Yasha tried not to completely freak out as she ever so slowly snuck back into the basement, the staircase protested again, and she held her breath, but it seemed the zombies were oblivious. Once down there, Yasha sunk into a corner and tried to calm her racing heart. Zombies, freaking zombies. How was she supposed to deal with that? She had brought no weapon with her, only her survival knife, and even if she had, there was a literal hoard of them out there. Yasha would be overwhelmed the moment they spotted her. She had plenty of food and water, so she could hopefully hold out until someone rescued her. Perhaps she could make a signal fire, or maybe the church had a bell that she could ring. Yasha had bigger problems though. She could already feel a slight tingling sensation between her legs, and the plug lodged in her ass wasn't helping. Despite the situation, she was getting horny. She could ignore that, but Yasha wasn't sure if it meant she had to feed soon.
That thought made her pause. Yasha was a god's damned succubus for goodness sake, with freaking wings and magic at her disposal. She could just fly out of there if she had to. The newly summoned succubus took a deep breath as she stood up, much calmer now that she knew she had a good shot at making it out alive. Yasha found, summoned, to be an apt description as she looked around the room. She didn't know much about the occult, basically what she had gathered from a couple of goth boyfriends over the years and from Buffy the vampire slayer, but that is what this room reminded her of. She had sat in on a couple of their ridiculous rituals that suddenly didn't seem so foolish. This room was a summoning chamber with a botched summoning circle. Yasha grew curious now that her brain wasn't bathed in fear, and she walked up to the little table, butt plug wiggling inside her with every step, so she could take a look at the book that lay splayed open in the middle of it.
She blew on it to clear the dust, making the faded letters on its yellowed pages readable. Readable but not understandable, the language was unlike anything Yasha had ever seen. While it might have been some obscure language from earth she had never heard of before, Yasha somehow doubted it. It cemented the fact that she was in a new world. Zombies were one thing. Everybody knew at least someone who had a zombie survival kit under their bed, and while she might just not have ever heard of the language before, put together, they made for a compelling argument. Yashas heart started racing again at the idea, but she forcibly calmed herself. There was no need to rush as long as she stayed quiet. The only thing she needed to find out was how often she needed to feed on sexual energy. Surely she had a little time, seeing as she had just been reborn and all that. Yasha should at least take some time to test her new abilities before she rushed out into danger.
She summoned her wings, and there was a tearing sound as the back of her dress ripped to make room for them and pain as they were squished behind her heavy backpack. She kept from crying out at the pain, barely, as she quickly removed the pack stuffed with all of her supplies and set it down on the floor. A sigh of relief was allowed to escape as Yasha stretched her wings out behind her. Shame about the dress though. It was a bland thing, with layers of material that tried in vain to hide her lush figure. It exposed no skin, except her face, and even draped to drag on the ground, it would be hell to run in. Still, Yasha only had so many sets of clothing, and she frowned as she craned her neck to look back at the damage.
As if the material could sense her displeasure, the frayed ends of the dress at the edges of the hole started to move, reintegrating themselves into the whole, but leaving her back exposed until it looked like the dress was made that way to begin with. Almost all of her back was now revealed, leaving a tantalizing glimpse of the dimples above her ass where the dress covered her again. And it was not just the back that had changed. The whole dress had gotten sexier. Losing some of the voluminous layers, it now hugged her body tightly, still covering her but leaving little to the imagination. It now resembled a modern cocktail dress more than the medieval horror it had been before. That couldn't have been illusion magic, it wasn't supposed to be able to achieve real effects, and the dress had physically been changed. Eromancy then? Yasha remembered the power that had flowed out of her when she had made her horns and tail disappear, but the only thing she noticed now was that she was less horny.
That was it, wasn't it? Eromancy worked off people's desires. If she started playing with herself right now, what could she do? The idea intrigued her, and it started her pussy tingling again. Her libido really was through the roof, but it wouldn't be a good idea with all the zombies outside, something to play with later. For now, Yasha wanted to see if she could turn her whole body invisible, and not just her horns and tail. She just had to cover herself with that weird something that still stuck to her horns and tail. Yasha reached up to her horns, running on half instinct and half curiosity, and plucked some of that power off. Where she held it between her thumb and forefinger, there was nothing. It was as if part of her hand where she gripped it was just gone as she held it up so she could look at it.
Yasha smiled in excitement. That was just what she wanted, now to spread it to the rest of her. Remembering the feeling of bringing the something from inside of her, Yasha felt power trickling out to be fed to the something in her hand. The rest of her hand started to disappear as the something spread gradually. Yasha freaked out a little bit, and her hand popped back into view. She shook it just to make sure it was really there before she tried again. This time she wouldn't be deterred, and Yasha pumped her invisible fist in triumph as she completely disappeared. She could still feel herself as she moved and touched herself, it was a bit freaky, but she was still there, just invisible. She could feel a constant flow of power being used to keep the illusion in place, so Yasha cut it off, and she popped back into reality, no need to tire herself out after all.
Time to give her wings a spin. All systems green, we are ready for lift-off. She thrust her wings downwards, and it was like they grabbed the air to fling her up off the ground. She had severely underestimated how powerful they were, it was lucky this was such a large chamber, or she would have hit her head on the ceiling. Perhaps she was taking this too lightly, Yasha thought as she flapped her wings to keep herself afloat in the air, some instinct helping her utilize new muscles connected to her wings. She was just so excited to discover what she could do. She had almost forgotten about all the zombies outside, almost.
Yasha grabbed her backpack as she gently settled down on the floor before making her way to the staircase. She glanced back at the book lying on the table before she left. It might come in handy if she ever learned to read the language. She had no idea what was in it, but it might have something to do with demons, judging by where it was found. Snatching it up, Yasha stuffed it in her already overfull backpack. She cringed at the sound of the steps, she was going to have a heart attack at this rate, turning invisible just in case as she reached the ground floor. It seemed she had worried for nothing, the zombies outside as unaware of her presence as ever. She stayed invisible, though, not wanting to end up as a horror movie cliche.
Yasha took her time walking inside the church, keeping quiet. It was nervewracking trying to stay calm as monsters from some nerd flick wanted to eat her only if they could get their rotting hands on her. The only thing keeping her calm was the thick stone walls of the church separating her from the zombies. She might be invisible, but that was no guarantee of safety. Was she invisible, or was this all in her head? It hadn't been tested after all. She couldn't really be sure it worked until another person confirmed it for her. It would make sense if this were all some imagining of hers. The thought that she was performing real magic was insane.
