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Sylvia
I kept Gale in a special room, just for her. Of course, I expanded it. It would have been cruel, surely, to keep her in the dark, dingy little closet that I had used for her initially, a glorified storeroom, but there wasn't much room to be had in there. I'd renovated it, using my magic to work around Gale, making it nice -- for me, not for her. I was quite sure that Gale didn't even know where she was, let alone have any strong opinions at all about her surroundings.
All in all, it was quite nice in there, even by my standards, just wanting my cosy little book shop, the life that I had made in the human world. There was a rug in there for me to stand on and a drainage grate under Gale, to make cleaning up, even with my magic, easier from all the messy splooge of ejaculate that pooled around her, trickling down the many bare breasts, which gleamed with cum so very often. The walls had been re-done with the magical impression of bare boards, but were actually slick and smooth to let any of her ejaculate run off. The magical infusion of the room allowed me to use her as an energy source too, taking her magic from a distance, from within the bookshop or even when I was in the same room as her.
She didn't need any sustenance or real care from me; I was only looking after my newest magical power source, because I had seen how useful she was to me, how I could cast stronger and stronger spells, revelling in my newfound power. If I had known that such a thing was available to me, well... In my true form, my succubus form that was draconian to human standards but fairly normal succubus fare otherwise, I clenched my hand into a fist, unable to resist baring my teeth in a feral grin.
There was nothing human left to her, though I hesitated to call her a woman. Gale had become a throbbing, tingling mass of breasts and horse cocks and balls, no more than that. I would have been hard-pressed, if I had poked and prodded her, to find a spare inch of skin on her that was not a cock or a pair of balls or even a breast. Sometimes, I didn't know where the "base" of her was, for there most certainly was not a pair of human buttocks left for her to sit on. Only the balls that I had transformed her backside into, though she had conveyed to me at the time of transformation, through our magical connection, that she had wanted that. I couldn't understand it still -- but that did not make it true.
And did a human even have to want to be transformed for me to do with them as I willed? I was starting to understand, bit by bit.
She changed every day, the glorified blob of genitalia. It was such a crude term to refer to Gale as, but, well, I knew from my connection with her, during the transformation and afterwards, that that was just how she would have liked to be talked about. So crass...but I liked it.
As a succubus, perhaps I should have been more "into", as the humans put it, dark magic, dark things, things that change the course of time and destroy lives. For that was exactly what I had done to Gale, even if she did not see it that way. Or maybe that was what she thought, now that she had lived as a blob for a few weeks.
I checked on her, of course, even when I was not using her as a power source. More out of fascination than anything else, because she didn't need anything, self-sustaining and trapped in an endless deluge of orgasms. I supposed I could see just how that would be pleasurable.
And yet I wanted something more from her as I took up an audience with her in the small room, the narrower walls pressing in on her right side where Gale had somehow shifted to squeeze against it. It must have been the force of so many orgasms, but, well, the grate would take care of most of that clean-up so that I did not have to dirty my magic with it.
I reached out to her, clawed fingers pressing to my temples as I tapped into my power. I had been able to connect with her, since her transformation under my curses, but never with words. That was all due to change that day. If I had anything to say about it, that was...
I'd waited until the opportune time, until my magic brimmed over. It was even late at night, when the thin veil between the mortal realm and the supernatural one was at its thinnest, allowing me to use more power than I could ever have dreamed of. I had to admit: it was addictive. Maybe that was precisely what pushed me over the edge. But it did not matter.
The woman resided there, in the other realm, her consciousness floating in a room and a space much like the one that her physical body was contained within. She did not have a body there either, merely a sense of her being and consciousness, and I opened the door to it with a greedy grin. It was not as if Gale, one way or the other, could do anything to stop me.
On the contrary, she was going to help me.
"Gale..." I said slowly, letting my voice flow, wrapping around her, drawing her mental attention. "Gale. Gale. Listen to my voice. This is Sylvia, the succubus. Your name is Gale. Remember who you are. Listen to my voice."
Simple words, most likely, would be best, though it was hard to say how far she had gone. I'd reached some impressions before, emotions too, though little more than that.
Yet, that time, I was strong enough and able to feed a little more of that energy and magic back to Gale. After all, she was going to be very useful to me.
"Gale," I said, trying to soften my tone, though excitement brimmed through, colourful and blossoming, the connection. "Do you hear me?"
I felt her assent, a confused swirl of emotions -- then coloured with the arousal of yet another ejaculation. I made sure my physical body was stood back far enough to not be in her way, for I didn't want to clean that mess off my skin, not even as a succubus where it would, most likely, slide straight off, leaving a glistening trail in its wake. But I could not contain my excitement, the pulse of my heartbeat drumming in my ears, unable to help myself, though it was not as if I wanted to stop myself either.
I just needed her, what Gale could give me.
"Gale... How are you?"
That was clear, at least, the rush of emotion, the joy, the shared bliss. I trembled, though had to take a mental step back from it. It was not my fetish, it was not my emotion, though there was a small part of me, a very small part indeed, that was a little more settled by knowing that Gale was still happy with her fate. It was not as if I could undo any of her transformed curses, anyway, so it really was the only option there.
"I need information from you... I want to know if you have anyone else that..." I struggled with the words, not wanting to turn Gale off from the idea too quickly. "Well, you said you talked to others that liked transformations, like yours, before. I want to know if you can put me in touch with the others."
She sent a mental image to Gale of her phone, but Gale didn't have the words, even though her response was positive. There was no negative in the tangled swirl of emotions, though one thing that made communicating with Gale harder than anything else. Yet it was what Gale had wanted and it was something that I was more than willing to work around.
"Your phone... Is there anyone on your phone that you talked to about transformations? Someone I can contact?"
The image came instantly, though there were too many blurry figures in there for me to make them all out straight away. But that was okay, because I could find a way to make it work, to pick out one figure from all the rest. At the bare minimum, there were five -- five! That was amazing, even to me, that so many would want to be transformed, but that was just because I thought it would be more interesting to start with someone that wanted it as Gale had.
I chose one, the image of a blonde woman that was the clearest, asking Gale to sharpen and enhance it, to fill in her details. She was pretty, in a simple yet conventional sort of way, the defining notes of her features seeming as if the image had been picked out of a photograph: all made up with makeup and, of course, showing off the woman's best side. In the "picture", the woman seemed to be at a ski resort of some kind, high-quality earmuffs on her head, a pure white. Her long, blonde hair was lightly curled as if it had been styled that way precisely for that very photo, though I couldn't say that that was something that interested me. Her blue eyes were bright, yet innocent, and a sense of wealth emanated from her.
I should have known: I'd dealt with more than enough humans in my time, after all.
My excitement, however, to have a woman that may well be my next victim right there in my mental sight was not something to be contained.
