Enough To Make A Succubus Blush

|| -- Chapter 1 -- ||

"Hey, Calista. Have you corrupted that human yet?"

Calista froze as her name was called. As a succubus, it was her job to pervert humanity and corrupt humans to demonic temptation. However, the query made her thoughts freeze up. She had no easy answer to give.

"I'm afraid not. I'm still working on corrupting the human." Calista turned around to face the one to question her, Azura.

Azura was a succubus, similar to Calista herself. She had dark hair, lustrous smooth skin, black-painted lips and a pair of piercing yellow eyes. They both looked the same, down to a leather-like outfit which left little of their bodies to the imagination, but Azura was lacking in several areas.

Her breasts were A-cups, much smaller than Calista's D-cups. She was also shorter, coming a head lower than Calista herself. She had to look down to meet Azura's eyes, but the smaller demon carried a confident smirk, as if she knew exactly how Calista would answer.

"You've been working on that human for months, haven't you?" Azura gave a derisive sneer as she spoke. "Don't you think that's pathetic? Where's your pride as a succubus?"

Azura's tail whipped back and forth, and her leathery wings spread wide behind her. In the narrow stone hallway, even Azura's tiny wingspan filled the space. Perhaps it was meant to intimidate her, but Calista couldn't care less.

She had more experience than Azura, lived for centuries longer and fed on legions more humans. She had no reason to entertain the challenge, so she turned her gaze to the side, staring out the window of the stone hallway.

The ley-lines were beautiful this time of year. A multi-colored river of mana carved through the sky, weaving between fluffy cumulus clouds. Calista sighed to herself, staring at the sky through the stone pillars of the hall.

"So? Aren't you going to answer me?" Azura's tail whipped faster behind her, and her brow furrowed in frustration. Despite her smugness moments earlier, she hated getting ignored--or so Calista assumed.

"I'm still working on the human. I don't think it'll take much longer to corrupt her." Callista didn't have any other way to answer. She'd spent months trying to corrupt a single human. If she answered differently, it would put shame on her heritage as a succubus.

Even if reality was to the contrary; even if Calista was nowhere near to corrupting the human; even if it felt like her own heart was unfurling from her contact with the human--she couldn't answer any differently. All she could say was that she needed a little more time, even if that was a bold lie.

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Several hours later, Calista flew through a starry night sky.

She left the demon world and returned to the human world, just as she did every night. The feeling of the cool air against her wings felt refreshing, and the tension of the day melted away. Her mind felt free in the human world, like an enormous weight had lifted from her shoulders.

The burdens and expectations of the demon world weren't here. The human world didn't care if she was a hundred years old or ten thousand. They saw her only as another demon. A few millennia prior, she would have bristled to be compared to other demons with only a few centuries to their name, but Calista found it a comforting fact now. Compared to the expectations of being an ancient demon, to be seen the same as any other demon felt comforting.

Calista landed on a grassy hill near a cobblestone church.

This was the location of the human she was trying to corrupt. Sister Margaret, a nun living in the church. She should have been an easy mark, as most women of the cloth were, yet Calista had never met a human like her. Despite her frail human body, it was Calista who always felt like she was on the back foot.

"So you've come." A silky smooth voice called out to her.

Calista let herself in through the window to find Sister Margaret sitting at her desk. The room was pitch black, only illuminated by a pale pool of moonlight where Calista stood. For any other human, they would have struggled in the darkness, but not Sister Margaret.

"I thought I was being quiet," Calista said. She padded into the room, leather tail whipping behind her. She spread her wings and towered over the human, but Sister Margaret smiled kindly up at her.

"You can't fool my ears, Calista." She held out a hand, giving her an expectant look.

Most humans would have been overcome with terror. For a demon to tower over them, bear their wings, and stare them down, Margaret should have been helpless before her might. Calista could pin the nun down and force herself on her, but Calista couldn't bring herself to do such a thing.

She kneeled down in front of Sister Margaret and took her hand, kissing the back of it.

"The sky was beautiful today..." Calista looked up at the nun, smiling softly. "I wish you could have seen it."

"That is not the path given to me by the lord." Sister Margaret put one hand over Calista's, rubbing it. She returned the smile and gently squeezed her hand. "Were you busy today? Did your junior give you trouble again?"

"Azura was as troublesome as ever." Calista smiled, and she began recounting her troublesome life in the demon world.

This was how it started. She found herself confessing her troubles and worries to Margaret. Even as an ancient demon, she had things that bothered her. There were issues she couldn't share to anyone, things that would expose her weaknesses to other demons. However, she could tell them to Sister Margaret.

"Let's get a bit more comfortable, shall we?" Margaret stood up, and she reached over to the bed, patting it before sitting down on the mess of blankets.

Calista nodded, and she took a seat beside her. The bed was hard, much stiffer than anything she experienced in the demon world, but it felt comfortable. This was Margaret's bed, and it felt all the softer because of it.

She recounted all her stress and worries to the nun, leaving nothing out. It took over an hour, but Calista felt like she could tell Margaret anything. Despite being a lowly nun, she had the patience and wisdom of a saint.

"Calista... As always, you've put too much weight behind the words of others. Only the lord has the right to judge us. Remember the lord's name when others seek to condemn you, for only the lord may determine the weight of your sins."

"I don't think I'm going to heaven," Calista said, and she gave Margaret a rueful smile.

This was a discussion they had every night. Margaret attempted to preach to her and speak of the lord's forgiveness. However, there was no way for a demon like her to pass through the gates of heaven. It would be easier for a rich man to squeeze through the eye of a needle than for her to enter heaven.

"Perhaps there is no place for a sinner like yourself. You snuck into my chambers with an ulterior motive, didn't you?" Margaret smiled kindly as she spoke. "You harbor sinful intentions towards me, don't you?"

"I do..." Calista swallowed, hard.

She came here to corrupt this holy nun. She wanted to steal her away to the demon world, show her the beautiful sky she spoke of; show her the ley lines unique to the demon realm. She wanted Sister Margaret to become one of the few humans to see such a beautiful view. With Calista's magic, it would be possible. She could show this devout nun the world and give her experiences far beyond what was possible within the dark confines of this monastery.

However, that was not the lord's way.

A chill ran down Calista's back as Margaret's favorite phrase echoed in her mind. She knew it was impossible. She'd tried for months to convince Margaret to abandon her faith, but she always declined. Even when promised the beauty of the world, Margaret remained resolute.

"We're both doomed souls." Sister Margaret said. "You, who steals into my room each night, and me, who indulges your fantasies. Neither of us will pass the lord's judgement."

She leaned over and kissed Calista on the lips. For a demon like her to receive the kiss of a nun, it was wrong. Not only because she was a demon, but Margaret's religion forbade such acts. A kiss out of wedlock, between two women, and with a demon, no less.

In some respects, Calista felt like she was making progress. Sister Margaret had broken her vows. Every night, they indulged in the sins forbidden by her religion. However, it was Calista's heart which felt like it was coming undone. Her emotions felt like a tight knot being teased apart by Margaret's kiss.

She melted into the bed, leaning back and basking in the tender embrace. The longer the kiss continued, the more Calista's head spun. She got lost in the moment and gave herself over to Margaret's kiss, moaning into the other woman's mouth and eyes fluttering in delight.

Then Margaret pulled back.

"Such a naughty kitten, always sneaking into my room." She whispered the words, tickling Calista's lips with her breath. "It seems I need to punish you again."

Calista let out a mewl. She felt like nothing more than a helpless kitten before Margaret. Just like the nun said, she was a pathetic, needy little kit, begging for attention, and Sister Margaret was like a warm sun, allowing her to bask in her warmth.

(I'm supposed to be an ancient demon.) Calista thought to herself. (I shouldn't be thinking like this, but... These feelings are impossible to deny.)

"Please, Sister Margaret," Calista said, and she swallowed hard. "Punish this naughty kitten for her sins."

"I thought you would say that." Margaret leaned back, giving her a knowing smile. "It's time for your repentance, my little kitten."

She stood up and hiked up the front of her nun outfit, revealing a thick strap-on between her legs. It was far larger than any human member ought to be. When Calista first saw it, she had thought the nun was crazy for having such a thing. But now, all she felt from the sight of the large strap-on was arousal.

Calista panted for breath. Her head swam from the needy urges building between her legs. Arousal stained her thong and dripped down onto the sheets. It was a pathetic display, especially for an ancient succubus like herself, but Sister Margaret's thick strap-on had trained her body into this state.

"I'm ready to repent..." Calista said under her breath, and she pushed her thong to the side, spreading her lips towards the nun.

Margaret climbed back onto the bed, kneeling between her legs, and she guided the thick dildo up to Calista's sex. Even in the dark room and without sight, she found her opening and pushed her hips forward, sinking into Calista's pussy.

"Oh, hell..." Calista breathed out a shaky sigh, and her eyes rolled up in her head. Out of all the human cocks she'd taken, nothing had ever filled her like Sister Margaret's strap. The fullness made her heart pound in her ears and clit throb in satisfaction.

"My little sinful kitten..." Margaret leaned down, breathing the words into her ear. "This is your punishment for sneaking into my room each night."

She pulled back her hips, then thrust back in. In a slow rhythm, she fucked Calista's pussy with her massive strap, sending sparks dancing in Calista's eyes. Over and over, the thick member slid in and caused Calista to take a sharp breath.

"Please... Punish this sinful body more." She stared up at Sister Margaret and spread her legs as wide as they could go. "I'm a naughty demon who needs repentance."

"Good little kitten..." Margaret slid her fingers around her throat, and she shoved her hips forward. Her speed increased, pistoning in and out of her.

The grip on her neck wasn't strong enough to hurt, but it served as a reminder of Calista's place. As Margaret slammed her hips into hers, and the pleasure tingled out of her needy pussy, the fingers around her throat kept Calista docile.

She lay on the bed, mewling for more, begging Margaret to punish her harder. Despite being an ancient succubus, the feeling of the human dominating her sent waves of satisfaction through her brain. If it was Sister Margaret, she wanted to lie on the bed and get fucked like an unruly imp.

Minutes turned into hours as they fucked. Just like every night, Calista lost track of time as she took Margaret's strap. She forgot all about her desire to corrupt her, and she relished in the pleasures of her body instead.

For a demon like her, there was no greater disgrace. She should have been the one on top, bringing this nun into an endless parade of orgasms. However, it was the other way around. Margaret cared not for her own pleasure, devoting her entire being to fucking Calista with her strap-on.

Sweat droplets clung to Margaret's brow, and her breathing grew heavy as she swung her hips. Calista stared up at her and the sight sent a shiver down her spine. The earnest expression on her face sent a flutter through her belly.

(I'm a demon... I should laugh at her. A human bringing a demon to orgasm should be impossible.) She thought to herself.

Calista only came when she wanted to. As an ancient succubus, resisting temptation was easily within her power--or it should have been. Despite the absurdity of the situation, she felt herself rising towards an orgasm. The euphoria building in her chest made it impossible to hold back.

Just like every night before, the pleasure tingled out of her pussy and grew more intense with each thrust. She felt herself rising towards an inevitable orgasm, and mewling moans escaped her lips. Her back arched off the bed and, through it all, she stared up at Sister Margaret.

In the dark, even her demon eyes barely made her features. There was no way for Margaret to see her expression, but Calista gazed up at her with a rueful smile nonetheless. She moaned louder and louder, waiting for the climax to come--waiting for Margaret to finish her off.

"Please..." Calista whispered under her breath. "I can't wait any longer."

"Come for me, my little kitten." Margaret released her throat and she leaned down, kissing Calista on the lips.

The moment their mouths met, the hours of sex came to a climax. Margaret slammed her hips into hers for one last time, and Calista clenched around her strap, moaning into the other woman's lips. Sparks danced in her eyes, and it felt like her heart would explode as the waves of pleasure and happiness crashed through her hips.

With two hands, she hugged Margaret tight, squeezing her in her arms. Down below, her legs twisted around her hips, pulling Margaret's lower half deeper between her legs.

Seconds turned to minutes as the twitching contractions rippled through Calista's pussy. It felt like the kiss, embrace, and orgasm lasted for an eternity. However, even an eternity would be short of time for her. She wanted the moment to last forever.

They continued to kiss and embrace as the moon rose and fell over the starry night sky.

When dawn broke, they still lay together with their limbs intertwined. Margaret lay on top of her, breathing lightly as she faded in and out of sleep. The sight of her earnest expression made Calista's heart skip, and despite spending all night kissing, she wanted to kiss the nun once more. However, it was dawn, and her time was up.

(I need to get going.) Calista thought to herself. She pushed herself up and extracted herself from the sleeping nun's embrace.

The early morning light filled the room, allowing Calista to view it better. The walls were made of stone, and no decorations lay on the walls. It was a conservative room, even for a nun, and the sight made Calista shiver.

Without Margaret's body to warm her, the chilly morning air made goosebumps rise on her skin. As an ancient demon, she shouldn't have been affected by the cold, yet the lonely air felt worse than the icy winds of the arctic.

Calista glanced back at where Margaret lay, staring at the sleeping nun. Briefly, she was tempted to climb back into bed and embrace her once more. However, she didn't have time--she had to return to the demon world. Even an ancient succubus like her couldn't stick around during the day.

"Sleep well..." Calista took a blanket and pulled it up over Margaret's shoulders. In the end, this nun was still human, and Calista couldn't bear the thought of her catching a cold. "May your rest take you through the Black Lake of Nierdere."

She cast a bit of magic, increasing the effectiveness of Margaret's sleep. Even with her limited time after their nighttime activities, she would feel rested and strong. As a succubus, dream magic was her specialty, and Calista gave Margaret one last smile, then turned and left.

She flew out into the morning light, and a slight blush filled her cheeks as she returned to the demon world.

|| -- Chapter 2 -- ||

"I'm a naughty demon who needs repentance."

The words made Calista's blood freeze. She came to a stop, standing in the same stone hallway as last time. The ley-lines of the demon world cast a beautiful display outside the window, but she couldn't bring herself to look at them.

She turned around, slowly. Azura stood behind her, hands on her hips, wings spread wide, and a triumphant smile on her lips. Out of all the days she bothered her, this one gave Calista pause and she gave her full attention to the lesser demon.

"Where did you hear those words?" Calista asked.

Those were the same words she spoke to Margaret the previous night. For Azura to parrot them back to her was bad news. It meant her exploits with the nun had been found out.

"I think we both know where I heard that." Azura smiled, and she lifted a hand.

In her palm, an image flickered to life. It showed Calista laying beneath the nun, taking the large strap-on inside herself. The video even had audio, playing her disgraceful words back at her. Calista stared at the recording, listening to it, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.

"What do you think the council would say if I showed this to them?" Azura smiled up at Calista. "I've never heard of a succubus getting fucked by a strap-on before. What's the point of that? You can't absorb a human's energy through a fake cock, you know?"

Calista dug her nails into her palm, staring at the demon.

"Your half-baked treachery has fallen to a new low, Azura." Calista spread her wings, and they hit the walls of the cramped hallway. Unlike Azura, she couldn't fit her full wing span inside the corridor, but she pushed them out nonetheless, hitting the stone walls with her wingspan and staring down at the shorter demon with a sharp gaze.

"A-Are you challenging me?" Azura bristled at the sight, and she fluttered her own wings, but it only highlighted the differences between them. If Calista flapped her wings, the stone walls would crumble beneath their might.

"I commend your ingenuity, Azura. You were smart to challenge me here," Calista said, and she leaned forward, staring down at the other demon. "In this tiny hallway, I won't be able to use my full strength. However, I promise you, such an advantage won't help you."

"I-I'm not scared of you..." Azura said, but she took a half-step back. "I've already backed up this recording. If you try something, the council will hear about your exploits with this human."

"Even so, I'd have taken my revenge. You won't live to see the fruit of your treachery." Calista whipped her tail back and forth, and she hit the stone walls with it, causing cracks to form in the brickwork. Even her tail was strong enough to crush stone. Each strike on the walls made the bricks crumble from the impact.

"Nobody has to see this video." A bead of sweat appeared on Azura's brow, but she didn't back down. "If you do what I say, I won't show it to anyone."

Calista continued to stare down at her with a furrowed brow. She considered killing her nonetheless. For another demon to spy on her should have been tantamount to a death penalty. Capitulating to Azura's demands would disgrace her position as an ancient demon. However, just when she felt tempted to kill Azura, Sister Margaret's words echoed in Calista's ears.