Content warning: This chapter contains magical coercion, seduction, and lesbian sex.
Laurelai blushed a little harder as she realized that she had entirely misinterpreted the succubus' point about the story, but the demoness ignored that. She patted the bed beside her as she put down the brush before leaning back against some overstuffed cushions and showing off her body in such a brazen way that it made it difficult for Laurelai to look at her. "Come on then, have a seat and tell me all about it. It's not like we've got much else to do to pass the time.'
Laurelai hesitated. Even though she sensed no danger, she knew she shouldn't relax around this sex demon. Half of her - the angelic part that had spent his life slaying succubi was certain she was merely lulling her into a false sense of security before she devoured her prey, sexually and physically. The other half of her, though. The part of her that had suffered these last weeks in hell, she'd seen all sorts of succubi by now and knew that they were impossibly varied in a way that her previous preconceptions could never account for. They seemed to range from the cruel to the prudish to the cute and sensual, just like the humans in the world above that they parodied. Wasn't it possible, she wondered as she sat down hesitantly, that this one just wanted to hear a story to pass the time?
So that's what Laurelai did. She cleared her throat and said, "Until a month ago, I was a man and a servant of the host. A lot has changed since then, though, obviously." She thought that it would have been harder, but once she started talking, everything poured out of her. The fight, the rape, having her body transformed into someone she didn't recognize, and all the terrible torments that had happened to her since she'd been dragged into the depths of hell.
It took perhaps an hour to tell the whole thing, even with the minimal interruptions the demoness made to ask questions. Halfway through, when Laurelai was describing the pleasure gardens, and she was about to burst into tears at the plight of the nuns that had somehow fallen even farther than her, the demoness did something that Laurelai would have never expected. The succubus reached out and took hold of her hand to comfort her. It was such a small thing, but it made her feel better than she could say. After that, minute by minute and inch by inch, things moved so imperceptibly that she didn't really notice the change, but by the end of the story, the succubus was holding her while she told her story, and when it was done, they cuddled afterward in the silence.
"So you escaped from Lord Bel, huh?" The succubus said quietly, in a tone barely above a whisper. "That's a hard thing to do. Are you sure he didn't want you to escape?"
"Want me to escape?" Laurelai asked, "But I'm being hunted."
"No," the demoness corrected her. "You think you're being hunted. There's a world of difference between thinking and knowing, my dear, and right now, all you know is that you're dangerously aroused, and even if you seem free, you're almost certainly part of a much larger plan than you can possibly realize."
Laurelai blushed at that but said nothing. It was true, and there was no point in asking how the demoness knew that - succubi existed to sniff out lust and temptation. Something about being this close to the succubus was turning her on, and it wasn't just the feeling of her perfect breasts pressing against Laurelai's wings and back.
When Laurelai answered the demoness with silence, she tried a different tack and slowly caressed Laurelai's soft flesh with her sharp nails, raising a trail of goosebumps in her wake. "A delicious morsel like you... I could drain you for days until you were too weak to stand and never grow tired of it, but somehow..."
The demoness trailed off for a moment as if she was lost in thought. "Somehow, that would be an anticlimactic end to such an interesting story, and one day, I want you to come back and tell me the true conclusion of your tale. "As she spoke, her hand wandered to Laurelai's right breast, and the demoness began to roll her aching nipple lightly between her fingers.
"Please," Laurelai sighed. She wasn't sure which one she was agreeing to, and she didn't care. The soft, warm embrace of the demoness combined with her spicy, lustful fragrance and her delicate touch was intoxicating her, and she could feel her crest throbbing with need. She was sure that the succubus was arousing her just so she could drain more of her sexual energy away, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that she didn't stop touching Laurelai's body.
Then, suddenly, the succubus stopped teasing and pushed Laurelai away before standing up. Laurelai lay there passively, feeling even more helpless now that the shorter woman loomed over her. "Now let's take a look at that crest of yours," the demoness said, smiling coyly as she suddenly kneeled between Laurelai's legs, spreading them slightly as the succubus leaned so close to her angelic pussy that Laurelai could feel the other woman's hot breath upon it as the demoness leaned in for a closer look.
"I don't... I think that maybe--" Laurelai started to protest, but she was silenced by a single severe look from the succubus and lapsed back into nervous silence. No matter how uncomfortable what the demoness was doing might make her, the idea of stopping her seemed out of reach.
The succubus didn't molest her, though, as Laurelai expected. Instead, she just mumbled to herself while she delicately traced the lines of the crest and thought about their meaning. The angel tried to focus on that. She wanted to ask questions about what the demoness had discovered, but Laurelai didn't dare open her mouth to ask. She was far too afraid that instead of a question, she would simply moan uncontrollably. The situation was just too erotic. Right now, someone was only inches away from her needy little pussy, and the thought alone made her squirm uncomfortably as she felt herself becoming wetter and wetter. The awkward ordeal seemed to take forever, but in reality, the succubus finished after only a couple minutes.
"That's very interesting," she said finally, looking up at Laurelai without bothering to move her face from the angel's hairless pussy. "Whoever did this was quite the artist."
"I-I think she said her name was Mordrena," Laurelai offered up nervously. Every word the succubus said from where she was sitting made her tingle, and they could both see that damnable crest throbbing with obvious need, so her arousal was impossible to hide.
"The Grandame herself," the succubus said, impressed. "That makes sense. I couldn't think of that many people who could layer such terrible curses together so elegantly. I certainly couldn't do it, but in your crest, it looks almost like they belong together.
"What do you mean?" Laurelai asked, a little more confidently this time as her interest overrode her lust to some degree. "What does it do?"
"What doesn't it do," the succubus laughed. She brought her pointer finger down and traced the complex glyph delicately with her nail. "It locks your womb, controls your libido, affects your pain tolerance, commands your obedience, and of course, controls your sweet little pussy." As the demoness finished that last line, she let her finger slide further down until it grazed Laurelai's clitoral hood in a way that made her whimper.
"Mmmmm... Please - please touch me..." Laurelai moaned. She'd kept her lust bottled up for too long and was no longer able to contain it.
"Touch you, huh?" The succubus leaned down to look at the angel's dewy pussy, inches from her face, before lightly drawing her nails down her sensitive inner thighs lightly enough to make her hips buck even as she spread them wider. "Don't you mean... 'Please suck on my clit? Make me cum so hard that I don't even notice you sucking out my life force like the stupid little slut I am?'"
Laurelai was struck silent by such a sexy statement, but she nodded fervently as she whimpered slightly. The succubus smiled at that and began to slowly kiss her way up Laurelai's body, careful to avoid every part of the angel's body that needed attention the most, like her clit and her nipples. It was a slow, decadent torture, but eventually, they were face to face, and their lips were only inches apart.
"Is that what you want slut?" the succubus whispered. "I didn't hear your answer."
"It-it is." Laurelai stammered. "Please just--" As soon as the angel started talking, the succubus slapped her across the face hard enough to stun her.
"No one cares what you want slut, least of all me." As the succubus spoke, she rose and walked across the room before taking a seat on a stone block that had long since been worn smooth. "If you want even an ounce of pleasure from me, then you need to crawl over here and beg me, do you understand? Beg."
Laurelai's mouth was dry as she sat up. She had no idea that anything could be hotter than the beautiful face of the succubus between her legs, but being commanded like this? It took her breath away.
