"
Annuisetvio
.
Annuisetvio.
" Solus's voice quivered as the tendrils of mist ran over his naked crotch again, softly tickling his hardening member. "
A-Annuisetvio."
"This is a bad idea," Larya hissed. "You hear when I say it's bad, yeah?"
He couldn't spare even a glance at his apprentice. Larya was young, he knew—though mature enough to suffice. Her nineteenth birthday had been one month ago, and she had grown fast indeed for her age.
Alright,
he thought,
just one look
. The summoning spell was supposed to work better if he was aroused, after all. Larya, a dark-haired beauty with dark green eyes and jiggling round breasts, had never failed to arouse the aging wizard before.
She saw him looking at her and glared. He had assured her that the spell required both of them to be naked. In truth, only he had that rule, but it was only fair she share the burden.
He quickly returned to the task at hand, casting a handful of red sand over the summoning circle. "
Annuisetvio
," he whispered again.
"Master, it's a succubus. You can't control those crazy bitches."
He steadfastly ignored her. Actually, he didn't so much ignore her as forget her. The tendrils began to feel more solid, and yet even more slippery, and their caresses were pulling all semblance of thought from his mind.
He shook, struggling to remain standing. The tentacles teased his cock—unwisely, he'd held off on masturbating for a full week in preparation for tonight.
If I blow my load before she even shows up...
As if on cue, the candles flickered. The circle started to glow, and the tendrils emanating from it intensified their efforts. His knees started to buckle. "
Annuisetvio...Annuisetvio!
"
The candles went out.
He heard feminine laughter.
~~~~
Annuisetvio—now known as Anne—watched as the spy Claire was exposed to the room full of Chosen knights. The succubus smiled. Soon, Claire, too, would understand. That made Anne so happy.
Each of her hands was occupied with the dick of a soldier. She pumped up and down, beaming as they groaned with pleasure. It felt so good to serve her rightful masters.
Once, her naughty, sinful demonic spirit had railed against such ideas.
Fuck servitude!
her old self would have screamed at her.
You know what feels good? Fucking their stupid mortal brains out!
She smirked. Her silly old side was still inside her, but the smart, wonderful, sexy Chosen Commander had sealed her deep down. She had learned her place.
Sensing that the two soldiers were about to orgasm, her fingers sped up. She leaned over to one soldier and whispered incomprehensible nonsense into his ear. She leaned over to the other and murmured the exact same nonsense. They both stiffened.
"Wh..." One soldier stared at her. "You stupid—
aah
! You stupid whore! What'd you do? I can't cum!"
She only laughed innocently. She knew her place, and she knew what these soldiers wanted.
"Hey!" The other soldier looked around frantically. "Somebody! The bi
iiiioh god oh god
..." The pleasure was getting beyond what he could comprehend. In the hands of a succubus, even a handjob could be indescribably intoxicating, and these two were putty in her talons.
She giggled again. And she was putty in theirs. "We're gonna keep fuckin'..." she cooed, "forever an' ever an'..."
At least, until one of the other soldiers put a stop to this. But judging by what was happening in the center of the room, that didn't seem terribly likely to happen anytime soon.
Anne watched, her constant state of near-orgasm heightened as she watched the addled Claire get cast onto the floor.
"She's all yours, men," said the Chosen Commander. Anne gave a tiny little orgasm at the sort of the Commander's wonderful voice.
~~~~
"I did it!" Larya heard her master say. "I—I did it! The lust demon is mine!"
Larya took a step back. She couldn't see a thing, but she
smelled
something really...really
nice
. It smelled like nutmeg, and incense, and...there wasn't any way around it. The musky aroma of a woman's sex hung like a wicked fog in the tower basement.
"
Fool.
" The voice echoed off the walls. Larya clutched the staircase rail, suddenly feeling faint. That was the most beautiful, melodic, sexy voice she had ever heard. It oozed with lust, with amusement, with the total awareness that anybody who heard it was about to be fucked very, very hard.
Larya gulped. She'd never told her tutor that she was bisexual, but somehow, she knew that this otherworldly monstrosity was fully aware, and very, very happy about the fact.
"I—" Solus's voice was small. He cleared his throat, speaking louder. "Demon! I summon you to bless me with pleasures unimaginable!"
"
Oh?
"
Larya felt her slit getting wet. The voice was too much for her, she knew. She started backing up the stairs, clumsily, haltingly, half not wanting to leave.
Why am I feeling like this?
she thought, eyes widening.
It's just a...a voice...
"Demon!" Solus shouted. "I present you with a sacri—
aah!
What—what is this?"
"
The tendrils.
You
summoned them, silly man."
"They were—just a material component..." Solus was clearly having a great deal of trouble concentrating on his words.
"
Heh.
"
Larya tripped and fell on her butt. She sat there on the stairwell, staring wide-eyed into the darkness.
"Demon! I—
oh, god—
I command you to send aw-away these...tendrils.
Agh!
For now.
Gnn!
For a very short while.
Oh!
" Solus's voice came out shaky with his final modification. "F-for a minute."
"
Oh, why, when we're already having so much
fun
?"
"
Please!
