It was Alexander's first morning back from college after having just finished his bachelor's degree. He confidently walked into his father's study after receiving a summons with breakfast. As a child this room's vastness and incredible sights and toys always held him in awe. Now a fully-grown man he could truly appreciate its architecture and the collections of various occult items. It was set up like a museum, but he knew it was an armory. He strode to a couple of high backed leather chairs that had been placed in front of his father's opulent desk. It wasn't until he sat down that he noticed her. Beside Alexander sat easily the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
She wore a professional's black blouse and pencil skirt. Her hair resembled raven colored silk. Her body only something that could be concocted by the imagination. It was her face however that had him manually breathing after several seconds of his brain forgetting how. Its features were aligned and sculpted so deftly he couldn't remove his eyes from it. If he spent the rest of his time here on earth looking at that face it would be a life well lived. Without a word she rose from her seat. Her eyes stayed locked with his leaving him frozen in place by her enrapturing gaze.
Before he could react, she leaned down, lifted his chin and kissed him deeply. A white blazing light rolled across his mind burning away all thought. Caught in a stupor he sat unblinking and staring forward. The woman circled the enormous polished wooden masterpiece that sat in front of his father. She took her place standing beside him, one hand resting on his nearest shoulder. "I mean you no harm, Alexander. I've only put you under control, so this process goes smoothly, and you will be able to retain the information without fail." His father did not look at the gorgeous creature, instead he eyed a green liquid filled silver goblet in front of him. His attention did not falter when the woman drew his envelope opener across her palm leaking out blood to stew with the contents of the goblet.
Still focused on the cup Alexander's father passed the woman a handkerchief which she used to clean the blood from her hand. The wound had already closed, curious that. Alexander had finally had his first thought since the kiss. He still did not attempt to speak. Both her hands clasped around goblet and with the grace of a predatory cat she moved to him, placing it to his lips. "Drink and do not spill a drop." He obeyed as she leaned it towards him. It tasted absolutely horrible. He drank it all sparing nothing. Satisfied she placed the goblet on the table and went back to his father's side.
"You've been chosen to be a full servant of the dark lord. You will become like me, a succubus. You know what this is and what that entails, correct?" Hearing the question in her voice he knew he would be allowed to speak. "Yes, Mistress." He knew generally that a succubus was a shape-shifting demon that drew energy from people through sexual contact. His family had been faithful servants of the dark lord for a millennium and he was taught things of this nature at a young age. "You will call me by my name, Allerius. I will explain to you the most important parts of your future existence and over the following days will teach you the finer details. That is why I have been sent here, to guide your rebirth and impart useful guidance."
He hadn't noticed it until he felt a dull ache. He was fully erect. His penis stressed against the confines of his pants. He kept eye contact with her and didn't look down. He was not embarrassed. This was just an effect of the compulsion she infused in him through the kiss. He didn't really hear her but knew everything was being etched into his mind as if carved in stone. He would not forget it for the rest of his life. A phone was passed to him which he placed inside of his breast pocket. Her voice seeped into Alex's mind, sheltering deep inside. Even the sudden burning sensation he felt ravaging his entire body could not keep the succubus's instructions from his memory.
Sweat began pouring off from him. The pain in his crotch now came in a distant second to his searing body. His bones felt like they were ready to melt inside his prison of fiery muscle and flesh. Allerius continued like nothing was happening to him. He could not have spoken if it meant his life. The last thing Alexander remembered seeing before darkness swept over his vision was the sight of his father, fingers steepled, smiling at him from across the desk.
Alex awoke in the bed she had slept in her first night back at the manor. The knowledge Allerius had been conveying to her had successfully continued through the blackout. She was sure because she could remember hours of it. In seven days after the first phase of the transformation had fully taken hold she would sleep with a man named Brock Cadwell, a business associate of her father's. At that point she would become a full-fledged Succubus.
The first time being with someone of high mental capacity and physical prowess was of incredibly importance. The partner that delivered her from her current form into her final one would leave a lasting imprint that would follow her the rest of her life. Due to a Succubus being immortal that could end up being a rather long time. He had been handpicked by Allerius and her father.
Her humanity had been stripped away. Even in this larvae stage she was no longer a homo sapien. She desired no water, no food, unlike a true Succubus she did however continue to draw oxygen from the environment. The blessing she drank for the transformation would provide her with the energy needed to survive for a month. She will have slept with Brock long before that time expired. All this she knew from the memories Allerius had permanently etched into her mind.
Pulling back the sheets, Alex saw that she was naked. Also, she was no longer a man. Panic as she felt for her beloved penis, it was gone. She clasped her breasts, those were new. She frantically touched a face that was not her own. Shooting up from the bed and rushing over to a full body mirror, she came eye to eye with Allerius. At least the form that Allerius had taken for the ritual. So that is what the blood was for she thought to herself before passing out a second time.
