Hi everyone, I'm Sarah. Thanks for reading this! This story may be formatted a little differently than you may be used to on Literotica, and that's because it's a collaborative roleplay that is ongoing between myself and my RP partner Emily. I write from the point of view of Princess Alina and she writes from the point of view of Khalia, a succubus and the Ruler of her newly-usurped queendom. She's also been taking on the majority of the DM-type responsibilities as well. Khalia was once Alina's mentor, teaching her in the arts of magic and sorcery. But unbeknownst to Alina, Khalia was in reality a succubus in disguise, plotting to trick her into helping the Succubus take the throne for herself. This story exists in a world where the two genders are futas and women. Both Alina and Khalia, as well as most succubi, are futas (They have a combination of cock, balls and pussy)
We thought it'd be fun to share our story with others so we made this joint Lit account to do just that. Again, thanks so much for reading, we hope you enjoy reading it as much as we have writing it! Finally, we'd both like to thank 29wordsforsnow for his invaluable assistance editing our story.
Alina:
For hundreds of years, our dynasty had stayed in power, ruling over the Kingdom of Alasaria with fairness and justice. That is, until that fateful full-moon evening.
Three days ago, your ritual unleashed a horde of perverse demons, completely evil creatures with no morals and no respect for humanity. My mothers fought valiantly in the end, but it was a futile effort. I had heard nothing of them, whether they were alive or dead was a mystery to me.
The rest of your warriors easily broke down the barricade I'd built for myself in an attempt to keep them out of my bedchambers. At first, I thought they'd kill me or send me with my mothers, but apparently you had other plans in mind for me. I was put in chains, my fine clothes shredded to tattered rags to humiliate me. I was locked in a cell in the dungeons ever since, waiting to meet my fate. That was three days ago, but this morning I was allowed to bathe, and given a change of clean, albeit plain clothes and fed a proper meal besides the stale bread and hard cheese I was given in the cell. The very same leather collar used by that infernal ritual still remained tight in my neck. There, I was taken by your guards to what was once my Mothers' throne room, forced to kneel before you as you sat on the throne of the raised dais.
You looked down at me with a smug smile on your face, not a care in the world now that your decades long plan has been realized.
Khalia:
It had been a few but productive days since my rebirth. Taken by surprise in the middle of the night and with the magical defenses granted by the crown dismantled, there was little your family and their armies could do against us.
My succubi had appeared in every corner of the kingdom and dismembered the resistance swiftly and mercilessly. By now, almost every single position of nobility had been replaced by a new hierarchy, one where those most devious and shrewd ruled over the meek and simple. A few humans had been allowed to remain in their posts, those that had been smart enough to join the winning side, and it was ironically them who abused their power the most. It hadn't taken them long to form their harems in their own palaces, and leave the actual work to their administrators.
True, some still remained defiant, particularly those belonging to the old City Guard. But those were dwindling in number each day, as their neighbors rattled on them to get on the good graces of their new masters. If they submitted, the life of those regular farmers and blacksmiths would remain mostly unchanged. If they dared defy us, they would soon find their homes taken over by either a succubus or a more pliable human master, and a pair of shackles on their ankles until they learned their lesson.
I hoped you would be smart enough to realize that such a fate would not be in your best interest. I sat in the throne, crown on my head, as I watched your disheveled figure, far removed from the usual prim princess I was used to see. I myself was quite different, wearing a revealing dark outfit that would definitely not have been found in the former queens' wardrobe.
"Good morning, Alina. I hope the accommodations I provided you were up to your standards," I said in a patronizing manner. Never had anyone dared to speak to you with such insolence before. A new reality that you would have to get used to.
Alina:
It had only been a mere three days, but on my walk from the dungeon to the throne room I noticed the castle had been almost completely changed to suit your demonic taste, no doubt by use of your people's magic. The once pristine whites and golds replaced with stone as black as night, trimmed with real silver, gold and precious gems. It only made sense that as magical beings, something as trivial as common gold or jewels would be elementary to create. Your guards escorted me through the castle, and soon I came face to face with you in your new demonic form.
Your guards walked me to the foot of the steps leading up to the throne, placing their strong hands on my shoulders and forcing me to kneel to you before you dismissed them. I bit back the bitter feelings of rage and betrayal and kept a cool head at your taunts, knowing that lashing out could have meant my death or worse. I settled for sarcasm at least, waiting until I heard the heavy throne room doors close before I spoke. "You look different, Khalia, did you do something new with your hair?" I asked dryly, my voice controlled lest I lost my temper and started cursing you.
I met your gaze, your once warm brown eyes replaced with glowing green. Your purple skin was barely covered by the skimpy black outfit that you wore, I assumed, for my benefit, as many of the other succubi I've seen chose to wear nothing. Not that it covered much, your massive cock was clearly on display, hanging out of your shorts. Your fine, elegantly stitched clothes clashed heavily with my own outfit, a plain rough white dress that I was given by the guards this morning.
Khalia:
I looked down at you from my position of power, noticing how unremarkable you looked without your long-tailored dresses and mountains of makeup accentuating your best features. Your red curls were also frizzy and unkempt, possibly for the first time in years.
"I did have a servant work on my hair this morning, thank you for noticing," I replied, purposefully ignoring your sarcastic tone. "How very typical of you, princess, that this would be the first thing you would ask me about. Not about your kingdom, your family or your people. My hair." My words were stinging, mercilessly twisting your own to my advantage.
"Are you not going to comment on my jewelry as well?" I passed a hand through the Queen's Crown, sitting tidily between my goat horns. "I think the jades are a perfect complement to my eyes. In fact, my court keeps telling me how better it looks on my head than on your mother's. Or on their naive would-be heiress, the one who so graciously destroyed an ancient lineage in a single day." After being forced to feign respect for you and your family for years, I couldn't get enough of teasing you at every chance I could, picking at your confidence little by little.
Alina:
I managed to swallow back the rage and vitriol I felt building up in my chest, my cheeks flushing angrily as you teased me. My heart broke as I looked at you, the woman I had trusted most in the world, as much as my own mothers. Despite the changes in your appearance, I saw the shadows of the you I used to know in your face. The high, dignified cheekbones, the devious twinkle in your eye, the curve of your lips as you grin, although now it looked just as much like a sneer.
