Consider this the first in a series. Feel free to comment, critique, and complain if necessary.
Ruby awoke in the same surroundings she woken up in thousands of times before. She slowly sat up and assessed her situation again, just like she had each of those thousand times.
She was chained and bound in a cold stone room, her chains attached to the center of the floor with a giant cold iron block holding it in place. Her body was naked, which with a succubus was a fairly common occurrence, but this time it wasn't by her choice. She seethed as she thought of her situation.
Ruby the succubus, had been summoned to the Material plane by an older male magician of the human race. The original purpose of her summoning had been as an example of his summoning skills to his apprentices, as well as his ability to bind and bend a demon to his control. He'd accomplished the binding, but the bending had fallen apart in front of his apprentices and caused a scandal when all the apprentices and their master had fallen under her lustful presence.
All except for one, who quickly ended the effect and brought her fellow apprentices out of their eager lechery. Their master had also been brought out of it, but been the toughest to do so and had embarrassed himself thoroughly in front of his pupils. His desires had been rather perverse, given what Ruby had seen of them through his mind.
He decided he would trap her and exact payback by keeping her powerless in his tower basement. He'd originally tried to learn her True Name, but when his attempts at divination for it caused painful backlash to his body in the form of shocks, sores, and sickness, he'd given that up. Then he attempted to use her body for as spell components to empower his spells, but his first touch against her skin had caused him to explode in unsatisfiable sexual frustration and relief seeking for a month. He no longer dared touch her.
He instead just left her down in the dungeon to wither away. He layered spell after spell all over the dungeon, preventing her from using her innate magical powers to free herself and escape back to the Abyss. As a demon, she had no need to eat or sleep, but her hellish desire for sex, debauchery, and a good fuck was building with each passing moment.
She took stock of her body again, as she did every time she could in this dank dungeon. Her skin was silky smooth and just the right bronze color she found attractive in others. Her hair was a blood crimson, smooth and straight, reaching the midpoint of her back, just above her perfectly sculpted heart-shaped ass.
She frowned as she thought of the word. Ass seemed such a crude word for something so beautiful it could make mortals cry and demons beg. Her tits however fit the word. Beautiful, large but not immense, they were perfect for cupping, squeezing, and sucking, all at the same time ideally and hopefully by multiple partners.
Her tits always brought her pleasure. Thinking of them now, she raised her hands and cupped them gently. She'd always enjoyed the feel of them and the sensations they produced in her, sometimes as powerful as her clitoris.
She renewed her frown, unhappily looking down at herself. A minor spell she'd always used that kept her mound bare and smooth hadn't been cast since she'd been locked in the prison. Her pubic hair had grown beyond what she would have enjoyed and she was upset that she couldn't do anything about it.
When she got out of here, the first thing she planned to do was to renew her spell or take a razor to it. That was if she got out of here.
As disgusting as the man was, the time he had touched her had been somewhat enjoyable and satiated her momentarily. Since then, she guessed it had been sixty cycles of the sun, not that she could see it. The Material Plane's system of time made good sense to her, but it wasn't effective if you couldn't see the sky, unlike in the Abyss. There the time was whatever the most powerful demon or deity on that particular layer desired it to be.
Thinking of the Abyss, she was reminded of home. And of her acquaintances there. She didn't dare call them friends. Demons don't have friends. They have pawns, slaves, rulers, and acquaintances covered anything that wasn't one of those initial three categories. Blood spilled easily, sex was abundant, and pain and torture surrounded it all.
She had been a rising succubus in the circles of the Abyss. She wasn't a slave to anyone else, but she didn't have any slaves or minions either, and she hadn't yet devoured any souls of mortals sent to the Abyss by deities or the mortal's own folly. She was pursued by mid ranking demons, but none had enjoyed her yet. She'd dallied with a few low ranking demons, multiple at a time even, and even pleasured one of the balors without getting anything in return, but she found them lacking in imagination. They had raw needs, but not the creativity to do much about them other than take what they wanted and leave the rest.
She'd enjoyed many more mortals, all of them men. She hadn't yet experienced a woman, but she was curious. Some of her sisters seemed to prefer them, even to the point of exclusivity, but Ruby couldn't see herself going that far. She hadn't even pleasured or been pleasured by one of her sister succubi
Elves she liked the best, their features very pleasing her to eyes and their tongues seemingly more nimble than humans or orcs. She'd taken their souls, but had not been able to devour them. Her sister succubi in the Abyss had overpowered her upon her return and stolen them from her, but she'd been rewarded with treasure and magical artifacts of her own in recompense from her mother succubus.
On the one hand, she missed the excitement and intensity of the Abyss. On the other, something about this plane was just simply more...peaceful. Even trapped in a cell.
But that peace was shattered as she realized she wasn't alone anymore.
The woman, for that's what she was, was dressed in a heavy, dark cloak that covered her completely. But Ruby's demonic senses detected magic all about her, and oddly the faint scent of well oiled leather. She was a spell-caster of some kind, clearly, but the leather was out of place.
"A succubus. A demon of lust, pleasure, and debauchery," the woman said softly, analytically, and somewhat coldly.
Ruby released her breasts to drop her arms to her side. She wasn't afraid of this woman, even without her magic.
"The very essence of a slut," the woman said harshly and Ruby hissed at her in anger. "Owned by stronger demons like a whore, or a plaything for a powerful spell-caster."
"I'm no one's whore!" Ruby shouted at the woman angrily as she leaped towards the bars and tried to rattle them.
The woman was unfazed and merely lowered her hood. Ruby sucked in her breath in surprise.
Soft, beautiful elven features, greeted her and she was taken about momentarily. Emerald green eyes with golden-amber flecks of light in the left eye, and a dark purple amethyst in the right surrounded by long dark lashes and cream white skin.
Heterochromia? In an elf? It was nearly unheard of, given what Ruby knew of elves in her relatively short time on the Material Plane before her latest summoning.
This elf also had shoulder length black hair with dark red dye at the tips of her bangs and tresses. From what Ruby could see of her, she was breathtakingly beautiful and Ruby wanted her instantly.
Ruby also realized that it was this woman's fault she was locked up.
"You're the female apprentice," Ruby said in surprise, realizing she had been locked up far longer than she ever realized. The female apprentice had been just a young thing when she'd been summoned. This before her was a woman grown.
"And you're a succubus," the woman said coolly. "The one my former master summoned."
"Former master?"
"He proved himself less than adequate for my learning needs," the woman said calmly as she began looking the succubus up and down with a disapproving eye. "I left his teaching and found a better source of magical knowledge. But I find myself returning for a reason. And that's why I'm here."
Something about the woman's disapproval wounded Ruby. She was the embodiment of sexuality and lust, and yet this woman clearly found her lacking. Her pride wouldn't let her allow this to continue. So she decided to do something stupid.
She was going to seduce this woman and show her who was really lacking.
Reaching up, she cupped her tits gently and ran her tongue along her lip, a soft moan escaping her throat. She found her nipples already hard and her moan had more emphasis than she intended.
"And so you've come to me for magical training? Oh, I do believe I might take you up on your offer, but I have some conditions..." Ruby whispered, lustful hunger making her voice heavy with desire.
She was stunned when the woman narrowed her eyes at her and sneered. How dare she!
"Silence slut, I have no need of your 'magical talents,' " the woman replied coldly.
"You fucking bitch!" Ruby hissed and tried to reach through the bars to claw at the woman's face. Rage, white hot and long overdue seared through her body as she saw only the woman's sneer and disapproval.
