Tdoff Birth of a Succubus

Ch. 06- Hot Tubbing with Nymphilli

Owen pulled away from our kissing, leaving me in a euphoric haze.

'Finally!'

'Freedom!'

The girl Hathor, or Josephine, is most certainly another Succubus. I could smell her supernatural pheromones a hundred feet away, and I was certain she too could smell mine. However, she would assume I'm Megan, her best friend for the last 2 years and sworn lover. She would never think, or even believe that I'm Ishtar!

With eyes gleaming, I smiled up at Owen and Hathor only to have her push herself up. Lifting her huge and very heavy breasts up off me as Owen rolled away leaving the bed, but they made sure to both pull me along with them.

I gathered my faculties as I stood up and assessed myself. Walking over to the vanity area, I twisted and turned and admired my Temple in the mirror. With a soft grimace I cupped my breasts in disappointment, 'Goddess! I can't wait to change this nearly breastless... little girl body into something more befitting my character and pedigree!'

Turning away from the mirror, I walked back to Hathor. She smiled warmly and reached out to take my hand once again. I returned her smile as warmly as I could, faking a love that only Megan felt for the girl and intertwined my fingers with hers so as to keep up appearances.

We stood there, in awkward silence waiting on Owen who had left to use the bathroom. As we waited, I fell into my own thoughts; trying to sense how much Life Force I had in my womb so that I could make much wanted changes to my Temple. I was so lost in myself that I didn't register Owen returning and handing 2 towels to Hathor.

She squeezed my hand to get my attention, and then gave me a quizzical smile as she ogled me quite thoroughly before handing a towel to me as she asked, "What's on your mind, my Love?"

I couldn't help but feel a sudden icy spike of paranoia in my gut, ''Had she already figured out that I am not Megan?'

'How would she feel?'

'What would she do? If she knew I killed Megan and ate her Soul and Power?''

Returning her smile, I purred, "Yeah, a lot has happened. I'm just... absorbing it all."

Hathor giggled and nodded, agreeing with me, "Yeah, no kidding, me too!"

'I knew it! As long as I keep up this pretence of love she will never suspect a thing!'

Unable to wrap her own towel around her enormous breasts, she settled for holding it over them with one arm. Meanwhile, Owen wrapped his towel around his waist while I, on the other hand, completely at ease with my nudity, held my towel as I followed them out into the hallway as Owen led the way holding Hathor's hand.

We made it down the first corridor without seeing a soul, but just as we turned down the second corridor a couple came upon us just before we reached the pool room. I couldn't hide the pleasure and exhilaration I felt as I pranced on the balls of my feet!

The man's eyes went as big as saucers when he saw Hathor and I. On the other hand, his wife frowned in outrage, sneering at us in a rictus snarl of disgust as she growled, "Fucking sluts! This fucking town has gone to shit if their letting trash like this walk around in the open naked...," her voice dropped to a low grumble as they drew closer and then she stared daggers at us.

All the while, her husband's head followed us as if on a swivel 180 degrees watching first Hathor and then me, his mouth falling open dumbly as we walked past.

I basked in the feeling of his eyes roving over my body. I ate up the scent of his ardor rising as he watched me walk past, and the potent spike of jealousy exuding from his wife!

"What are you looking at Henry James Smith," The wife shrieked in a betrayed, outraged voice that climbed in scale by the word as she slapped his arm, "I swear, God as my witness, if you don't stop looking at those harlots I will divorce your ass as soon as we get home!"

I smirked at Missus Smith arrogantly and then winked at Mister Smith...

His eyes widened...

Stopping, I bent over, stuck my ass out and wagged my tush as if I were wagging tails. Reaching back, I slapped my ass and blew on my fingertips as if they were hot, then crooked my finger inviting him to come with me.

Mrs. Smith didn't miss my invitation. Her eyes widening in shock then narrowing in murderous rage. Taking her husband's hand, she literally dragged him down the hallway behind her as she stomped off!

I snickered and shook my head as they turned the corner, disappearing from sight as we arrived at the door to the pool room. If I were a little closer to being a my transition into a Succubus I would've been able to exude pheromones and send them into a sexual frenzy. As I am now, all I can manage is to tease...

'Oh well, fuck it,' I thought with a shake of my head, 'We're here now, and surely we wouldn't be the only ones wanting a late night dip in the hot tub. There will be more people for me to play with...'

Looking over at Hathor, she regarded me with a naughty smile while shaking her head as she whispered, "You are so naughty!"

Grinning right back, I ostentatiously ogled her up and down before gesturing to her completely naked undercarriage and her barely covered breasts as I retorted, "No more than you!"

Hathor looked down at the towel covering her breasts, but that was all she could see without pulling them apart so she could look between her cleavage and down her body. Looking back up at me jovially she purred, "Well, out of sight is out of mind!"

Owen looked back at us standing there in nothing and smiled at me before looking to Hathor. His eyes glinted mischievously just before he yanked her towel out of her arm, baring her breasts, setting them to bouncing and jiggling. Despite their enormity, they hung remarkably well for their size. Although each sagged halfway to her navel, they hung like some crazy comic artist's rendering of two huge watermelons, cut at a slight angle so that each breast hung long down her chest while her nipples still managed to stick out like World War 2 bomber propeller cones leaving us mesmerized!

All I saw were 2 sweet pink 2 liter bottle cap sized nipples standing out at attention; thick and long with nonexistent areolas and tweaked tight in arousal!

Jealous, I pinched my own little pink nipples until they were taut, but they were more the size of dimes with white areolas the size of half dollars. Disappointed with the maturity of my Temple, I concentrated on the cum in my belly and in my womb, I imagined my breasts larger...

I felt Owen's cum start circulating inside me as power flushed my pale white skin, my breath caught in anticipation, and as I watched, they shrank and tightened to pert little A-cups, my belly firmed, my ass thickened, and my hips broadened!

Hissing in frustration, I stomped into the pool room after Owen and Hathor...

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9:45 pm - July 17, 1999

We walked around the pool searching for the hot tub, upon seeing it we made our way there. I was disappointed that the room was completely vacant. With a sigh, Hathor and I tossed our towels on a nearby pool chair and slipped into the hot water while Owen found the button on the wall that activated the jets.

As the water began to froth, Owen left his towel with ours and hurried across the deck completely naked as Hathor and I admired his dick and balls swinging pendulously like so much yummy fruit. Due to my venom, his cock hadn't shrunk down one bit to what I lovingly call 'economy size'. He was still long, strong, and veiny. It was swollen and red, at least as long as a donkey's dick, and it bounced and wagged and flared its viperous head like it might bite at any moment!

His testicles were swollen to twice again the jumbo hen egg size they had been, and his scrotum was stretched tightly around them!

My mouth watered, and I licked my lips hungrily!

No doubt his balls were working feverishly to refill his depleted stock.

Owen slipped into the water to a duet of sighs as we watched his genitals disappear into the water. As he settled into his seat we closed in on him, me from the right and Hathor from the left. I ran my hand up his inner thigh and he visibly shuddered at my caress. Hathor followed my lead and caressed his left thigh, but not to the same shuddering effect. She persisted all the way until she found his cock, leaving me to play with his testicles.

I enjoyed massaging them...

Feeling their weight...

Feeling them quiver as they made delicious creamy sperm as we straddled his thighs and began grinding our sensitive pussies on him.

Leaning in, we pressed our breasts into his chest, my little A's on one side and Hathor's massive Q's on the other as he took turns kissing us.

Everything was nice and quiet except for the sounds of our kissing and the jets churning the water...

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10:00 pm - July 17, 1999

Click... Bang!

Rang out across the indoor pool room as the door slammed against the doorstop mere inches before hitting the wall!

Hathor and I jumped simultaneously and squealed in shock before we giggled at our ridiculousness as we hunched down, smashing our breasts into Owen's chest trying to hide under the water...

Finally, an audience to parade around naked in front of... That was what I wanted as 4 guys charged in and jumped in the pool, but for some reason I found myself acting like a startled little girl pushing the boundaries of my sexuality and yet scared of being caught!

I shook off my timidity as the sounds of water splashing echoed off the walls just in time to watch 2 older men saunter into the pool room. They were in their mid-40s or 50s.

The first man was leading a beautiful platinum blonde woman half his age on his arm that looked young enough to be his daughter. However, by the way she looked at him, and what she was wearing it was apparent that their relationship was far from familial. Following close behind those two was the second man, smiling pervertedly with his eyes locked on the platinum blonde's bare ass cheeks.

The next to enter were 2 older women looking to be in their mid-40s. Both seemed more age appropriate for the previous older men. As they made their way across the room toward us, the older woman on the right was glaring at the second older man who was staring at the platinum blonde's ass. It seemed appropriate that she was upset since she was incredibly beautiful herself. She was very short standing 4 feet 10 inches tall, which was shorter than the platinum blonde. She had dark brown hair and mocha skin, and bright blue eyes, and where the platinum blonde was lithe this brunette was petite but also curvy with large breasts, a slim-petite waist, and curvy hips and thick booty.

The woman next to her however, made her friend look like a child! The woman was a giant. Head and shoulders taller than everyone in the room, and she was built like a comic book artist rendering of an overly sexualized barbarian huntress, or a female WWE wrestler, and for her size and thick muscle bound build she was very beautiful!

As I watched them cross the room an ancient memory sparked of a time during the Age of Man when I walked the earth in my own body, in the Age of the Races when Jotunn and Alf among other interesting variants of mankind walked the earth. I couldn't help but smirk, these two resembled those ancient races so much. It was such a preposterous idea, and yet, here they were!

Obviously displeased with his ogling of the blonde just ahead of him, the shorter woman glared at the second older man while the giantess glared almost murderously at the man who was guiding his young, 30-something, platinum blonde, trophy wife.

"Oh my Goddess! Look," I hissed, interrupting Hathor's nuzzling of Owen's neck, "The giant woman just coming in; she is such 'the jilted ex-wife!'"

Hathor pulled back just enough to look over, her lips parting from Owen's neck but still connected by a string of saliva. Watching the five, she quickly observed them before halting on the giantess, her hazel-green cow's eyes glowing golden momentarily before she kissed Owen's neck before answering, "Oh... my... you're so right... but, can you blame her? The new wife is half her age!"

"Half her size too!" I sniggered, but instantly felt bad for doing so for some reason.

"I feel sorry for her...," I mumbled before leaning in and kissing Owen's earlobe.

As my lips caressed his ear I was struck with an epiphany, pulling back I whispered, "Maybe we should have Owen fuck her brains out of her head, and make her feel beautiful, and sexy, and happy again!"

"Don't joke like that," Hathor hissed, her eyes scrunching in worry as she whispered, "He's... ours!"

Owen began to turn and look back, but I grabbed his face and pulled him in for another kiss as I slowly ground my pussy into him and squeezed his scrotum.

"I don't know," Hathor moaned as the group closed in, her eyes glowing again as foresight filled her mind with what was to happen, "I foresee that my... No! Our Owen is going to fuck her, but not only her... He will seed most of them but not all... They will bear children for him, but his wife will not... He will go on a journey and will be lost for many years and then will be found... He will become strong but will give it up for love... In the shadow of Ragnarok the bridges will be found and the Races will return... He will reawaken and become stronger than at first..."

My mouth dropped open as Hathor's clairvoyance carried on and Owen was beginning to focus in on her words. Reaching over I pinched the side of her breast and twisted hard!

Hathor hissed in pain as the glow of her eyes flared and disappeared!

"Ow," She hissed, glaring at me to which I cut my eyes to Owen.

With a guilty swallow, she remembered her premonitions and whispered thank you before returning to nuzzling Owen's neck, leaving me to distract him from her clairvoyance.

"I wonder," I hissed in Owen's ear and then licked him with my forked tongue, "How many babies can the giantess carry?"

"Hmmm?" I hummed tauntingly.

"I wander, how many can they all carry? Do you want to find out," I purred sensually.

"Would it be wrong of me if I said yes," Owen retorted as he turned so that his aqua-green eyes met my glowing sapphire serpent's eyes and his forehead furrowed, his eyes sharp as he scrutinized me.

I was relieved at that moment that the Succubus spell, Maiden's Veil, was in full effect for both Hathor and I. As far as normal humans were concerned; from the moment our Succubus powers emerged when I was 9 and Hathor was 12, Maiden's Veil was cast upon us and we appeared to be normal human teenage girls. It was a natural defensive spell granted innately, but still, I couldn't help but feel nervous.

Owen was not a normal human. He had incredibly potent Life Force, and his Life Essence was already overwhelming when we first met him and the longer he was with us the stronger it was getting. Soon he would be beyond Maiden's Veil's capacity to deceive him, and when that happened, he would see me and Hathor in all our glory!

"Wow, your eyes are so intense and beautiful," Owen purred in a low aroused rumble, "They almost seem to glow with sexuality!"

Hathor looked at me as I smiled awkwardly, hoping my shock wasn't showing on my face as I broke eye contact. Trying to deflect attention from my eyes, I leaned in and kissed his neck just below his jaw and licked up to his earlobe before whispering, "Thank you Lover!"

The older couples were more than halfway across the room when 7 more young women came sauntering in. Laughing and whispering they circled the pool looking for seats where they could watch their husbands and gossip. They appeared to range in age from their mid-20s to late teens.

The first 2 young women were very obviously sisters, and the daughters of the giant jilted ex-wife. Like their mother, they both dwarfed everyone in the room standing nearer to 7 feet tall than 6, and they were both built like giant cartoon versions of a thick barbarian 'Wonder Woman'.

The next 2 women to enter were short Hispanic twins that looked like 20-something versions of Ana Cheri.

Of the next 3 women to follow; The first looked like a younger version of her mother, the older short woman with dark brown hair and mocha skin. Only she was much curvier having broader hips, a thick round ass, and much larger breasts than her mother by several cup sizes. The second girl also looked very much like her mother, the platinum blonde trophy wife. And, the last woman to enter the pool room seemed to be reluctantly following all the others. She didn't seem to fit in with any of the groups, which made the fact that she was also very different in her coloring and build all the more distinct. She was tall, the tallest woman in the room after the giantesses, standing nearly 6 feet tall and she was exceptionally curvy. She had golden blonde hair, suntanned golden skin, and she walked with a sway to her hips that was hypnotic.

Owen ignored them all and switched from kissing me to Hathor, who responded by pumping her hand slowly up his swollen length!

"Whatever you do," I whispered in his ear, "Don't cum unless you're in my pussy!"

Hathor snapped her head back and looked at me quizzically before catching on and leaning in, nibbling his other ear she whispered, "Or in my pussy!"

"Who else's pussy would I be cumming in," Owen asked innocently.

I smiled naughtily, my expression saying, 'Sure you know what I mean,' before I purred, "I mean... don't cum in the hot tub. If you're going to cum, make sure it is in a vagina!"

"Yes, cum as good as yours should never be wasted anywhere else," Hathor finished as she sucked on his other earlobe.

Owen smiled and nodded, closed his eyes, and purred under our tender ministrations...

The older couples and the jilted ex-wife walked up to the hot tub. Both men ogled Hathor and me as they removed their towels revealing speedos with massive almost absurdly large bulges. I couldn't help or hide the fact that my breath caught at the sight of their massive genitalia, or the fact that I licked and smacked my lips hungrily. My breathing quickened, becoming shallow pants of desire as drool ran from the corners of my mouth to my chin, and a soft sigh of regret escaped me when they sat down in the hot tub.

Meanwhile, Missus platinum blonde trophy wife hadn't worn a towel, electing to show off her bathing suit, or her lack thereof, since what she had on couldn't really be called anything other than strings with ornamental triangles. Her parade across the room was nothing more than an exhibition of her entire naked self!

She was beautiful though...

She had every right to be proud of what she had...

She was a petite and sultry eyed woman with a full rosebud mouth that looked like she was perpetually pouting. She was a look alike for Rosie Huntington with natural platinum hair that hung straight down her back in a braid all the way to her ass. She stood at most 5 feet tall and didn't weigh 100 pounds soaking wet. She was maybe a 28 b-cup in the bust, with a waist that looked like a man could put his hands around it and have thumbs and middle fingers touching, and her hips were slightly broader measuring 30 inches.

Even though she was a mother and in her early to mid-30s, she proudly wore her barely there bikini made up of a single triangle patch resting on her hairless pubic mound. The white triangle of her string bikini measured 1 by 1 by 1 inch with white strings curving over her hips and a single string disappearing within the folds of her cameltoe pussy slit. Her top was the same as the bottoms; with two 1 by 1 by 1 inch white triangles placed over her small nickel sized areolas and eraserhead nipples.

Her man was beaming with pride as she strutted around the hot tub pretending to be unable to choose where she wanted to sit just so she could give us a show!