Chapter 3: Something Wicked
It had been almost three days since Jasmine had transformed and after fulfilling her sexual desires with multiple willing partners, she was ready to cast this strange spell to grant her ultimate power. The multiple runes, artifacts and symbols where surrounding her in a circle that she had been able to locate over the last few days. She had just finished smearing on strange symbols and letters that she had written on her nude body with some soot and burnt sage.
Jasmine was now standing in the middle of the circle, her red hair cascading down to her hips, her nipples hard and erect from the thrill and excitement of what she was about to do. Her big round tits looked even more perky and enticing, each one firm with a pale pink areola and perked up nipples. The body shimmered in a mixture of sweat and oil that made her look absolutely wild and untamed in front of the candles.
Jasmine raised her hands towards the sky and started chanting some strange words, her voice rising and falling as she went through the motions. Her voice almost seemed to echo and change as she spoke some of the ancient words, the power contained in them reverberating through the air around her. She could feel a change in the atmosphere, the very air tingling with energy and anticipation.
Her body trembled as she neared the end of her incantation, every muscle tensing as she felt a surge of power building up inside of her. She could feel it all coalescing deep within her core, an intense heat that seemed to grow stronger and more intense by the second. It was as if she was standing at the edge of a precipice, staring down into a swirling abyss of raw, unadulterated power.
The energy surrounded her, coursed through her veins like liquid fire, and made every inch of her body feel alive with sensation. And then, without warning, the spell reached its crescendo. With a primal shout, Jasmine let go of all constraints, allowing the energy to take over and consume her completely. Her body glowed with an otherworldly light, the symbols she had painted on her skin gleaming as if on fire.
Her red hair turned a darker shade, a deep, fiery crimson that seemed to come alive with an energy of its own as it grew longer and fuller past her rear. Her breasts seemed to grow even fuller, the soft mounds firm and buoyant as they shook with the force of her shouts. Her stomach was taut and toned, leading down to her hips that flared out ever so slightly, accentuating the curves of her lower body.
The soft, skin of her thighs and calves rippled with power, the muscles tensing and releasing as she let out another primal roar as her skin became tougher, thicker and a crimson color that seemed unnatural and evil. The wings that had been hidden beneath her shoulder blades burst forth with a suddenness that left her breathless. They were massive, easily dwarfing her own body as they spread outwards with a span of at least ten feet in each direction.
Her arms had become stronger with defined muscles and her fingernails warped and extended as they transformed in thick black claws, capable of shredding even the hardiest of materials. She could see her previously petite body had become that of a dominating figure that commandeered attention. She towered above most people, her lithe and agile form moving with a grace and power that was undeniably alluring.
Her legs lengthened to support her new stature and thickened in size with toned muscles. Her once tiny feet transformed into huge clawed demonic feet that scrapped against her hardwood floor. A long and spaded tail snaked its way out from her lower back, swaying menacingly as it coiled and uncoiled in the air behind her as it swayed around like it had a mind of it's own.
Finally her face altered as long sharp fangs and pointed ears emerged, her eyes turned a fiery red that seemed to glow with an inner light of their own. Her face was a picture perfect mix of seduction and dominance, an unholy beauty that could make even the most pious man drop to his knees in submissive worship. A pair of large black horns curled outward from her forehead, their polished surface giving them the appearance of onyx.
She moaned in an unholy voice as her breasts settled at a massive firm size, her ass was now full and inviting as a long forked tongue shot out from her mouth and began to lick her fangs. With one last growl she roared as her windows shattered and laughed as the last bit of James and Jasmine faded away only to be replaced the unholy queen of sexual pleasure and all malevolent succubi that ever lived on Earth or any other mortal plane.
Her name was Jezebel now and she wanted nothing more than to unleash her full powers and abilities on the world around her. Jezebel's eyes took on a depraved glint, as she thought of all the fantasies she could bring to fruition. With a simple flick of her wrist, her body started to exude an intoxicating pheromone that would send even the most stoic of minds to pure carnal thoughts. She reveled in feeling those thoughts, even enjoying the screams of ecstasy from her neighbors’ apartments below.
For over 4,000 years she had been trapped away because of her thirst for power and sensual pleasure, no matter the cost. But now she would have her revenge and she would make sure this pathetic world burned in endless desire as she fed upon their lust-filled energy. Jezebel's eyes scanned the wreckage of her apartment and smiled as she realized she would new to find a new lair to build her empire and army from.
The walls and ceiling were charred from the force of her magic that had been unleashed and the floor was littered with broken furniture, candle wax, and shattered glass. It was a mess that would take weeks to clean up, but Jezebel knew she wouldn't be sticking around long enough to see it through. She stepped over the debris with a newfound confidence, her massive clawed feet leaving deep indents in the wooden floorboards.
Her wings stretched out behind her, their span so great they almost brushed up against the walls of the apartment. She let out a content sigh as she basked in the immense power that now coursed through her veins. It was exhilarating, intoxicating even, and Jezebel knew that she would never again be satisfied with the simple, mundane life she had led as James and Jasmine.
Her attention was drawn to the mirror that still hung on the wall, despite the chaos that surrounded it. It was cracked and broken, but Jezebel could still make out her reflection. She had never looked more powerful or seductive. Her fiery red hair framed her face like a halo, her glowing red eyes shone with intensity, and her lips were full and plush.
She moaned and laughed in her deep and inhuman voice as she enjoyed her beauty and combination of demonic predatory instincts and irresistible seductive charms in the reflection. Her body stood at an imposing height, the muscles rippling and pulsating with energy as she posed for her reflection. Her massive breasts stood out proudly, firm and plump as they caught her eyes.
She ran her clawed fingers over them, feeling their softness and weight as they responded to her touch. She couldn't help but let out a sigh of satisfaction from the pleasure, feeling her body respond to her own touch. She couldn't believe how easy it had been for her to transform into this powerful creature. It was as if all of her desires and needs had been amplified, allowing her to tap into a well of energy she never knew she had.
With this newfound power, Jezebel felt invincible, unstoppable. She was the ultimate form of seduction, the embodiment of lust and desire. Jezebel's gaze drifted down to her clawed fingers still fondling her massive breasts. She chuckled as she imagined what kind of pleasure she could inflict on the human men and women around her.
They would be powerless to resist her charms, their bodies and minds succumbing to the irresistible allure of her succubus essence. The very thought of it roused a hunger deep within her, an insatiable thirst for pleasure and dominance that threatened to consume her. She knew that she needed more, that she would have to seek out new sources of energy in order to reach her full potential.
She would need to find another source of powerful and overflowing source of sexual energy to recharge once again. The need for sexual energy and gratification was growing in her once more and she required so much more to keep this incredible form she possessed in top shape. Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she realized where her next meal would come from...yes...one of those place where humans congregated to for sex and merriment...a club.
That's what they called it, and it was there that she would replenish her energy to it's full potential. Jezebel knew that humans were easily attracted to the prospect of quick and easy pleasure, and this club would be no different. She could already imagine the pulsing music, the flashing lights, and the writhing bodies entangled in each other's arms. It was the perfect hunting ground for her.
Jezebel spread her wings wide as she exited her apartment, letting the cool night air caress her naked form. She reveled in the feel of it against her skin, her body tingling with anticipation as she took to the skies. The sound of cars and buses seemed to fade away as she soared higher, the wind rushing past her as she stretched out her wings. Jezebel’s body felt lighter than air, as if she could ride the currents endlessly without ever tiring.
She laughed, feeling a sense of freedom she had never known before. As she flew closer to her destination, Jezebel couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation building in her core. Her body thrummed with excitement at the prospect of finding a new source of passionate energy to fuel her powers. She let out a deep, sultry laugh as she pictured the pleasure she would soon bring to the mortals she encountered.
She would leave them breathless and begging for more, their bodies trembling with ecstasy as they succumbed to her succubus charms. She felt a surge of power as she imagined the satisfaction she would gain from their release, taking in every ounce of their sexual energy and adding it to her own. With a final flurry she landed int he back of an alley near the club and smiled in the dark shadows, her glowing eyes the only visible part of her body.
Jezebel realized that she needed to disguise her self as the image of a 7 foot naked succubus queen may be a bit too much for they pathetic humans to understand and handle. Her body began to glow red as her skin shifted back to a tanned human flesh tone even as her wings, tail, claws and horns retracted into her body. She shrank to a still powerful height of 6 feet tall as her tongue became human again along with her teeth.
Her eyes were still a deep red but no longer glowing while she kept her massive tits and her lips and fingernails remained a black color. A sexy black and red corset appeared as it conformed to her body, pushing her breasts up and together for maximum cleavage while sexy, thigh-high stockings clung to her smooth legs. A tiny leather skirt that barely covered her plump and firm ass formed with a lack of panties to show of her steamy and hot snatch.
A pair of thigh high leather boots with stiletto heels and silver buckles adorned her, showing off her long toned legs. She ran her fingers through her long red hair, letting it cascade wildly down to her shoulders as she sighed contently. She pouted her lips as she touched up the dark red lipstick on them, smirking as she admired her beauty from a mirror she had conjured on the wall next to her.
She looked like a goddess, a being of pure, unadulterated sexual power that could bring even the strongest of men to their knees. Her gaze caught sight of the tall, imposing building that loomed on the other side of the dark alley. The thumping bass emanating from within was almost primal, making her nerve endings tingle with excitement.
The line to get in was long and full of couples, groups of women and men, all dressed in their finest - eager to enter into a night of debauchery, unbridled passion, and wild pleasure. She could almost feel the energy pulsating from the throngs of people - a tempting offering that Jezebel couldn't resist. With her mind made up on what to do next, she emerged from the shadows, the sound of her heels clicking against the pavement like a siren's song.
The bouncer standing guard at the entrance barely had time to register the tall, stunningly beautiful woman before her. His eyes widened as they took in her long red hair that cascaded down to her shoulders in wild curls, her deep crimson eyes that seemed to see straight into his soul, and the curve of her full breasts that threatened to spill out of the tight corset she wore. The air was heavy with her pheromones and Jezebel knew he wouldn't be able to resist her charms for long.
"Let her in," he growled, standing aside to let her pass.
She gave him a sly smile as she brushed past him, feeling his eyes follow her every curve as she sauntered towards the entrance. The pounding bass of the music inside seemed to match the beat of her own heart, a seductive rhythm that made her blood heat with anticipation. Her eyes briefly glowed red as she knew that this was to be the first brick to the foundation of evil kingdom.