Chapter 3: A Succubus Mage
The liquid slid down her throat like warm honey, coating her insides with something that felt almost alive. For a moment, nothing happened. Candice stood there, the empty vial clutched in her trembling fingers, wondering if she'd made a terrible mistake.
Then the fire started.
It began in her stomach, a low simmer that quickly built into a raging blaze. Her veins lit up like conduits of molten pink light, and she could see it—actually see it through her own skin, her blood glowing beneath the surface like liquid neon. A gasp tore from her lips as her knees buckled, and she would have crumpled to the floor if Kendra hadn't caught her.
"Easy, girl," Kendra murmured, holding her steady. "It's starting."
"Starting?" Candice's voice came out strained, strangled. "What—what's happening to me?"
Lysandra moved closer, her golden eyes gleaming with ancient knowledge. "The vial contains raw Lust Mana. It's awakening the dormant succubus seed within you. But it needs a catalyst to complete the transformation." She looked at Kendra. "Kiss her."
Candice's eyes went wide. "What?"
"It's how the magic binds," Lysandra explained, her voice calm but firm. "A succubus's first taste of another's lust—it seals the transformation. Kendra's mana, passed through her lips, will integrate the Lust Mana into your core."
Kendra's painted lips curled into a wicked smile. "Don't worry, Candy. I'll be gentle." She leaned in close, her perfume washing over Candice—jasmine and something darker, something that smelled like sex. "At least for the first part."
"There's a first part?" Candice managed, but Kendra was already closing the distance.
Their lips met.
It was nothing like the chaste, fumbling kisses Candice had shared with boys in her village. This was a claiming, a communion, a transfer of raw energy that felt like being struck by lightning. Kendra's lips were impossibly soft, impossibly full, and they moved against Candice's with a skill born of countless hours of practice. Her tongue swept out, tracing the seam of Candice's lips, demanding entry.
Candice opened for her without thinking.
Kendra's tongue slid inside, and the taste of her was intoxicating—sweet and spicy and utterly addictive, like some forbidden nectar. Candice moaned against her mouth as the magic surged through her body. She felt it in her chest first, a warmth that spread outward, and then in her belly, where it pooled like liquid fire.
And then her mana began to change.
It was like watching her very essence melt and recast itself in a new mold. Her lightning magic—that weak, sputtering blue spark that had never been anything but a source of shame—began to shift, the color bleeding from cool blue to a vibrant, pulsing pink. The hot pink Lust Mana surged through her channels, filling every hollow space, burning away the old cracks and flaws.
Candice's body went rigid in Kendra's arms. Her back arched, her heels digging into the floor as a scream tore from her throat—but it wasn't a scream of pain. It was something else entirely.
Pleasure. Pure, overwhelming, all-consuming pleasure.
"Oh—fuck—" The words escaped her unbidden as Kendra broke the kiss. Candice's eyes were glazed, her pupils blown wide, her lips swollen and wet. She was trembling, her whole body quivering like a plucked string. "What—that felt—"
"Good, right?" Kendra's grin was satisfied, almost predatory. "That's just the beginning."
The transformation wasn't finished. Candice could feel it working through her, layer by layer, minute by minute. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to wake up, becoming hypersensitive to the slightest stimulation. The brush of her shirt against her nipples felt like a caress. The air against her skin felt like a lover's breath. She was panting, drenched in sweat, her thighs pressed tightly together to try to quell the throbbing ache between her legs.
She moaned. Loudly. Uncontrollably. The sound echoed off the velvet-draped walls.
"Told you," Kendra said, watching with undisguised delight. "You're a succubus now, baby girl."
"I feel..." Candice's voice caught as another wave of pleasure rolled through her, making her gasp. "I feel so—"
"Needy?" Kendra offered. "Horny? Desperate? Like you'd do anything to feel something inside you?"
Candice's cheeks flushed crimson, but she couldn't deny it. She was dying. The ache between her thighs was overwhelming, a hollow, desperate need that pulsed with every heartbeat. She could feel her pussy clenching around nothing, wet and aching and so empty it hurt.
"Where is it going? The transformation?" she understood the sensations now. "What's happening to me?"
"You're becoming a Half-Succubus," Lysandra said, her voice smooth and gentle. "Your body is reshaping to be more receptive to lust ."
"This is insane," she whimpered. "I feel like I'm going to explode."
"That's the transformation reaching its final stage," Lysandra said. "The pleasure is your body learning how to feel as a succubus does. Every touch, every sensation—it's multiplied tenfold."
"You'll get used to it," Kendra added, her hand coming to rest on Candice's shoulder. "Your body will adapt. And when it does, you'll be stronger than you've ever been."
Candice wanted to ask more questions, but her mind was too scattered to form coherent thoughts. All she could focus on was the relentless, building pressure inside her. Her clit was throbbing so hard she could feel it through her jeans. Her nipples were so sensitive that the fabric of her bra was nearly unbearable. And her pussy—gods, her pussy was dripping, soaking through her underwear, leaving a wet spot she'd be mortified about if she could think straight.
"Is it done?" she managed, her voice ragged. "Is it over?"
Lysandra placed a hand on her forehead. Her skin was cool against Candice's burning flesh. "The transformation is complete," she said. "You are now a Succubus Mage, Candice. Magic Level...10. You've doubled your power in a single night."
Candice's eyes went wide. "Level 15?"
"10," Lysandra confirmed. "And it will only grow from here. As you feed on lust—both your own and others—your power will increase dramatically. Level 30 is within reach."
"Fuck," Candice breathed. The word felt strange on her tongue—not her usual vocabulary. But it slipped out naturally, as if her new body had loosened her lips along with everything else.
"Don't worry," Kendra said, her voice soothing. "You don't have to figure it all out tonight. Right now, the most important thing is that you're a succubus. And I know exactly what you're feeling."
Candice looked at her, desperate and ashamed and so achingly needy. "How do you fix it? The—the horniness?"
Kendra laughed, a low, throaty sound that made Candice's stomach flip. "Oh, sweetheart. You don't fix it. You embrace it." She paused, her eyes gleaming in the candlelight. "When was the last time you touched yourself?"
Candice's mouth opened, then closed. The question was so intimate, so blatant, but her body was beyond lies. "I... it's been a while."
"Since before you came to the University?"
Candice nodded weakly.
"Daddy's rule was that masturbating drained your power, right? Made you weaker. Kept you from focusing on your studies." Kendra rolled her eyes. "That's a lie, by the way. Abuse of power. He knew you were struggling, and he wanted to keep you weak and dependent on his approval."
"Wait, really?" Candice felt a flash of anger along with her overwhelming arousal. "That's... that's why my magic never grew?"
"Not entirely," Lysandra interjected. "Your core was weak because you were suppressing your true nature. But yes, his teachings certainly didn't help."
Candice's hands were trembling. The anger, compounded with the unbearable pleasure, was driving her to the edge of reason. She looked at Kendra, her eyes pleading. "How do I... how do I make this feeling go away?"
Kendra took her hand and led her to the bed. "You don't make it go away. You lean into it." She pushed Candice down gently onto the silk sheets, and the fabric felt like heaven against her hypersensitive skin. "You touch yourself. And you enjoy it. Every single second of it."
Candice looked up at her former best friend, her heart racing. "It's been so long. I don't know if I even remember how."
Kendra laughed softly, kneeling beside the bed. "Oh, sweetie. Your new body knows exactly what to do. All you have to do is let it."
Candice's hands moved almost of their own accord, trembling as they found the hem of her shirt. She pulled it up, exposing her belly, her white cotton bra. She could feel the weight of her breasts—heavier now, fuller than they'd been an hour ago—pressing against the fabric. She reached behind her back, unclasped the bra the way she'd done a thousand times, and let it fall away.
Her breasts spilled out, and her breathing hitched. They were bigger, rounder, her nipples swollen and dark and harder than she'd ever felt them. She ran her hands over them, and the touch sent electricity through her body. A moan escaped her lips, long and low.
"Oh... oh gods..."
"Good girl," Kendra crooned. "Keep going. Don't be shy. This is for you."
Candice's hands wandered lower, trailing down her belly, over her hips. She unbuttoned her jeans with fumbling fingers, in such a rush that she nearly tore the fabric. She pushed them down, kicked them aside, and lay there in nothing but her soaked panties.
The cool air against her burning skin was exquisite. She could feel herself throbbing, her thighs slick with her own arousal. Her fingers hooked around the waistband of her panties and dragged them down slowly, savoring the friction.
"Show me," Kendra whispered, and the words went straight to Candice's core. "Show me how good it feels."
Candice spread her legs, and her hand found the soft, wet heat of her pussy. She was drenched, sopping like she'd never been in her life. Her fingers slid through her folds, parting them, revealing her swollen clit, glistening with moisture.
Her fingers slid through her folds, parting them, revealing her swollen clit, glistening with moisture. The first touch sent a jolt of electricity through her entire body, and she cried out, her hips bucking off the bed. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before—every nerve ending in her body seemed to converge on that single point of contact, amplifying the sensation to something almost unbearable.
"Oh—fuck—" she gasped, her fingers circling her clit experimentally. The pleasure was overwhelming, dizzying. She could feel her inner muscles clenching, fluttering, desperate for something more. Her other hand came up to cup her breast, and the weight of it felt amazing, so sensitive that even her own touch made her moan.
"That's it, girl," Kendra crooned from somewhere beside the bed. "Work that pretty pussy. Feel how good your new body feels."
Candice's fingers moved faster, sliding through her slick folds, dipping inside herself briefly before returning to her clit. She was so wet, so open, her body begging for something to fill her. But she remembered Kendra's words—this was about her, about learning her own pleasure. She pressed two fingers inside herself, her hips thrusting instinctively against her hand.
The stretch was delicious, the feeling of her fingers sliding in and out of her aching cunt sending waves of pleasure washing through her. She curled her fingers, searching for that spot she'd only ever read about in filthy novels she'd hidden under her mattress. When she found it—a rough patch of flesh that made her whole body clench—she nearly screamed.
"Please—I'm so close—" she begged, though she wasn't sure who she was begging. Her fingers were a blur now, rubbing and pumping, her thighs trembling as the pressure built. She could feel it rising, that familiar coiling heat that promised the release she so desperately needed.
She was right there. So close. Just a few more strokes.
Candice's body tensed, her toes curling, her back arching off the bed. She could feel it building, the orgasm cresting, ready to crash over her like a wave.
And then.
Nothing.
The pressure plateaued, hovered at the edge, and refused to break. Candice let out a frustrated whimper, her fingers still working frantically. But the sensation had shifted from pleasure to something almost painful—a deep, aching need that grew stronger with every touch but never reached its peak. She tried to speed up, tried to bear down, tried everything she could think of to push herself over the edge.
"Fuck," she panted, her voice breaking. "Fuck, why can't I—I'm right there, I'm so close—"
She looked at Kendra, desperate, her eyes wild and pleading. "Why won't it—Kendra, what's happening?"
Kendra's expression shifted into something unreadable. A knowing smile crept across her face, and she tilted her head slightly, looking at Candice with that same predatory satisfaction. "Oh, right. I forgot to mention that."
"Forgot to mention what?" Candice's voice was ragged, desperate, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.
"Succubus magic users can't orgasm by themselves," Kendra said casually, as if she were discussing the weather. "It's one of the rules of the magic. You need a partner. Always. Every time."
Candice blinked. The words took a moment to process through the haze of arousal that clouded her mind. When they did, the fury hit her like a physical blow.
"You what?" She sat up so fast her head spun, her fingers frozen between her legs. "You forgot to mention that? You let me lie here rubbing myself like a desperate idiot while you knew I couldn't—you knew—"
Her voice cracked with rage and betrayal. She grabbed a pillow and hurled it at Kendra's head.
Kendra ducked, laughing. "Hey! I was going to tell you, but you looked so eager. I didn't want to interrupt."
"You absolute bitch!" Candice scrambled off the bed, her legs unsteady, her soaked panties leaving a damp trail on the floor. "You planned this! You and your succubus mother or whatever the fuck she is! You wanted to trap me!"
"Trap you?" Kendra's eyebrows rose. "Candy, I offered you a gift. The magic is real. The power is real. I just neglected to mention a small caveat."
"A small caveat? I can't cum unless someone's sticking something inside me! That's not a small caveat, that's a fundamental change to how my body works!"
"It's not sticking something inside you," Kendra said, her voice taking on an annoyingly reasonable tone. "It's having a partner. Someone to share pleasure with. It's about connection."
"Fuck you and your connection!" Candice's naked body was trembling with rage and need. She was so close to orgasm she could taste it, but it was just out of reach, tormenting her. "I didn't ask for this! I didn't want to be some horny slut who needs someone to—"
"To what?" Kendra's voice dropped, becoming sultry, teasing. "To fuck you? To make you feel good? To give you what your body is aching for right now?"
Candice's mouth opened, then closed. The words caught in her throat because she couldn't deny it. Her body was screaming, every nerve ending on fire, her pussy clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled. She hated it. She hated Kendra for doing this to her. She hated herself for wanting it so badly.
"Don't worry," Kendra said, stepping closer. Her voice was soft now, almost gentle. "I'm happy to make you cum anytime, Candy. All you have to do is ask."
Candice's eyes blazed. But the fury was warring with desperation now, and desperation was winning. She could feel her control slipping, her pride crumbling in the face of this overwhelming, all-consuming need.
"Fuck you," she whispered, but the words lacked venom.
Kendra took another step closer. "Say it. Say you want me to help you. Say it and I'll make you feel so good you'll forget your own name."
"Just do it," Candice screamed, her voice cracking with frustration. "Fuck, Kendra, just do it. Do whatever you have to do. Just make me cum. Please."
The please came out unbidden, a desperate plea that she couldn't stop. She was beyond shame now, beyond pretense. She was a creature of pure need, and Kendra held the key to her release.
Kendra's smile was triumphant, but there was affection in it too. She moved to a trunk at the foot of the bed and opened it, pulling out a leather harness and a gleaming black dildo that made Candice's eyes go wide. The silicone cock was thick—thicker than any man she'd ever seen—and long, with a slight curve that promised to hit spots she'd only dreamed about.
"Have you ever been fucked by one of these before?" Kendra asked casually, strapping the harness around her hips with practiced efficiency. The dildo jutted out from between her legs, an intimidating sight.
"No," Candice said, her voice small.
Kendra stepped toward her, the dildo bobbing slightly with each movement. "Don't worry. I'm experienced. And your new body is made for this. It'll feel better than anything you've ever imagined."
She reached Candice and took her by the hips, gentling guiding her onto the bed. Candice's resistance was nonexistent, her morals, pride, and shame all melting away in the furnace of her need. She let Kendra position her on all fours, her ass in the air, her face pressed into the silk pillows.
"Ready, baby girl?" Kendra asked, and Candice could hear the smile in her voice.
"Just fuck me," Candice whispered. "Please."
Kendra's hands guided her hips, the dildo pressing against her slick entrance. Candice gasped as it slid through her folds, coating itself in her juices. The head nudged against her opening, teasing her, and then—
"You okay?" Kendra asked softly.
"Don't you dare stop," Candice growled.
Kendra thrust forward.
The dildo sank into her in one smooth, impossibly delicious motion. Candice's world exploded. She screamed—a raw, primal sound—as the thick cock stretched her, filled her, drove deep into her sopping cunt until she felt it press against her cervix. She was so wet, so open, her body welcoming it without resistance.
"How does that feel?" Kendra asked, her voice husky. She began to move, pulling out slowly before driving back in with a force that made Candice's entire body rock forward.
"Fuck—fuck—" Candice's fingers clawed into the silk sheets, her knuckles white. "It's so big—you're so fucking deep—"
Kendra's thrusts picked up speed, a rhythm that was primal and perfect. The curve of the dildo hit her g-spot with every stroke, and Candice could feel that plateau tension finally beginning to climb again. But this time, it wasn't stopping at the edge. It was building, building, rising like a tide.
"Don't stop—don't stop—" she begged, her voice breaking. "I'm gonna cum—I'm gonna—"
"Not yet," Kendra growled, her hand coming down on Candice's ass hard. The slap echoed through the room, and Candice cried out, the sting mixing with pleasure in a way that made her see stars. "I want to hear you beg."
"Please," Candice sobbed, her hips pushing back against Kendra's thrusts. "Please let me cum. I need it. I need you. Please, Kendra, please—"
"That's my girl," Kendra purred, and her hand snaked around to grip Candice's hip tightly. She sped up, her thrusts becoming brutal, punishing, driving Candice to the brink. "Cum for me, Candy. Show me how much you love it."
The command was all she needed. The orgasm hit her like a freight train.
It tore through her body, starting in her core and exploding outward. Her vision went white. Her hands clawed into the bed, her whole body locking up as the wave of ecstasy crashed over her. She screamed—a raw, guttural, animal sound—her voice ragged and desperate as wave after wave of pleasure consumed her.
For a moment, the world ceased to exist.
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Candice collapsed onto the bed, completely spent, her body trembling like a leaf. Kendra pulled the dildo out slowly, a motion that drew one last weak gasp from Candice's lips. She rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling, her chest heaving.
"I'm going to kill you," she whispered eventually.
Kendra laughed, climbing onto the bed beside her. "That good, huh?"
Candice turned her head to glare at her, but the expression lacked any real heat. Her face was flushed, her hair plastered to her forehead with sweat, her eyes still glassy with the remnants of ecstasy. "You forgot to mention the part where I can't cum alone."
"Forgot is a strong word," Kendra said, grinning. "I more like... strategically delayed the information."
"Asshole."
"Maybe. But you came, didn't you?"
Candice's cheeks flushed crimson. She couldn't deny it. The orgasm had been the most intense of her life. It made every fantasy she'd ever had, every guilty pleasure she'd kept hidden, feel pale and pathetic by comparison.
"I did," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "And it was... incredible."
Kendra's grin softened into something warmer. "See? There are perks to being a succubus, Candy. You can have pleasure like that whenever you want. All you need is a partner."
"I don't like the way you say partners," Candice muttered. "Why does it feel like you're planning something?"
Kendra's eyes sparkled with mischief. "I'm just saying. You might want to get used to having company."
Candice sat up slowly, feeling the slick residue between her thighs. Her skin was flushed, her nipples still hard, her lips wet and slightly swollen. She was a mess, but she was also something else: stronger.
That's when she noticed the golden light. It flickered around the edges of her vision.
"Oh my god," she breathed. "What's happening?"
Lysandra appeared at her side, nodding with approval. "The surge of magic from your first orgasm—it's pushing your power even higher. I can sense it. Level 15."
"What? That's it? I thought you said I was level 10."
Lysandra explained, her golden eyes gleaming. "The orgasm—the pure, unfiltered experience of succubus pleasure—added to it. Level 10 to 15."
Candice felt a mix of awe and horror. "So every time I... every time I come, I get stronger?"
"That is the essence of succubus magic," Lysandra said. "The more you embrace your desires, the more your power grows. It's a self-reinforcing cycle."
"And you didn't think to mention that part either?" Candice turned to Kendra, her voice rising. "That part's pretty important."
"You were in a hurry," Kendra said, shrugging. "And I figured you'd be more motivated to find out if you discovered it yourself."
"I can't decide if I want to kiss you or strangle you," Candice said, her voice flat.