Chapter 5: New Normal
The first morning, Candice woke with a fire between her legs that felt less like desire and more like a curse. Her thighs were slick before her eyes even opened, her clit throbbing with a need so acute it bordered on pain.
"Kendra." Her voice came out as a croak, barely a whisper.
The bed shifted beside her. Kendra's arm draped over her waist, warm and heavy. "Mm?"
"I need—" Candice swallowed hard. "I need you to touch me. Now."
Kendra's laugh was low and sleep-roughened. "That's the fifth morning in a row, Candy. You're getting predictable."
"Shut up and help me."
But there was no bite in Candice's tone anymore. The resentment had burned away, replaced by a desperate, hungry dependence that frightened her more than she wanted to admit. She'd stopped pretending she could handle this alone after the third morning, when she'd spent an hour grinding against her own palm, chasing a release that never came, and had finally stumbled into Kendra's room in tears.
Now she just turned her head on the pillow, meeting Kendra's eyes in the dim light filtering through the crimson curtains. "Please."
Kendra propped herself up on one elbow. Her hair was a wild mess of blonde and pink waves, her tits spilling out of the silk camisole she'd worn to bed. She looked like a dream, a dirty dream, and Candice hated how much she wanted to touch her.
"Lie back," Kendra said, her voice dropping into that low, seductive register that made Candice's toes curl. "Let me take care of you."
Candice obeyed, falling onto her back and spreading her legs without thinking. Kendra positioned herself between them, her long pink nails trailing up the inside of Candice's thigh. The anticipation made Candice's breath hitch.
"You've been working so hard in class," Kendra murmured, her mouth following the path of her fingers. " You should be proud of yourself."
"I'm not—" Candice gasped as Kendra's tongue flicked out, tasting her without warning. "Fuck."
"You're not what?"
"I'm not proud." The words came out broken, stuttering. "I'm just horny. All the time."
Kendra looked up at her, and in the pale morning light, her tanned skin glowed. "Being horny isn't weakness, Candy. It's power. You're channeling it the way you're supposed to."
She dipped her head again, and Candice lost the ability to think.
It was always like this, those first moments. Kendra's tongue was impossibly skilled, flicking and curling and sucking with a precision that Candice had never experienced with anyone else. Within minutes, the pressure built and built, coiling in the base of Candice's spine until she was whimpering, clutching at Kendra's blonde hair with one hand and the silk sheets with the other.
"Please," she begged, not knowing what she was asking for. "Fuck, Kendra, please—"
"Let go." Kendra's voice vibrated against her clit. "Let go, baby. Give me everything."
Candice came with a scream that she muffled by biting her own fist. Her body arched off the bed, her vision going white behind her eyelids. Kendra kept licking through it, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until Candice collapsed, panting and boneless.
"Good girl," Kendra crooned, crawling up to press a kiss to her forehead. "Now get your ass in the shower. You've got Magical Theory in an hour."
Candice stared at the ceiling, catching her breath. Her heart was still hammering, her body still humming with a pleasure that stubbornly refused to completely fade.
"I hate this," she mumbled.
"No, you don't."
She didn't.
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Magical Theory with Professor Aldridge was the class everyone dreaded. He was exacting, condescending, and had once expelled a third-year student for daring to yawn during his lecture. The auditorium was packed when Candice slipped in, taking her usual seat in the back row.
She'd been here for five years, always in the back, always trying to disappear into the shadows. Today, though, something felt different. The magic humming in her veins was stronger than it had ever been, a pink current that sang just beneath her skin.
"Miss Dixon." Professor Aldridge's voice cut through the murmur of conversation like a blade. "A pleasure to see you present."
Candice's stomach clenched. "Good morning, Professor."
He smiled at her, and it was the kind of smile that made her want to crawl under her desk. He knew about what she'd become, she realized. He'd given permission for the succubus magic program, had sanctioned her training under Kendra. He had seen her naked in the Crimson Lotus, had watched her transformation from the shadows.
"Normally, I wouldn't allow a student who was on the verge of expulsion to remain in my class without making up for her past failures," he said, loudly enough for everyone to hear. "But I understand you've made some... significant improvements."
A murmur rippled through the room. Candice kept her face impassive, though her hands were trembling in her lap.
"Let's see how you fare on today's pop quiz." Adrian stroked his silver beard, his emerald eyes glinting with amusement. "No pressure. It's only worth ten percent of your final grade."
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
She should have studied more. She'd been so distracted by the new magic in her veins, by the constant hunger between her legs, by the long nights with Kendra exploring the contours of her new power, that she'd neglected her regular coursework.
But when the test papers reached her desk, she realized something strange was happening.
She could see the answers. Not because she'd memorized the material, but because the pink energy in her core was almost... whispering to her. Showing her patterns she hadn't noticed before, connections between concepts she'd studied for years without understanding.
She wrote faster than she ever had in her life.
An hour later, she submitted her test with a sense of dazed disbelief. Professor Aldridge took it from her, his eyes scanning the pages. His expression flickered, something like genuine surprise passing over his weathered features.
"Remarkable," he said quietly. "Ninety-eight percent."
Candice blinked. "What?"
"Ninety-eight percent, Miss Dixon. The highest score in the class." He set the test down, studying her with renewed interest. "I must say, the succubus magic seems to be doing wonders for your cognitive abilities."
"Thank you, Professor."
"Congratulations, Candice." His voice was low, intimate, carrying undertones she didn't want to acknowledge. "I'm very eager to see how you continue to evolve."
She rushed out of the auditorium without looking back.
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By the end of the second week, Candice was Level 16. By the end of the third, she was Level 17, and Professor Aldridge had publicly praised her improvement in front of the entire university assembly.
Magic Level 15. More than three times what she'd been able to achieve in five years of grinding.
All it had taken was selling her soul.
The thought made her feel dirty, and the dirtiness made her horny, and the horniness made her miss Kendra's touch. Every morning, she woke up with a desperate need that clawed at her insides, and every morning, Kendra was there, ready to help.
It was the fourth week when things started to change.
Candice lay beside Kendra in the enormous bed, panting from a particularly intense orgasm. Her face was pressed against Kendra's shoulder, her breath hot against Kendra's skin. She could smell everything—the jasmine perfume layered over the scent of sweat, the lingerie that cost more than Candice's entire wardrobe, the remnants of the morning's shared release.
She was exhausted, her limbs heavy and loose. But there was a burning in her chest that wasn't satisfied.
"Candy?" Kendra's voice was gentle. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Candice's voice came out muffled. "I just... I want to touch you."
The words hung in the air. Kendra's body stilled beneath her.
"You want to touch me," Kendra repeated, her voice carefully neutral.
"Like, actually touch you. Not just have you service me." She looked up, meeting Kendra's eyes with a vulnerability that made her want to crawl into a hole. "I want to feel your tits. Your ass. Everything. Is that weird?"
Kendra's expression softened, and a smile spread across her lips—not her usual wicked, teasing smile, but something genuine. "It's not weird at all, baby. I've been wondering when you'd finally ask."
"Really?"
"Really." Kendra rolled onto her back, stretching out. The motion made her massive tits shift, barely contained by the black lace bra she'd worn to bed. Candice's mouth went dry.
"What do you want to do first?"
Candice's mind raced. She'd been fantasizing about this for weeks, but she had no idea how to vocalize those filthy thoughts. Her hand moved to Kendra's chest, trembling. She cupped one breast experimentally, feeling the weight of it, the warmth through the lace.
"Oh my god," she whispered. "These are enormous."
Kendra laughed. "Why do you think I need custom bras? They don't make them this big in normal stores."
"How big are they?"
"Massive tits. That's what the girls at work call them. You can't get enough of them." Kendra reached back to unclasp her bra, letting it fall away. "Come on, sweetheart. Don't be shy."
Candice looked at the naked breast she was still cupping. The skin was a gorgeous tan, the nipple pink and pierced with a small golden ring. She pressed her palm into the flesh, marveling at how firm it was despite its size.
Then, without warning, she leaned down and took the nipple in her mouth.
Kendra gasped, her body arching. "Oh, fuck. Yes."
Candice suckled, heedless of the clumsiness of her movements. She circled her tongue around Kendra's nipple, laving the hard little bud before pulling back.
"Daddy gets these every week," Kendra murmured, her fingers threading through Candice's hair. "He calls them his favorite toys. But they're yours, baby. All yours."
Candice's body flooded with heat at the possessive statement. She moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention. Then her hands wandered lower, across the flat expanse of Kendra's stomach, down to the thin silk of her underwear.
She looked up, asking a question with her eyes.
Kendra nodded, her breathing already quickened. "Go ahead."
Candice tugged the underwear aside and dipped her head slowly. The first taste of Kendra was mind-altering—sweet and musky and addictive in a way that made her fingers shake. She lapped at the length of Kendra's slit, dragging her tongue up from her entrance to her clit.
"God, Candy, just like that." Kendra arched her back, her hands clenching in the sheets. "You're a natural."
Candice buried her face deeper, forgetting her shyness as she explored every inch of Kendra's body with her mouth. She'd never been this close to another woman, never tasted what it was like to give pleasure. But now that she had it, she couldn't stop.
The taste of Kendra, the way she moved and moaned, the flush that crept across her brown skin, the trembling that started whenever Candice found a sensitive spot—all of it was intoxicating.
"Alright, Goddess, what is it?"
"Fuck me with the strap-on, Kendra."
"Oh, fuck, yes, ma'am."
She watched Kendra was producing a black leather strap-on, wide and long and curved to hit every pleasure point inside Candice. Her mouth right over her pussy, her tongue shoved deep inside her cunt, tasting her, all the while Kendra's hand stroked the strap-on.
Kendra spread Candice's legs, positioning herself at the entrance of her pussy, the strap-on hard and glistening with her juices. "Take it," she whispered, pushing forward.
Candice let out a guttural moan as the strap-on filled her, stretching her cunt around its width, reaching deep inside, stirring the magic in her core. She felt her eyes roll into her head as the impossible fullness triggered a different, deeper sort of hunger.
"Give it to me, Kendra." Candice sobbed, her body a wreck of sensation. "Fuck me, please. Don't stop."
"Never. I'm going to fuck you until you forget your own name."
Kendra pounded into her, raw and demanding, and Candice surrendered completely to the pleasure and the love and the hunger that swirled between them.
The room had become a cacophony of lust, of wet sounds and moans. The mirrors on the wall reflected the scenes, showing Candice her own debauchery, how beautifully she writhed under Kendra's cock.
Candice could feel the edges of her orgasm approaching, the familiar build that usually culminated in glorious release under Kendra's clever fingers. But this was different—deeper.
The succubus magic in her core responded to Kendra's rhythm, rising to meet it. The pleasure intensified, sharpened, piercing her like a blade.
"Kendra—" she gasped, hips rolling. "I'm going to cum."
"Do it." Kendra's voice was guttural with her own pleasure. "Cum on my cock, Candy. Let me feel you."
The world shattered.
Candice screamed as she came, her vision whiting out as the succubus magic surged through her. Pink energy burst from her skin like liquid fire, coating the walls of the room with a shimmering pulsing glow.
Kendra fucked her through it, not letting the pleasure stop, prolonging the orgasm until Candice could have sworn she tasted the sky.
When it finally faded, Candice collapsed, barely conscious, her body twitching with aftershocks. Kendra lowered herself carefully, pulling Candice into her arms, peppering kisses across her face.
"You did so good, baby," she whispered, brushing a strand of sweat-damp hair from Candice's forehead. "So fucking good."
Candice couldn't breathe. Couldn't speak. She could only lie there, held in Kendra's arms, marveling at the sheer scope of her own pleasure. She was alive, more alive than she'd ever been. Her body was aching, her magic singing, and the look in Kendra's eyes was pure love and satisfaction.
"I love you," Kendra said softly. "I know it's fast, but I love you. You're mine now, Candice. My partner, my best friend, my apprentice... my everything."
Candice felt tears pricking at her eyes. She swallowed hard, trying to form words, to respond in kind, but all she could do was cling to Kendra and let the love wash over her.