Chapter 6: Obsession
Level 25. The number echoed in Candice's skull as she stared at the shimmering notification that appeared before her eyes after the morning's session. Twenty-fucking-five. A number that had seemed like an impossible dream just a few short weeks ago, a distant summit she'd been clawing toward for five miserable years.
Now it was hers.
She was lying in the wreckage of Kendra's silk sheets, her body glistening with sweat and the remnants of her latest orgasm. Her skin felt like it was buzzing, the succubus energy humming through her veins like liquid electricity. Above her head, the pink afterglow of her release was still sparking faintly in the air, dissipating only when Kendra's long pink nails traced lazy patterns across Candice's stomach.
"Level twenty-five," Kendra murmured, her voice rich with satisfaction. "That was quick, Candy. Even faster than me."
Candice blinked, still dazed. "I'm..." She swallowed, tasting salt and sex. "I'm almost at thirty."
"Thirty's a formality." Kendra's hand slid lower, skimming across Candice's hip. "You're already top of the class. Top of the university, actually. Professor Aldridge literally said you're the fastest climber he's ever seen."
Something warm and triumphant swelled in Candice's chest. She propped herself up on her elbows. "He said that?"
"He practically creamed his trousers saying it, babe." Kendra laughed, a low, dirty sound that made Candice's stomach flutter. "You're his little success story now. The girl who was about to be expelled, who was a Magic Level 5 failure, and now she's one of the strongest mages in the school."
Candice lay back, gazing at the mirrored ceiling. She could see herself reflected there, sprawled across the ruined bed. But the reflection didn't quite feel like her anymore. The Candice from a month ago was pale, skinny, haunted by self-doubt. This woman in the mirror was still short-haired and pale-eyed, but there was a fullness to her that hadn't existed before. A glow. A confidence.
She reached up, touching her face. The succubus magic was starting to soften her features, making her look almost pretty. Not like Kendra, though. Kendra was a goddess made flesh—massive tits, a round, phat ass that made men weep, those big dick-sucking lips that honestly should have been illegal. Kendra was the kind woman that you saw and immediately knew she could ruin your entire life with a single wink.
Candice wasn't there yet.
The thought caught her off guard, and she frowned. Where had that come from?
"Hey." Kendra's voice cut through her spiraling thoughts. "Where'd you go? You just zoned out."
"Nowhere. Just..." Candice shook her head, chasing the thought away. "I'm just happy. Really, really happy."
"Good." Kendra rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow, her magnificent tits spilling out from the sheer lacy number she was wearing. "You deserve to be happy. You've been working so hard, and now you're almost done. Soon you're going to be a graduate, and then we can just fuck all day, every day, without worrying about your GPA."
Candice laughed, and it felt real. "Is that meant to motivate me?"
"Did it work?"
"Yeah." She leaned over, kissing Kendra's shoulder. "It worked."
Kendra smiled, and there was so much love in that smile that Candice felt a pang of guilt. Because she wasn't completely happy, was she? There was this new thing growing in her chest, this weird, hungry little seed that she didn't understand.
She looked at Kendra's body again, the way the tanned skin glowed even in the low light of the suite. Kendra's waist was impossibly slim, her hips curving out like an hourglass, her massive tits so full and heavy that they seemed almost improbable. Candice remembered what it had been like to suck on those tits, to bury her face between them, to feel Kendra's thighs wrap around her head.
She wanted that again. She wanted it constantly.
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The next morning, Professor Aldridge was droning on about advanced rune theory, his voice echoing through the cavernous lecture hall. Usually Candice took detailed notes, her fountain pen scratching across parchment as she forced herself to focus. Usually, she was one of the most attentive students in the room.
Today, she was a wreck.
Kendra was sitting beside her, wearing a ridiculously short skirt and a top that left little to the imagination. She was leaning back in her chair, her long legs crossed, her gaze fixed forward as if she were actually listening. But underneath the desk, her hand was resting on Candice's thigh, her acrylic nails tracing slow, infuriating circles.
Candice's heart was thundering in her chest. She had her notebook open, but the words were just a blur. Every time Kendra's fingers drifted higher, a wave of hot electricity shot through her core.
"Stop," she hissed under her breath.
Kendra's smile was wicked. "Stop what?"
"You know what." Candice tried to focus on the lecture, but Kendra's nails were now skimming the hem of her skirt. "We're in class."
"And?" Kendra leaned closer, her lips brushing Candice's ear. "You know Daddy lets us do whatever we want."
The word "Daddy" sent a jolt straight through Candice's hips, even though Professor Aldridge was currently the other end of the stage. But the thought of him, with his silver hair and cold emerald eyes, watching them while they engaged in forbidden acts, made her ache with a shameful heat.
"We shouldn't," Candice said, but she didn't move away. Didn't pull Kendra's hand from her thigh.
"You don't really believe that, do you?" Kendra's fingers skimmed higher, finding the edge of Candice's underwear. "You want me to touch you, don't you? I feel how wet you are. You've been soaked since we sat down."
It was true. Candice's panties had been sticky with arousal within minutes of the lecture starting. She had become addicted—Kendra's hands, Kendra's mouth, Kendra's entire body.
"Please," Candice whimpered, and she didn't know if she was begging Kendra to stop or to continue.
Kendra looked at her, deciding, a predatory glint in her eyes. Then she slid, sinuously, from her chair and disappeared beneath the heavy oak desk.
Candice's breath caught. "Kendra, what are you—"
Kendra's head emerged between Candice's thighs, her blonde-and-pink hair brushing against Candice's knees. She was grinning as she nuzzled Candice's inner thigh, her hot breath seeping through the thin fabric of Candice's skirt.
"Shhh," Kendra whispered, her lips brushing over the damp lace. "Just relax. Pretend you're taking notes."
Candice tried to think of a protest, but Kendra's tongue was already working its way along her clit, and every rational thought dissolved into static.
She grabbed the edge of the desk in a white-knuckled grip as Kendra ate her out in full view of their entire class. The professor was lecturing about runic arrays, and some student in the third row was asking a question. Kendra was a menace, an expert, working her mouth over Candice's soaked cunt.
Candice bit her own fist, trying to keep from moaning out loud. The pleasure was suffocating, the knowledge that anyone could look over and see what was happening making it even worse. Kendra's nails dug into Candice's hips as she pulled her closer, feasting without mercy.
Candice felt her orgasm building like a tidal wave, tension coiling in her stomach, sweeping down her spine, leaving her breathless. She was going to cum in front of forty other students, she realized, and that made her want to die and made her want it all the more.
"Candy," Kendra breathed, pulling back just enough to speak, her lips slick. "Look at Professor Aldridge. He's watching us."
Candice's gaze snapped up to the stage. Professor Aldridge was no longer lecturing. He was staring directly at them, his silver eyebrows raised, and there was a knowing, amused smile playing at the corners of his lips. He didn't call them out. Didn't show any sign of anger. He simply watched Kendra's head bobbing beneath the desk, watched Candice's face flush as she rode her climax.
The sight sent Candice over the edge. Her body convulsed, her back arching, her eyes rolling back as she came with a silent scream. Kendra kept licking through it, drawing out the pleasure until Candice was shaking.
When Kendra finally resurfaced, licking her lips, Candice sat there dazed, her skirt ruined, her face flushed so hot she was sure she'd faint.
"Better?" Kendra asked innocently.
Candice opened her mouth, but no words came out. She just nodded numbly, gathering her notes with trembling hands.
The professor, still smiling, turned back to his lecture as if nothing had happened.
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That should be the last time, Candice told herself the next day. They were sitting in the library, surrounded by other students, all hunched over their books in the dim amber glow of the magical reading lamps. Candice was trying to study for her practical exam, but Kendra had her foot hooked over Candice's ankle and was slowly rubbing the sole of her shoe against Candice's calf.
"You're distracting me," Candice whispered without looking up from her book.
"Mm." Kendra didn't stop. "Is it working?"
Yes. It was absolutely working. Candice's mind was a fog of images, of Kendra's massive tits pressed against her face, of Kendra's thighs wrapped around her head, of the sounds Kendra made when Candice fucked her with the strap-on.
It had been three days since that lecture, and Candice had been unable to focus on anything that didn't involve Kendra's body.
"Kendra." She looked up, intending to tell her to stop, but instead found herself asking, "What do you do when I'm not around? I mean, do you miss me?"
"Every second," Kendra said, and her voice was warm and genuine. "I miss you even when you're in the bathroom."
"That's intense."
"I'm an intense person." Kendra's foot continued its slow, torturous work. "And you're my soulmate, Candy. My everything. I'm not gonna pretend I'm chill about it."
Candice's heart did a stupid little flip-flop in her chest. "I missed you too. Even when you were just in the library."
They looked at each other for a moment, the silence heavy with the weight of the words neither of them was saying. Candice wanted to crawl into Kendra's lap and never leave. She wanted to lick every inch of Kendra's body. She wanted Kendra to be the last thing she saw before falling asleep and the first thing she saw when she woke up.
It was obsessive. It was a little bit insane.
But Candice hadn't felt this alive in five years.
She was supposed to be studying for the magical aptitude exam. She was supposed to be practicing her incantations, refining her control. Focus, Candice. Focus.
Instead, she found herself leaning forward, pressing a soft kiss to Kendra's lips, tasting cherries from Kendra's lip gloss. It was almost chaste, far too innocent for what desperate things were racing through her mind.
"I need you," Candice said quietly. "I know that sounds pathetic, but I actually genuinely need you."
"Sweetheart, that's not pathetic." Kendra cupped Candice's cheek, stroking her thumb over her cheekbone. "That's what happens when you find your person. I needed you too for so long. I just didn't know how to say it."
"I was so mean to you," Candice whispered, shame flooding through her. "When I found out what you had become, I was so jealous and bitter. I blamed you for not telling me, but I was really just mad that you had found power I couldn't."
"Baby." Kendra's voice was tender. "We were both lost. We were both trying to survive. You're here now. That's all that matters."
Candice leaned forward, pressing her forehead against Kendra's, breathing the same air. For a moment, it felt like the rest of the library faded away.
Then Kendra's lips curled into a mischievous smile.
"If you're really needy though, maybe we should skip studying and go back to the suite?"
Candice considered the stack of heavy tomes she'd checked out. She considered the magical aptitude exam, which was now only three weeks away.
She considered the heat building between her legs.
"The exam can wait," she said.
Kendra's grin was bright enough to power the entire university.
---
The strap-on was slick and gleamed darkly, dripping with Candice's spit. She had watched Kendra prepare it, the leather harness sitting low on her hips, the thick dildo curving up and back, designed to hit every pleasure point. Candice's mouth watered. She was no longer the one begging. She was in control.
Kendra was tied to the bed, her hands bound above her head with red silk ropes, her legs spread lasciviously, her massive tits glistening with oil and saliva. The way she was sweating made her glow under the dim candlelight. She watched Candice with huge, hungry eyes.
"Please," Kendra moaned, her chest heaving. "I need you, baby. Please, please."
Candice knelt between Kendra's spread legs, feeling the weight of the strap-on strapped to her hips. It made her feel powerful. It made her feel like she could do anything.
"I love when you beg," Candice said, her voice low and husky.
"I know, you bitch," Kendra laughed through her desperation. "That's why you made me tied up."
"Because you're mine," Candice said, stroking the tip of the dildo along Kendra's slick slit.
"I know. I'm yours. I'm yours, all of me."
Candice positioned the tip at Kendra's entrance and pushed. Kendra gasped, her back arching, her head thrown back against the pillows as Candice sank into her, inch by inch. Candice let her breath out slowly, the sensation almost as good for her as it was for Kendra.
The image in the mirror made her ache—Kendra bound, Kendra spread, Kendra taking Candice's cock.
"You're so tight," Candice groaned, gripping Kendra's hips.
Kendra whimpered, a string of filthy words tumbling from her lips as Candice began to fuck her in earnest. The slap of skin against skin filled the room along with Kendra's moans and Candice's grunts.
"Fuck, you feel so good!" Kendra tried to move her hips, but the ropes held her down. "Don't you dare stop."
Candice did not stop. She drove into Kendra with the frantic energy she had pent up all day, pounding her cunt with a tempo that was far from gentle. The view was devastating, the expression on Kendra's face as she got fucked hard was pure ecstasy.
"I'm going to cum," Kendra sobbed, her nails digging into the sheets.
"Not yet," Candice growled, slamming deeper, harder. "You wait until I say you can."
"You're such a cruel girl," Kendra cried, but she was smiling through the tears. "Oh, god, I love you so much."
"I love you too." Candice leaned forward, pressing her lips to Kendra's as she continued to fuck her. The kiss was messy, lust-filled, everything Candice had ever wanted. "My soulmate. My beautiful, perfect Kendra."
"Let me cum," Kendra begged against her lips. "Please, sweetheart, please."
"Okay." Candice wrapped her hand around Kendra's throat, squeezing just hard enough to make Kendra's eyes go wide. "Cum for me."
Kendra shattered. Her whole body twitched as she came, shrieking Candice's name. Candice kept fucking her through it, riding out the waves of her climax with unrelenting intensity, until Kendra was reduced to a trembling, sobbing mess.
Then it was Candice's turn. She pulled out and ripped open the straps as the dildo was attached to her body, grinding against Kendra's slick folds. She came with a guttural groan, her own body shuddering as she spilled herself across Kendra's quivering thighs.
Kendra watched the mess with a lazy, satiated smile.
The ropes came undone, and they collapsed in each other's arms. The wet spot under them was huge.
"We're going to have to sleep in the second bed," Kendra laughed weakly.
"Or we can just sleep in the wet spot," Candice said, pressing her face into Kendra's neck.
"I love you," Kendra whispered.
"I love you too." Candice pressed a kiss to Kendra's shoulder. "My soulmate."
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The next morning, Candice woke up to the sound of Kendra humming in the bathroom. She rolled over, the sheets cool against her skin. A smile spread across her face as she watched her lover, a vision of perfectly oily tan skin and tousled blonde-and-pink hair, strut out of the bathroom. Kendra wore nothing but a tiny pair of lace underwear, her huge tits on full display, swinging with every motion.
"Good morning, gorgeous," Kendra said.
"Morning." Candice reached out, patting the space beside her. "Come back to bed."
"Nope." Kendra dodged her grab, laughing. "I have a meeting with Lysandra. Business stuff."
"Lysandra can wait." Candice pouted.
"Sweetie, I can't say no to the woman who basically made me." Kendra leaned down to kiss Candice's forehead. "You stay here and sleep. You are already beyond level twenty-five, after all."
Candice's eyes snapped open wider. "Level twenty-five. I keep forgetting."
"Don't. It's a big deal." Kendra winked. "You should be the proudest girl in this whole goddamn university."
Candice lay back, letting the reality of it wash over her. Level 25. She was one of the top students at the university now. She was only five levels away from graduating, away from achieving the dream she had pined after for five years. She should have been ecstatic. She was ecstatic. Yet there was this strange, creeping unease beneath it all.
She couldn't quite put her finger on it.
She rolled over, looking at the huge mirrors that lined the walls of the suite. Her reflection stared back at her, and she felt a familiar twinge of dissatisfaction. Kendra was a goddess, tall, tanned, with a million-dollar body. Candice was just... average. Pale, scrawny, her breasts modest even before the succubus magic had started to plump her up. She looked like a shadow next to the radiant woman she loved.
She wondered what it would feel like to have Kendra's body. She buried the thought before it could grow.
Maybe tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that.