Chapter 8: Slut
The first light of morning bled through the heavy velvet curtains, painting the bedroom in shades of amber and rose. Candice surfaced from sleep slowly, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and the lingering scent of jasmine and sex. Kendra was already awake, propped on one elbow, watching her with those pale, knowing eyes. A lazy smile curved her massive lips.
"Mornin', sleepyhead," Kendra purred, her voice still husky from the night's work. "You slept hard. Must've been all those cocks you swallowed."
Candice felt a flush of heat spread through her body, a mixture of shame and what she was learning was an utterly addictive hunger. The previous night flashed through her mind—the endless parade through the gloryhole, the bitter-sweet taste coating her tongue, the way her lips had tingled and her cunt had throbbed with each swallow. She had lost count after the twentieth man. Maybe the thirtieth.
"Don't tease me," Candice mumbled, but there was no bite to it. She already wanted more.
Kendra chuckled, a low, dirty sound. "I'm not teasing. I'm rewarding." She slid down the bed, her naked body moving with serpentine grace, her massive tits brushing against the sheets. She settled between Candice's thighs, spreading them with practiced ease.
"Kendra—" Candice started, but the words died in her throat as Kendra's mouth descended.
The first lick was slow, deliberate. Kendra dragged her tongue through Candice's slick folds, savoring her taste, and Candice's hips bucked instinctively. Electric delight shot through her body, arching her spine off the mattress. The morning ritual had become a necessity, as important as breakfast or breathing.
"Fuck," Candice gasped, her hands flying down to tangle in Kendra's long blonde-and-pink hair. "Yes."
Kendra worked her cunt with a rapacious hunger, her own arousal spiking at the taste of her lover. She sucked Candice's clit into her mouth, flicking it with her tongue, and Candice felt the familiar sensation building—that desperate, swelling pressure that would soon explode into orgasm.
"Please," Candice begged, her voice cracking. "Please, Kendra, I need it."
Kendra hummed against her, the vibration sending shockwaves through Candice's core. She pushed two fingers into Candice's sopping cunt, curling them upward, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind Candice's eyes.
"Come for me, Candy," Kendra murmured, her lips brushing Candice's clit. "Show me how much my slut needs me."
The word "slut" sent a jolt of pure pleasure through Candice's body. She cried out, a guttural, primal sound, as her orgasm crashed over her. Her cunt clenched around Kendra's fingers, and her body shuddered through wave after wave of searing pleasure. Kendra lapped at her relentlessly, drawing out every last pulse, until Candice finally collapsed, panting and trembling.
Kendra crawled up her body, pressing a kiss to Candice's swollen lips. Candice tasted herself on Kendra's tongue, and the flavor ignited a new spark of hunger.
"Ready for class?" Kendra asked, her eyes glinting with mischief.
Candice laughed, a breathless, wrecked sound. "Do you even know what class I have?"
"I know I have you."
The warmth that flooded Candice's chest was not just from the remnants of her orgasm. Kendra made her feel safe, cherished, and utterly devoured. It was terrifying and wonderful.
They dressed together in Kendra's suite—Candice in her simple, worn university robes, Kendra in a skimpy halter top and micro skirt that barely covered her massive ass. It was a contrast that Candice was learning to embrace rather than resent.
The walk to Mage University was short, the morning air crisp and clean. Candice felt a bounce in her step that hadn't been there in years. Her magic had been flickering with renewed strength—Magic Level 12 now, a far cry from the Level 5 that had defined her for so long.
"S'up, Kendra," a male student greeted them as they walked across the quad. His eyes raked over Kendra's body with obvious hunger.
Kendra winked at him. "Hey, handsome. See you around."
The student practically tripped over his own feet. Candice rolled her eyes, but she couldn't suppress a smile.
"Show-off," she muttered.
Kendra draped an arm over her shoulders, pulling her close. "Jealous? You'll be even more gorgeous than me once you transform. Trust me, Candy, I know what I'm doing."
Candice wanted to believe her. It was easier now that her magic was growing.
But the crowning moment came in the middle of the day, after their Theoretical Magical Practices lecture. Kendra grabbed Candice's hand and pulled her down an unfamiliar corridor, past a broken door into an abandoned classroom. Dusty desks and cobwebbed windows. The far corner was partially hidden by a fallen bookshelf.
"What are we—" Candice began, but Kendra had already dropped to her knees.
"Shh," Kendra hushed, already unbuckling Candice's trousers. "We've got fifteen minutes. I'm going to make you come so hard you'll be walking funny for the rest of the day."
"But someone could see—"
Kendra pulled Candice's trousers down, exposing her bare cunt. "That's the point, baby." She buried her face between Candice's thighs, licking a broad, wet stripe from Candice's ass to her clit.
Candice groaned, slapping a hand over her mouth to stifle the sound. Kendra worked her with savage dedication, dipping her tongue into Candice's hole, then sliding it up to flick her clit. Candice's legs trembled, and she had to brace herself against a dusty desk.
The forbidden nature of it—the risk of discovery, the grimy classroom, the sheer filthiness—made every sensation ten times more intense. Candice could feel the tip of Kendra's tongue inside her, the suction on her clit, and she was close already from minutes of contact.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Candice gasped against her fingers. "I can't believe—"
Kendra pulled her mouth away just long enough to say, "Believe it, baby. Now shut up and let me eat you out." Then her tongue returned, thrusting into Candice's cunt with a ferocity that stole the breath from her lungs.
Candice came with a muffled scream, her body bowing backward as her orgasm ripped through her. She felt the slick evidence of her pleasure running down her thighs, felt her muscles clench and release in waves. She collapsed against the desk, breathing ragged.
Kendra stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She pulled a small vial from her pocket—clear liquid with a faint pink shimmer—and uncorked it.
"Drink," she said, pressing it to Candice's lips. "It's a Lust Potion. Helps with your mana recovery."
Candice swallowed, and warmth flooded her body, making her feel lighter, more alive, her magic singing in her veins.
The rest of the day passed in a haze of lectures and stolen glances. And when night fell, Candice found herself back at the Crimson Lotus, her heart pounding with anticipation as she made her way to the gloryhole.
"You ready for tonight?" Kendra asked, leading her into the antechamber. "It's a weekend. More men. More cocks."
Candice's mouth watered. "Yes."
Tonight, the gloryhole was busier than ever. Candice lost herself in the rhythm of it—the slide of a thick cock between her lips, the bitter-sweet gush of cum on her tongue, the hum of pleasure that built with every swallow.
But tonight was different.
The hole in the wall wasn't just for mouths. There was a second, wider opening at knee height, with a soft padded seat built into the wall behind it. Kendra had explained it to her with a wicked grin.
"You want more power, baby? You need to take them inside you. Let their cum fill your cunt, let their lust become your mana."
Candice had hesitated at first. She had never let a man inside her before. But the thought of that sweet liquid pouring into her depths, thick and warm, was enough to override her fear.
She straddled the padded seat, positioning her slick cunt against the opening in the wall. Her heart was racing, her breath coming in short gasps.
"I'll be right here," Kendra murmured, stroking her hair. "You're safe, Candy. Just let them use you."
Candice bit her lip as the first cock pushed through the hole. It was thick, veined, and covered in a sheen of pre-cum. She closed her eyes, reached out, and wrapped her fingers around it, guiding it to her entrance.
When the head pushed inside her, she gasped. It had been so long—maybe ever—that she had felt something so thick stretching her. But it was perfect. The sensation of being filled, of being stretched to accommodate his girth, sent a bolt of pure pleasure through her core.
The man on the other side didn't need any instruction. He began to fuck her through the hole, his hips slamming against the wood, his cock pistoning in and out of her wet cunt. Candice moaned, her head falling back, her fingers digging into the padding of the seat.
This was better than the oral. The fullness, the friction, the feeling of being utterly claimed and used. It was nothing like the clumsy, brief encounters she'd had in the past—those had been duty, obligation. This was raw, primal hunger.
More men came after him. One after another, their cocks sliding inside her, their cum flooding her womb. Candice rode each one, her body wrenching with orgasm after orgasm. She lost count after the fifth. Perhaps the tenth. The pleasure blurred into a singular, unending wave.
She was just a hole, a receptacle, a vessel for their lust. And she reveled in it.
By the time the last man had pulled out, his cum dripping from her slicked thighs, Candice was barely coherent. She lay sprawled on the padded seat, her body trembling, her cunt gaping and used, her mind floating in a haze of pure bliss.
Kendra knelt beside her, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "How do you feel, baby?"
"Like I want more," Candice whispered, her voice hoarse.
Kendra laughed, a proud, delighted sound. "That's my girl."
And when Candice checked her magical status the next morning, she found that she had reached Magic Level 30.
The news hit her like a thunderbolt. She stared at the shimmering numbers in the mirror, her reflection still that of a gaunt, pale-eyed girl with short black hair and a perpetually worried expression. But inside, she felt different. Powerful. Hungry.
Kendra wrapped her arms around her from behind, pressing a kiss to her neck. "Congratulations, Candy. The hardest part is over. Tomorrow, we go see Lysandra about your transformation."
Candice turned in Kendra's arms, her pale blue eyes meeting hers. "I know what I want to look like. I want... I want to be like you. But my own version."
"Tell me, baby," Kendra murmured, stroking her hair. "What do you see when you look in the mirror and imagine yourself?"
Candice closed her eyes, letting the image form. "Long hair. Black, but with purple streaks. Big tits as huge as yours. An ass that is fat as yours. Full lips designed for sucking cocks, like yours. My skin... I want to be tan. I want the nails of a whore, super long impractical acrylic nails painted a glossy, wicked purple. . the kind of nails you'd see on a woman who never had to do real work, who spent her time draped in silk and spreading her legs for whoever paid the price."
Kendra's smile was radiant. "Tell that to Lysandra. She'll take care of the rest."
Candice's heart raced with a mixture of fear and anticipation. She was about to become a monster. A slut. A succubus.
But in her mind's eye, the image of her future self was not monstrous at all. It was beautiful, powerful, and utterly free.
And she wanted it with a desperate, burning hunger.
The transformation would come tomorrow. But tonight, she had another purpose—to worship at Kendra's temple, to show her gratitude for guiding her this far.
She dropped to her knees before Kendra, looking up at her with reverent eyes.
Candice's hands found Kendra's thighs, spreading them slowly, reverently. Kendra's cunt was already slick and swollen, a testament to how long she had been waiting for this. Candice leaned in, inhaling that heady scent—jasmine and sex and pure, raw woman.
She dragged her tongue through Kendra's folds, savoring her taste. It was different from the men—richer, deeper, more complex. Candice was learning that every lover had a distinct flavor, and Kendra's was divine.
"God, Candy," Kendra gasped, her hips bucking. "Your tongue is a gift."
Candice wanted to be a gift. She wanted to be an instrument of pure pleasure, the dirty secret that Kendra kept close. She worked her tongue harder, shoving it deep inside Kendra's cunt, then pulling it out to flick at her clit.
Kendra tasted like heaven, and Candice was starving. She drank her in, lap after lap, no longer content to serve. Now she was fucking Kendra with her mouth, her fingers pressing into Kendra's ass as she worked.
"Fuck, Candy, I love your mouth," Kendra purred, cupping her own tits, squeezing her nipples tight as she watched Candice work. "You've gotten so good at that. I'm so proud of you, baby. So fucking proud."
Candice pulled back just enough to speak. "I want to be your little slut forever," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "I want every man's cum in my mouth. I want to be your perfect little slut."
Kendra shuddered, and Candice dove back in. She sucked and licked and whimpered, tasting Kendra's arousal, drinking until her jaw ached. And when Kendra finally came, crying out and pouring her pleasure into Candice's mouth, Candice swallowed every last drop like a woman starved.
She looked up at Kendra, cum slick on her lips, eyes glazed with worship.
"More," she whispered.
Kendra pulled her up, kissing the last of her essence from Candice's lips. "Tomorrow, my love. You transform tomorrow. Then you'll be strong enough to devour the whole world."
Candice nuzzled into Kendra's neck, her body humming with the power she had gained.
Tomorrow, she would become something new. Something beautiful. Something powerful.
Tomorrow, she would become the succubus she was always meant to be.