Chapter 12: Succubus
The taste of Kendra's cunt lingered on Candice's tongue, rich and heady, like honey spiced with something forbidden. She licked her plump lips, savoring the remnants, watching Kendra sprawl across the velvet comforter with a satisfied smirk. Their similar faces glowed in the neon light, two succubus sisters drenched in their shared debauchery.
"Now," Kendra said, pushing herself up on her elbows, her massive tits swaying with the motion, "there's one more thing you need to do."
Candice raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. Her new body still felt foreign, magnificent and obscene in equal measure; every movement sent ripples through her newly massive curves, a constant reminder of what she'd become. "More? Kendra, I think I've had enough celebration for one night."
Kendra laughed, the sound low and knowing. "Not that kind of more, you insatiable slut. You need to thank the Dean."
Candice's stomach flipped. Adrian Aldridge. The man who had delivered her ultimatum with such cold precision, the same predatory smile playing on his lips as he'd explained her options. She'd hated him, she thought. Hated him for forcing her into this position, for making her choose between her pride and her future.
But now?
Now she felt something else entirely. Gratitude, perhaps. A dark, possessive thrill at the thought of showing him exactly what his manipulation had wrought.
"What exactly do I need to thank him for?" Candice asked, though she already knew.
"For everything." Kendra rose from the bed, her naked body moving with liquid grace. She walked to the vanity, picking up her phone from where it rested among scattered makeup and discarded thongs. "He's the reason we're together like this, Candy. He made the deal with Lysandra. He pushed you when you needed pushing. And he's going to be the one who makes sure you graduate with a power level most professors can only dream of."
Kendra typed something, her pink acrylics clicking against the screen. "I just texted him. He's in his office right now. Waiting."
"Waiting for what?"
"For you." Kendra's eyes gleamed. "Go to him. Show him what you've become. And thank him properly."
Candice's heart pounded as she gathered her clothes, but she barely bothered to put them on. The thin dress she'd worn to Lysandra's felt like nothing against her new skin, the fabric doing little to hide her obscene curves.
"Should I be nervous?" she asked, her voice small in a way that seemed impossible coming from her new lips.
Kendra crossed to her, taking Candice's recent face in her hands, staring into those pale blue eyes that floated in her twin's features. "You were nervous the first time you sucked a cock too. But look at you now. You're a succubus, girl. You want this. You need to feed. And what better way to show your thanks than giving Daddy Aldridge the best goddamn blowjob he's ever had?"
The words sent a jolt of heat straight to Candice's cunt. She was still sensitive from the transformation, still buzzing from Kendra's ministrations, and the idea of wrapping her new, plush lips around the Dean's cock...
"Okay," she breathed. "I'll go."
Kendra kissed her forehead, a gesture so tender it made Candice's newly transformed heart ache. "That's my girl. My sister. My perfect little succubus."
The walk to the Dean's office was a gauntlet.
Candice had never been this exposed on campus before; she'd always worn baggy clothes, deliberately hiding a body she'd been ashamed of, blending into the crowded hallways of Mage University like a gray ghost. But now, her dress hugged every exaggerated curve. Her massive tits strained against the fabric, her ass wobbling with each step, her bare legs gleaming under the dim corridor lights.
Students stared. She felt their eyes on her, felt their lust radiating in waves, and something dark and hungry purred deep in her newly awakened core.
Yes, she thought. Look at me. Want me. I'm everything you could never have.
She'd always been invisible, the weakest mage in her cohort, someone who would have been used and discarded without a second thought. But now, with the succubus mana flowing through her veins, she could feel their desire like a tangible thing. It fed her. Sustained her. Made her stride with a confidence she'd never known.
The Dean's office was at the end of the west corridor, a massive oak door that seemed to swallow all the light around it. Candice paused, her new hand hovering over the ornate handle. Her reflection stared back at her from the polished wood—her raven hair streaked with purple, her thick lips painted red, the face that was almost a perfect copy of Kendra's.
No more Candice Dixon. Not really. Just a name, a shell, a person she'd been forced to abandon. But the woman who stood here now, trembling with anticipation? She was something else entirely.
She knocked.
"Enter."
His voice was deep, commanding, with a cold edge that made her shiver. Candice pushed open the door and stepped into the Dean's office.
The room was exactly as she remembered it from her disciplinary meetings—the one's where she'd been told she was failing, where he'd delivered her ultimatum with such devastating finality. Massive bookshelves lined the walls, filled with ancient tomes of forbidden knowledge. A huge mahogany desk dominated the center of the room, and behind it sat Adrian Aldridge, silver-haired, bearded, with sharp emerald eyes that seemed to take in everything at once.
For a moment, he didn't even look up. He was signing something, his long fingers moving with practiced efficiency across what looked like a transfer document. Candice was not surprised; she stood there, shifting her weight, making the fabric of her dress rustle seductively.
"Miss Dixon," he said finally, not looking up. "I wasn't expecting you tonight. I trust your... session with Kendra went well—great goddess above."
He looked up.
His eyes snapped wide, his pen froze in mid-stroke, and for one unguarded moment, the Dean of Mage University looked utterly stunned. His gaze swept over her form—the massive tits straining against her dress, the improbably narrow waist, the hips flaring wide beneath it, that ass so round and plump it looked cocoon-worthy—then finally settled on her face.
Her face, which was now almost a perfect copy of Kendra's.
"Miss... Dixon?" His voice cracked slightly, and he cleared his throat, recomposing himself with visible effort. "Forgive me, but you look... that is, I didn't anticipate... the transformation appears to have been more extensive than I expected."
A sly, pleased smile spread across her plush lips; it felt good to surprise him. "Kendra pumped a lot of mana into me, Dean Aldridge." Candice stepped forward, her hips swaying with each movement, the dress riding up her thighs. "I guess I just had a lot of potential." She noticed how he swallowed, how his gaze kept flicking down to her chest.
Adrian leaned back in his chair, his expression settling into something more familiar—that predatory smile she remembered.
"Potential," he repeated, tasting the word. "Yes, I believe you've finally unlocked it." He gestured to the chair across from his desk. "Sit. We need to discuss your future."
Candice moved toward the chair, then paused. Instead of sitting primly, she draped herself across it, spreading her thighs just enough for the dress to ride up and expose the bare skin of her upper legs. She felt powerful, watching his eyes track every inch of her movement.
"I'm listening," she purred, her voice softer, more sultry than it had been an hour ago. Her magic was already beginning to hunger; she could feel the need building in her core, a constant companion.
Adrian smiled, sharp and satisfied, though he looked from her to the papers, then back. "First, let me congratulate you properly." He rose from his chair, moving around the desk to lean against its edge, directly in front of her. "Five years, Miss Dixon. Five years of being the weakest student in your cohort, the butt of every joke, the failure that professors whispered about in the staff room. And now, you've become one of the most powerful beings in this university."
He paused, letting her feel it. "How does that feel?"
Candice's lips curled. "Like I should have done this years ago."
"Mmm." Adrian tilted his head, studying her face with an almost clinical interest. "Your transformation is remarkable. Kendra's beauty, but with your own... flavor, shall I say?" He reached out, tracing a finger along her jawline, turning her face to the light. "Those purple streaks in your hair are a nice touch. Distinguishes you from your sister."
"Sister," Candice echoed. "That's what Kendra called me."
"And that's what you'll need to be. To everyone else, I mean." Adrian withdrew his hand, his expression growing serious. "Candice Dixon was a failure. A weak, talentless mage who couldn't reach Level 30 no matter how hard she tried. Do you think anyone will believe that woman suddenly became a sexually empowered succubus mage?"
Candice's brow furrowed. "I don't understand."
"You need a new identity." Adrian's voice was cool, deliberate. "The way you look now, with that face, that body, that aura of pure carnal power... you're not Candice Dixon anymore." His eyes glittered. "You're someone new. Someone who has no history at this university, no reputation to live down. Just a mysterious new student who arrived with the Dean's personal blessing."
The weight of his words settled on Candice's shoulders. Candice Dixon had been nothing, a failure, a name that professors said with pity in their eyes.
"I'll enroll you under a new record," he said crisply. "A student named Candy. No last name required—these things can be kept discreet with the right bribes. A transfer from a distant kingdom, perhaps. No one will question it, not with my seal on your documentation."
Something clicked into place in Candice's mind. Candy. Short, simple, a little dirty. It fit the woman in the mirror better than Candice ever had.
"Candy," she repeated, tasting it on her tongue. "I like it."
Adrian nodded with satisfaction. "I knew you would. But that's just the beginning." He crossed his arms, leaning back against the desk, a position that made the line of his trousers noticeable; he had shifted his weight slightly, adjusting something. "As you know, I gave Kendra her position as my personal whore. That’s how she has access to rooms like the Crimson Lotus, and the freedom to practice her forbidden magic without interference from the board."
"I remember. She told me," Candice said slowly. "You protect her. Give her a space to indulge her desires. And in exchange—"
"In exchange, she makes herself available to me whenever I require. And now"—his eyes slid down her body with undisguised hunger—"I'll require it of you too."
Candice's breath caught. But it wasn't from fear or disgust. It was from raw, electric anticipation.
"You want me to be your whore?" she asked, savoring the word. "Like Kendra?"
"I want you to be my personal whore," Adrian corrected, his voice low and possessive. "Alongside Kendra. You'll share her duties, her privileges, her freedom. In exchange for your service, you'll receive intensive tutoring sessions that will push you far beyond Level 30." He paused, letting the offer hang in the air. "By the time I'm done with you, Candy, you'll be one of the most powerful mages this university has ever produced."
Promise, web of pleasure, power—everything she'd been denied for five relentless years. All she had to do was become his.
"And what makes you think I'm willing?"
Adrian smiled at that, dark and knowing. "Because you're already feeling it, aren't you? The hunger. The need. Succubus magic requires constant feeding, Candy. You can't orgasm alone, which means you'll need partners, and there's only so many secrets you can keep before someone notices." He spread his hands. "I'm offering you protection and opportunity. I'm offering you a chance to be everything you've ever wanted. And all I ask in return is your body, your obedience, and your trust."
Candice's mind raced. She had expected to plead, to perform, to be used; the offer being draped in ritual and nobility made it somehow worse, made her feel like a willing sacrifice, and she was burning to say yes.
Her eyes dropped to his crotch, to the visible bulge straining against his trousers.
"Show me what I'd be getting," she said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Before I make my decision."
Adrian's smile widened, pleased. "I thought you'd never ask."
He unzipped his trousers with practiced ease, and Candice's breath caught at what sprang free. He was massive—thick and long, already fully erect, jutting from a neatly trimmed nest of silver hair. The head was a deep, angry red, glistening with a bead of pre-cum that seemed to pulse with its own heat, and Candice's mouth watered just looking at it.
She'd sucked a lot of cocks in the past few weeks. The gloryhole had seen to that. But this was different. This was the Dean's cock, the cock that held her entire future in its tip, and something about that knowledge made her cunt clench with desperate need.
"Go on," Adrian murmured, stroking himself lazily. "Show me why I should invest in you, Candy. Prove that you're worth the trouble."
Candice slid off the chair, sinking to her knees on the plush carpet. The position felt natural, as if her body had been designed to kneel before this man and service his every need. She reached forward, wrapping her new fingers—with their long, whorish pink nails—around his shaft, and felt him twitch in her grip.
"Oh, fuck," she breathed, nuzzling against the length of him. "You feel amazing."
"You have no idea," Adrian purred. "But you're about to find out... Not yet. You're going to earn this."
Candice's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Adrian tilted his head, his sharp green eyes studying her reaction for any signs of hesitation, but he found none; Candice was completely absorbed by the pulsing hardness in her hands.
"I mean that this is a transaction, my dear." He was so calm, so utterly in control. "You've already accepted."
"I— yes, I accept. I want this. I want to be your personal whore."
Adrian’s emerald eyes blazed with triumphant, malicious glee. He reached down, his hand trapping hers against his length. For a moment, there was only the crackling heat of their intertwined desires.
"Excellent. Then finalize it—finish me the old-fashioned way."
Candice swallowed hard, anticipation thrumming through her gut. She licked her lips, the tip of her new pink tongue teasing the sensitive crown of his cock. She tasted salt, and that was all the invitation she needed. She opened her mouth wide and took him to the base in one smooth motion.
"Goddess—you're good at that," Adrian groaned, his head falling back. "Kendra must have trained you well."
Candice hummed in response, the vibration making him shudder. She worked her way up and down, her tongue swirling around him with practiced skill, her mind fragmented by the act.
Candice pulled back with a wet pop. "What do you mean, expelled?" Her voice was breathy, tinged with confusion and something else—a growing excitement she didn't quite understand.
Adrian's smile was cold and calculating. "Exactly what I said." He pulled a folded document from the inner pocket of his jacket, holding it up so she could see. "This is your official expulsion order, effective immediately. Reason: practicing forbidden magic of a demonic nature. Signed and sealed by yours truly."
"But— you can't— you just offered me—"
"I offered you a new identity." The order he held was a death blow, delivered with a wink. "Candice Dixon, the failure, is no more. She's gone, expelled, and no university in the realm will ever accept her. But Candy?" He folded the document and tucked it away. "Candy has no record. Candy is a fresh start, a new student enrolled just this morning under my personal authority."
Slowly, it began to dawn on Candice. The expulsion wasn't punishment. It was freedom.
"No more Candice Dixon," she whispered, tasting the words. "No more holding me back. No more being the weakest student, the one they all whispered about. That girl is truly gone now."
"Gone and buried," Adrian confirmed. "The only person who remains is Candy. And Candy is going to be extraordinary." He reached down, gripping her hair, guiding her mouth back to his cock. "Now, show me just how grateful you are for your fresh start."
Candice's lips parted and she dove back in, a hunger more ferocious than satisfaction driving her to deep-throat. He was expelling her, ruining her academic career, destroying the last vestiges of her old life. And it felt incredible.
She sucked harder, deeper, her throat opening to accommodate his length. She moaned around him, a message that turned obscene, a wild sound made of joy, and it made his hips buck forward, one hand fisting in her purple-streaked mane, holding her close as he began to thrust into her throat in earnest.
"Fuck," he growled, the word a ragged punctuation to each stroke. "You were born for this, Candy. Suck me dry and you'll never have to fear anything again."
Tears streamed down Candice's cheeks, but she was smiling. The crushing weight of five years of failure lifted and was replaced by pure, intoxicating pleasure. No more studying until her eyes burned. No more humiliating practical exams. No more being Candice Dixon, the girl who couldn't do anything right.
She was Candy. Succubus. Whore. And she was going to be the most powerful magical being this university had ever seen.
Adrian's fingers tightened in her hair, and she felt his cock swell and pulse in her throat. He was close, ready to give her the one gift he couldn't take back: his cum.
But he pulled her off him, just before the point of no return, leaving her gasping, lips swollen, a thin strand of spit connecting her tongue to his glistening head.
"Look at you," he breathed reverently. "So beautiful."
"Please," Candy begged, her voice raw from the abuse of his cock. "Please let me finish. I need it. I need your cum so badly."
He was patient, malicious, enjoying the power. "You'll have everything you need, my little succubus. But first, tell me who you are."
"I'm Candy."
"Who are you?"
"I'm your personal whore," she said, the words tasting like the sweetest honey. "I'm your little succubus slut. I belong to you, Daddy. All of me."
Adrian's eyes blazed with satisfaction. "Good girl. Now open wide, because Daddy's going to give you everything you've earned."
He thrust back into her mouth, and this time he held her there. Candy's throat worked around him, massaging his length as he came with a roar, flooding her throat with thick, salty cum. She swallowed every drop, her own body trembling with a phantom release, feeling the magic that followed in his seed—a warm, tingling wave that spread through her limbs, making her feel invincible.
When he finally withdrew, she sagged, catching her breath, sticky and spent and absolutely euphoric.
Adrian tucked himself back into his trousers, straightening his jacket as if nothing had happened. His demeanor was all business again.
"Welcome to Mage University, Candy. Your orientation begins tomorrow—with Kendra, in the Crimson Lotus. She'll show you the ropes." He paused at the door. "Oh, and don't worry. Your predecessor? The one they're expelling? I'll make sure her record is clean." His smile was a knife edge.
"No traces, no questions. Just the way you like it."