Chapter 13: Candy's life
Sunlight bled through the Crimson Lotus's crimson curtains, painting the mirrored walls in shades of blood and rose. Candy stirred beneath the silken sheets, her body aching in all the right places, her cunt still slick with Kendra's juices from the night before. She stretched languorously, every muscle protesting the exquisite abuse it had endured, and felt warmth press against her back.
Kendra's arm snaked around her waist, pulling her closer. "Morning, slut."
Candy grinned, rolling over to face her twin in sin—the face she saw in the mirror every day now. "Morning, whore."
Kendra's pink-nailed hand slid down Candy's hip, fingers dipping between her thighs. "You're already wet."
"Can you blame me?" Candy arched into the touch, her nipples hardening as Kendra's thumb found her clit. "You fucked me like you hated me last night."
"I do hate you." Kendra's grin was sharp as broken glass. "You're too pretty. It's annoying."
Candy laughed, the sound turning into a moan as Kendra pushed two fingers inside her. "Then why are you—ah—fucking me again?"
Because we're succubi, that look said, and Candy felt the truth of it in her bones. Because this was what they were now. What they needed. What they'd become.
Kendra's fingers curled, finding that spot inside Candy that made her see stars. "No reason. Just felt like it."
They fucked slow that morning, unhurried and lazy in the way that only lovers who'd already exhausted their desperation could. Kendra rolled on top of her, sliding her thick thigh between Candy's legs, grinding their cunts together until both of them were trembling. Her lips found Candy's neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, and Candy gasped, clawing at Kendra's back with her long purple nails.
"You feel so good," Candy breathed, the words slurred and drunk with pleasure.
Kendra's response was to work her hand between them again, this time rubbing Candy's clit in tight circles. "Come for me."
Candy obeyed. Because that was what she did now.
The orgasm rolled through her, and instead of being a solitary peak it felt like a wave that shimmered and passed into Kendra. She could feel her own pleasure mirrored back at her, both of them peaking in perfect synchrony as their Lust Mana twisted together.
"Fuck," Kendra gasped, collapsing on top of her. "That's... that's getting stronger."
Candy stroked Kendra's long blonde-and-pink hair, still panting. "I felt it too. It's like I could feel your orgasm. And mine. At the same time."
Kendra propped herself up, her tits swaying temptingly. "That's the bond, babe. We're becoming something more than just fuck buddies. Best friends become lovers become one single, horny entity."
"I thought we already were one single, horny entity." Candy poked Kendra's breast with her fingertip, making her jerk. "Or was that just last night?"
"That was just last night. This is forever."
The weight of that word settled between them, comforting in a way Candy never expected. She'd spent five years alone, friendless, watching Kendra transform into something she envied before she understood the cost. Now, she had everything. Power. Beauty. Love.
She'd have to build forever out of stolen pleasure, but she'd make it work.
After their second round, which involved Kendra eating Candy's pussy until she couldn't think anymore, they finally dragged themselves out of bed. The Crimson Lotus was a mess of clothing, sex toys, and crimson silk sheets strewn everywhere—a monument to their twin rebirths.
Kendra pulled open her closet, revealing an obscene collection of outfits. "Okay. Today's important. First day of Candy's new life. What are you wearing?"
Candy padded over, running her fingers across the fabric. Her fingernails caught on lace, drawing it out. "Something that makes a statement."
Kendra pulled out a tiny black dress that was more suggestion than garment. "This one? Shows off your tits beautifully."
"Too modest. I want something that screams, 'I'm a succubus and I'll drain your soul'."
Kendra laughed, tossing the dress aside. "Give me a second. I think I have something that screams that."
She dug through the chaos, emerging triumphant with a white crop top that barely covered Candy's nipples, a pair of impossibly short shorts that would expose the bottom curve of her ass cheeks, and thigh-high stockings with lace tops. It was the kind of outfit designed to get men in trouble.
"Perfect," Candy breathed, taking the clothes.
She dressed slowly, savoring the way the fabric clung to her curves and showed off every inch of her hypersexual body. Her long black hair with purple streaks cascaded down her back. When she flexed her impressive cleavage in the mirror, even she couldn't stop staring.
"Goddamn," Kendra whistled from behind her. "I make a good succubus."
"I'm going to be late," Candy said, glancing at the clock on the wall.
"You're a succubus now, babe. You're never late. You're fashionably delayed."
Candy laughed, kissing Kendra's cheek. "I mean it. I need to get to my first class."
Her walk to the university was agonizing. The vibrators pulsed inside her with every step, making her thighs clench together and her breath catch in her throat. She stumbled through the archway leading to the main campus, past the students who gave her wide-eyed stares.
She looked different now. Of course they stared.
Her new outfit barely covered anything. The crop top ended just below her breasts, exposing her entire midriff. The shorts were so short they might as well have been underwear, with her voluptuous ass cheeks peeking out from under the hem. And the thigh-high stockings, complete with garter belts, drew attention to her long, smooth legs.
There was no way anyone would recognize her. No one knew the pale, skinny Candice Dixon, the girl who'd drowned in her own insecurities. This bronzed, voluptuous sex demon was a stranger to them all.
It was intoxicating.
She found her classroom—one of the advanced arithmancy courses she could now handle thanks to her magic—and took a seat in the back. The professor, a thin man in his fifties with glasses pushed up on his nose, froze mid-lecture as he caught sight of her.
"M-Miss...?"
"Candy," she purred. "Just Candy. I'm new here."
"I see." The professor licked his lips, and Candy could practically feel his desire. It was a weapon she was learning to wield. "Well, Miss... Candy. Welcome. I hope you'll find the material challenging."
He hadn't recognized her either. She was a blank slate, a nobody, a girl with no history.
She smiled sweetly, wrapping her fingers around the remote in her pocket. She pressed the button, feeling the vibrator in her cunt hum to life, buzzing against her sensitive walls. It hadn't been set high—just enough to make her want more.
"I'm sure I will, Professor."
The lecture was an exercise in barely concealed moans. Candy couldn't focus on the equations—all she could think about was the toy inside her, buzzing insistently, driving her slowly insane.
Later, in a dimly lit storage cupboard, she found a professor—a young adjunct in his thirties—and made him give her extra credit for the makeup coursework she'd missed.
"Extra credit?" he'd asked, confused.
"This is extra credit," she said, unzipping his pants.
When she'd thoroughly drained him, she pulled him into the light, letting him look at her properly. "Do you know who I am?"
He looked her up and down. "I'm... not sure. You said your name was Candy?"
"I'm the new succubus on campus," she purred, licking his spent cock clean. "Remember this when you're grading my work."
By the time she reached Adrian's office, she was practically vibrating with unspent energy. Her thigh muscles were trembling. Her cunt was soaked through her underwear. But she still had a purpose to serve.
The Dean's meeting was in full swing. Nearly a dozen professors sat around the massive conference table, discussing the upcoming semester's plans. Candy paused in the doorway, letting her presence wash over the room like a wave of pure filth.
Every head turned.
Adrian, at the head of the table, gave her a slow, predatory smile. "Ah, Candy. Right on time. We were just discussing departmental budgets. Care to join us?"
She sauntered into the room, making no effort to hide the sway of her hips. The professors stared at her, seemingly too stunned to speak.
"Gentlemen," Adrian said, gesturing to Candy. "This is my new assistant. She'll be overseeing... extracurricular activities."
Candy moved forward, putting her hands on the back of Adrian's chair. "Hello, Daddy," she whispered, loud enough for the professors to hear.
Adrian's emerald eyes glittered with amusement. "The budget for the arcane studies department—"
Candy interrupted him by sliding onto his lap, straddling his thighs, pressing her massive breasts against his chest. The entire assembled staff fell silent as she reached down and unzipped his trousers. The sound was obscenely loud in the quiet room.
"This," Adrian murmured, staring at Candy's cleavage while she freed his already-hard cock, "is what we call a budget meeting."
Candy sank to her knees beneath the table, drawing her tongue up his shaft with deliberate slowness. She heard more than one gasp from the professors—the sounds of scandalized whispers. But Adrian simply leaned back in his chair, fingers threading through her purple-streaked hair.
"As I was saying," he continued calmly, as if he weren't getting a blowjob under the conference table, "the arcane studies budget has been increased by twenty percent."
Candy took him deep, his cock hitting the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, tears pricking at her eyes, but she pushed through, taking him deeper still. The vibrations in her cunt and ass went high, a cocktail of pure electric desire making her limbs weak.
"That's a good girl," Adrian purred, his hips rocking gently into her mouth. "Say thank you to the Dean's generosity."
She moaned around him in response.
Some of the professors were blushing. Some looked scandalized. A few—the ones Candy planned to visit later—had expressions of barely concealed hunger. She pulled back, licking her lips, letting all of them see the strand of spit connecting her mouth to his shaft.
"Thank you," she said in a sticky, low voice, "for your generous contribution to our budget."
Adrian laughed—a full-throated, dark laugh. "We're going to need a bigger meeting room."
By the time the professors filed out, most of them had erections straining against their trousers. Candy had made sure to catch each one's eye, promising a future meeting she'd make them all remember.
Afterward, Adrian hauled her onto the conference table, spreading her thighs. He entered her with one brutal thrust, not giving her time to adjust, and Candy's scream echoed off the walls.
"You're mine," he growled, pounding into her. "Mine to use. Mine to throw away. Mine to rebuild better than before."
"Yes!" Candy arched her back, her vibrator buzzing inside her as he filled her. "I'm yours, Daddy!"
"Fucking right you are. My whore. Kendra's sister. Lysandra's pet project." His thrusts were punishing, leaving no room for thought. "And you love it, don't you?"
"Yes—love—fuck—love it—"
When he came, she felt something new flutter through her magical core—a deeper bond, cementing her pact. This was beyond mere sex.
This was a contract signed in cum.
That night, the Crimson Lotus glowed like a jewel box, and Candy was the finest gem inside.
"I think our reputation's growing," Kendra said, grinning at the queue of students forming outside their door. Word had spread through campus about the twin succubi offering their services together. The line stretched down the hallway and around the corner.
"I think you're right." Candy licked her lips, tasting the lingering traces of Adrian's spunk. "How do you want to do this?"
Kendra's grin was wicked. "Two at a time. Or more. This is the Crimson Lotus, love. Nothing is off-limits."
The first student burst in, flushed and stammering. The second was bolder. By the third, Candy was up on her hands and knees, Kendra's tongue buried in her cunt, taking a thick cock down her throat from a man called Marcus.
"The package deal," Marcus groaned. "Goddess, that's a fantasy come true."
"Wait until you try the upgrade," Kendra purred, pulling her tongue out of Candy's pussy to say it, before diving back in.
They worked as a unit. Kendra's tits smashed into Candy's face while she bounced on some stranger's lap. Candy's long purple nails scraped down backs while she ate out some other sweet girl. Together they took three men, four women, and a trans student who screamed when she came harder than anyone else combined.
After hours, Candy finally collapsed on the velvet couch, panting, spent, and more alive than she'd ever been. Her thighs were sticky. Her hair was a mess. Both her toys were still buzzing, and she didn't even care anymore.
"Best night ever?" Kendra asked, stumbling over and flopping beside her, cheek pressing into Candy's tits.
"Best night ever." Candy wrapped her arms around her twin succubus, feeling the bond between them thrumming with pleasure and contentment. "I like being bad."
"Good. Because we're just getting started, babe."
Candy closed her eyes, feeling the cum drip from her cunt, leaving a slick, sticky trail on the velvet. Exhaustion rolled over her, but satisfaction ran deeper. No more Candice. No more failures. No more being bound by rules that were meant to cage beasts.
She was a succubus. A whore of the highest order. Adrian's little slut, Kendra's sister in sin, the most dangerous woman in Mage University.
And tomorrow, she'd do it all over again.