Chapter 3: A Succubus Mage
Kendra's hand was warm around Candice's as she led her through the winding corridors of the Crimson Lotus. The silk of Kendra's robe whispered against her skin with each step, and Candice caught herself staring at the sway of her friend's hips, the confident roll of her massive ass beneath the thin fabric. Everything about this place felt like a fever dream, too vivid, too saturated with sensation.
They stopped before a door carved with symbols Candice couldn't read, but they pulsed with a soft pink light that made her skin prickle with anticipation. Kendra didn't bother knocking. She simply pushed the door open and stepped inside, pulling Candice along with her.
Lysandra's private sanctum was different from Kendra's suite. Where Kendra's room was decadent and playful, this space was ancient, sacred, and terrifying. Candice's bare feet sank into plush crimson carpets woven with patterns that seemed to shift and writhe in the corner of her vision. The walls were draped in dark fabrics embroidered with glowing runes, dozens of candles scattered everywhere. Their flames didn't flicker. At the center of the room, a circular dais rose a few inches from the floor, carved from black obsidian. Candice's breath caught as she saw the mirror directly above it. A massive obsidian glass that reflected a distorted version of the room's interior, framing a circular focus point.
Lysandra stood beside the dais, and this time she was no longer wearing the elegant crimson gown she'd greeted Candice with in the foyer. She had changed into a garment that left nothing to the imagination. Thin straps of black leather crossed over her full breasts, barely supporting them, and a matching leather thong sat between her cheeks. Her body was impossible: heavy breasts that defied gravity and a waist so narrow Candice could have encircled it with both hands. The succubus queen's skin gleamed in the candlelight, her dark eyes finding Candice instantly, and Candice felt that predatory focus like a physical pressure between her legs.
"You've decided," Lysandra said. It wasn't a question.
Candice nodded, suddenly unable to find her voice.
Lysandra's gaze moved to Kendra, and something softer flickered across her beautiful face. "You're certain this is what you want, daughter? There is no returning from the threshold of this transformation."
"She's ready," Kendra said firmly, squeezing Candice's hand. "She wouldn't be here if she wasn't."
Lysandra moved closer, and Candice could smell her now, something rich and dark and intoxicating, like honey left to ferment in the sun. The succubus queen circled around Candice slowly, her fingers trailing across Candice's shoulders, down her spine, leaving trails of warmth wherever they passed. Candice's body responded without permission, her nipples beading, her skin rippling with goosebumps.
"The ritual is simple," Lysandra said, her voice a low purr near Candice's ear. "I will guide you, but the transformation itself must be performed by Kendra. She will kiss you and pour her Lust Mana directly into your mouth and throat, through her tongue into yours. That mana will mingle with your own essence and rebuild your very being from the inside out."
Candice swallowed. "And the pain? Kendra mentioned the pain."
"There will be pleasure." Lysandra's laugh was soft, musical. "I've refined the ritual since my precious girl went through it with me. I've had time to improve it, to make it more efficient." She paused, and her dark eyes held secrets. "There will be pleasure unlike anything you've ever felt. Your body will burn with it, drown in it. You'll think you're dying because the sensation is so overwhelming you won't be able to tell the difference between ecstasy and oblivion. But you'll survive. And when you wake, you'll be reborn."
Kendra guided Candice toward the obsidian dais, her hands gentle on Candice's waist. "Lie down, baby. Let me take care of you."
Candice's heart hammered against her ribs as she lowered herself onto the cool obsidian. The stone was impossibly smooth, worn by years of bodies, heated by something beneath the surface. She lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling, trying to convince herself this was real. Kendra climbed onto the dais beside her, kneeling at Candice's head, her robe falling open to reveal the impossible curves of her body. Lysandra moved to stand at Candice's feet, watching with eyes like banked coals.
"Close your eyes," Kendra whispered. "Trust me."
Candice closed her eyes. She felt Kendra's scent surround her, jasmine and musk and something electric. Then Kendra's lips were on hers, and Candice's world did not end.
Kendra's mouth was soft and hot and impossibly sweet. Her tongue traced along Candice's lower lip, coaxing her mouth open with patient pressure. Candice parted her lips, and Kendra slid inside, her tongue velvet-soft as it met Candice's. For a moment, it was just a kiss, tender and intimate, and Candice felt herself melt into it.
Then the energy came.
Kendra made a sound low in her throat, and Candice felt something pour down Kendra's tongue and into her mouth, a rich, tingling torrent of warmth that tasted like honey and ozone and pure, concentrated pleasure. It flooded through Candice's mouth, spilled down her throat, hot and thick. It was like swallowing liquid sunlight.
Candice gasped against Kendra's lips, but Kendra held her there, forced the stream onward, dipping her tongue deeper as she poured more of her Lust Mana into Candice. Earlier, a waft of it had hit Candice in the bar, but this was different. Now she was swallowing it. Her throat moved involuntarily, gulping down the scorching torrent, each swallow sending a shockwave of heat through her body.
Then Kendra broke the kiss, leaving Candice gasping, her lips glistening. Candice's body went rigid.
The mana inside her was rising, spreading through her veins like wildfire, and she could feel it changing, shifting, burning toward something new. A pressure had begun to build in her core, a molten heat that demanded release. Her back arched off the obsidian, her mouth falling open in a moan that she couldn't hold back. The heat surged through her chest, her stomach, settling deep in her sex with an ache that made her clench. The world dissolved into sensation: pure, scouring, overwhelming pleasure that bordered on pain.
"Oh god," Candice gasped, her hands clawing at the stone beneath her. "Fuck. Oh, fuck. Kendra. Kendra, it hurts, it feels so—"
"Let it happen." Kendra's voice seemed to come from very far away. "Don't fight it. Just surrender."
But surrendering was impossible when her body was burning from the inside out. Candice felt her mana churning in her core like something alive, felt the color changing as if she could sense it, as if her mana was shifting from that familiar cool blue to a hot, vibrant pink. The succubus mana was conquering her essence, transforming her magic at its very source, and she could feel herself thinking in ways she'd never thought before.
Something was awakening inside her.
Her body arched again, every muscle straining, as wave after wave of impossible sensation tore through her. She could feel her skin becoming more sensitive, every brush of fabric against her flesh registering as a symphony of maddening pleasure. Her nipples had become so hard they ached. She felt each individual fiber of her clothing against her flesh with excruciating clarity. It was distracting. She couldn't think past it, couldn't breathe past the aching emptiness that had taken root in her core.
"I need—" she gasped, reaching blindly for Kendra. "Please, I need—"
"Not yet, baby." Kendra caught her hands, pressing them flat against the obsidian. "Not yet. Let the transformation finish."
Candice whimpered. Actually whimpered like a wounded animal. Her thighs were slick, and she could feel the heat pooling between them, making a mess of her shorts. She was so wet she could feel it soaking through the denim. Embarrassing and helpless. Filthy. And the sheer depravity of it made her burn hotter.
The world spun. The ceiling above her dissolved into a swirl of colors, pink and gold and violet, and Candice felt something fundamental shift inside her. It was like a key turning in an ancient lock, like a door swinging open. Her mana, fully transformed, now pulsed hot and pink through her body. She could feel it humming in her veins, reaching, searching, hungering.
And then, as quickly as it had begun, the intensity faded, leaving Candice trembling on the obsidian dais.
She lay there, gasping, covered in sweat, every inch of her skin hypersensitive to the point of madness. When she opened her eyes, the world seemed sharper, more vivid, and everything she looked at pulsed with a subtle light she had never seen before. Kendra was hovering over her, watching with open concern, and Lysandra was approaching from the foot of the dais.
"How do you feel?" Kendra asked, brushing sweat-soaked strands of hair from Candice's forehead.
Candice opened her mouth to answer, then stopped. She didn't know how to put it into words. She felt different. Changed. Like her entire body had been recalibrated and set to a new, much more sensitive setting. Every breath, every movement of her chest and ribs, every small shuffle of her clothes against her arousal-slick skin triggered little spikes of pleasure that made her mind feel scattered.
"I feel..." She licked her lips, tasting something sweet and unfamiliar. "Empty."
Kendra and Lysandra exchanged a glance.
"That's normal," Lysandra said, settling onto the edge of the dais. Her dark eyes roamed over Candice's body with appraising warmth. "Your body has just undergone a complete magical and physical metamorphosis. A succubus mage's body is designed to absorb and process Lust Energy, and the transformation has recalibrated your erogenous senses to extreme sensitivity."
Every word Lysandra said seemed to sink directly into Candice's bones and echo between her legs.
"Right now," Lysandra continued, "you should be feeling a deep, gnawing hunger. Like an itch in your soul you can't scratch. A need for pleasure, for sensation. For release."
Candice swallowed hard. Yes. That was exactly it. A strange, tingling hunger deep in her core that pulsed with each heartbeat. Candice could feel her body demanding something she didn't know how to give it, an aching, hollow emptiness that made her feel like she'd die if something didn't fill her soon.
"That hunger," Lysandra said, "is your Lust Mana seeking nourishment. When you experience sexual pleasure, your mana will grow, feeding on your own emotions and those of any partner you take. But you must learn to sate it yourself before you can learn to feed. You must understand your own body and its every hidden need before you can guide others to their own release."
Kendra moved, settling closer to Candice, her hand coming to rest on Candice's thigh. The touch made Candice shudder. "You've just been transformed into a half-succubus, Candy. Welcome to the family." Kendra's voice was warm with affection. "You're a Succubus Mage."
Candice laughed shakily, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "I can't believe I actually did that. I can't believe I'm—" She couldn't finish the sentence. Couldn't bring herself to say the words. I'm a half-succubus now. A succubus mage. A magical creature of pure lust. She'd climbed out of a life of failure and weakness, and she had landed here, in a temple of pleasure, having just been reborn through a kiss.
"I'm so proud of you," Kendra said, her voice catching.
Lysandra smiled, rising gracefully from the dais. "I'll leave you two alone. The transformation has left you in an... enhanced state, and you'll need guidance as you learn to manage your new body's needs." She moved toward the door, pausing to look back at Candice. "I'll be nearby if you need me." With that, she was gone, leaving Candice alone with Kendra.
Candice lay on the obsidian, trembling. The hunger was getting worse. It had started as a tingle, a distant ache, but it was growing, becoming a raging fire that consumed every other thought. She needed to cum. She needed it so badly she could barely breathe, could barely form coherent thoughts.
When Candice turned to Kendra, her eyes wide and pleading, Kendra's smile grew knowing.
"You're horny," Kendra said matter-of-factly. "I remember that feeling. The first hour after I transformed, I was so desperate I would've let anyone touch me, anywhere, just to get some relief."
"That's..." Candice swallowed. "Is that what my majesty will demand every time now? This terrible ache?"
"Only when you're sexually deprived for extended periods. A succubus mage can't orgasm from solitary masturbation alone, but when you're first transforming or when your Lust Mana reserves run low, you'll crave carnal contact." Kendra stroked Candice's thigh, sending electric sparks through her. "You need sexual activity, baby. Just touching yourself won't be enough on its own. You need feeding, and that starts with exploring your own body to understand what pleases you, and then learning to share that with another."
"But I've never..." Candice's cheeks burned. "I mean, I've touched myself before. But I've never done it with anyone. I've never even been kissed like that before tonight."
"I know." Kendra's voice was impossibly gentle. "And that's okay. There's no shame in it. Your old self is gone, Candy. You've transmuted into a new being, a full sexual creature. She would never know how to give you what you need now. But you can learn. You can embrace it. You just have to be willing to explore your own body and let go of all your inhibitions."
Candice's breath came in short, desperate gasps. The hunger was unbearable. She couldn't think, couldn't form a coherent thought that wasn't about the throbbing, empty ache between her legs.
"I can't wait," she admitted, voice breaking. "Kendra, I can't wait. I need something. I need release so bad. Please."
"What do you want to do, Candy?" Kendra's voice was patient, gentle. "You have to say it. You have to choose."
"I want... I want to touch myself. But I need you to show me how. Guide me. Please."
Candice swallowed hard, licked her lips, and reached for the button of her shorts.
She unbuttoned them, tugged them down, and kicked them off. Her panties were soaked through, clinging transparently to her pussy, and she hesitated. Kendra's smile was encouraging.
"Touch yourself, Candy. Feel how wet you are. Feel what your body has become capable of."
Candice slid her panties off, bringing her hand to her sex. She was so wet. Slick proof of her new, hungry nature. Tentatively, she touched her clit. Electricity shot through her, making her cry out. She jerked back, panting.
"Don't be afraid of that sensation," Kendra murmured. "Let yourself feel it. Embrace the pleasure your body is capable of."
Candice reached down again, more slowly this time. Her fingers slid through her wetness, exploring, and when they found her clit, she let out a desperate sound. She began to rub small circles, slow and tentative, and—
Her fingers slid through her wetness, exploring, and when they found her clit, she let out a desperate sound. She began to rub small circles, slow and tentative, and—the pleasure spiked through her like lightning, making her whole body jerk. Candice gasped, her hips bucking off the obsidian as she pressed harder, faster, chasing something she could feel building just out of reach.
The heat coiled in her belly, tightening like a fist preparing to release. Sweat beaded on her forehead. Candice's mouth fell open, panting. She worked her fingers relentlessly, pleasure mounting with each stroke, filling her senses until nothing existed but the exquisite pressure building between her legs.
"I'm close," she whimpered, eyes squeezed shut. "Kendra, I'm so close, it's right there, it's—"
She crested. The pleasure peaked and swelled, filling every nerve with burning ecstasy, and she felt herself begin to fall over that edge.
And then—nothing.
The orgasm stuttered, sputtered, and died. One instant she was teetering on the precipice of bliss, the next the sensation receded like a wave pulled back from shore, leaving her gasping on the cold black stone, empty and aching and utterly shattered. Candice's eyes snapped open, wild with desperation. She shoved her fingers back between her slick folds, rubbing frantically, but the pleasure wouldn't climb. It rose, swelled, and again when she neared that peak, it cracked and broke apart in her hands like a soap bubble.
"No, no, no, fuck!" She pressed harder, faster. Nothing. The hunger remained, the burning, clawing need, but the release became impossible to reach. She couldn't crest. Like her body was physically incapable of completing the circuit.
"Fuck! Why can't I cum?!" she screamed, yanking her hand away and glaring at it with betrayal. "Why won't it let me finish?"
Kendra's soft, knowing laugh cut through Candice's desperation. When Candice looked up, her face flushed and angry, Kendra was watching her with fond amusement.
"I forgot to mention that little detail," Kendra said. "Succubus magic users can't orgasm alone."
Candice's entire body went rigid. "What?"
"You can touch yourself all you want, but you'll never reach climax. The magic is designed to force companionship. To create need." Kendra's smile was gentle but unapologetic. "Without a partner, you can chase pleasure until you scream, but you'll never catch it."
Something in Candice's chest snapped. The fury came instantly, hot and blinding, cutting through a haze of unrelenting lust and frustration. She couldn't remember being this angry in years, mind crackling with outrage as she sat up on the dais. Candice found her voice, spitting out each word like a curse.
"You didn't tell me! You conveniently forgot to mention that little detail until after I'd let you transform my entire being into a demonic nymphomaniac!"
"I was worried you might hesitate. You were so close, Candy. I didn't want to give you another reason to run."
"Another reason to run?" Candice's voice cracked, half-scream, half-sob. "I trusted you! You were my best friend and you let me go into this blind and now I'm trapped, a slutty mess who can't even make herself cum without some stranger shoving his cock inside her!"
"Not a stranger, Candy." Kendra moved closer, her expression softening. "You're not trapped, sweetheart. You're free now. I didn't tell you because I knew you needed to feel the transformation and its hunger for yourself before you'd understand what was at stake. And I'm here. I won't let you suffer."
"Don't try to comfort me, you sneaky, scheming—" Candice's throat closed as another powerful wave of starvation pulsed through her core. She doubled over with the force of it, a whimper tearing from her lips. "Fuck, it hurts. I need to cum so badly. I can't breathe, I can't think, I just need to cum."
"Say the word, and I'll take care of you," Kendra said, rising gracefully. Her robe fell open fully and pooled at her feet, revealing her glorious, tanned body in its full magnificent nudity. Kendra's massive breasts swayed as she walked towards Candice. "I promised I'd always be here for you as your succubus sister."