Chapter 4: First Taste of Succubus Lust
The weight of Kendra's words hung in the air between them, heavy with promise and something darker, something that made Candice's newly sensitized skin prickle with anticipation despite her anger.
"Don't worry," Kendra said, her voice dropping to a low, honeyed purr. Her naked body caught the candlelight as she moved closer, each step deliberate, predatory. "I'm happy to make you cum anytime."
Those words, so casually spoken, ignited a fresh wave of heat through Candice's core.Everything about Kendra's presence seemed designed to torment her: the sway of those impossibly full breasts, the confident curve of her hips, the knowing glint in her eyes as she watched Candice struggle to breathe.
"You're angry with me." Kendra settled onto the dais beside her, one hand reaching out to brush a strand of sweat-dampened hair from Candice's forehead. "And you have every right to be. I should have been honest with you about all of it."
"You think?" Candice's voice came out breathless, ruined by the relentless hunger still clawing at her insides. "You lied to me, Kendra. You tricked me into this."
"I didn't trick you, Candy." Kendra's fingers trailed down Candice's cheek, feather-light. "I guided you. I knew that if I told you everything upfront, all the details about how vulnerable you'd feel, how desperate you'd become, you would have run. And I couldn't let that happen. I couldn't let you throw away the only chance you had."
"Because you wanted a friend?" Candice laughed bitterly. "Because you were lonely in your gilded whorehouse with your perfect tits and your Level 50 magic?"
Kendra's face flickered with something raw, something genuinely hurt. "Because I remember what it felt like to be you. To be so desperate and scared and convinced I was worthless. To lay awake at night wondering why I couldn't be good enough." Her voice dropped to barely a whisper. "And because when I transformed, when I felt what it was like to finally have power, to finally be in control of my own body and my own destiny, I wanted to share that feeling with someone I cared about."
Candice stared at her, warring emotions churning in her chest. The anger was still there, hot and sharp. But underneath it, buried beneath the fury and the betrayal, she could feel something else stirring. Something that understood.
"I'm sorry," Kendra said softly. "I'm sorry I kept things from you. But I'm not sorry I did this. I'm not sorry you're here now, transformed and powerful and on the verge of becoming everything you ever dreamed you could be."
The hunger chose that moment to surge again, a violent cramp of need that made Candice's whole body convulse. She cried out, her hands flying between her legs, fingers pressing desperately against her aching clit. But it was useless. She knew it was useless. The pleasure would climb, stall, and die, leaving her emptier than before.
"Please," she heard herself beg, the word torn from somewhere primal and desperate. "Kendra, please. I need it so bad. I can't take this anymore. Make me cum. Please make me cum."
Kendra's expression softened with tenderness that seemed almost out of place on her decadent features. She leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Candice's forehead before pulling back.
"I'm going to take care of you now," Kendra murmured. "But first, I need you to trust me. Can you do that? Even after everything?"
Candice's throat constricted. Trust. After being lied to, manipulated, transformed without full consent. After learning that her new body was designed to force dependence on others, to make her need them in ways that bordered on addiction. And yet, here she was, lying naked on an obsidian altar in a succubus queen's pleasure palace, about to put herself completely in Kendra's hands.
"Yes," she whispered. "I trust you."
Kendra's smile was radiant, genuine, and devastatingly beautiful. She moved over Candice, settling beside her on the dais, propping herself up on one elbow. Her free hand began a slow journey across Candice's body, starting at her shoulder, trailing down her arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
"Your skin is so soft now," Kendra observed, her fingers tracing lazy circles on Candice's inner wrist. "The transformation makes everything more sensitive. More receptive to touch."
Candice shivered as Kendra's fingers continued their exploration, sliding up her arm to her shoulder, then down across her collarbone. Every touch felt amplified, electric, like her nerve endings were singing with pleasure.
"You're going to feel everything so intensely now," Kendra continued, her voice a low, intimate murmur. "When someone touches you, when they kiss you, when they fuck you... every sensation will be magnified a hundredfold."
Her hand skimmed over Candice's ribs, avoiding her breasts with deliberate cruelty. Candice arched into the touch, desperate for more, but Kendra simply smiled and moved her hand lower, tracing the curve of Candice's waist before settling on her hip.
"I want to touch you," Candice managed, her voice hoarse. "I want to feel you too."
"All in good time." Kendra's fingers dipped lower, brushing the top of Candice's thighs, tantalizing close to where she needed them most. "Right now, this is about you. About teaching your new body what pleasure feels like."
Finally, blessedly, Kendra's hand moved to Candice's center. Candice gasped as Kendra's fingers found her slick folds, parting them gently, exploring the sensitive flesh beneath. The touch was light, almost reverent, and Candice's hips bucked involuntarily.
"Fuck, you're so wet," Kendra breathed, her fingers sliding through Candice's moisture. "Your body is already learning what it needs."
"Please," Candice whimpered. "Please, I need more."
"Tell me what you need." Kendra's fingers circled Candice's entrance, dipping just barely inside, then withdrawing. Candice cried out in frustration.
"I need you to touch me. To make me cum. I need you inside me, I need—" Candice's words dissolved into a broken moan as Kendra's fingers finally pressed inside her.
Kendra's fingers were long and slender, sliding into Candice's tight heat with deliberate slowness. Candice felt herself stretch around them, felt every inch of their invasion and her body's eager acceptance. Kendra didn't move right away, giving Candice time to adjust, to feel the fullness of being filled.
"That's it," Kendra murmured. "You feel so good, Candy. So tight and hot and perfect."
Kendra began to move her fingers, curling them slightly, seeking out the spot inside Candice that would make her see stars. Candice's hands flew to Kendra's wrist, gripping it as waves of pleasure began to build deep in her belly.
"Oh god," Candice moaned. "Oh fuck, that feels so good."
Kendra's thumb found her clit, pressing in slow circles, and Candice's entire body bowed off the obsidian. The sensation was overwhelming, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, and yet she couldn't get enough. She needed more. Needed deeper. Needed harder.
"Please," Candice sobbed. "Please don't stop. I'm so close, I can feel it."
Kendra's fingers thrust deeper, faster, her thumb working Candice's clit with expert precision. Candice could feel the pressure building, rising like a wave, threatening to crest at any moment.
"Let go, Candy," Kendra whispered. "Let me feel you cum."
But as Candice felt herself teetering on the edge, the pleasure began to recede again. Her body, rebellious and broken, refused to complete its release. The wave crested but wouldn't break, leaving her suspended in an agony of near-pleasure, desperate and unfulfilled.
"No!" Candice screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Why is it still not working? Why can't I cum?!"
Kendra withdrew her fingers, and Candice sobbed at the loss of contact. But Kendra was already shifting, positioning herself between Candice's spread legs, her face hovering inches from Candice's dripping center.
"I haven't tried everything yet," Kendra said, her voice thick with hunger. "I was being gentle with you, Candy, savoring you. But maybe what you need is less gentle."
Candice barely had time to process the words before Kendra's mouth descended on her.
Kendra's tongue was hot and skilled, sliding through Candice's slick folds with an expertise that made Candice's eyes roll back. She lapped at Candice's clit with broad, flat strokes before curling her tongue and flicking the sensitive nub with devastating precision.
Candice screamed. Actually screamed, the sound echoing off the obsidian walls as Kendra consumed her with mouth and tongue. Kendra's hands gripped Candice's thighs, spreading her wider, giving herself more access to devour. Her fingers found Candice's entrance again, pushing inside as her tongue continued its relentless assault on Candice's clit.
The pleasure was building faster now, hotter, more intense than anything Candice had felt before. Kendra's tongue was everywhere, tasting her, teasing her, driving her higher and higher. Kendra's fingers curled inside her, finding that spot that made stars burst behind Candice's eyes.
"Kendra, I'm gonna—I'm gonna—" Candice couldn't finish the sentence. Her entire body had become nothing but sensation, nothing but the exquisite torture of Kendra's mouth on her sex.
"Then do it," Kendra breathed against Candice's flesh before returning her tongue to its work.
The orgasm that crashed over Candice was unlike anything she had ever experienced. It wasn't like the weak, fumbling releases she'd managed alone in her cramped dorm room, consolation prizes that left her more frustrated than satisfied. This was cataclysmic, obliterating, an explosion of pleasure that seemed to originate in the very marrow of her bones and radiate outward through every nerve, every fiber of her being.
She screamed Kendra's name as her hips bucked wildly, riding Kendra's face as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through her. Kendra didn't stop, her tongue and fingers continuing to work as Candice sobbed with overwhelming sensation. It went on too long, the pleasure stretching and expanding until Candice was certain she would die from it.
"When you feed, your mana grows," Lysandra had said. Candice could feel it—a surge of raw energy flooding through her veins, hot and pink and almost overwhelmingly potent. It was like the moment of her transformation all over again, but infinitely better. She was being remade in ecstasy rather than in agony.
When Candice finally came down from the impossible heights of her orgasm, she was trembling, drenched in sweat, unable to form coherent thought. She lay limp on the obsidian dais, gasping for breath as aftershocks continued to ripple through her body.
Kendra lifted her head, her face glistening with Candice's release, and smiled up at her with deep satisfaction. She crawled up Candice's body, settling beside her, pulling her into an embrace.
"How do you feel?" Kendra asked softly, stroking Candice's sweat-slicked hair.
Candice took a long moment to assess. She felt... incredible, fully sated for the first time in her life, alive with tingling warmth that made her nerve endings sing. It was as if she had been walking through life with every sensation muted and muffled, and only now could she truly hear the symphony.
"I don't know," Candice admitted. "I feel different. Powerful. Like I could take on anything."
"Check your mana level," Kendra encouraged. "Focus on your core and feel how much you've grown."
Candice closed her eyes and turned her attention inward. She felt her mana as a familiar presence in her chest. Only instead of the weak, sputtering glow of her old strength, there was now a blazing inferno of pink energy. It pulsed and flowed through her. As she probed the edges of it, testing its limits, she felt a thrill at its unmistakable shape. Her magical core had expanded.
"Oh shit," Candice breathed, opening her eyes. "Oh shit. I'm Level 10. I'm at Level 10."
Kendra's delighted laugh filled the space. "And that's just from one session! Imagine what you'll feel like after a month of feeding, of exploring the boundaries of your new power. You're going to grow so fast, Candy. Faster than you ever dreamed possible."
"Level 10," Candice repeated, her voice filled with disbelief. "Five years and I couldn't even get past Level 5 on my own. I've only been like this for half an hour and I've already doubled my power."
"I told you this magic was special." A self-satisfied smile tugged at Kendra's lips. "You just didn't want to listen."
Candice's expression clouded. The initial euphoria of the orgasm and her sudden power surge was fading, leaving space for a familiar resentment to creep back in.
"It's not that I didn't want to listen," Candice said, pulling away slightly. "It's that you weren't honest. You could have told me everything, all the risks and limitations, and I might have been more willing to accept it. But you chose to keep things from me, to manipulate me into agreeing to something I didn't fully understand, and that makes me equal parts grateful and furious."
Kendra's expression flickered with something like guilt. She sat up, pulling her knees to her chest in a strangely vulnerable gesture that seemed at odds with her sensual body.
"I'm sorry, Candy. Truly. I know I got ahead of myself. I was just so excited at the thought of having you here with me, of having my best friend back, that I didn't think about how it would look from your perspective."
"Your best friend?" Candice's voice cracked. "You disappeared from my life for a month. You started ignoring me, avoiding me. I thought you hated me."
"I didn't hate you. I was trying to protect you." Kendra's voice was quiet. "When I transformed, I knew I was becoming something dangerous. I knew that anyone close to me could get hurt if I wasn't careful. And I knew that if I stayed in your life, I would eventually want to share what I found with you. And I didn't want to corrupt you."
"But you did anyway."
"Because I saw you struggling. Because I watched you and I saw a reflection of myself, and I couldn't bear the thought of you getting expelled while I had the power to save you." Kendra reached out, taking Candice's hand in her own. "I made a choice. A selfish one, and I own it. But I hope that one day, you'll forgive me."
Candice sat in silence for a long moment, the weight of the transformation settling around her like a new form of clothing. She had been furious, betrayed, hurt by the violation of her trust. And yet, the undeniable truth remained: she was stronger now than she had ever been.
"Level 10," she murmured to herself. "I'm Level 10, up from Level 5, and I barely did anything to earn it."
Kendra's lips curled, a crafty slant. "And you can level up again soon. With my help."