Chapter 6: New Normal
The morning light filtered through the crimson curtains of the Crimson Lotus chamber, casting everything in a warm, roseate glow. Candice stirred beneath the silk sheets, her body already thrumming with that familiar, insistent ache before her mind had even fully surfaced from sleep. It was like clockwork now—three weeks since her transformation, and every single morning she woke up with her core burning, her nipples hard, and her thighs slick with need.
She groaned, pressing her face into the pillow. The hunger was relentless. It pulsed through her veins like a second heartbeat, demanding satisfaction with an almost cruel urgency.
"Mmm, good morning, sleepyhead."
Kendra's voice was a purr from beside her. Candice felt the warmth of her best friend's body pressing against her back, arms wrapping around her waist. The contact sent sparks crawling across her skin, making the hunger roar louder.
"Fuck," Candice muttered thickly, the swear barely a mumble against the fabric. "It's already starting. I need—"
"I know." Kendra pressed a soft kiss to the nape of Candice's neck, her lips lingering on that sensitive spot that never failed to make Candice shiver. "I can smell it on you, you know. That desperate, needy scent you get when you wake up." She chuckled low in her throat, a rich and thoroughly wicked sound. "It's adorable."
"Shut up and make me cum."
Kendra laughed, a genuine and warm sound, and her hand slid down Candice's belly. "That's my demanding girl. Always so polite first thing in the morning."
"Kendra." Candice arched her back, pressing her ass against Kendra's crotch, seeking friction. The fine silk of Kendra's chemise did little to mask the heat of her skin. "I swear to the gods, if you don't—"
"I've got you." Kendra's hand slipped lower, fingers finding Candice's wet slit with practiced ease. "I've always got you."
The first touch of those skilled fingers against her clit made Candice cry out. She bucked into the touch, her hands fisting in the sheets. Kendra worked her with leisurely strokes, building pressure slowly, teasingly. Her other hand cupped one of Candice's breasts, thumbing the nipple through the thin fabric of her camisole.
"Fuck, that feels good," Candice gasped, spreading her legs wider. "Don't stop."
"Never." Kendra's lips traced along her jaw, her neck. "I could do this all day. Every day. You know that, right?"
She did know. Kendra had made it abundantly, shamelessly clear that she would eagerly spend every waking moment between Candice's thighs if given the chance. And Candice, despite her lingering resentment, was beginning to understand why her best friend craved it so badly. The succubus magic made pleasure feel like a drug.
"Harder," Candice demanded, grinding against Kendra's hand. "I need it harder. I need to cum so badly."
Kendra obliged. Her fingers moved faster, circling Candice's swollen clit with increasing pressure. A third finger slipped inside Candice, curling just right. Candice's inner muscles clenched around them, desperate for more.
"That's it," Kendra encouraged. "Let go, baby. Let me feel you come apart."
The orgasm built, a tidal wave cresting and then crashing. Candice screamed Kendra's name as she came, her whole body convulsing with the force of it. Pink energy crackled through her, sharp and exquisite, leaving her gasping.
But even as the aftershocks rippled, she could already feel the hunger stirring again. It was less desperate now, more manageable, but still there. Always there.
"We need to get ready for class," Candice mumbled, staring up at the ceiling. "I've already missed two days this week."
"I know. Just a little more? One more to get you through the morning lectures?" Kendra's voice was persuasive, sliding through Candice's defensiveness with ease. She pressed closer, one hand sliding between her own thighs. "Let me make myself feel good this time. Watching me touch myself always gets you so worked up, doesn't it?"
Candice turned her head to watch. Kendra lay on her back, legs spread, her hand moving between them at a languid pace. Her other hand cupped her breast, squeezing, pinching. Her head tilted back and a long, low moan escaped her painted lips.
"Look at you," Kendra breathed, inviting candice to gaze upon the spectacle of her own body. "So wet for me already. And I haven't even done anything."
The hunger roared back to life in a way it hadn't even minutes before. Candice watched Kendra touch herself with growing intensity. The way those thick pink fingers probed and teased, the way her hips rolled in rhythmic, hypnotic circles. Candice's mouth watered.
She wanted to taste her.
The thought came unbidden, a growl in her gut, and she found herself moving before she could think it through. She rolled over and positioned herself between Kendra's spread legs, staring down at the glistening pink flesh of her friend's pussy. The sight made her heart pound.
"Go ahead," Kendra said, arching her back, her voice a seductive dare. "I'm all yours, Candy."
Candice licked her lips. She had gotten too familiar with this part of Kendra by now, but it still felt like a revelation every time. She pressed her mouth against her best friend's warm, wet skin and ran her tongue from the base of her cunt to her waiting pearl.
"Yes," Kendra hissed, reaching down to tangle her fingers into Candice's short black hair and pull her closer. "Just like that. Eat my fucking pussy."
The foul language sent heat spiking through Candice's blood in a way she refused to examine. She devoured Kendra with an urgency that grew more frantic by the day. The first week, she'd felt ashamed of how much she craved this. The second week, she'd started looking forward to Kendra inviting her in.
Now, entering the third week, she was starting to accept the truth. She wanted this. Not because she had to feed, but because she genuinely, deeply enjoyed tasting her best friend on her tongue.
"Fuck, your tongue is magic," Kendra gasped, grinding her hips against Candice's face, chasing her own pleasure. "Right there. Right fucking there—"
Candice pushed two fingers inside her, curling them upward as she sucked on Kendra's swollen pearl. Kendra's whole body went rigid for a heartbeat before she came with a guttural cry. Candice drank down her release, relishing the taste of her pleasure. It was addictive—a narcotic that surpassed any sorcery she could have imagined.
But even that wasn't enough.
Sitting up, Candice stared at Kendra's massive tits. They rose and fell with her heavy breathing, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat from their morning exertions. The sheer fabric of the chemise left little to the imagination, the generous cleavage practically spilling out. A new craving seized Candice, sharp in its intensity, making her mouth water for a different kind of taste.
Kendra caught her gaze and smiled, a slow, knowing curve of her lips. She reached up and pulled the straps of her chemise down. Her tits spilled free. They were enormous, heavy and round, her nipples and areolae impossibly dark and puckered.
"Go on," she prompted, guiding Candice back. "I know you want them."
"I shouldn't," Candice whispered, even as she was being drawn in like a moth to a flame. "We need to go to class. I can't miss another session."
"You won't. We'll be there in time. Promise." Kendra guided her down, bringing Candice's mouth to her breast. "Just a few minutes of this. Suck on them, gorgeous... make me feel good."
As her mouth closed around Kendra's nipple, Candice knew she was lost. The taste was dizzying—like honey and forbidden fruit. She suckled greedily, laving the bud with her tongue as her hands kneaded the yielding flesh. Kendra moaned above her, a sound of pure, uncomplicated bliss, and now Candice was leaking, aching for more.
"See how wet this makes me?" Kendra's voice was a silk ribbon wrapping around them. She guided Candice's hand back down between their bodies. "Feel it."
Candice felt Kendra's slick cunt and nearly moaned herself. She didn't hesitate. She slid her fingers inside, pumping in rhythm while never releasing that wonderful, heavy breast from her greedy mouth.
"That's right," Kendra said. "Such a good sucker you're becoming. You're learning so fast, Candy. Making me feel incredible."
Her praise made Candice's skin flush. She pulled off, moving to lav attention on Kendra's other breast. Her fingers continued their relentless rhythm, driving Kendra toward another orgasm.
"Cum inside me," Kendra begged. "I want to feel you cum inside my cunt, Candy. Fill me up with all that sweet succubus magic."
The request—entirely impossible as stated, given Candice lacked the necessary anatomy—still sent a thrill through her. She didn't know if she would ever be able to fuck Kendra the way she was asking to be fucked. But the way Kendra looked at her, full of open adoration and raw hunger, made her want to try.
And suddenly, that wanting turned to need. Candice repositioned, pulling back from the luscious valley between Kendra's breasts. Her gaze drifted lower, over the flat plane of Kendra's stomach, down to the thatch of trimmed blonde hair guarding her swollen, wet sex. The sight of it made Candice feel something she wasn't ready to name, but she was sick of that particular war with her own desire.
Instead, she shoved her face between Kendra's thighs again.
"Oh, fuck, yes," Kendra cried out, rutting against Candice's mouth like an animal in heat. All her fine breeding was gone, replaced by pure succubus hunger. "Eat me again. Make me cum again—I'm so close already."
Candice devoured her. She dragged her tongue the length of the glistening slit. She pushed her tongue as deep inside as she could manage, fucking her, tasting her warmth. Kendra trembled, twitched, grabbed at Candice's hair.
"Its not enough," Kendra sobbed out, desperate. "Fucking fill me up, baby, I need to be so full." She scrambled, rolling over onto her stomach, grabbing the pillow beneath her face with the clear intention of screaming into it. "Get on top of me and grind that pretty cunt on mine until I feel you everywhere."
Candice hesitated for a moment. The request was direct and simple—a gorgeous, unmitigated demand. And was it what she wanted, too? To grind against beautiful, perfect Kendra, sharing pleasure so intense it might very well unmake them both?
There was no more time for hesitation—only action. Candice scrambled up Kendra's body, positioning her own aching, soaked core directly over Kendra's waiting slit. She looked down at the bed, at their bodies meeting, and felt a rapturous hum run through her entire being.
"Now," Kendra gasped. "Ride my cunt. Grind it up, Candy, use me like your personal slut."
Those filthy words undid the last of her shame. Candice began to move, sliding her wet flesh along Kendra's, grinding in slow, deliberate circles. The friction was otherworldly. Every nerve ending in her body felt connected to the meeting point of their bodies. Pleasure raced through her bloodstream like wildfire.
"Yes, just like that," Kendra encouraged her. "You feel so good. You're such a beautiful, good girl. Making me feel so good."
Candice leaned forward, letting her weight press Kendra into the mattress, skin to skin, and deliciously evil. Their breasts crushed together, their mouths collided in a hunger-fueled clash that was all teeth and desperate seeking tongue. Candice couldn't get enough. She wanted to taste every inch of Kendra, to touch every part of her curvaceous figure.
She broke the kiss, ducking her head into the junction where Kendra's neck met her shoulder, breathing heavy. The grind of their bodies grew faster and more frantic. Candice felt another orgasm building, bigger than the first, a tsunami of pleasure poised on the horizon.
"I'm gonna cum," she gasped. "I'm—fuck—I'm gonna—"
"Do it," Kendra commanded, gripping Candice's hips in her long-nailed hands. "Cum for me, Candy. Let me feel you lose that beautiful mind. Show me how good I make you feel."
The orgasm crashed over them simultaneously, a devastating, all-consuming wave of ecstasy that left Candice sobbing Kendra's name. She felt Kendra convulsing beneath her, crying out her own release. For a moment, everything went white and pink, a cataclysm of pure sensory overload.
When Candice finally came back to herself, she was collapsed on top of Kendra. Both of them were breathing heavy, covered in sweat. The crimson sheets beneath them were soaked through. Candice could feel pink energy still sizzling through her veins.
"Okay," Kendra murmured eventually, stroking Candice's back in soothing circles. "That's definitely going to push you up a few levels."
Candice forced herself to move, her body weak with the aftershock as she rolled off her best friend. It felt like being flayed. "What time is it?"
Kendra reached for her phone on the nightstand and squinted at the screen. "Seven forty-five."
"Shit." Candice leapt out of bed, wincing as her raw, overworked muscles complained. "My runes class starts in fifteen minutes. Professor Chen will shit if I'm late again."
"Then you'd better get moving." Kendra stretched, languid and feline, her incredible body arching with all the lazy confidence of a cat in a sunbeam. "I'll see you after class? I'm working the afternoon shift tonight, but I should be free by six if you want to—"
"Feed." Candice finished the sentence without shame. It still felt strange to say it, but she was learning. The hunger was a constant companion now, a thrumming undercurrent in everything she did. At times, she felt as though she were becoming the very hunger itself.
Kendra's smile was warm and affectionate. "That's my girl. See you tonight, gorgeous. Do good in class."
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The walk from the Crimson Lotus to Mage University was short. The building that housed Madame Lysandra's establishment stood cheek by jowl with the university's grand academic halls, tucked away in the oldest part of the city where magic and mischief had always traded secrets. Kendra claimed that was intentional. Adrian Aldridge liked his vices close at hand.
Her thighs still throbbing with the aftermath of this morning's exertions, Candice stepped into the lecture hall and felt the familiar weight of eyes upon her. She had expected hostile stares. In the weeks since her transformation, she'd gotten quite used to them. Whispers followed her through the corridors, rumors spiraling out of control as students speculated about why the university's most infamous failure was suddenly acing examinations she could barely sit in before.
"You're late, Ms. Dixon." Professor Chen's voice was clipped with disapproval.
"Sorry, Professor." Candice slid into her seat without further explanation, keeping her head down.
On the blackboard, equations glowed in blue runic script. The principles of dimensional displacement danced in arcane patterns that Candice could now comprehend with frightening clarity. She'd been struggling with this material for two entire years. Now, barely three weeks after her transformation, they appeared as easily discernible as a children's fable.
She scribbled down notes as Chen lectured. When she shot her hand up to answer a question about space folding, the professor looked as though someone had just slapped him across the face with a live fish.
Actually, by the time the session ended, Professor Chen had asked her to stay behind. Dixon, I feel I must ask." He studied her through his wire-rimmed spectacles, looking genuinely bewildered. "Your work has made an unprecedented improvement. Your examination scores have climbed at a rate that defies all precedent. What has changed?"
Candice had her answer ready. "I've been studying with a private tutor, Professor. Someone who's been helping me unlock my potential. I guess I just needed the right approach."
Chen didn't look entirely convinced. Yet her test scores at least weren't the kind of dramatic improvement that would raise serious suspicion, given the levels she'd gained. She was at Level 20 as of this morning, she suspected. A staggering jump from Level 5 in less than a month.
When Chen released her, Candice found Adrian Aldridge waiting for her in the corridor. The Dean stood with his arms clasped behind his back, his sharp emerald eyes fixing on her instantly. The predatory intelligence in them was unmistakable. Dixon," he said. "A word."
"Of course, Headmaster."
He walked alongside her through the ancient halls, his stride measured and unhurried. Students parted around them like water around a stone, casting curious glances. Kendra had told Candice that Adrian enjoyed his "special students" being visible, not hidden. He wanted the student body to see that power rewarded those who pursued it by any means.
"I've been watching your progress, Ms. Dixon," Adrian said, keeping his voice low and personal amidst the bustling students. "Quite remarkable. From Level 5 to Level 20 in less than a month. Your grades are climbing steadily. Even Professor Chen was heard to express grudging admiration."
"I'm just trying to catch up, sir," Candice said. "I've got a lot of lost ground to make up if I want to graduate this year."
"And you will. At your current pace, you should reach Level 30 comfortably before the final examinations." He paused, turning to face her. "I must admit, I wasn't entirely certain you would take to the transformation as well as you have. Buxton was... enthusiastic about converting you from the start. I had my doubts."
Candice's jaw tightened. "Are you saying you expected me to fail, Headmaster?"
"I'm saying I expected you to resist longer." A cool smile touched his lips. "But I'm pleased to be proven wrong. You have a strength of will that will serve you well in the years to come. I'm eager to see how you evolve."
"Evolve."
"You know what I mean." His voice dropped even lower. "The Level 30 transformation is optional. But I suspect you'll find it difficult to resist. The promise of becoming everything you've ever wanted to be... The temptation will be considerable."
Candice thought of Kendra. Of her incredible body. Of the confidence she radiated like heat from a flame. She was starting to see why her best friend had embraced her transformation so thoroughly. Her own desires were becoming harder and harder to ignore.
"I'll cross that bridge when I come to it," she said flatly.
Adrian smiled. "I look forward to seeing which direction you choose, Ms. Dixon. Either way, I suspect you will exceed all expectations."
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That night, Candice lay in bed and stared at the ceiling. Kendra was working the afternoon shift at the brothel. She wouldn't be back until well past midnight. The hunger pulsed through Candice's veins, quiet but ever-present. She tried to study. She tried to sleep. She couldn't do either.
Her mind kept returning to the morning's encounter. To the feel of Kendra's massive tits against her cheeks. To the taste of her friend's cunt, so rich and potent it was almost overwhelming. The memory of Kendra's voice calling her a good girl sent a possessive heat curling through her stomach.
What was happening to her?
She felt different now. Bolder. More willing to take what she wanted. This transformation was changing her at a fundamental level. She couldn't decide whether that terrified her or thrilled her.
Not for the first time, she wondered what she would look like after the Level 30 transformation. Kendra had told her about it in that offhand way of hers, the way she spoke of things that were simultaneously wondrous and terrifying. She would take on the appearance her heart truly desired. Candice's mind revolted against the question, even as her body hummed its silent, shameful answer.
Sighing, Candice shifted restlessly until, finally, mercifully, sleep embraced her.
The next morning came with its usual desperate, clawing hunger. Candice opened her eyes and turned to find Kendra beside her, beautiful and flushed from her overnight shift.
"Morning, gorgeous," Kendra murmured. "I had a feeling you'd be needier this morning. "Kendra rolled over to face her, propping her head on her hand. "But that's okay. I meant what I said, Candy. You can use me. As much as you want. For the rest of my time here. I'm your personal fuck toy."
The words made Candice's heart stutter. Something in the way Kendra said them—like it was the most natural thing in the world—made her feel dizzy. Or maybe that was the hunger. It was growing stronger, more insistent. Louder.
"Then let me have you," Candice whispered, and she was surprised by her own daring. "All of you. I want to taste every inch of your body today. I've wanted to do this for days now. Think about it almost constantly, but I've been too ashamed to ask."
"What changed?"
Candice swallowed. "I realized I don't want to be ashamed anymore. I want to want you. And I do, Kendra. I want every part of you."
Kendra's grin was a slow, luxurious slide of triumph. She reached out with one long, pink-nailed hand, nails grazing Candice's cheek, and pulled her closer for a kiss that was deep and possessive and full of promise.
"Then have me," she breathed against Candice's lips, a prayer and a blessing and a dare all woven into one. "Come and get it."