Chapter 8: Fashion
Kendra's voice was smooth as honey as she guided Candice's hand toward her own face. "Start with the eyebrow pencil. Light strokes, like you're drawing tiny hairs."
"Are you sure this is actually necessary?" Candice stared at her reflection in the floor-length mirror, at her pale, freckled face and her short black hair still damp from the shower. She felt like a child playing dress-up. "I didn't come to the University to become some kind of beauty queen. I still haven't recovered from showing half the school my bra last week."
"Shhh." Kendra's dexterous hands brushed a foundation brush across Candice's cheekbones. The sensation was feather-light, almost teasing. Kendra smiled, a motherly warmth that felt out of place on new pink lips and a face that seemed chiseled by demonic desire. "You have lovely bone structure. Trust me. You'll see."
The lighting in Kendra's chamber was warm, honeyed, a stark contrast to the cold utilitarian spaces Candice had occupied for years at Mage University. Bottles of shimmering powders and pots of creamy glosses lined the vanity table. Candice had lost track of their names ages ago. What did it matter? The whole ritual felt like an indulgence she couldn't afford, a complete departure from the hoodies and the secondhand boots that still sat folded in a drawer she refused to open.
But Kendra insisted it was essential. "The better you look, the more you will be desired. The more you are desired, the stronger you will become—this is the core tenet of Succubus Magic."
Candice sighed and let her eyes wander to the small mirror Kendra had propped up beside her. Kendra's reflection was a study in transformation—the girl she had once been was buried somewhere beneath seductive curves and dyed hair. Kendra now looked like she belonged in the pages of a magazine, not in a dorm room basement with its velvet curtains and obsidian floor. The pink streaks in her hair seemed to pulse under the light.
Kendra reached for a pot of deep mauve lip gloss, applying it to Candice's lips with a deft touch.
"The best part," Kendra said softly, blending the color with her finger, "is that you'll feel the difference. Not just mentally, but physically. You already know that embarrassment gives you a weird thrill—"
"It gives you a weird thrill."
"Mm, it gives us a weird thrill. I've seen you squirm in your seat at dinner when I make a suggestive comment at the table. And then you get home and you're hungry for more." Kendra's smile held an unspoken truth. "Don't think I haven't noticed."
Candice huffed. She didn't want to admit that Kendra was right. In the weeks since she had reached Level 25, something had shifted inside her. It was as if every shameful, sensitive nerve ending had been reawakened. It didn't just drive her to seek out pleasure; it made her crave attention, craving the weight of a gaze on her body.
"What's the point of all this?" Candice asked. "We already went over bras and cleavage and everything else. I don't see how makeup makes me stronger."
Kendra stepped back, surveying her work. "It's not just about the makeup. It's about presentation. You've got to embody the succubus aesthetic. When we walk through those gates tomorrow, I want every man to wonder what it might be like to take you, to taste you, to claim you. That hungry, envious energy is sweet to our magic."
"So you're dressing me up like a whore so that they lust after me harder."
"Hey, you said it, not me." Kendra winked. "But yeah, that's the basic idea."
Candice turned her face to the light. The mirror showed a different woman: cheekbones dusted with blush, lips glossed and dark, a smoky smudge drawn along her eyes. Even her short hair looked less mousy, more shaded with the dark traces of hair dye. Kendra had taught her to line her eyes with black eyeliner, drawing them out into a subtle cat shape.
"Alright," Candice admitted, turning her head left then right. "I guess I look... hotter."
"You look smoking hot. Now let's get you in something that matches."
Kendra crossed to a wardrobe that had been delivered to the room only days after Candice had agreed to let her best friend style her. She swung open the doors, revealing an assortment of tiny tops, short skirts, and dresses in neon pinks, purples and glossy midnight blues. There were patches of mesh, lace, and more latex than Candice could count.
"I can't wear any of that to a lecture, Kendra." And yet even as Candice spoke, her own hands wandered toward a crimson pleated skirt lying at the edge of the wardrobe.
"Not to lecture, no. But you're going to be spending a lot more time here." Kendra draped an arm over her shoulder. "And now that you've reached level 26, I think it's time we introduce training aids."
"Training aids?"
Kendra's grin was sharp, sultry. "Yes. Sex toys. Vibrating ones."
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The night air hung heavy in the chamber as candles flickered. Candice had been lying in Kendra's embrace, panting from a hard-won orgasm, when her best friend rolled onto her side and slid a hand across Candice's stomach.
"We haven't reached level 27 yet," she whispered through hooded eyes. "I know you're strong, but you'll plateau again if we're not careful."
"Plateau?" Candice's pleasure-misted brain tried to process the words. "I mean, that's what Professor Chen said happened to—"
"This is different. As a half-succubus, your power climbs fastest when your body trembles in a constant state of heightened stimulation." Kendra traced the outline of Candice's nipple. "You felt that? The sensitivity already rising. Oh, I know you feel it. Every touch is getting sharper, every brush of fabric is becoming an irritant that one second is unbearable, the next is begging for more."
"I don't... I always want you now. After class, I mean." Candice blushed, though it barely registered. "I think about you a lot."
"And that is good. But we need to amp it up." Kendra sat up fully, reached beneath her fluffy pink pillows, and pulled out a small silk pouch. She untied it and tipped the contents onto the bed: a small bullet vibrator, a soft silicone butt plug, a delicate wand, and a pair of what appeared to be nipple clamps with tiny metal balls attached.
"Kendra, you know I'm not into pain."
"Not pain. You're into pleasure." Kendra held up the butt plug. It was purple, glossy, about the length of her thumb. "This is designed to press against a very special spot. Imagine you're in Professor Ilves' lecture and you feel a low thrum doing this." She pressed a small switch and a low buzzing hum filled the air. "And then imagine you're surrounded by a lecture hall full of students, and not a soul knows you're clenching around this."
Candice's mouth went dry.
"You're serious."
"I'm dead serious." Kendra's eyes gleamed. "If we do this, you'll be in a state of constant mild arousal from morning until night. And every time you clench around that plug, those vibrations will coax your magic. Every moment of suppressed pleasure will build up inside you like a battery. And all of it will be released to me when we come together at night."
Candice sat up, pulling the sheet over herself. Her body tingled at the thought. She could picture it—a lecture hall, Professor Chen pointing to runes on the board, and her rocking back and forth on a toy that no one else could see.
"I can't do that in class. What if someone notices?"
"Do you think that they will notice?"
What would they notice? The slight flush across her cheeks, the way she shifted in her seat, the occasional sharp breath when the toy hit just the right spot. Her stomach churned with a mix of rebellion and shame. But oh, that shame had begun to feel good.
"I can wear a butt plug for, maybe an hour. Not all day. It's going to hurt."
"Your body will adjust. Your muscles are already loosening, becoming more flexible as part of the transformation. If we start short tomorrow, and build it up day by day, by the end of the week, you'll be able to keep your rosebud plugged from the moment you wake up to the moment I slide it out before bed."
Candice turned to her friend. Kendra's face was completely earnest, no trace of mockery. She had changed Candice's entire life, taking her from desperation at Level 5 to the cusp of graduation, and Candice trusted her. Even though every word out of Kendra's mouth was a dirty promise, she still trusted her.
"You're not going to let this go, are you?"
"Nope." Kendra popped the p. "But I promise, it will feel amazing." She leaned in, pressing a kiss to Candice's lips. "Would I ever steer you wrong?"
"Not so far." Candice's heart thumped, a nervous, excited beat. "But what about a dildo? You mentioned a dildo."
"This is the dildo." Kendra reached back into the pouch and pulled out a smaller, smooth pink phallus. Not as massive as some she'd seen in Kendra's collection, but enough to fill her. "I found it in the special section. It's made of a special demonstone composite, enchanted to vibrate at different frequencies. It's not for penetrating you internally, not to be used vaginally yet. We'll wear it strapped on for when I'm inside you, okay?"
Candice flushed, the word inside sending sparks down her spine. "Wait, so you want me to wear a dildo in a strap-on while I'm wearing a butt plug?"
"Exactly. You'll have your cunt filled by a vibrating dildo when you're walking around, or seated, and the strap will press tight when you move. It will feel naughty, so fucking naughty, but it's just for us. And these little clamps will keep your nipples erect, buzzing when you move." Kendra ran a hand along her arm, her touch full of comfort. "You'll be a walking, talking sex toy, just for me. And no one at the University will know."
Candice chewed her lower lip. "But what do I get out of it?"
"You get to reach level 27 quickly. We'll push you all the way to 30 in no time. And you'll feel so good, Candy. So warm, so tingly, like you're constantly being touched."
The thought of that sensation had her squeezing her thighs together. She was already getting wet again.
"Okay," she whispered. "But maybe... not the dildo until I get used to the butt plug. And definitely not the nipple clamps on the first day."
"That's the spirit." Kendra beamed. "We'll start small. Butt plug tomorrow."
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The first day of wearing the toy was the longest day of Candice's life.
She woke to the soft pink dawn filtering through the crimson curtains, and Kendra rubbing lube onto a purple plug in the morning light. Kendra was still naked, hair messy, tits swinging as she bent to coat the device, and Candice found herself utterly unable to refuse. She ate breakfast with trembling fingers and then knelt on a cushion while Kendra slid the plug into her. She gasped as Kendra pushed the entire thing in, her body clenching instinctively around it.
"Now, you're going to be able to feel it all day. The vibrations are on a timer, not remote-controlled. There are six modes—low, high, throb, wave, and a special mode I programmed for a long lecture. Let's just say you'll definitely feel the pulse in your core."
"Will it be strong enough to make me cum?"
"That's the point. But you won't be able to cum alone—you know this." Kendra smirked. "Succubus magic users can't orgasm alone. You'll just build and build until you feel like you're going out of your mind. And then you'll come find me, and I'll push you over the edge."
Candice stood, walking to the door with awkward steps. The plug shifted inside her and she froze, feeling the firm pressure deep in her ass. Already her body was prickling with heat. She eased her legs apart as she walked, trying to adjust her gait so that it didn't press too hard.
At the threshold she paused, looking at Kendra. "Are you sure I look okay?"
Kendra stepped forward and adjusted the short skirt that barely covered Candice's ass. It was uniform flattering, tight around the hips. "You look stunning. And every time you walk, that skirt will ride up until half your butt is exposed. Think of that plug pressing the fabric into your crack. It'll feel so wrong and so—"
"Do not say it."
"So right." Kendra was unable not to finish.
Candice left the tower, making her way down the path toward the main lecture hall. At first, the need to adjust was overwhelming. Each step pushed the toy deeper, gently turning her on. It was by far the most distracting thing she'd ever experienced. She kept stopping in the middle of corridors, pretending to look at her phone, while she shifted her hips and squeezed around the firm silicon.
Inside the lecture hall, she slid into her usual seat in the third row. Beside her, a boy with sandy hair and glasses nodded at her distractedly. Candice tried to focus as Professor Ilves began his lecture on conjuration. The numbers on the board swam, and all she thought about was the plug inside her, humming quietly at the low frequency.
She pressed her thighs together tight, squeezing her inner muscles. The buzz remained, constant, gentle, unignorable. Candice took a small breath. She shifted once, riding the toy, hoping her movement went unnoticed. The boy beside her didn't look. No one seemed to notice the tiny shudder that passed through her spine.
But as the minutes ticked on, the low hum began to feel unbearable. With every shift in her seat, the toy moved, pressing against the rougher walls inside her. Candice bit down on her lip. Her knuckles whitened as she clasped her hands in her lap. Her whole attention, and half her power, seemed to center below.
She lasted twenty minutes.
Then, during a long presentation on the complexities of elemental binding, she gave in to the small wave that had been building inside her. She spread her knees wider, pressing her thighs to the seat, and rocked her hips back, just once, as she felt the pulsing pressure begin to mount. Sweat broke at her hairline. Her breath hitched, but she covered it with a fake cough.
She was so close.
And she couldn't finish.
A desperate, raging ache had taken over. The plug still filled her, buzzing, teasing, driving her toward a cliff she couldn't fall off. It was a torture and a delight.
At the end of the lecture, Candice rose from her seat with the shakiness of a newborn foal. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs, dampening the very fine lace underwear Kendra had made her wear that morning. She shifted her hips, causing the plug to press deeper, and almost moaned out loud.
The entire walk back to Kendra's room was filled with stops. She pretended to look at notices on the board, pretending to tie her shoe, all the while rocking her ass against the toy to build that maddening pressure. By the time she reached the bottom of the stairs, she was ready to scream.
Kendra was waiting, lounging by the door, one hand on her hip. "How was class?"
"Fuck you." Candice was sweating, panting. She grabbed the wall as a stronger vibration pulsed, and her entire body shivered.
"Good. That's the effect." Kendra stepped forward and tilted Candice's chin up. "You've been so good, buttercup. Why don't you come and let me help you with that?"
Kendra swept Candice into her arms, carrying her over to the bed before laying her down. Candice relaxed into the mattress as Kendra gently pulled off her clothes, letting the skirt drop to the floor. Kendra knelt above her and pulled the plug out slowly, easing her through a gentle release.
"I need you inside me," Candice said, her voice raw with need. "Please. I've been aching all day, and I can't even think about doing it myself."
"I know. I know." Kendra didn't tease. She lined up her own strap-on and pressed it inside her. Candice gasped, gripping Kendra's shoulders as she filled her completely, cunt to mouth.
"Move, Kendra, fuck, you feel incredible."
Kendra obliged, moving her hips. The toy pressed against every sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure through Candice's over-sensitive core. Candice was already panting, tongue half-lolling out of her mouth as the building from the last two hours came back.
"Gonna cum? Already?" Kendra purred, thrusting fast.
"Yes, please! I can't hold it anymore, Kendra, please, please—"
"Come for me, Candy."
Those words were all it took. Candice let go. A guttural, open-throated moan tore from her lips as she came, the orgasm surging through her like pink fire, consumed by pleasure that was all the more potent for having been held back. Her mind blanked, her body bowed upward as waves of ecstasy rolled through her. She was still twitching as Kendra lowered herself down, wrapping her arms around Candice and stroking her sweaty hair.
Candice pulled her close, breathing hard. "We reached twenty-seven?"
"Check the meter."
Candice rolled her head to see the screen hovering in the corner of her vision. A faint, glowing number pulsed in the dark.
Level 27.
She laughed, weak and giddy. "You know, this is insane, and I can't believe I agreed to it."
"But you're stronger, warmer, and feel better than you ever have in your life." Kendra kissed her forehead. "Don't you?"
Candice closed her eyes, smiling softly. "Yeah. I do."
Kendra rolled onto her side, resting a hand on Candice's hip. "Tomorrow, we'll try the dildo too."
Candice laughed, pressing her forehead against Kendra's shoulder. "You really are trying to corrupt me, aren't you?"
"Only toward your full potential." Kendra nuzzled her neck. "One step at a time, my lovely, sexy, hungry girl."
The candlelight flickered. Candice's heartbeat was beginning to slow, but the entire class of the next day had settled in the base of her spine like a promise.
She couldn't wait.