Chapter 10: Chapter 10 of 10
The walk through the Crimson Lotus felt different this time.
Candice—no, she was still Candice, she had to remember that—walked beside Kendra through the velvet-draped corridors, and every eye in the place followed her. The working girls paused mid-conversation. A client in the lounge actually dropped his glass. She felt their gazes on her new body like physical touches, sliding over her massive tits, her flared hips, the impossible curve of her ass. And the strange thing was, she didn't feel self-conscious. She felt powerful.
"You're drawing attention," Kendra said, a smile in her voice.
"I know." Candice ran her purple-nailed fingers through her long black hair, the purple streaks catching the candlelight. "Is it always like this?"
"Always." Kendra's hand found hers, squeezing. "And you get used to it. Then you start to crave it. Then you start to demand it."
They emerged into the cool night air, and Candice felt the magic thrumming under her skin. The city sprawled before them, the distant spires of Mage University silhouetted against the moonlit sky. Every step made her new body move in ways she was still learning, her tits bouncing against her chest in a rhythm that was distracting and wonderful and wet-making.
"So," Candice said, "where are we going?"
"Dean Aldridge's office. You need to thank him."
Candice stopped walking. "Thank him?"
Kendra turned, her pink-streaked blonde hair swaying. Her eyes were knowing, hungry, lit with something that made Candice's newly hypersensitive skin prickle with heat. "He's the one who made this possible, Candy. He protected Madame Lysandra. He gave you the ultimatum that pushed you to transform. He expects gratitude."
"I just saw the man two days ago. He told me I was going to be expelled."
"And now you're not." Kendra stepped closer, her body pressing against Candice's, the contact making Candice moan softly. "Don't you see? He's the only reason you're not a failure anymore. He's the only reason you're powerful. You owe him."
Candice's head spun. The logic was twisted, but it felt right. The magic inside her pulsed, hungry for connection, hungry for approval, hungry for cock. Her new body was built for this, designed to be used, and the thought of pleasing the Dean, of thanking him with her mouth and her cunt, made her wetness run down her thighs.
"Okay," she breathed. "Take me to him."
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The Dean's office was nothing like what Candice had expected.
It was grand, certainly—mahogany bookshelves lined the walls, filled with ancient tomes that pulsed with faint magical energy. A massive desk dominated the room, carved from obsidian and inlaid with gold runes. The windows behind it looked out over the entire campus, and the night sky stretched endlessly beyond.
But there was something intimate about the space too. The lighting was low, warm amber from enchanted lamps. A decanter of whiskey sat on a side table with three crystal glasses. And Adrian Aldridge himself stood by the window, his back to them, his silver hair gleaming in the moonlight.
"Dean Aldridge," Kendra said, her voice dropping into a sultry register that made Candice's clit throb. "We're here."
He turned, and his emerald eyes landed on Candice.
She felt the weight of his gaze like a physical force. He was older, in his sixties, but there was nothing frail about him. His body was lean and powerful beneath his tailored robes, and his eyes were sharp, calculating, hungry. He looked at her the way a man looks at a meal.
"Candice Dixon," he said, and his voice was smooth as whiskey. "Or should I say, the newest Succubus mage at Mage University?"
She felt herself flush. "I—"
"Come here."
Her legs moved before she could think. She walked toward him, her massive tits swaying in the low-cut top Kendra had loaned her, her flared hips rolling with every step. When she reached him, he reached out and took her chin in his hand, tilting her face up to study her.
"Remarkable," he murmured. "The transformation suits you. Your magic level, I assume, is now thirty?"
"Yes." Her voice was breathy.
"Thirty." He smiled, and there was something predatory in it. "From level five to level thirty in a single night. I should have sent you to Madame Lysandra years ago."
Candice didn't know what to say. She stood there, trembling under his touch, feeling the magic in her blood react to his presence. He smelled like power and expensive cologne and something else, something darker, something that made her want to kneel.
Kendra appeared at her side. "She wants to thank you, Dean."
Adrian's eyes glittered. "Does she?"
"Yes," Candice said, and the word came out as a moan. "I—I need to thank you. For everything."
He released her chin and stepped back, settling into his leather chair behind the obsidian desk. He looked regal, commanding, like a king waiting for tribute.
"Then thank me."
Candice didn't hesitate.
She dropped to her knees, the motion making her tits bounce, and crawled toward him. The carpet was thick and soft beneath her palms. She could feel his eyes on her, watching her approach, and the heat in her core intensified. When she reached his chair, she looked up at him, her plush lips parted.
"I need something else," she whispered.
His brow arched. "What do you need?"
"A new identity." The words tumbled out. "I can't—Candice is weak. Candice is the girl who failed for five years. Candice is the girl everyone pitied. I don't want to be her anymore. I need to be someone new. Someone powerful. Someone who deserves this body."
Adrian studied her for a long moment. His hand moved to his belt, slowly, deliberately, and she heard the soft rasp of leather. "You want a new name?"
"Yes."
"A new identity?"
"Yes."
"Then you'll have to earn it."
She reached up and unzipped his pants.
The sound was loud in the quiet office, a metallic hiss that made her clit throb. She pulled his cock out, and it was magnificent—thick, hard, veined, with a head that was already weeping pre-cum. He was a man of sixty, but his cock was the cock of a god.
She moaned at the sight of it, her mouth filling with saliva.
"Go on," he said. "Show me how grateful you are."
Candice leaned forward and took him in her mouth.
The taste was incredible, salty and male and being exactly what she wanted. She swirled her tongue around the head, tasting his pre-cum, and the flavor exploded on her taste buds. It was sweeter than anything she had ever known, sweeter than honey, sweeter than sin, and she moaned wantonly as she swallowed.
"That's it," Adrian groaned. "Use that pretty mouth."
She did. She took him deeper, her new plush lips stretching around his girth, her tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft. She had never deep-throated before, but now she found herself pushing her head down, her throat opening.
She gagged around him and her eyes watered. But she didn't pull back. She pushed deeper, feeling him hit the back of her throat, and the sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through her body.
"Fuck," Adrian hissed. "Where did you learn—"
But she couldn't answer. She was too busy sucking.
Her hands came up to cup his balls, her purple nails scraping gently against the skin, and he groaned. She bobbed her head faster, saliva and preacher-cum dripping down her chin, her tits rubbing against his thighs. She felt so alive, so powerful, so perfect like this, using her body to please a man.
"You're so good at this," he growled. "Such a natural little cocksucker."
She moaned in approval. He was praising her, and the praise made her cunt ache with emptiness. She wanted him in her pussy. She wanted him to fill her completely.
"Candy," Adrian said, and she froze.
She pulled off his cock with a wet pop. "What?"
"Your new name." He looked down at her, his eyes dark with lust and something else, something triumphant. "You are now Candy. Candice Dixon is dead and expunged from all records."
Candy felt tears of joy prick her eyes. She had never felt so beautiful, so powerful, so complete. Her entire life—the struggle, the failure, the misery—had been washed away in a single night. She was Candy.
"Because," Adrian continued, his voice dropping to a sinister purr, "Candice Dixon is expelled from Mage University."
Her heart stopped.
Then she understood.
She laughed, a loud, triumphant sound, and threw herself back onto his cock. This time she sucked harder, deeper, taking him all the way to the base. Her nose pressed against his pelvis as she swallowed him, and she held him there, her throat convulsing around his shaft.
"That's it," Adrian groaned. "Fuck, that's it."
Kendra moved behind her, and Candy felt Kendra's hands on her hips. Her outfit was already half-off, her massive tits bouncing free as she knelt behind Candy.
"Let me help you thank him," Kendra purred.
Candy pulled off Adrian's cock just long enough to gasp, "Please."
Adrian stood, pulling Candy up with him. He bent her over his desk, the obsidian cold against her hot skin, and she heard Kendra move to the other side. As Adrian positioned himself behind her, Candy saw Kendra's mouth open, ready to devour Adrian's cock once Candy had been used.
He pushed into her with no warning.
Candy screamed.
His cock was inside her, thick and deep and so perfect. He bottomed out in one thrust, and her cunt clamped around him like a fist. She was so wet, so ready, and he filled her completely.
"Oh fuck," she moaned. "Oh fuck, yes, use me."
He did. His hips began to piston in a brutal rhythm, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in. The desk creaked beneath her. Her tits swung wildly, slapping against the obsidian.
"Such a good little whore," Adrian grunted. "Daddy's perfect cocksleeve."
"Yes, yes, I'm your cocksleeve, I'm Candy, I'm yours—"
Kendra straddled his face, facing Candy, and as he fucked Candy, his tongue buried itself in Kendra's cunt. Kendra moaned, reaching out to grab Candy's hair, pulling their mouths together in a sloppy kiss. Candy tasted herself on Kendra's lips.
"Good girl," Kendra whispered against her mouth. "Best decision you ever made."
Candy sobbed with pleasure. "I know. I know, I—oh god, don't stop—"
For what felt like hours, they used each other on that desk. A full-fledged orgy of power and sin. But eventually, Adrian pulled out, flipping Candy onto her back. He spread her legs wide, looking down at her with that predatory smile.
"You want me to come on your face?" he asked.
"Yes," she begged. "Please, Daddy, I need it."
He grunted, stroking his cock, and then he exploded. Hot, thick ropes of cum sprayed across her face, coating her eyelids, her lips, her tongue. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, trying to catch every drop.
"Swallow," he commanded.
She did.
The taste was incredible. His cum slid down her throat, satiating a hunger she hadn't even realized she had. She licked her lips, lapping up every drop she could reach.
He grabbed Kendra and took her from behind on the desk, cumming deep in her pussy, and Candy watched, fascinated, as his seed dripped down Kendra's thighs.
"That was excellent." Adrian said, tucking himself back into his pants as if nothing had happened.