Chapter 5: New Normal
The morning light filtered through the velvet curtains of Kendra's suite, casting everything in a warm, amber glow. Candice woke with her skin already tingling, her core throbbing with that familiar, desperate ache that had become her constant companion over the past three weeks. It was like clockwork now—the moment consciousness returned, so did the hunger.
She rolled over in the massive bed, her hand reaching out automatically for the warm body beside her. Kendra was still asleep, her pink-streaked blonde hair fanned across the pillow, her full lips slightly parted, her massive tits rising and falling gently with each breath. She looked almost innocent in sleep, which was hilarious given everything Candice knew about her.
"Kendra." Candice's voice was rough, needy. She pressed her body against Kendra's, her hand sliding up her thigh. "Kendra, wake up."
Kendra's eyes fluttered open, and a lazy smile spread across her face. "Morning, Candy. Horny again?"
"Obviously." Candice ground against her, the friction sending sparks through her oversensitive nerves. "I need you."
"Then take me." Kendra stretched languidly, arching her back, presenting her body like an offering. "I'm all yours, baby."
That was all the permission Candice needed. She climbed on top of Kendra, straddling her hips, grinding her wet cunt against Kendra's smooth stomach. The contact sent a jolt of pleasure through her, but it wasn't enough. It was never enough on its own.
"Fuck, I need to cum so bad," Candice groaned, her head falling back. "It hurts."
"I know, sweetheart." Kendra's hands came up to grip Candice's hips, guiding her movements. "Let me help you."
Kendra shifted, sliding down the bed until her face was between Candice's thighs. Candice let out a shaky breath, anticipation making her whole body tremble. She watched as Kendra's massive lips parted, her tongue snaking out to lick a long, slow stripe up Candice's wet slit.
"Gods, yes," Candice moaned. "Just like that."
Kendra ate her out with practiced skill, her tongue delving deep before flicking up to tease her swollen clit. Candice rode her face shamelessly, grinding down against her mouth, moaning obscenities into the quiet morning air. The pleasure built quickly, coiling in her belly like a spring about to snap.
"Cum for me, Candy," Kendra murmured against her flesh, the vibration sending Candice over the edge.
She came with a scream, her body convulsing, her juices flooding Kendra's mouth as the Lust Energy surged through her veins. It was overwhelming, almost too much, but she drank it in greedily, feeling her mana pool expand with every pulse of pleasure.
When she finally collapsed beside Kendra, panting and slick with sweat, she felt a familiar satisfaction. Her core wasn't aching anymore. But already, she could feel the hunger beginning to stir again, a distant rumble that promised to return by the afternoon.
"Good morning," Kendra said cheerfully, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Feeling better?"
"Much." Candice rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow. "How many levels do you think I gained from that?"
Kendra closed her eyes, concentrating for a moment. "You're at Level 21 now. Almost halfway there."
"Twenty-one." Candice shook her head in disbelief. "Three weeks ago, I was at Level 5. Now I'm at 21."
"And gaining faster every day," Kendra said. "You're a natural, Candy. Just like I knew you'd be."
Candice looked down at herself. She was still wearing Kendra's silk robe from the night before, and she'd grown noticeably more curvaceous over the past weeks. Her hips were wider, her tits fuller. Her skin had taken on a faint golden tan that hadn't been there before. But she was still... her. Still the same girl who had struggled for five years, who had been the weakest student in her cohort.
Soon, that would change.
"I should get ready for class," Candice said, forcing herself to sit up. "I don't want to be late again."
"You're always so dedicated," Kendra teased. "Most people in your position would be running off to live in the Crimson Lotus full-time."
"I still plan on graduating," Candice said firmly. "I didn't go through five years of hell just to drop out now."
"That's my Candy." Kendra sat up too, leaning over to kiss her forehead. "Go on, get dressed. I'll have breakfast sent up."
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The walk to campus was still strange for Candice. She was so used to being invisible—just another student in the crowd, unremarkable and easily overlooked. But now, she drew looks wherever she went. Her new curves caught the eye of male and female students alike, and she could feel the whispered speculation as she passed.
She had to admit, she liked it. The attention, the hunger in people's eyes, the way they parted to let her through. It was power of a kind she'd never experienced before. And power was addictive.
But classes were still a struggle. Her fundamentals had been weak for years, and even with her skyrocketing magic level, she still lagged behind in theoretical knowledge. She spent her mornings in Elemental Theory, her afternoons in Combat Applications, and every spare moment studying in the library or practicing with Kendra.
Today, however, had a different schedule. Today, she had an appointment with Dean Aldridge.
Candice stepped out of the lecture hall and headed toward the administrative wing. The marble floors gleamed under the enchanted chandeliers, and the walls were lined with portraits of the university's most distinguished mages. She paused in front of one—the founder of the university, a stern-looking woman with piercing eyes.
"You'll be in one of these someday," a voice said behind her.
Candice turned to find Dean Adrian Aldridge approaching. The silver-haired man was dressed in his usual impeccable robes, his emerald eyes gleaming with something that could have been approval or calculation. Probably both.
"Dean Aldridge." Candice inclined her head respectfully. "I was just heading to your office."
"I know." He smiled, the expression not quite reaching his eyes. "Walk with me."
They fell into step together, and Candice couldn't help but feel a familiar prickle of unease. Adrian had always made her uncomfortable, even before her transformation. There was something too knowing in his gaze, something predatory in the way he studied her.
"So, Candice," he said, "how are your studies progressing?"
"Quite well, actually." Candice kept her voice neutral. "I'm catching up on my coursework. The new magic has made everything... easier."
"Indeed." He clasped his hands behind his back. "I must say, I'm pleasantly surprised by your progress. When I first suggested the, ah, opportunity to you, I wasn't sure you'd take to it so quickly."
Candice stiffened. "I didn't have much of a choice."
"True." Adrian's voice was infuriatingly calm. "But you could have fought it. You could have rejected the transformation, tried to maintain your old ways. Instead, you embraced it. That takes courage, even if you don't want to admit it."
They reached his office, and he gestured for her to enter. The room was decorated in deep burgundy and gold, with towering bookshelves and a massive mahogany desk. He settled into his chair, gesturing for her to do the same.
"I called you here today to congratulate you," he said. "You've reached Level 21 in under a month. That's remarkable progress, even for a Succubus Mage."
Candice's eyes narrowed. "How do you know my level?"
"I know everything about my students, Candice." He smiled, slow and predatory. "It's my job."
She shifted in her chair, uncomfortable. "Is that all?"
"Not quite." He leaned forward, interlacing his fingers on the desk. "You have an opportunity here, Candice. A chance to rise higher than you ever thought possible. But that chance requires... dedication. Devotion to your new nature."
"Meaning what?"
"Meaning you should be exploring all avenues of Lust Magic, not just the ones that feel comfortable." His emerald eyes bored into hers. "The more you feed your hunger, the stronger you become. I'm sure Kendra has been assisting you with that."
"I don't see how that's any of your business."
"Everything that happens in this university is my business." His voice hardened. "But I'm not here to police your activities, Candice. I'm here to encourage them. The more you grow, the better for everyone."
He stood, moving to a small cabinet against the wall. He withdrew a crystal decanter and two glasses, pouring amber liquid into each. He handed one to Candice, then raised his own.
"To your continued growth," he said. "And to the fascinating evolution I see in your future."
Candice took the glass, but didn't drink. "Thanks."
"I'll be watching your progress with great interest." He sat back down, steepling his fingers. "Now, I believe you have a class in an hour. Don't let me keep you."
She set the glass down and stood. "Goodbye, Dean Aldridge."
"Goodbye, Candice." Something flickered in his eyes. "And do consider Kendra's example. She's learned to embrace so much more than she ever thought possible. You could do the same, if you allow yourself to."
Candice left without responding, her skin crawling.
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Back at the Crimson Lotus, Kendra was waiting for her, lounging on the bed in nothing but a lace thong and an open robe. She looked up when Candice entered, her smile warm and welcoming.
"How did it go?" Kendra asked.
"He's a creep." Candice flopped onto the bed, burying her face in the pillows. "But he's a useful creep. He's going to let me keep doing what I'm doing."
"Of course he is. He wants you to get powerful." Kendra rolled onto her side, propping herself up. "Adrian's always been about power. That's why he made the deal with Lysandra in the first place."
Candice lifted her head. "What do you mean?"
"I mean he doesn't do anything out of kindness." Kendra's voice was softer now. "He sees us as assets. Investments. He wants us strong because strong succubi are useful to him."
"Useful for what?"
"Whatever he needs at the moment." Kendra shrugged, but her eyes were shadowed. "Lysandra made her deal to protect herself. I made mine to survive. And you..." She reached out, brushing a strand of hair from Candice's face. "You made yours because you were desperate."
Candice turned away. "I don't like being used."
"None of us do. But we can use him back." Kendra pulled her closer, kissing the back of her neck. "For now, we focus on getting you to Level 30. Then we figure out how to make things work for us."
Candice sighed, letting herself melt into Kendra's embrace. "You're too good to me, Ken."
"No such thing." Kendra's hands slid around her waist, pulling her flush against her body. "Now, tell me about class. Did that prick Professor Whitmore give you any trouble?"
Candice snorted. "He gave me a C on my last essay. Claimed my theoretical framework was 'insufficiently rigorous.'"
"Asshole. You should seduce him and steal all his mana."
"Kendra!"
"What? I'm just saying." Kendra's laugh was light and wicked. "You've got the power now. You could make him your little bitch if you wanted."
Candice shook her head, but she was smiling. She'd missed this—the easy banter, the intimacy, the feeling of being valued. For so long, she'd felt alone in her struggle. Now, she had someone in her corner.
Still, a thought nagged at the back of her mind—the same thought that had been growing stronger over the past few days. She looked down at Kendra's body, at her massive curves and flawless skin, and felt a pang of something like jealousy.
"Hey," she said, "can I ask you something?"
"Anything."
"What was it like when you transformed? At Level 30, I mean. When you got... this." She gestured vaguely at Kendra's figure.
Kendra was quiet for a moment. "It was intense. Scary and wonderful all at once. I didn't exactly choose my new form—it was more like my deepest desires decided for me." She laughed softly. "My body became everything I secretly wanted but never dared to want."
"That's what the transformation does?"
"For half-succubi, yes. It reveals your true self." Kendra's voice was gentle. "Why do you ask?"
Candice bit her lip. Months ago, she hadn't wanted to want this. But now, seeing Kendra's body, how it moved, how people responded to it... she couldn't ignore the growing longing inside her.
"I want to look like you," Candice said. "I want the big tits, the big ass, the lips, everything. I want to feel... irresistible."
Kendra's smile was tender, indulgent. "Then you will, Candy. When you hit Level 30, your body will transform into whatever you truly want. And if you want to have a body like mine, then you'll get it."
Candice exhaled slowly. For the first time, she felt a sense of anticipation rather than uncertainty. She wanted to shed the weak, pathetic version of herself. She wanted to become something new, unapologetic, and powerful.
"I think I'm ready," she said softly. "Ready to be more than what I was."
Kendra pulled her into a tight hug, her soft body enveloping Candice. "You already are, sweetheart. You already are."
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Later that night, when the candles had burned low and the city outside had fallen quiet, Candice found herself straddling Kendra again. But this time, it was different. What had started as a necessity—a way to feed her hunger, to gain levels, to progress—had become something more.
She looked down at Kendra, at her beautiful face and perfect tits, and felt a surge of desire that had nothing to do with magic.
"Kiss me," Candice whispered.
Kendra's hand slid up to her neck, and she pulled her down into a slow, deep kiss. Their lips moved together, tongues dancing, and Candice let herself sink into the sensation. She wanted to taste every inch of Kendra. She wanted to know her with her mouth, her tongue, her skin.
They broke apart, and Kendra looked up at her with glazed eyes. "What do you want, Candy?"
"Everything." Candice's voice was hoarse. "I want to touch you. Taste you. Everywhere."
Kendra's smile was pure sin. "Then take me."
Candice sat up, her eyes roaming over Kendra's body. She'd touched her before, during their sessions, but always with a single-minded focus on getting Candice off. Now, she wanted to explore without urgency. She wanted to worship.
She started with Kendra's lips, kissing a trail down her jaw, along her neck, down to her collarbone. She paused at Kendra's tits, her hands cupping them through the thin fabric of the robe, feeling their impossible weight.
"These are incredible," she murmured.
"They're all yours." Kendra shrugged off the robe, baring herself. "Anything you want."
Candice lowered her mouth to one nipple, teasing it with her tongue before taking it into her mouth. Kendra moaned softly, threading her fingers through Candice's hair.
"That's it," she breathed. "Suck them. They're so fucking sensitive."
Candice obeyed, laving the nipple with her tongue while her hand played with the other. She could feel Kendra's thighs spreading beneath her, inviting her closer. But she wasn't ready for that yet. She wanted to taste everything else first.
She moved down, kissing along Kendra's taut stomach, her hips, her thighs. She paused, looking up at Kendra, watching her breathing quicken, her chest rising and falling. She wanted this. She wanted to devour her.
Candice lowered her head and buried her face between Kendra's soft thighs, licking her open, drinking from her like water. Kendra cried out, her hips bucking into Candice's mouth.
"Oh fuck, Candy, yes—"
Candice was relentless. She licked and sucked and delved her tongue deep into Kendra's cunt, tasting her intoxicating sweetness as greedily as she had before, but now with a craving that went far beyond necessity. She wanted everything, and she took everything.
When Kendra came, screaming Candice's name, Candice drank her pleasure and felt the Lust Energy surge through her core like lightning.
She sat up, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, and looked down at the beautiful, trembling mess spread before her.
"Level," she managed to get out, "what am I now?"
Kendra was breathless, grinning like a satisfied cat. "Twenty-two," she said. "And you're still climbing."
Candice’s eyes scanned her own body, silent, considerate, before returning to her lover’s glorious form. A hunger of another kind blossomed in her chest. Level 30 would come. She could feel it pulsing closer with every night. And with it, she would become the woman she was meant to be. She leaned down to kiss Kendra's lips.
The future had never looked brighter.