Chapter 6: Obsession
The lecture hall was buzzing with the usual murmur of students shuffling papers and whispering about weekend plans. Professor Whitmore stood at the podium, droning on about the theoretical applications of elemental convergence, his voice a monotonous hum that seemed to put half the room to sleep. Candice sat in the third row, her notebook open, her pen moving across the page with mechanical precision as she took notes she didn't really need to take anymore.
She could feel the twitch between her legs before she felt anything else. That familiar electric thrum that bloomed in the center of her cunt and radiated outward. She bit her lip, shifting in her seat, trying to focus on the professor's words.
She couldn't.
Her eyes drifted to Kendra, who was sitting beside her, looking absolutely edible in a tight pink crop top that barely contained her massive tits and a tiny leather skirt that showed off her endless legs. Kendra was pretending to listen, but Candice could see the faint smirk playing at the corners of her full lips, as if she knew exactly what Candice was thinking.
"Ken," Candice whispered, her voice low. "Ken, I need you."
Kendra's eyes slid toward her, dark and knowing. "Now?"
Candice nodded, her thighs pressing together beneath the desk. The hunger was building rapidly, faster than ever before. She glanced around, but the students around them were focused on the lecture. Unwilling to wait a moment longer, Candice reached under the desk, her hand finding Kendra's thigh.
Kendra's jaw tightened, but she made no move to push her away.
"Slide closer," Candice breathed. "Lean over like you're reading my notes."
Kendra obeyed. She shifted in her seat, angling her body toward Candice, blocking her from the view of most of the room. Her head dipped down, close to Candice's lap, pretending to examine her notebook.
Candice undid the button of her jeans, pulled down her zipper in tiny increments. She lifted her hips just enough to shove the denim down to her thighs, exposing the wet strip of her thong.
"Do it," she whispered. "Lick me."
Kendra needed no further encouragement. She pressed her face into Candice's lap, her mouth finding her cunt through the thin fabric of her thong. Her tongue pressed against her clit, wet and eager, and Candice had to clench her jaw to keep from moaning.
Fuck, she thought. Fuck, this feels so good.
Kendra worked her mouth against Candice's pussy with practiced skill, pulling the soaked thong aside with her teeth and licking directly at her slick, swollen folds. Candice's hands gripped the edges of her desk, her knuckles white as waves of pleasure rippled through her. She watched the back of Kendra's pink-streaked head, bobbing beneath the desk, and felt a surge of primal satisfaction.
This is my girl, she thought. My lover. My soulmate.
The lecture continued, a distant buzz behind her own heartbeat pounding in her ears. Professor Whitmore was explaining something about catalysts, but Candice couldn't hear a thing. All she could feel was Kendra's tongue curling inside her, Kendra's lips sealing around her clit, Kendra's soft hair brushing her thighs.
"Shhh," Kendra breathed against her flesh, the vibration stunning her. "You're making noise, baby."
Candice bit down on her lip so hard she tasted copper. The orgasm was building, fast and furious, coiling in her belly, ready to snap. She looked down, meeting Kendra's eyes, and she mouthed the words I love you.
Kendra smiled against her, and went back to work.
When Professor Whitmore finally dismissed class, Candice was trembling, flushed crimson, completely satisfied. Her jeans were back in place, her pussy slick with her own fulfillment and Kendra's spit. She felt boneless, sated, that beautiful thrum of Lust Energy coiling through her. She rose slowly, glancing at Kendra who was straightening her skirt with a self-satisfied smile.
"Ready for lunch?" Kendra asked, her voice innocent.
"Fuck lunch," Candice muttered, grabbing her arm. "Take me to the library."
Kendra laughed, that bright, filthy sound that always made Candice's stomach flip. "You're insatiable."
"You love it."
"I do," Kendra said, pulling her close and kissing her neck. "I absolutely do."
They walked through the halls of the university together, drawing looks from the students who passed. Candice could feel the envy in their eyes. She had become one of the top students, now hovering at Level 25. Soon, she would catch up to Kendra. And beyond that, graduation was waiting. Her goal was closer than ever.
She had never felt more powerful.
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Candice reached Level 25 in Kendra's private suite that night, a milestone that should have felt triumphant but simply felt inevitable. The magic hummed through her veins like liquid fire, and all she wanted was more. More power, more pleasure, more Kendra. Being obsessed was not something she'd ever experienced before, but now her feelings for Kendra were all-consuming.
Spending every waking hour with Kendra simply wasn't enough. She wanted to crawl inside her, to be part of her.
"Soulmate," she whispered against Kendra's mouth as they lay tangled together on the enormous bed. The candles flickered, casting shadows across Kendra's perfect curves. "You're my soulmate."
Kendra stroked her cheek, her pink nails gleaming. "I know, Candy. I'm yours."
"You're everything." Candice's hand traced over Kendra's massive breasts, over the swell of her hip. "I want to fuck you all night."
Kendra grinned. "What do you want to use?"
Candice glanced toward the drawer where they kept the strap-on. First she had used it awkwardly, fumbling. Now she loved the weight, the intimacy it brought, the way she could give Kendra the pleasure she demanded. She grabbed it, stroking the silicone shaft, slick and heavy in her hand.
"I want to make you cum so hard you forget your own name," Candice said.
Kendra laughed, spreading her legs in invitation. "Prove it."
Candice strapped the harness around her hips, the familiar, obscene weight of the dildo pressing against her own wet cunt. She positioned herself between Kendra's thighs, and for a moment, she simply looked. Kendra spread open for her, flawless, begging, the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
"You're mine," Candice murmured.
"Yours," Kendra breathed.
Candice thrust. Kendra cried out, a ragged, desperate sound. Candice gripped hips, ramming her cock in and out of Kendra's soaking wet cunt with a kind of frantic zeal. She wanted to be inside Kendra, to consume her, to be consumed in return.
"Fucking. Hell. Candy!" Kendra screamed, her voice breaking on the name. Her legs wrapped around Candice's waist, pulling her deeper.
"Take it," Candice growled. "Take every fucking inch."
"That's it," Kendra moaned, clawing at the sheets with her pink nails. "Baby, that's it—right there—don't stop—"
Each snap of Candice's hips pushed Kendra closer to the edge. The room filled with the sounds of their bodies slapping together, wet and loud, the headboard knocking against the wall. Candice leaned down, capturing Kendra's mouth in a brutal kiss, drinking in her moans and screams.
After what felt like an eternity, Kendra's body stiffened and her inner walls clenched around the cock. Cumming hard, with a shriek of release, her whole body convulsing. Candice didn't stop. She kept thrusting, driving through the orgasm, making it last until Kendra was nearly sobbing with it.
"Thank you," Kendra gasped, her chest heaving. She was covered in a slick sheen of sweat, glowing. "Gods, Candy. Thank you."
Candice pulled out slowly, savoring the sight of Kendra's hole clenching around nothing. She shed the harness and laid down beside her, pulling Kendra into her arms. Her heart racing, her pussy still throbbing with unspent need.
"I love you," Candice said.
That word. It used to feel too heavy. Now it feels like the only truth.
"I love you too," Kendra whispered.
But beneath that love, in the quiet spaces of Candice's mind, there was an ugly, gnawing envy.
She looked at Kendra's body, at her massive tits, her full hips, her thick thighs. She looked at her own body in the mirror, once her own, now slowly evolving yet not enough. She wanted to look like Kendra. Wanted Kendra's lustrous long blonde hair, her huge, full lips, her perfect skin.
She wanted everything Kendra had.
But it wasn't time. At level 25, Candice felt her pleasure could wait. The larger transformation would happen at Level 30.
"Kendra," she said, biting her lip. "What if I don't look like you after I transform?"
Kendra turned, propping herself up on her elbow. "What do you mean?"
"What if my body after Level 30 is just... the same as it is now? Just with more power." She hated the weakness in her voice.
Kendra's eyes softened. "Sweetheart, that can't happen. The transformation at Level 30 responds to your deepest desires. Your body becomes whatever you want it to be." Her hand cupped Candice's cheek. "And I know you want to be gorgeous. You deserve to be."
"But what if it's not enough?"
Kendra leaned in and kissed her. Soft, sweet. That alone sent needs spiraling in Candice.
"Look at me, Candy." Kendra pulled back. "You're already beautiful. You'll be even more stunning after level 30. You'll feel better than I do."
Isn't that what I want? To be her, to feel what she feels to be desired, to be envied? To have the bodies I’ve seen in my dreams?
"Promise?" Candice whispered.
"I promise."
Candice laid her head on Kendra's chest, listening to her heartbeat. The jealousy remained, ugly and raw. But at least she wasn't facing it alone.
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In the following days, Candice's obsession only deepened.
Every lecture, she yearned for Kendra. She asked Kendra to eat her out in the back of the university library, hiding behind the ancient tomes and magical histories, biting her fist to muffle her moans as Kendra brought her to orgasm.
It happened often.
A quiet Sunday afternoon in the library, Kendra knelt between Candice's thighs as she sat in a hidden carrel, reading from a tome on succubus history that she'd found far more engaging than Whitmore's lectures. Kendra's tongue worked between her legs, pushing her to a quick, biting orgasm that left Candice shaking.
During a lecture on dark magic, Kendra touched her through her underwear as the professor lectured on the dangers of forbidden arts. Candice came silently, hard, the power of her orgasm making her eyes roll back.
"Kendra, please, I need you. I wanted to taste you," Candice might admit at random moments. Kendra would stop what she was doing, any time, any place, and give her exactly what she wanted.
Every night ended in Candice driving her strap-on into Kendra's tight, wet cunt. She fucked her from behind, watching the way Kendra's massive ass rippled, her face buried in the pillows. Candice gripped her hips and snapped her hips forward, filling Kendra fully.
"Harder," Kendra begged. "Fuck me harder."
Candice gave her what she wanted.
Afterward, they would lie together. Candice would trace her fingers over Kendra's curves and feel that possessive thrum in her chest.
"I'm so lucky," she'd whisper.
Lucky to have Kendra. Lucky to be on this path. Lucky to soon become the woman she was meant to be.
But when Kendra fell asleep, Candice would study her own reflection in the mirror across the room. She turned this way, that way, her blue eyes tracing the shape of her own body. She still felt dissatisfaction and longing for a form she no longer recognized.
"Soon," she whispered to her reflection. "Soon."
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It happened during a quiet evening in the Crimson Lotus that Lysandra pulled Candice aside.
The succubus madam was dressed in a dark crimson gown that hugged her figure, her eyes gleaming with ancient knowledge. She seemed to materialize from the shadows, a quiet threat, a powerful ally.
"Child," Lysandra said, her voice like dark honey. "I hear you're progressing well."
"Yes, Madame." Candice kept her voice deferential. Even now, she had enough sense to show respect. "Level 25."
"I know." Lysandra circled her slowly, her eyes studying Candice like a map. "You've been using Kendra to gather Lust Energy. That's wise. She has a never-ending well of it."
Candice nodded, uncertain of where this was going.
"But," Lysandra continued, "there is more you can do. Kendra learned long ago, within these hallowed walls, how to draw power from other sources."
"What do you mean?"
Lysandra's lips curved into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "At the Crimson Lotus, our girls serve many patrons. They draw Lust Energy from each one with their bodies. Their skill. Their depraved talents." She paused. "You were a self-righteous thing, Candice Dixon. It’s endearing. But a succubus restricts her power when she only has one partner."
Candice frowned. "I have Kendra. I don't want anyone else."
"Not for love, child, not for desire." Lysandra leaned closer. "Think of it as a resource. A food source. You expand your palate, welcome new tastes, and you grow stronger for it."
Candice's stomach churned with anxiety at the suggestion, but she hesitated at the same time. A small part of her was intrigued.
"I need to be Level 30," she said slowly.
"Then consider expanding your horizons." Lysandra produced a small, dark bottle from the folds of her dress. "This is a special oil. Rub it on your skin, and your scent becomes irresistible to anyone who breathes it in. It will help you attract patrons, should you choose to explore."
Setting the bottle in Candice's palm. "You don't have to use it. But know that it's there."
Candice stared at the glass, dark and reflective. Inside it seemed to pulse with a faint pink glow.
"For Kendra, then," Lysandra said, turning to go. "For your future. Choose wisely."
Candice opened her mouth to reply but the words wouldn't form. Lysandra was gone, moved through a doorway as if she were made of smoke. Candice pocketed the bottle, her mind racing.
She could feel its presence even through the fabric of her pocket. A shadowy invitation to a new sort of sin.
She decided to share it with Kendra.
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That night, Candice produced the bottle from her pocket. Kendra was lounging on the bed, scrolling through some app on her phone, but she put it aside immediately when Candice spoke.
"What is that?" she asked, eyeing the dark glass.
"Lysandra gave it to me. An oil to attract patrons." Candice looked down. "She said I needed to expand my horizons. To get to level 30 faster."
Kendra sat up, her face unreadable. "Do you want to do that?"
"I want to be with you," Candice said. "But I also want to graduate. I want to be strong. And if spreading my legs for strangers is what it takes to get there..." Her voice trailed off. "Would you be okay with that?"
Kendra held her gaze for a long moment. A strange, hungry smile slowly spread across her face.
"Honestly, sweetie? The idea of watching you become the same slut I had to become is a total turn on."
Candice blinked. "You think so?"
"I'd love to share you, Candy." Kendra rose, moving closer. "I want to watch other people worship you and grow drunk on the power you can hold, and then crawl back to me at the end of the night." She slid her hand down the front of Candice's silk pajama shorts. Candice felt a pulse of desire from Kendra's words. "And I want to help you get there."
She took the bottle from Candice's hand, uncorked it and breathed in.
"Let's start tonight."
Candice's mouth is very dry. "With who?"
Kendra's smile widened. "There's a client downstairs. A wealthy merchant. He’s been with me before. He's well-versed in the dark arts of trading Lust Energy, and he gave me one of the best nights I’ve had here. He still comes back asking for me.” She pressed the bottle into Candice’s palm. “Let’s go show him what you can do.”
Candice’s heart hammered. But her pussy throbbed in unmistakable invitation. The hunger inside her was already whispering. This is the path. This is the power. And at the end of it, the body you crave, Kendra’s devotion. All of it.
"Okay," she whispered.
Kendra led her down to the crimson halls of the Crimson Lotus. Another step along the path of becoming something she never could have imagined.