A succubus (MF, mind control, oral)

There was a surprising warmth emanating from the room and Yennefer felt herself flush, a shiver running up her spine. Hoat entered seemingly unaffected and she followed.

There was a single specimen here, strapped and chained, at first Yennefer thought it was a young woman, leather straps crossing over her bare breasts, her chest heaving with every breath, her nipples peaked. An iron collar wrapped around her neck and a mask covered most of her face, a phallic shaped rod was pressed between her legs and up and inside of her body. Then she saw the horns on her head, the goat-like lower legs. A succubus.

"What is this?" Yennefer asked glaring at him, she leaned against a table beside her that was lined with glass cylinders. She focused in on him trying to read his thoughts.

Before his mind had been a chaotic jumble of two dozen thoughts making it nearly impossible to focus on just one. Now there was nothing, not a hint of a whisper, just nothing, as if she was trying to read the mind of a rock.

"The key to all my research," Hoat replied and licked his lips. "As I said before, monsters are no different than you or I. The same things drive them, a will to live, to eat, to fuck."

Hoat smiled. "At first I thought succubi were purely magical in nature, that they used some kind of spell or witchcraft to entice their prey. I was very much surprised to find that that was not the case. It's almost purely natural, no magic at all, just hormones secreted in the air that warps and twists our minds."

"You see I'm intrigued by these creatures. Every part of their life. Their mating habits most especially. It's the driving **** behind everything really and if you know what drives something then you know how it will react and you can act accordingly." His voice had an edge to it now. "That's what your precious Ciri came to me for. She had a most interesting problem."

"Where is she," Yennefer whispered but couldn't take her eyes off the succubus as it shuddered again, sweat ran down its toned tanned body. Its cunt clenched tightly around the faux cock as her body convulsed with pleasure.

"She had run into trouble during a drowner hunt. Even with all her training, the poor girl had managed to lose her weapon during the fight. She had thought she was going to lose it all but something so much more interesting happened. They took her in that swamp, Fucked her until she loved it."

Yennefer glared at the man.

"Her words not mine," he smiled. "She told me that after it had happened she couldn't stop thinking of it, reliving it in her mind, she liked it. So she sought me out, thinking she had caught some kind of disease from the creature, maybe even a curse."

"She never considered the actual truth though. Drowner's blood makes a half decent cure for foot fungus but nothing more. Worthless disgusting creatures really. The truth was that your dear Ciri was just a whore that loved to be fucked. Man or beast, it hardly mattered."

Yennefer grit her teeth tired of this man's tale. "Tell me where she is before I kill you."

"And how will you do that? You can barely stand." Hoat said.

Yennefer looked down at her hand, her knuckles white with strain as she struggled to hold herself up against the desk.

"And besides if you could I'm not sure your magic would even work here." He turned to the succubus and slapped it across the ass earning a distressed yelp of pleasure from the creature. "This succubus isn't the only live specimen we keep here. You have no idea what we have locked away in the lower levels, such marvelous creatures. Creatures that would not be pleased with how we treat them. My Lord has spent a fortune lining these walls with enough deuterium to supply a thousand witch hunters. And you would not believe how many bags of gold were spent on anti-magic wards."

Hoat walked towards the succubus grabbing a cloth and rubbing it against her sweat soaked stomach. He took a deep breath and shuddered his fingers trembling.

"It's intoxicating, isn't it? You can't even smell it or taste it, but it's there." He looked at the trapped succubus and licked his lips "It just oozes off of her. We had to seal the room it was so strong." he shook his head with a smile as if he was remembering something fondly.

"I'm not a cruel man, I will tell you what happened to Ciri. She stood just where you did but she did not try to fight what was about to happen to her nearly as much as you are." he lifted the sweat-soaked cloth and rubbed it across Yennefer's neck.

Her eyes went wide with shock.

"Amazing isn't it."

Yennefer's legs trembled as pleasure coursed through her entire body.

"It started much like this," he said his fingers trailed across her shoulder, slipping under the slip of cloth dragging it over until it lay on her arm.

Yennefer wanted to smack that stupid grin off his face but found herself unmoving, unwilling, her head spun in a daze, almost as if she had drunk to much wine, but different in its own way. She was too damn warm and his simple touch felt too damn good.

His hand cupped her cheek turning her head to face him. Violet eyes stared at his dark ones. She needed to do something, fight or, the thoughts got lost in her head as his hand traveled down over her neck. She should let him **** her. Yes! Her eyes danced with the idea, heat pooling in her belly. He could hold her down, and take her, drive his hard long cock into her aching cunt as…

"Ahh," Yennefer gasped the professor's hand made its way lower, cupping one breast, Yennefer arched towards him wanting more.

"That's a good girl" He smiled knowingly. "On your knees," he ordered and gently pushed her down.

Yennefer fell to her knees before him without a fight, her eyes wide and bright as she looked up at him.

"Ciri came to me looking for answers as you did." his hands dug into his pants wrapping around his hardening cock before pulling it free. "and she found something so much better."

Tears welled in Yennefer's eyes but she could not look away as he pressed the tip of himself against her cheek, wet precum smeared over her face as he rubbed the head of his cock across her lips. She gasped as she felt an unbelievable need to taste him rush over her.

"Ciri had a most delicious mouth," he pressed himself against Yennefer's lips and she opened them with a moan. Her body felt like it was on fire.

"That's it," Hoat moaned. "Just like your whore of a daughter."

Yennefer didn't hear the comment, she couldn't do anything but moan and suck. the need to feel him cum inside her, taste his seed nearly overwhelming her. She felt tears spring to her eyes as her mind failed to resist whatever was happening to her.

"I kept her all to myself for nearly a week." his hand entangled in Yennefer's hair. "Used her in every way a man can use a woman. And she begged for it every time."

Yennefer gagged as his cock pushed against the back of her throat, she pulled back gasping around his length, god he tasted good, her lips sealed around him and her head began to bob back and forth, so damned good. She was drooling slobbering mess, her chin and lips wet with her saliva, her eyes watering more as she sucked the man's cock. With every movement, with every taste, she felt a tinge of need grow between her legs. She wanted to taste him, to roll his cum over her tongue before swallowing it down whole, almost as much as she wanted him inside her aching cunt.

"Then I put her to other uses."

His cock pressed against the side of her cheek, bulging it out, she looked up at him her eyes wet, his thumb ran across her cheek catching a tear. "So much more fight in you," He said he pulled back but Yennefer couldn't' stop herself from chasing his cock with her lips, keeping them sealed around his head, her tongue vibrating against his glands as she moaned with **** unwanted need.

"Good girl,"

Yennefer could hear him murmur, his hand almost tenderly guiding her actions. Her lips sealed around his length, her tongue bathing his cock. The taste of him in her mouth, musky and salty and so incredible. She wanted, her mind dozed, then reeled, what did she want? Not this, no.

She looked up again, violet eyes dark, face flush and stained with tears. She hated this man, wished horrors upon him that would bring most men to their knees but she couldn't stop herself from suckling on his wet hot cock. Could not stop the moans of pleasure and the increased wetness pooling between her legs. She hated him but could not bring herself to act out against him, could not fight back. she needed him more. And uncontrollable want to have him inside her anyway she could.

His grin told her she knew exactly what she was going through.

"That's it Yennefer of Vengerberg," his hand tightened in her dark hair. He shuddered and she felt him throb in her mouth. Warm cum spilled over her tongue and teeth and filled her cheeks and she nearly sobbed at the taste of him. Warm and bitter and disgusting and thick. He came, spilling his seed until it leaked from the sides of her lips. He grinned and pulled back. Watching as Yennefer leaned over and coughed, spitting his jizz over the floor before raising her gaze up to him, cum covering her lips and chin.

He slipped himself back into pants and reached to the counter were a number of small vials lay, clear liquid inside.

"The Succubi's essence in its distilled form," he said, answering Yennefer's questioning look. "Up," he reached down grabbing her arm and pulling her back to her feet. He wiped her chin and offered his cum covered finger to her and she eagerly sucked it clean.

"The beauty of it--" he said rolling the vial in his fingers between his fingers. "--Is that it does not change the nature of the affected. It sends your libido into overdrive and strips away all will to fight, to resist, and makes you incredibly suggestible. But it's still you in there. You will still hate me, you will despise everything single thing you do but you will do it and it will feel amazing."

"Where is she," Yennefer gasped her breath still labored. “What did you do to Ciri?”