Head for the office

Forcing the suit back into place with your mind, you can't help but notice how extended your labia is from the surrounding skin, its outline clear against the tight material. Practically dragging yourself up off the ground, you start to half walk, half shuffle towards the office door, keeping your mind as far away from sex as possible. Reaching the door and turning the handle, it swings inwards easily and without a sound, allowing you entrance.

The office is generally unremarkable, with several cabinets and a wall full of medical equipment. However, the succubus, D according to her signature, is seated at a desk in the corner, and turns to face you as you enter, though not without some difficulty. Your breaths come in short gasps, and the blue-skinned woman practically laughs at your clear arousal.

"My, my, seems like you're having quite the hard time." You finally get a chance to take a better look at your tormentor, and the rush of detail is almost overwhelming, starting with her head. Two tiny horns poke out from the top of her forehead, just below her hairline. Her face can only be described as gorgeous- beautifully shaped, a calm blue color. The left side of her nose is pierced with a small silver ring, and her pink lipstick stands out on her skin.

Moving down, you realize that not only is she wearing a labcoat, she's only wearing the labcoat, the front entirely unbuttoned to reveal her body. Her breasts are quite sizable, topped with darker blue areolae. She's quite well curved, with wide hips, and a thin glint of moisture peeks out from between her legs, just under a similarly dark blue slit. The final thing of note is her legs, completely shaven, which end in a hoof instead of a foot.

Sound escapes your lips, a tiny whimper, and you feel a small trickle of wetness run down your leg, somehow fitting between your skin and the latex. Her clear exposure does little to dampen your arousal, but seconds later her clear voice breaks through the veil, calculated and measured. "Now here's the deal darling. I know I mentioned some tests, and we can still do that whole cure and testing routine, but there's an alternative."

Her voice drops, almost to that of a whisper, but is still clear in your ears. "I can fix you... or lick you."