How to Romance a Succubus II

Xorova studied her body as she took a walk around her master’s lair. Her breasts were enormous compared to her last few incarnations; they jiggled with every step, enough that she quickly decided to rework her dress into a tighter, ribbed corset. It wasn’t the leather dress he’d imagined, but hopefully it wouldn’t disappoint him too much. It pushed up and supported her breasts much better.

The strange shoes she wore, presumably some kind of fashion innovation made since the last time that she had been incarnated, were fairly uncomfortable. They had little stilts built into their heels, presumably to make her look taller, which seemed very silly. Mortals might have immutable shells, but she could just be taller.

She decided to replace them with flat shoes of a similar style and add a few inches to her legs. It probably wouldn’t be too hard to adjust to walking in them full-time if he really cared, but if he did, that would give him a great opportunity to command her to put on the elevated heel shoes. She was sure he’d be great at commanding her, and almost any process would be much more pleasant if she could do it under orders.

She didn’t really know how long a minute was, so she decided to just wander about until she found something worth bringing back. Her master seemed a bit thin, a bit of meat would do him well. She carefully adjusted the inner workings of her eyes, emulating the night vision of a hunting cat, though she couldn’t change their color. With a newly lightened stride, she kept an eye out for any small animals and was soon rewarded with a squirrel.

Unlike some of her friends, she’d never really had a combat magic phase. No ice needles or jets of flame for her; instead, she just adapted a spell she learned for bedroom use. Naturally, so as to avoid spooking the creature, she cast the simple spell silently.

She inscribed the appropriate runes into the air, Intentio Dolor, imagining that her fingers left behind floating lines of light. Once she finished the design, the squirrel fell out of the tree, writhing in utter agony as every single nerve ending in its body flared to life.

Xorova looked on, biting her lip in sheer envy… and a little embarrassment as she watched life fade from its eyes. She really wasn’t into bestiality, of course. The pain spell was just the only tool she had available.

Damn, though. What a way to go.

••••••••••

It was perhaps half an hour later when Kavros, lost as he was in the musings of the day, realized his mistake. Her feminine wiles had already forced him to make multiple mistakes on his very first night.

He’d said ten minutes, but he certainly didn’t have a good enough internal clock to track ten minutes. That was exactly the kind of ambiguity that a demon could exploit from a warlock. She’d left at his command with orders to return in ten minutes, but until she was absolutely certain ten minutes had passed she could do almost whatever she wanted.

He was tired, but he was Kavros Darkstorm. He was no fool, to have summoned a foul creature with no means to control her. Not the cantrip he’d used earlier; he had no way of gauging her reaction remotely. He had more powerful magics available to him, when he had the luxury of time.

He took a stick and etched a complex single rune, an ancient infernal word of command, into the dirt. It was the keystone to the most powerful enchantment laced into his familiar’s binding, Taisha’s Bond.

“Xorovamathandris!” He whispered into the glowing rune, already saturated with his will, “Without delay you shall disassemble any traps you have constructed since you were summoned, and then return to kneel before me.”

Not three minutes had passed before she returned to him on silent wings, her binding ribbon alight with deep midnight blue energy. Clutched in her hand was a squirrel, which she held aloft as she knelt before him in mocking surrender.

“A feast fit for a king, no?” She asked, eyes sparkling with mischief.

Kavros looked down upon her, eyes narrowed, and wondered what mischief she intended. She was so eager to offer it to him, there could be no other explanation. Even knowing the venom behind that smile, he couldn’t help but feel a tug of desire as she displayed herself for him. He shifted slightly as her eyes flicked down between his legs.

When bound by Taisha’s Bond, a demon lost all control of their body. They would obey the command given to them with absolute fidelity, to the best of the demon’s understanding. It could only command the body, however. He could not force the mind or magic of the demon in this way, else he would simply maintain the binding in perpetuity.

“What, mortal?” She asked, “Does my gift displease you? You seemed hungry.”

Kavros’s stomach rumbled in spite of himself. That cheese, diminished by decay as it had been, would not sustain him for long alone.

“Only that it is likely poisoned.” He snarled. “You shall prepare the squirrel, then consume it yourself exactly as you intended me to.”

Her body could be sustained by magic alone, but that energy came from somewhere. If she didn’t eat, he would need to consume twice as much. If it was poisoned, she would be able to weather the effects without vomiting and wasting the food.

“Do you really have the energy to spare upon such a spell, mortal?” She taunted. “Release your hand; there will be no sport left for me if you exhaust yourself.”

“There shall be no sport for you tonight, hellspawned wench.” Kavros said. “This is my place of power. You will find it impossible to overpower me here.”

Her body stood at his command, strutting across the broken tower to his sack and rifling through it. He need not worry about her doing harm to his remaining property, there was nothing of value left within that she could plausibly damage. Even so, Taisha’s Bond would ensure that she avoided any lasting harm to himself or his property.

Kavros, being only a man, allowed himself to enjoy the view of her soft curves as she bent at the waist to explore his only worldly possessions. Her posterior was plump, straining against the leather dress she had formed around her body. He noted with alarm that her clothes had changed somehow. Her bodice had been replaced with a stiffer leather corset. Was she hiding something inside of it?

“Wench!” He said. “What have you done with your dress?”

“I reformed it to be more to my liking, mortal.” She said, glancing over her shoulder. “Do you take issue with my decision?”

She didn’t find whatever it was she was seeking, and thus dropped the sack upon the floor. Right there, she began carving the squirrel with her razor sharp claws, slowly peeling the skin off.

Kavros wasn’t sure exactly what she had done, but she’d done it without his command. At least on this first night, he needed to establish himself as the one in absolute command. He also, he admitted, wanted to be sure he knew how far he could push her.

“You will remove your clothing before completing your assigned task.” Kavros commanded, “I will not have you hiding anything from me.”

She smiled at that, her teeth blazing white against black lips, and daintily put down the half skinned squirrel on a broken wall nearby.

“Oh, is the pathetic mortal hoping to get his thrills while he still can?” She asked.

In sharp contrast to her words, she ran one claw down her own sternum starting with the valley of her cleavage. She peeled off her corset and dress, revealing her pitch dark nipples and milky white skin one inch at a time. Kavros stared, refusing to do anything to draw attention to his rapidly stiffening member. The trajectory of her gaze made it abundantly clear she was perfectly aware of it already; it felt best to simply project confidence.

Her dress clung to her, leaving little to the imagination, and as it turned out it was held in place without fastenings or ties. She needed to manually remove every single stitch of it, physically cutting off or tearing off clothes that had been made without fastening with no intention that they ever be removed in any other way. Her shoes, a pair of relatively practical looking riding boots, were the last to go.

Throughout he watched with a stoic, commanding gaze that only faltered at the last moment. Standing before him as naked as a newborn, she plucked the squirrel from the wall and took a bite out of it as if it were an apple.

“You intended to force me to eat raw squirrel?” He asked, aghast.

“You don’t have flint and didn’t tell me to leave,” she said, “so no cooking.”

She took another bite, blood running down her chin, clearly relishing the taste.

“It’s your spell.” She said. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

She ripped off another chunk of flesh, giving every indication that she was enjoying it immensely. Kavros could not help but staring in morbid fascination. At one point after she took a bite, he even heard a whimper of pleasure. He knew the demons could be blood thirsty. He didn’t expect it to be quite this literal. She licked her fingers clean and then wiped as much of the blood as she could off of her chin with a tongue that extended several inches longer than any human tongue could.

She continued eating the squirrel, peeling it to reveal more flesh as if it were some demented banana. Her tongue flicked out to lap up the last of the blood.

This was new. Kavros knew that not all succubi were identical, but he was unsure how to respond to the knowledge that his servant in particular was so enamored with the taste of blood.

He needed time to think… and he really did need some food. According to his tome, succubi were safest if kept actively managed, particularly in the form of slaking their unholy lusts. He needed rest and he needed to eat if he were going to reassert his authority in that way.

The temptations of the flesh were not why he’d chosen a succubus; he’d selected this breed of demon because their possessive instincts rendered them relatively safe and easy to reassert command over. The fact that he had devastatingly little opportunity to slake his own lusts since he’d lost his family and position had not been a primary consideration in the choice.

It certainly hadn’t been a mark against the succubi, admittedly.

“Now, go and hunt another beast for me to prepare and consume.” He commanded. “It must be a creature of these woods, must not be sapient or humanoid, and must not be tainted with any foul magic, poison, disease, or rot when you return it to me. Return by the next dawn in any case, and do not allow yourself to be seen by any mortal save myself.”

“Very well, mortal.” She said, licking the blood from her nails. “You will have your supper by dawn.”

Kavros watched her take flight on her great wings with a leathery snap, and watched her form flicker and fade into the darkness as she wrapped herself in shadows. She was still naked, but Kavros suspected that hardly mattered to a creature of sin such as her. He’d ordered her to remain unseen in any event.

Kavros, curious about something she’d said, checked his bag. She was correct that he didn’t have flint, but he still had four alchemical tinder twigs. Thankfully unbroken in his small and nearly depleted fire starter kit, and unfortunately one more resource that was nearly depleted.

••••••••••

Oh, oh Maker Below, this was so disgusting.

Xorova couldn’t stop herself from taking another mouthful of raw squirrel and gulping it down. Even worse was the way her mouth refused to swallow for several seconds after each bite, savoring the slimy, raw meat.

His commands burned in her core.

Without delay.

Disassemble any traps you have constructed since you were summoned.

Return.

Prepare the squirrel.

Consume it as you intended me to.

Remove your clothing before completing your assigned task.

The only command he’d directly countermanded, to kneel before him, had washed away when she was ordered to do something she couldn’t easily do while kneeling. All of the rest were still completely intact and dictating her every motion.

She was eating it with relish because she’d really, really been hoping that he’d enjoy her first gift to him. Of course, she’d expected him to be eating it stewed, or at least fire roasted. He didn’t have a fire, though, and he hadn’t told her to leave, so she’d been forced to carry out the rest of the orders as best she could. She really had tried to think of ways to subvert his orders without turning him off, but nothing sprang to mind. She wasn’t used to bindings this airtight.

It was the most strange, humiliating, and unquestionably hot experience she’d ever had, and she’d only been with this man for a few hours. He was a keeper. He hadn’t even touched her yet, and she’d cum three times already tonight. Humans really were amazing.

She hoped he wasn’t tiring himself out too much with this spell. She’s been with a lot of guys that did that. They put all their effort into making a good first impression, and then they completely stopped trying the moment that she pinned them down. She really hoped this guy was better than that, and just to give him his best shot, she was already feeding him the energy that she had gotten by digesting the squirrel. It wasn’t as efficient as if he ate it himself, but she didn’t blame him for avoiding that option.

“You intended to force me to eat raw squirrel?” He asked, eyes wide.

“You don’t have flint and didn’t tell me to leave,” Xorova explained, “so no cooking.”

She took another bite, shaping her teeth into two rows of sharp points for tearing. Anything to get through the meat faster.

“It’s your spell.” She said. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

He narrowed his eyes and glared at her while she finished eating. He could have made her stop at any point, but he seemed to be enjoying himself. His cock was fully erect. He must have enjoyed watching her strip. Making her peel off her outermost layer of skin had been inspired; it would have probably been more painful if she’d just ripped it all off, but she figured she could try to make it fun for him even when he was taking his turn on top. It was the very least she could do when he was putting in so much effort.

“Now, go and hunt another beast for me to prepare and consume.” He commanded. “It must be a creature of these woods, must not be sapient or humanoid, and must not be tainted with any foul magic, poison, disease, or rot when you return it to me. Return by the next dawn in any case, and do not allow yourself to be seen by any mortal save myself.”

Ah, that was why. He must have sensed that she killed it with magic somehow. Maybe all of the clenching was bad for the meat? In any event, hopefully he’d build a fire by the time she got back.

“Very well, mortal.” She said, her body automatically licking her nails clean. “You will have your supper by dawn.”

As she took flight, she reshaped her feet into claws and adapted her eyes for better night vision. If he didn’t want her to use magic, she’d need to catch them the old fashioned way: by emulating a hunting bird. While she was at it, she shifted her skin to a mottled dark grey and green pattern that would blend into the night.

He was so clever. He didn’t break character at all and she already knew what he was expecting. He just slipped the hints in seamlessly. Traps? Poison? Curses? He was into the fun stuff. She was more of a bondage and pain girl, personally, though after tonight she might need to add degradation to the list. That didn’t mean she couldn’t meet him halfway.

Probably not tonight, though. Poisoned meals could wait until he had enough food to spare. Xorova had started to worry she’d gone too far when she saw that he didn’t have many spare clothes, but she figured he might be into it. There’s no way he would have reacted so positively otherwise. He’d choked her, with magic no less, only seconds after waking up. Got his thrills from having her step on him, and he was back in the saddle. She could really respect that kind of fortitude and generosity in a lover.

It was easier than one might expect to find prey on the wing like this. Sure, she couldn’t use magic, but it seemed like this forest didn’t have any griffins or rocs nearby. The larger game in the forest didn’t seem used to hiding from predators above. After only a short time of scanning through the trees, she spotted a deer nestled among the tall grass.

She circled it for a bit, making sure it wasn’t guarded by a buck, and then plummeted feet first onto the deer’s neck. Her talons bit deep into the creature’s spine with a crunch, and the deer didn’t stand. This one was probably enough to keep her master going for a while. She shifted her body to maximize muscle density and made herself a centaur just so she’d have a nice shelf to keep the deer on.

She didn’t want her new master to see her like this, since he seemed to like the form she’d chosen for him, but she wasn’t going straight back. She frowned at the deer, and decided to be a bad girl and snatch the first animal she saw with the same spell she’d used on the squirrel. She could just cook that one for herself while her master ate venison. She couldn’t wait to see how he punished her for this one.