A Succubus

Standing in the middle of the elevator, shamelessly displaying massive breasts, covered by a few square inches of translucent black fabric. Two barbell nipple piercings are easily seen.

You step in and your hand grazes her hip. Suddenly, knowledge flows into you. You can picture every inch of her form and you know things about her. If you touch her longer you know you can become her.

“Hello there, sweety, what’s your name?”

“I’m Jessica.”

“I felt your eyes on me. Do you want to taste me?”

“I’m Jules’ protege.” You aren’t sure where that came from.

“I won’t tell if you don’t tell.”

She begins massaging your shoulders. Your tension drains away and you feel her thoughts. Her name is Denise and she has no idea that you aren’t entirely human anymore.

“I’d like that.” You say seductively.

She reaches over and hits the emergency stop. You drop to your knees. You move her dress aside and marvel at her shaved slit.

“Mm, don’t be shy.” She encourages.

You dive in. You lick expertly, knowledge you’ve gained from her. In seconds she’s moaning.

“Unholy fuck, you’re good! I may have to keep you. FUCK!”

You feel her climax and her juices drip down your chin.

“Spread’m missy.”

You spread your legs. She takes a taloned fingernail and slits your pants.

Her tongue slithers deep inside you and she buried her face in your sex.

You begin to change. You love the feel of barbells in your giant demon tits. You wrap a strip of fabric around her neck. You pull suddenly, strangling her. At first she grins, excited about a potential kink. You pull harder. She looks up and sees her own face. With that she freaks. You pull even harder. With your full demonic strength you pull and you cut her head clean off.

As the body of the succubus evaporates into a sulfurous smoke. You admire your new form in the mirror. You are Denise. While you don’t have the powers of a succubus, you are one in every other aspect of your being. The thought excites you. You have people to fuck.