A show of appreciation.

“I’ll leave you two to work out the details,” Ivy said, slipping out from under me and standing up, “I’m going to go and have my session with Mel.”

“Have fun!” Korivia said and gave my length another long lick. After the ifran left the room Korivia looked me in the eyes and giggled mischievously, “We’re all alone now, what ever should we do to pass the time?”

I would have loved to unceremoniously dump gallons of sperm down her throat, but that was about to be my life from now on. I wanted to celebrate this occasion and make it truly memorable.

“Climb on top,” I said.

She quirked an eyebrow.

“I want to know what a succubus pussy feels like.”

She grinned happily and then mounted me without hesitation and immediately began grinding her absolutely drenched sex against my swollen member, “Mmm, Mistress, it’s so big. I feel like it will really mess me up if I try to put it inside.”

I felt my cock twitch at these words, “Who knows, maybe that’s exactly what I want.”

She moaned and giggled, “Oh and look, it’s so eager.” After saying this she teased her lower lips with my tip. In doing so, an enormous amount of wetness oozed down and quickly coated my cock in her juices.

“What a slut, look at how wet you are,” I said in mock disgust.

“Only for you, Mistress. Please, may I put it inside?”

I narrowed my eyes and put my arms behind my head in a relaxed state, “Maybe.”

Korivia whimpered in delight, “Please, Mistress? I want to feel your big, throbbing cock inside me.” As she said this, she was moving her hips back and forth, sliding my tip along her soaking lower lips.

I simply rubbed my chin in mock contemplation, “Hmm, these are solid arguments.”

She wiggled and was blushing furiously, “Mistress is so cruel, to tease her succubus pet like this. Maybe I can sweeten the pot. I can look like anyone you want.”

Suddenly, it was as though a liquid had washed over her whole body in a sudden splash, and what remained wasn’t wetness but an entirely new shape. She was Veshra now, “Anyone at all,” she said to me in Veshra’s voice. Then she shifted again to look like Ivy, and my reflexive subconscious marveled at the taboo implications of the violet ifran being so ready and eager to be penetrated by me. Then she was Eruka, eyepatch and all, giving me that adorable and sultry look that fit her features so well. The cherry atop all of these transformations was that Korivia left the collar around the neck of each one, so I could have an easy time imagining them all with one.

“Hm, that does sound nice. But this is special, and I wanted it to be remembered. Appear to me like you did when we first met.”

Korivia smiled at me with Eruka’s face, then shifted one last time to her regular shape but with the smaller breasts she had at our first meeting. This brought my imagination full circle to that day.

“Perfect, now you may.”

I had barely finished enunciating that last word when my cock suddenly became enveloped in tight, warm, wetness. A moan escaped Korivia’s lips, and one nearly escaped mine too.

“Ah! It feels so good,” she said, though I noticed she hadn’t gone all the way down, and my cock was meeting resistance. It wasn’t until she slipped all the way down with a moan that sounded like half pleasure and half pain and a spot of red leaked from her vagina that it hit me.

A virgin. But a virgin succubus? I supposed anything was possible, and it made her pussy especially tight as it wrapped around my length, so I was not about to look this gift horse in the mouth. By the time she began moving her hips, making her bare and small breasts wobble as she did, I was on cloud nine. It was wonderful in a feverish and hazy sort of way; I almost didn’t really feel all there.

“Sorry, I might have forgotten to mention that I cast a lust spell on you. Don’t worry, it will make things feel way better.”

And she was right. My cock felt hypersensitive to the soft moistness of her inner walls, and I couldn’t help but look at every curve of her body. Even doing just that seemed to enhance the experience much more than it normally would.

“Yesss, Mistress, your cock is messing me up after all,” Korivia moaned as she bounced up and down on my throbbing rod.

“I’m going to...” I began dazedly, “I’m going to cum, I can’t hold it back.”

“Good, I don’t want you to. Fill me up, Mistress, please!”

This didn’t help, and even though she had only been atop me for perhaps only minutes, I burst inside her, unloading my thick stream of spunk directly into her wet pussy. The pearly white of my ejaculate mixed with the blood of her torn hymen to form a strange creamy pink color as it flooded out from around her sex and onto my pelvis.

“Fuck yes!” Korivia practically screamed and I saw her hips twitching as a strange but delightful rippling sensation milked my pulsing and pumping cock. As I continued to fill her with my seed, I watched her body, her heaving chest, her soft-looking breasts, her brand new collar. Mine. She was all mine. I needed to mark her.

I pulled my length out of her, in spite of whatever muscles that were causing the rippling sensation clamping down in an attempt to keep it within, and I let my stream of sperm cover her face and chest. By this point, I normally would have run out of supply, but perhaps because of the magic that was making this orgasm feel even more amazing, I hadn’t stopped, and I wasn’t sure when I would.

“There’s so much, and it's so hot,” Korivia said, using her hands to smear my spunk all over her skin, especially her small breasts topped with stiff nipples, “it feels so good.”

I slid myself out from under her and didn’t even wait for my climax to finish before I shoved my length into her mouth and immediately down her throat, grasping her horns for stability as I did. I actually felt her horns change shape within my grasp to accommodate my grip and knowing she consciously did that made me hard again as I began moving my hips to slide my length in and out of her throat.

She sputtered and gagged only briefly before seemingly adjusting her mouth and throat to accept my full length. Then she only moaned and wrapped her long tongue around my cock, coiling and caressing it as it made its hammering journey through her. She looked up at me with eyes upturned in absolute bliss.

“Your mouth is almost as wet as your pussy,” I said.

She tried to say something, but with her mouth wrapped around my stiff rod the words were lost until I pulled myself out and allowed her to talk.

She coughed a few times and with a hoarse and panting voice replied, “It’s a mouth-pussy.”

“Whose is it?”

“Yours.”

I lightly slapped her cheek with my throbbing cock, “Be specific.”

“It’s your mouth-pussy. Please **** it as much as you want.”

Well, how could I refuse an offer like that? I pulled her head back down to thrust my burning rod into her throat. This time there was no gagging, sputtering, or coughing. My cock slid right into her like her mouth was made for it. Specially tailored to accommodate it. I supposed that since she was a shape-changer that may have been exactly what she did, and I was glad for it. Gods, succubi were amazing.

It seemed she heard this thought because she moaned right after I had completed the thought in my head, sending shivers up my spine that shot through my body like lightning. The effects of her spell hadn’t weakened, and another climax was fast-approaching.

“This mouth, it’s mine,” I said hazily, thrusting my hips harder and harder. “Nobody can **** it but me. All mine.” I felt a little dazed as I said these things, but I was enjoying the rush of dominant power it gave me.

“Mm-hmm,” she agreed in a loving hum.

“Thank you,” I said, “you’ve given me the most wonderful gift today.” As soon as I said this, I could no longer hold back, and my spunk rushed from my tip in its usual constant stream, immediately coating the inside of her mouth and throat with its cream.

She began swallowing almost immediately, trying desperately not to spill any of the spunk she found so delicious. She ultimately failed, a stream of my semen leaked out from her lips and dribbled down her chin toward the pillows below, but it was good effort. And by the gods she was still trying her best, gulping down almost every bit of cum I had to give her.

A full minute must have passed as she continuously drank my sperm, though I had no way of knowing for sure, nor could I really trust my sense of time with a spell cast upon me. It certainly felt like a minute, and it was definitely a longer time than I was expecting before my stream stopped and I let out a deep sigh of satisfaction before collapsing back onto the pillow again.

After taking a few more determined gulps, swallowing what was left in her mouth, Korivia finally collapsed into the pillows beside me, giggling and panting, “So delicious.”

I felt the effects of the spell begin to fade as everything went back to normal. “Glad you like it,” I replied. I had to ask, though, “You were a virgin?”

She chuckled, “Of course not! But you were thinking about making it special, so I made it special too. I heard some humans are into deflowering, so I figured it was a safe bet.”

I looked at her, puzzled. This didn’t exactly address my question.

“I can change my physical shape at will, which means I can restore my hymen if I want to.”

“Oh, right, I guess that makes sense.” I was a little disappointed in myself that I didn’t put that together sooner.

“Which means every time could be like my first time, if you were into that sort of thing.” She said, wiggling her brows.

“Well, it certainly was satisfying, but as you could tell, staying away from that mouth was impossible for me.”

She giggled, “You do love blowjobs, and I can’t blame you. Either way, I’m yours now, so we’ll have plenty of time to experiment or just keep doing what you love most.”

I smiled, “Happy to hear it. Now, because I’m new to this idea, and because ‘whatever I want’ is a bit too vague, do you have any suggestions for things we ought to talk about when it comes to that collar?”

“Well, nothing is really required, it sort of depends on what you want out of me. There are masters and mistresses out there who make their submissives be with them at all times, there are some who let them do more or less as they please as long as they always come back, there are some who make them work for them if they have a business, some use them as bodyguards, and there are even some who whore out their submissives and keep all the profits. Really the only limit is what I’m physically capable of doing, and everything I own is now yours by proxy for as long as I have this collar.”

Being as overwhelmed by possibility as I was, I latched onto something basic, “Where do you live?”

“I don’t have a home. I’ve stayed at inns and taverns for as long as I can remember. I even stayed here for a while, that’s how I met Ivy. Sometimes I stay at Veshra’s place, but only if I’m ****, I’ve never felt comfortable being a leech.”

I nodded, “That’s fair.”

“But anyway, I think what you should really decide is what you want to do with me, using those examples as archetypes if you want. In an ideal world, what would I be to you?”

I thought carefully before I answered, “A vizier.”

She blinked, perhaps not exactly expecting this answer.

To help her understand what I meant, I tried to imagine a vivid scene in my mind’s eye, so her telepathy could pick up on it. I imagined a grand chamber with black stone masonry, vivid green banners, and braziers burning with the pale green flames from my dreams. At the end of the chamber was a throne fit for a queen, adorned with emeralds and built of unyielding shadesteel. The statue of a massive serpent coiled around it, a massive cobra head peering over atop the seat looking as though it were ready to strike at any moment. Seated atop this throne was me, naked but with jewelry of black, silver, and green wearing a simple crown that was sleek and unassuming but inspired awe and fear all the same. The throne was surrounded by massive pillows and laying atop one of these at my feet was Korivia. Though she looked to be my concubine, in truth she also was my most trusted advisor.

The succubus sat up to look down at me and grinned at this vivid imagery, “You know how most people, demons and humans alike, desire to have power?” she asked.

I nodded, “I’ve certainly never met one who would turn down the offer.”

“Succubi have that, but instead of aspiring to have power, they aspire to be attached to powerful people. That’s why even though succubi could make absolute mountains of gold being prostitutes in brothels like this one, we rarely do. We are so prized that lords, governors, crime lords, and even dukes and duchesses typically have at least one at their side. And this is considered a pretty good deal for most of us.

“The reason I’m telling you this is to provide context for why that image I just saw in your mind was enough stimulation to almost make me orgasm.”

I laughed. “Glad to hear you like it.”

“I’ll think about it. For now, though, I’ll just be by your side no matter where you go, at the ready for whenever you get any delicious urges.” She licked her lips for emphasis, “So what plans do you have for your very first rest day?”