VB Day 9 - Give it a try

You appear in the bedroom, startling Moira. All Moira sees is Angela, wearing innocent, but gorgeous white lingerie. You quickly cast a lust spell on her so she won't be too curious about what Angela is doing here... but Moira has a strong mind.

"Angela," she says, looking startled. "Why are you here?"

OK, plan B.

"Shhhh," you say, pushing her down on the bed and putting your finger on her lips, then you kiss her, cutting her off from saying anything else. You open her robe as you kiss her, and when she feels your hands on her body, she seems to stop having questions.

You quickly find that Moira is much more interested in touching Angela than being touched by her. She hastily undoes your bra and buries her face in your breasts. Angela is a bit bustier than you, and sensitive too.

"Mmm," you moan, running your fingers through her hair as she suckles your nipples and caresses your body. Then you are on your back, and she's on top of you, taking the lead with the kiss. You put your arms around her neck and kiss her back.

Moira's... kind of hot. Her body is lanky and scrawny, but she's aggressive and obviously really likes Angela.

"Ah!" you say as she tweaks your nipple, and it's so hot when she kisses down your stomach, and you watch her slide your panties over your hips, then go between your legs. She's good. You don't need a penis when Moira can do this to your clit with her tongue.

"Oh god," you cry.

You end up on the other side of the room, in the armchair, naked in her lap, facing her. Her fingers are deep inside you, and yours are in her as you are locked in frenzied, gasping kisses. You look into her eyes as she gets close to orgasm.

"Do you want to be with me?" you ask.

"God, yes," she pants.

You do the spell.

Suddenly you're in the study room, not in an armchair, but in one of the normal chairs there. You aren't Angela anymore; now you're you again.

Moira falls off the chair, and you actually do too... you didn't plan that part. But you stand up as she looks around in confusion.

"You," she says, seeing you standing over her.

"Haha! It worked!" You raise your arms in victory. That was awesome.

"What's happening?" Moira frowns. For a woman who is naked and suddenly in a different world, she looks amazingly calm. She stands up, peering around at the tiny study room.

"I just enslaved you," you say.

"What's that mean?"

"I'm not sure," you admit. "I'm just a student."

Her eye twitches. "A student where?"

"At the Succubus Academy. We're in the Demon World."

"Ah, the Demon World," she says, putting her hands on her narrow hips. "I see. You disguised yourself as the object of my desire and got me to declare my devotion to you. And that's magically binding?"

"I guess," you so.

Moira looks surprised. "Yes, I just tried to think about resisting you, and my brain would not comply. I am enslaved. How curious." She still looks more intrigued than worried.

"I had to do it. Because you put us in that box," you say.

"I was wondering when someone was going to retaliate for that," she admits. "What's your name? I want to call you Mistress."

"OK, call me that," you say. This is a good spell.

"What now, Mistress?"

"How are you so calm? Aren't you mad?" you ask.

"Mad? Why? This is the greatest scientific opportunity ever offered to me. To see the Demon World with my own eyes," she says, sounding thrilled. "It's wonderful. I'll learn so much here."

Oh god. This is not a punishment for her at all.

"So, Mistress. What now?" she repeats.