The Moment That Changes

The next morning, Sav'era returned to Susan. The princess looked surprised to see her and quickly admitted that she had thought the day before must surely have been a dream. Sav'era laughed and shook her head.

"Of course not. If you do not believe me, believe your own body! I'd be horribly offended if you didn't feel like you'd done some work last night." She grinned. "But you should be relieved, your wedding is no more."

"Really?" Susan said, her eyes widened. "You swear?"

"I swear." The demon chuckled. "Word will reach you in some days that Drenthor is no longer interested in marriage. He will convey his apologies to your family and explain that something has come up which he must deal with and from which he cannot be distracted.

"Then it's over," Susan breathed a sigh of relief, falling back on her bed. "I have never felt so happy. Like a great weight has been removed from me."

"Don't celebrate too much," Sav'era warned her. "Your family will seek another partner. But for now, you are free."

"I don't know how to thank you," Susan said. "If there's anything I can do-"

"You have already done more than enough," Sav'era said. "I will leave soon. Once my injuries are fully recovered. You have given me more than enough energy but it will take some time to weave it into flesh and blood."

Susan looked troubled at that, but slowly nodded. There was nothing to be said for it really. Fantasies aside, she was a princess of Sylant and Sav'era was a demon. Any partnership would always be temporary.

"You'll stay?" The princess asked her, "For a little while at least?"

"For a little while," Sav'era agreed, Pashel's warning rang in her mind but she put on a smile. "I am sure it will do no harm."

"But what are you going to do about being seen?" Susan asked, gesturing to Sav'era's body. "You're um...well, kind of..."

"A naked red-skinned demon?"

"...Yeah..."

The succubus laughed.

"My dear little princess, I have already told you that I can alter my appearance at will. I wear this form because this what people expect a succubus to look like. It saves awkward explaining later. But watch!"

She closed her eyes again, drawing upon her power. She drew a picture in her own mind of her body as it was now. Sav'era was very aware of her body; it was one of her best tools after all. She could picture it as easily as another might breathe. Once she had done so, she simply altered the picture. She held the image in her mind and modified it, changing it to suit how she wanted to look now.

She would need to be smaller, of course. She'd keep the black hair, she quite liked it but her skin would need to be a mortal shade. Tanned would be nice, like she'd been out in the sun. She could have a smaller chest, and she would probably have to get rid of the pierced nipples and the piercing on her mound as well.

After a few moments, the transition was complete and she opened her eyes, spreading her arms wide and twirling.

"What do you think?"

"That's amazing!" Susan said. "You look totally different! Like a human now. I've never heard of magic quite like that. Can humans learn to do it too?"

"It's a hard skill to acquire," Sav'era admitted. "Even most demons can't do it. We succubus can get away with it because it's part of our natural abilities. Everyone has different fetishes, you see, so a demon of seduction has to be able to alter themselves to fit with whatever their current partner sees as sexy."

She held up a hand, examining it critically.

"Actually, the form of the magic that we use is rather limited. I can alter skin colour, size, height, some things like that. But I couldn't become an animal, for example or be anything other than human shaped."

Susan blushed as Sav'era spread her legs, examining her lower body with the same sort of critical eye. She ran a finger through her folds, teasing herself, and then pinched her nipples.

"What are you doing?" The princess asked, looking away. Sav'era chuckled again.

"After what we did last night, you really shouldn't feel the need to avert your gaze," The succubus said. "I'm not shy about my body. Enjoy it. As to what I am doing, I am testing sensitivity. It's always a pain when you take a new form. Either too much or too little...ah, okay, I think that's it. How do I look?"

"Like a normal human woman," Susan admitted. "Were you going for high born? You look like a noble."

"I was going for servant," Sav'era admitted. "But I suppose I can be a particularly fine looking servant. Do you have any clothes that I can borrow?"

"Can't you just make some for yourself?"

Sav'era smiled.

"Somehow, my dear princess, the ability to create clothes is not something that we succubus are known for. Quite the opposite, in fact."

"I suppose I can find an old uniform for a maid." Susan said. "Don't ask why I have it."

"Oh, that sounds kinky."

"It's really not!" Susan's face coloured again and she rushed off to fetch it. Sav'era watched her, a smile on her lips.

She was far too easy to tease, but there was something about her that Sav'era could not help but like. Pashel's warning returned to her mind, and the smile soured. She knew she was on dangerous ground here. Demons were not supposed to come to the human world anymore. Given her situation, she would probably not be punished for it as she'd had ****. But if she did not leave as soon as she was able, that would change.

_A few more days to build my strength, _she told herself. No one could begrudge me that. Just a few more days.