To the victor...

A cafe in downtown Manhattan…

Sitting together at a café, the four succubae women under Susan’s employ waited, staring at a phone on the table for a call from Susan about the progress of their new office.

“Hmm, no reply.”

“Have you texted her?” Asked Janet, stirring her drink as she leered at the men in the coffee shop.

“At least three times.” Shrugged Mary Jane, sipping at her tea and leaning forward to check the update to the phone, finding nothing.

“Maybe she’s just got unfinished business left to attend to up there… You know, last minute paperwork.”

“Yeah… Maybe Jen’s right.”

*

With a bellowing roar, the Dominator increased his tempo, thrusting harder into the prone succubus who gasped and whimpered over the front lobby desk of her new business. The assault to her senses, her wits and her pussy was becoming too much to bear. The monster behind her, the dominator was like a living jackhammer made flesh, and he was chipping away at what little strength of will she had left. It was no mystery now how he got his title; a normal human woman would have either gone mad from multiple explosive orgasms or fallen into a coma by now!

“Grraaaargh! Damn… You’re lasting longer than I though… Maybe I WILL keep you!”

It took everything she had to keep everything held together, and even then, she could feel herself beginning to slip. A part of her wanted to relent and just collapse in a post orgasmic heap… But if she did, that would be the end of everything for her. Looking over her shoulder and wiping the sliver of drool escaping her lips, the woman looked up at the proverbial demonic minotaur fucking her. The Dominator snorted and grit his teeth, the veins in his muscles throbbing as he put everything into fucking the wits out of the blue skinned succubus in front of him, and he was slowly succeeding. Panting and moaning with each thrust, Susan tried to drain his essence but couldn’t even steal a drop, his will was far to strong. Gripping the counter, she thought this would be the end, she could already feel herself build to a mind shattering orgasm and her mental defenses were just about to break.

Then an idea hit her! If her defenses would collapse if she orgasmed, then so would his. All she had to do was outlast him, but how? Slowly raising herself up and collapsing from the constant barrages into her nethers, Susan looked over her shoulder, the effort to speak staggering.

“T-tha-t all… All you g-got?” Seeing him sneer in between thrusts, Susan had him. “C-come oh-on, f-fuck me!”

Roaring out, the Dominator caught Susan off guard when he spun her around to lay on her back on top of the counter, wrapping her legs around his waist and locking her feet together, Susan wailed as he increased his speed and intensity, grunting and snorting like the bull he was, his massive balls slapped hard against her bruise rear. “YOU LIKE THAT BITCH? YOU LIKE THAT?!”

Arching her back with her eyes rolling up in their sockets, Susan was at the brink. Her all or nothing tactics leaving her open but also leaving him to overspend himself, all she had to do was outlast him for just a few more seconds.

“GRAAAARGH! YOUR MINE CUNT, MINE! I’M GOING TO DRAG YOU BACK TO HELL AND FUCK ALL YOUR HOLES FOR CENTURIES UNTIL YOUR HOLLOW!!! I’M GONNA… GONNA… GOOOAAAAAAAGH!!!!!” going rigid, the Dominator’s balls tensed and fired off a torrent of cum like a fire hose into Susan, overfilling and overflowing until it splattered down the wall of the counter, his release so intense, his eyes glazed over and he shuddered, his mind going blank from overstimulation.

Now!

Pulling in everything she could leach from the post coitus dazed monster, Susan’s world exploded. She had drained from men several times before, even groups of men. Taking in little bits to sate herself or completely drain them as punishment. To her, humans were like water bottles of essence to drink from, but this? It was as if someone drove a firetruck up and shoved the fire hose into her mouth and set the pressure to full blast!

Every fibre in her body felt on fire as her muscles throbbed and grew larger, stronger, filling out her frame and figure by the second. The muscles in her thighs and ankles swelled larger, tightening their grip on the incubus to the point of hearing his back creak. Her toes merging and her heels lengthening until she had cloven feet of her own. Arching her back, she felt her abdominals develop into a six back of her own, her hips flaring wider and wider to accommodate her strengthening legs. Her arms swelled stronger, unconsciously flexing behind her back before she sat up and wrapped her arms around the Dominator in a bear hug. By now she was over seven feet tall and still growing while the red skinned demon in her clutches shrank and deflated; all his strength and power flowing into her. Gurgling from the sensation, Susan moaned out loud when her breasts decided to grow along with her, ballooning from ample DD cups to E, then F, then G cups. Her new expanding cleavage smothering and suffocating the now thin and frail incubus and still she grew.

Finally falling to her cloven feet and nearly losing her balance when she grew too tall to dangle from the lobby desk, Susan gasped when a second pair of blue horns jutted out of her brow to add to her original pair, contrasting their upward swoop like an antelope with the over arching curve of a ram’s. Her silvery hair exploding with growth to fill out and lengthen until it reached her lower back and down her broad shoulders. Breathing hard and coming down from an orgasm of her own, Susan Storm shivered and looked down at her massive frame. Easily eight feet tall, she had become both massively built and curvaceous! Flexing her arm, her muscles were like corded steel beneath smooth sky-blue skin. Looking down, she had to whistle at the full, pliant orbs of her bowling ball sized tits, their mass heaving with every breath yet they didn’t sag. Her hips were almost two feet wide to accommodate her muscular thighs and apple bottom rear, now solid with feminine glute muscles. Taking a step, she nearly tripped on her new cloven toes, her gait so much like wearing heels… Without heels. She had become immense, an Amazon of a succubus. She swore even She-Hulk was NEVER this big even at her angriest. It was incredible…

“You bitch! You fucking bitch! You’ll pay for this!”

Distracted by the high pitch voice coming from her left hand, Susan opened it to discover the Dominator… Or what was left of him. She had truly taken everything the incubus had to offer, so much so he had been reduced to a pitiful red skinned devil the size of a mouse in her hand. Thin, frail and screaming up a storm at the blue demon woman looking down at him.

“I win tiny, that means you leave me and my loved ones alone.” Smirking down haughtily at the tiny imp, Darrius Bardiche fumed and raged impotently in the palm of her hand, flailing his weak fists and screaming. “You think this is the end of me? No way bulldyke! I’m coming back once I drain my bitches dry and get back my strength! Then I’m going to fuck up that pencil pusher of a husband of yours… Then I’m gonna take my time with that kitten of yours, Valaria.”

Her eyes glowing gold, Susan slowly tightened her steel grip around the foul-mouthed little demon. “What was that?”

“You fucking heard me! I’m the Dominator Bitch! All women are my playthings. I’ll fuck her stupid until the only word she can say is my name! She’ll be my personal ball licker until the end of time, and when I’m done with her, I’m gonna…” CRUNCH! Clenching her fist like a vice, Susan Storm flicked her hand to wipe clean the filth that was left on her fingers, watching it disintegrate into red dust at her cloven feet.

“Dominate that!”