Undressing Temptations

It was not hard to sense Denise approaching, the lust empowered by her temptations made the girl a bright beacon to her senses, but the way the energy was weaving around her was strange. Still, her catching poor Aida in such a compromising position was worth expending the power to open the stall door. As delicious as that moment was... the Succubi grew concerned when the girl came into view.

She left those two to their own devices as she was trying to understand what the imp had done to the girls' mind. She could see that the imp had stupefied himself in the task, but the nature of his influence was so different then hears she could only get a modest understanding of the weave. The imp had, for whatever reason, attached parts of his own essence to the girl. Impish energy infusing her emotional connections? It was hard to understand why Kersat had done that if it was even intentional, and she did not know if he was trying to flip their deal on her somehow.

It was costly, but the succubi wanted clarity to understand what was happening, with a drain on her reserve energy she enacted a mental paralysis effect on Adam's mind. It was a substantial cost in power, but his mind would essentially be paused until the effect ended. Something tugged hard on the power she had been drawing on him before a surge of chaotic energy came back. The imp had done something clever, or stupid, or most likely both. He had anchored himself to her, she could not tell where, but it was a dangerous move.

There was power in emotions. Call it the human spirit, untapped potential, or what have you, but devils prayed on humans for a reason. The refined power gave them life, their abilities, and pleasure. Unrefined... well, regardless the tug felt of Adam and Denise. The Imp had done something to alter the flow of energy in their bonds, something that tangled and twisted it towards a break. The mind could fix a break... but the repair could counteract or even intensify the temptation and corruption that had been placed in her mind already.

She was already finding it harder to read the girl's thoughts, but she could read the emotions clearly still and knew the girl was barely holding her lust for Aida in check. She might be able to influence the effects with a few choice temptations, make the mind want to internalize what had been done to it. She would tempt the girl into needing Aida as a girl more then she wanted her friend Adam back into normal, make her wish to see Aida fall into debauchery acts with men and women, and make her desire nothing less than to follow.

“Denise.” His voice came out as a crease seems to appear down the middle of the schoolgirl outfit. A hand gripped the edge of the collar on the right, pulling down and separating half of the outfit at that point to reveal perfect skin. A thin bit of moisture remaining on the surface, causing a sheen upon the skin underneath the light as the latex was pulled downward and away from her collar bone. His chest now hairless while the underlining build had begun to soften and tighten to an androgynous appearance.

“Denise.” The voice was a bit higher, more right, as her name came out of those lips. The skin beneath the latex was slick and almost blemish-free, but more real looking then what had been covering it. What appeared to be Aida's massive right tit pulling away, exposing... a very modest, but clearly girlish, bosom. A small nipple rested on what could be a large A, or lower B, cup breast. The fake latex tit hanging on a flap from the section pulled away from the body.

“That's better,” The voice spoke, almost indistinguishable from male or female, as the gait shifted in their body, the form taking a much more natural stance as the hand slipped to the other-side before also bearing the other breast, drawing Denise's eyes to it as well, “I figured we should have a chat, so I put Aida to bed for now, as we figure out what is going through that noggin of yours.”

The succubi cupped Aida's breasts with her hands, Denise unaware of the grin upon the face as her gaze remained locked on those little bitty growing titties and their seemingly unnatural luster. Imagining herself cupping the breasts and licking those small still somewhat manish nipples, wanting to tease them with her teeth and suck them... maybe they would get bigger?

She remembered always being bored by how normal Adam was. How boring the nerdy teen boy sctick was and wished he was more... adventurous, amorous, sexy hawt, and different. Did she always feel that way? Didn't she always fantasize about corrupting him in so many ways? Wasn't that why she got into the occult, the idea of being able to change him into what he should have always been? No... is that really right? Were these thoughts really hers?

“What a tangled mess you have going on up there, darling... Might I tempt you with something?” The temptress using the other hand to lift the skirt up, the other rubbing a nipple, while she twisted her waist to bring her sizeable and grabbable bubble butt into view, "You can touch whatever you want for a few minutes... It could be our secret, Adam doesn't have to know!"