A shortcut back home

The two of you walk up to the front door but just as you're about to step forward to open it for Catrya she stops you. "Hold on, take this," she requests as she holds the flask out to you.

You take it and are surprised at how heavy it is. Thankfully Catrya passed it to you very carefully, making sure you had a good hold on to it before she let go, but the sheer heft of it still caught you a little off guard.

Once you have the cargo secured, Catrya reaches down and grabs the hem of your dress, pulling it up and revealing your slick pussy. In one swift motion she swipes two fingers all the way up your folds, covering her hand in your slickness. As you take a deep breath to recover from the unexpected touch, she presses her girlcum-soaked fingers against the door and begins drawing a sigil with it. With swift, practiced strokes the sigil is complete in only a few seconds. When it is complete she licks her fingers clean, making sure to pause long enough to give you a wink.

"Tasty..." Catrya whispers sensually to you before grabbing the doorknob. As she turns it both the newly-drawn sigil and the door frame begin to glow. When she pulls the door open, the doorway is filled with a blindingly bright light. She grabs your elbow and tugs on it, gently pulling you through the light while still being gentle enough to make sure you don't drop the heavy flask.

You stumble through the doorway, slightly confused why Catrya would so willingly step outside while baring all. To your surprise, though, you don't step out to the bright sunlight of the street or the distinct clacking of your heels on cobblestone. Instead you are blinded for a moment as your eyes adjust back down to dim light and you hear the hollow knocking of your shoes hitting wooden floorboards. Your mouth goes wide in amazement as you realize Catrya's spell has taken you back to the little love nest where you began the day.

You nearly drop the flask to give the succubus a hug but stop yourself as it wobbles in your grasp. She chuckles at your clumsiness and grabs your arm again to steady you. At the same time, she points to the floor and makes a slow circle with her finger. The straight lines of the floorboards begin to warp, spinning around and changing color until they swirl purple, glowing slightly with the demonic magic. They continue swirling faster and faster, until they stop all at once, the glow fading in a flash, revealing a hole just larger than the flask you are holding. Up from the dark depths of this hole many tentacles begin extending upward. The sudden strange sight makes you hop back without thinking.

With a chuckle Catrya steps forward and allows one of the tentacles to wrap around her forearm. "I'm sorry if they scared you," she reassures you. "They're just here to take that away," she adds as she taps on the flask you're holding with her other hand. Sure enough, many more come up towards you, wrapping themselves all around the flask. When they have fully surrounded the flask, several more tentacles spring up and caress your hands. "They want you to let go," Catrya instructs. You comply, slowly pulling your arms away. After your hands are clear the tentacles begin carefully lowering the flask into the floor. As it gets lower, more and more tentacles wrap around it until all you can see is the neck and stopped opening. When it finally lowers past the floor the portal snaps shut in a single quick swirl, and all that remains are regular, straight wooden floorboards.

You look over to Catrya and let out a deep sigh. "It's going to take me a while to get used to that," you quip.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Love, I've been around them for so long I forgot that most mortals find them unnerving," Catrya reassures you. She steps forward and embraces you again to reinforce her apology. Your stiff, nervous posture melts into her soft bosom and you return the hug, glad to be simply back safe and sound with your mistress.