Consider how else to use her...

Flopping back into a chair wearily, your immediate needs satisified; you take in the sight of your new servant with renewed interest. The spell, or 'possession', had changed Elenor of Tracsor from the dusky exotic beauty that she already was into something even more desirable.

The creature before you still possessed Elenor’s beautiful heart-shaped face, large dark eyes and full lips but her dusky skin had an underlying redness that might have been mistaken for sunburn on someone of Elenors complexion and the changes to her body were unmistakable. Her gloriously swollen breasts sat high and full on her chest, dark scarlet nipples stiffly erect as though they only awaited an eager mouth to suckle on them. Her full new hips jutted enticingly and her perfect pear of an ass was now so prominent that you could feel your hands twitch to be groping at it again. Her enhanced curves made her otherwise slender, graceful frame even more pronounced; your eyes moved hungrily over her flat belly and her narrow waist and came to rest on those glorious and prominent mounds again. God they were spectacular!

Despite her unworldly beauty and earlier professions of devotion, you remain guarded and suspicious of her. Succubae were creatures of the Nether-hells after all, and they lived only to bring mortal souls back down to their realms as playthings for torment and ****. Any Sorcerer who had taken one as a servant had to be wary of their many tricks…

“Well can you make yourself look human for a start?” you ask feigning disinterest.

Eisheths all but scoffs at the question. In a flash her horns have disappeared, her skin lost the red, sunburned hue and her eyes cleared as though they hadn’t just been solidly black as midnight. Clothing forms itself around her body like smoke, solidifying into the familiar blue enchanter’s robe of the prefect Elenor and she cocks a playful eyebrow at you enquiringly.

“Fine, fine.” You tell her, waving magnanimously but she preens even under your stern gaze.

“This IS a fine vessel my master has chosen for me!” She exclaims looking down at herself and twirling. “Not only beautiful but magically gifted too! You will find me far more useful to you in this vessel then in the body of some talentless pretty like some masters might have chosen for me.”

You hadn’t thought of that when you had chosen Elenor for your first test subject and it worried you a little, but with the knowing of Eisheths true name you reassured yourself that you could control her.

“And just how can you serve me… Eisheth?” You ask her, “Other than as a simple bedwarmer.”

She seems to bristle at the idea of being ‘a simple bedwarmer’ and then falls to her knees at your feet looking up at you eagerly with those big beautiful eyes.

“With knowledge and magiks of my own master! I now possess the memories and gifts of this vessel, the one called Elenor, as well as my own. I can tell you of the final great battles between the Council of Masters and my masters the Lust Sorcerers, enslave the minds of others to your will or even summon an army of servants to do your bidding!” She tells you proudly then continues in a hushed and eager whisper, “I have two older sisters and one younger, just command me to summon them and I know that we can see you set high above your enemies before another full moon rises…”

You cut her off with a sharp gesture before she can get too carried away. She would have you imagining that you were only a step and a command away from being the over-lord of all when, in reality, you were still just a fledgling sorcerer who had just summoned his first demonic servant in violation of all the laws of the school in which you currently sat.

All this was very fine but what now?