Find a test subject for the spell 'Soul of the Succubae’

You look over the deciphered spells and quickly realize it would be foolish to test your first attempts at Lust Magic on yourself. It would definitely be wiser to test a spell that is designed to be cast upon someone else to be sure that your months of hard work had yielded success. You select one that you know well after weeks of study; ‘Soul of the Succubae’. You were quite sure that this would have interesting effects and after making the necessary preparations you headed out to the hall to find your first ‘test subject’.

Locking the door to your chambers as you leave you begin to wander the halls of the Unseen University looking for your first victim. You bow low to the few prefects you see patrolling the halls at this late hour. Prefects are senior and talented students trusted by the faculty to monitor the student body and defuse any magical ‘mishaps’ that could occur in a place like the Unseen University. You search comes to an end as you notice Elenor of Tracsor, a prefect from the desert nation across the ocean.

Her dusky skin and large almond eyes had always attracted attention from the male students not to mention her flawless complexion and the enticing curves of her very feminine figure. Her swelling bust couldn’t be concealed even by the thick blue robes that represented her chosen school of enchantment and her dark hair flowed long and silken down her back to end just above her pert gloriously rounded ass.

Drinking in the sight of her, you bowed respectfully a surge of desire grips you and you straighten quickly before she can leave.

“Prefect, please I need your assistance!”

The words spill from your lips almost before your brain can formulate an excuse to get her alone.

“Yes Apprentice?” she asks arching an exquisite eyebrow at you coldly. “What is the matter?”

“Umm… a spell prefect…” you stutter thinking fast “…an unknown being has manifesting in my personal chambers!”

“This had better not be a joke or a result of foolish spellcrafting.” She states in a warning fashion but still follows you back to your chambers at a brisk pace.

You stop at your door and gabble some excuse about fearing to enter as long as the unknown entity inhabited your chambers. Glaring at you the dusky prefect thrust the door open and stepped into your chambers, her hands already weaving spells ready to meet any danger inside. She gasps in shock as the spellcircle you had prepared before leaving snaps up about her and cuts her off from the magical source and she looks about wildly at the runes inscribed around the edges of the circle trying to make sense of their purpose.

“Don’t bother” you tell her huskily as you close the door behind you and seal the whole chamber with a brief gesture of one hand. “It took me a long time to learn this magic and you won’t decipher those ancient runes so easily.”

Ignoring her protests you make your way to a burning brazier on the edge of the circle and biting your thumb, let a drop of your blood to fall into the flickering flames. You mouth the incantation you had so painstakingly memorized over many weeks and step back to watch in anticipation.

At first nothing happens and you begin to worry that you might not have deciphered the grimore correctly but soon a red glow begins to rise from the floor and envelopes Elenor of Tracsor.

Your eyes widen as her feet gently leave the ground and she arches her back in silent agony. The blue enchantresses’ robe explodes off of her slender body in a cloud of shredded cloth and revealing her glorious naked form as she begins to change. Her long dark hair begins to float about her head as though she were under water changing from a jet black into a fiery red and her milky coffee skin begins to take on a crimson hue. Her large eyes flash and the black of the irises expands to fill her entire eye socket as small horns begin to protrude from the lustrous mane of red hair.

Most impressively her body takes on tantalizing transformations, her breasts swell from a large C cup to a voluptuous DD whilst her hips and ass spread and round subtly in an enticing manner. As you watched the hair around her womanhood shrunk until there is only a small patch of red curls above her smooth cunt.

It was over in a moment and she drops to the floor gasping for air then looks up at you from her kneeling position, her completely black eyes lock on you and her voice comes out edged with an echo of a supernaturally shrill tone.

“Who has summoned me into this vessel?” cries the creature once called Elenor.

Stepping to the edge of the circle with your heart pounding you reply breathlessly.

“I do! Your summoner and master on this plane is I, now bow to my will!”

Standing up, her swollen breasts quivering from the movement, she places one hand on her hips and runs the other down her smooth belly to her bare maidenhood as she moans in pleasure.

“Then release me from the circle master so I might serve you.” The creature purrs seductively.