How to Tame a Succubus - Chapter 2

Chapter 2 - Pushing the Paladin's Limits

"Why exactly do I need to wear this ridiculous outfit?" Jezelle protested as she tugged at the robe's drooping sleeves.

Since their departure from Alensted this morning, Juste had made her wear the garb of a Lumaris acolyte. While the succubus didn't mind the wardrobe change, she couldn't help but feel dirty in it, and not in the way that she loved, either. It was all a part of the Paladin's plan, she knew.

"It's only fitting that someone who has bound themselves to war against the darkness, should dress appropriately. Besides, it would raise questions if a Paladin of Lumaris was seen journeying across the continent with a common trollop."

She rolled her eyes and entwined a lock of brown hair that had fallen from her habit around a finger. "Because we can't have people thinking that a holy paladin is having illicit encounters. Such actions would surely tarnish the honor of his order."

He responded under his breath, flush creeping across his cheeks, "What happens in the battlefield and in the boudoir, are separate matters."

"Not to a succubus," she said, folding her arms and leaning back in her chair, smirking. "You know, as far as I can tell, you and I aren't so different."

That was only partly true, as she'd discovered during their journey so far. Despite her best efforts, Jezelle was unable to rouse an encore performance from her companion. She may have been displeased with the situation her new master had put her in, but she was still a creature of lust and desire. Not that there was any need of sustenance after how he'd fed her the night before, but it was something the succubus enjoyed nonetheless. It was much like the meal they were about to have.

"Would you keep it down?"

"You forget that I can still do everything I could before, except feed. You act like everyone else can see through my glamour. Succubi are masters of fitting in. It is only when we choose to be seen or heard, that we are."

"Still, it would be much easier if you would just play along, and try to fit in like a normal person," Juste responded, now folding his arms in turn as he tried to gather his composure.

"Where would the fun in that be, master?" The succubus grinned as she slipped a foot from her sandal and drew it along his thigh.

Since learning his dislike of her advances, Jezelle had made it her mission to take advantage of every chance she could to molest him. One way or another, she would teach him the error of his mistake. The redness returned to his face at her provocation, but before he could protest, she gave his area a playful squeeze with her toes. The paladin gasped in a mix of pleasure and shock, and backed away.

"I... I told you not to call me that!" He swallowed hard and visibly.

The succubus licked her lips at his discomfort, leaning forward over the table to show off her ample bosom as best she could in the modest robe. It was quite amazing what a well placed cinch could do. "But master, I'm bound by oath and by spell, to do your bidding. Isn't a devoted little slave all you wanted?"

"I... well, no, but..."

"I swear," she laughed, "If I didn't know first hand, that you could fuck like a beast-half, I'd swear you were as new as a maiden."

Jezelle had quickly come to learn that Juste was quite a bit more resistant to her charm than he had originally let on. It was almost as if there was another person sitting with her right now. The young man she'd journeyed with, was quick to change the subject any time she broached it. Perhaps he was in his cups that eve, full to the brim with liquid courage? Or maybe he truly separated business and pleasure as he claimed. Regardless of the reason, Jezelle determined she'd find out one way or another.

Juste stewed silently in his timidity, relief coming in the form of their serving wench. With practiced skill, she served the pair their meal.

"Anything else I can get for you?"

The paladin shook his head, but the server didn't even notice, for all her attention was on Jezelle. Their eyes had met for a brief moment and the succubus smiled a deviant little smile.

Jezelle answered for the pair, "Not at the moment, but... perhaps later?"

"Of course, m'lady." The wench curtsied with excitement in her eyes.

Jezelle tore into her meal like a fiend, quite literally. Though the illusions she'd cast on herself hid her true nature, her physical form wasn't actually affected, leaving her claws as threatening and effective as ever. Though she carried herself quite elegantly at all times, for the moment she seemed to completely abandon manners and courtesy.

Juste looked about worriedly as she made a scene that seemingly went unnoticed.

"I tol' you," she said through a full mouth, "there mmothing to worra abou'."

"Would it kill you to be a bit more couth? Everyone else may not be able to see you, but I still do."

Seductively, she sucked the roast chicken's juices from her fingers. "When there's an actual threat of me being caught, I'll behave. I promise I wont embarrass my master in front of his friends."

He shook his head and went about his own plate. In contrast to Jezelle's animalistic approach to eating, Juste ate his meal quietly and with care.

As the indentured succubus ate, she couldn't help but eye the young woman who had served their food. A plot began to form in her mind. Jezelle was determined to find out what Juste's deal was, and knew just how to do it. It took a while for the wench to finally meet Jezelle's eyes, but all the demon needed was that instant to cast her glamour.

It wasn't long before the unsuspecting woman returned to the couple with a pair of tankards in hand. "Begging your pardon, m'lord", but the barkeep sent these over for you," she said. She held the vessels just below bosom, as if to draw his eye her ample breasts. "He says to always treat you paladins right, because you're always helpin' people. He owes your order for savin' his daughter years ago. We don't often get heroes here, so if there's anything you need..."

The paladin watched her, carefully avoiding the provocative display as she bent over to set down the tankards. Between her supple bottom and her hanging teats, averting his gaze seemed to prove difficult to him.

Jezelle was quick to start into her drink, but watched the other two intently from behind her tankard.

He thanked the lady curtly and remained steadfast in his honor, as she leaned toward him to grab his empty plate and trencher. His discomfort was palpable, as her bosom blatantly brushed his shoulder. The girl lingered a moment with her eyes on Juste before excusing herself.

After exhaling the breath he was holding, he caught Jezelle staring at him. "What?"

"Nothing at all, master," she lied.

The whole situation with him kept getting more and more interesting. Jezelle wasn't the only temptation he ignored. Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice the slight enthrallment she had lain on the servant. He was trusting as ever. Jezelle took a deep, cleansing breath to rid herself of nerves, as the blushing wench caught her eye again. They exchanged smiles. The serving girl's grin was shy but intrigued. Jezelle's smile was deceptively innocent.

Though she'd been completely satiated the night before, her desire was being roused by her master's unwillingness. It was one thing to seal and bind her to his will. It was another to not use her like the worthless slattern she had become. It was enough to fill her mind with thoughts of fornication. A pang of frustration ran through her at the thought of how much she wished he would ravage her.

The rest of her meal was rather dull, though as far as she could tell, Juste didn't seem to mind the peace. The evening crowd started to pour in and the wench's attention was taken from Jezelle. With little else to occupy her, the succubus turned to the paladin once again.

"Where are we going?" she asked idly as she gnawed the last bits of meat from bone.

"South," came the reply. "To the capitol, more precisely."

"Why, so I can go join your Order of Sheep?" she snickered.

"I wouldn't use those words, but yes."

"You can't be serious," she said. Her expression was incredulous; her voice, flat and not amused. Suddenly his insistence on her wardrobe made more sense.

"The only way one can fight in the name of the light, is to be blessed by it."

Jezelle crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair. "There isn't anything more special about the light, than there is any of the other fae lords. Do you really think, having me say your words and swearing to your lords, will make me a paragon?"

"No, but it's a start. You may be my familiar now, but humans are different than your kind. I still don't fully trust you. At least by doing this, it will show me your devotion."

The little fool wasn't as stupid as she had begun to think. Despite what he thought, she had little choice in the matter. As his bound familiar, she had to obey whatever her master ordered. Deep within, a tiny part of the succubus didn't seem to mind. There was a flicker of pleasure she enjoyed when ordered and commanded. It was different than the pleasure she derived from her hunger, but it felt like if she gave it a chance she could like it.

Jezelle squelched the feeling as much as she could, and glared at the paladin defiantly. "Won't doing that be incredibly risky, master? And not just for myself."

"It is."

She knew as well as he did, what would happen if their union was discovered. While Jezelle didn't plan on getting caught, if Juste was caught, she could be forever stuck as she was. Being fed up with his plan that she cared not to argue, she started to think of other things.

With sultry enthusiasm, she acted as if she was conceding. "Very well. Whatever my master asks of me, I shall obey."

Juste looked at her with an uncomfortable shyness while she shamelessly tried to seduce him. When their eyes met, he quickly looked away.

The paladin perplexed her, truly. For all his youth and vigor, he certainly was bashful, especially considering what they'd already done together.

Her ruby eyes, masked by enchantments so that only Juste could see their unnatural colour, stared lustily at the young paladin as she rested her chin on her hand. "Master, if this humble one may ask something..."

Juste took a slow drink, hesitating. A subtle tightness showed around his eyes and betrayed his apprehension for what questions his unpredictable thrall might pose. After a moment, he nodded.

"How would you like me tonight?" Jezelle asked. She bit her lip coyly, knowing it would set him off.

Despite his mental preparation, the question seemed to catch him off guard. Juste began choking on a mouthful of ale. He managed to avoid making too much of a mess of the table and attire, though his dignity was surely damaged.

As soon as he could muster enough breath to do so, he stammered, "In your room, of course."

"My room?" asked Jezelle, tilting her head in confusion. Despite her contempt for the young warrior and her current circumstances, she still wanted to fuck.

Juste nodded in affirmation as he wiped up what spilled drink he could. "Even with us bound, it wouldn't be proper for us to share a room. A man and woman can only do such a thing if they're united in the light."

The succubus rolled her eyes and sulked. "But I'm not a woman!"

"Exactly!" he said harshly. "It would be even more dangerous then."

Jezelle folded her arms and assumed an unhappy expression. She wouldn't press the point, but neither would she let him go without knowing her disappointment. "Very well, master. As you command. It is my pleasure to serve you any way you require, even if it is not at all."

He seemed unsure of her sudden cooperation, but took her at her word that there would be no more issues.

Jezelle felt she was really starting to figure things out. Her righteous captor's reluctance seemed to stem from personal belief more than anything. Juste had probably spent most, if not all, of his life in servitude to the light, which could explain his chaste and proper attitude towards her, barring their first encounter, of course. Her theory seemed incompatible with the events of the previous night, but it was her only starting point. She would simply have to be patient in putting together the pieces of the puzzle that was Juste the Paladin.

Juste stood, and declared, "Our rooms are right next to each other. But I expect you not to try anything," he placed a key on the table near her.

"You have my word, master. Are you off to bed already?" She inquired.

"Aye. We'll depart tomorrow morning after we break our fast. So be ready by then."

"I shall." She smiled.

The paladin departed, leaving her alone at the table.

The moment he disappeared from sight up the stairs, Jezelle was quick to searched out the serving wench. There was no way in hell her bed would be cool tonight. If her master wouldn't take her, then she would find someone who would. Besides, it would make for a good test of what enchantment the paladin had sealed her with. When she spotted her target, Jezelle locked eyes with her and sent a subtle command through her glamour.

The woman was before Jezelle in short order, another draught of ale in hand. "'Ere you go, m'lady." she cooed almost obediently. "Will there be anything else?"

The hopeful air the girl carried, pleased Jezelle well. The alluring fiend drank deeply from her fresh tankard. It felt good to be desired the way she'd come to expect. Her lack of success with the paladin had begun to irritate her.

With a sigh of contentment, Jezelle commanded, "Your name, to start."

"They call me Gretchen."

"Well, Gretchen, I am Jezelle. The pleasure is all yours I assume." She smiled, "What time do you finish your duties tonight?"

"Whenever m'lady allow it... ," she replied, anticipation clear in her eyes. A subtle blush welled up on her smooth cheeks.

"Cute, but not what I meant. Lucky for you, I don't need you to be a scholar. You can drop the formalities as well."

"Oh!" Gretchen realized the intent of her customer's question, completely unfazed by the slight. "I finish at eleven. The owner says I'm not experienced enough to handle the overnight crowd yet."

As the young lady began to twirl her crimson locks playfully and drone on about her work, Jezelle glanced at the clockwork abomination that hung on the wall. It took her a few moments to decipher what time the girl meant. Most of demonkind had little to no use for the technology of the mortal races. The few that did, were written off as influenced by the humanoids. The clock might have been more convenient for telling time if she actually understood it, but steam and clockwork was something Jezelle struggled to grasp even the basics of. The demon determined that it was probably still a few hours until then, but made no difference in the end, she would get what she wanted eventually.

Without a care for what the girl was saying, she interrupted Gretchen. "Very well," said the demon. "I shall require drink until you are done. If you can see to that, I will ensure your gratuity is quite..." Jezelle let her voice trail away, plastering a seductive smile on her face before continuing, "sufficient."

Gretchen smiled eagerly and offered a sultry curtsy. "As you wish, mistress."

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Tongues lashed violently as Gretchen pressed the robed succubus to the wall. Despite her efforts to pace herself, she couldn't wait until they reached Jezelle's room. Jezelle's hunger sparked and smouldered within her at the prompting of Gretchen's youthful lust. Bountiful bosoms mashed together as the servant started to breathe her passion heavily.

The succubus didn't mind at all, but she didn't wish to cause any trouble for her master. Jezelle doubted that any of the inebriated patrons of the inn would truly mind the display of two beauties entwined amorously, but the fact that one of them was, for all intents and purposes, a holy acolyte of Lumaris would almost ensure a scandal for her master.

A wave of her hand dismissed the flames of the candles illuminating the hallway. She tried to break the kiss with Gretchen, only to find her attempt met with the serving wench's surprisingly intense refusal to cooperate. Gretchen latched onto Jezelle's lower lip, trying to hold her close.

With an assertive look, Jezelle cowed the young woman and stepped back. She took the wench's hand, dragging her farther into the darkened corridor. People rarely questioned two lovers in the dark.

Gretchen followed, silent and obedient, as she directed the focus of her mouth to the guiding hand of her mistress. Once adequately cloaked in the shadows, Jezelle ran her fingers through the ruby curls of her captive. The succubus gripped the silky locks in her hand and pressed her mouth once more with just enough force to cause a gasp of pleasure.

"Ooooh! Mistress you're so rough," the wench purred like a kitten as she sought her lover's lips.

"Does it not please you?" Jezelle questioned with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

She didn't expect an answer, what with Gretchen's tongue so preoccupied, but she didn't need one. Being able to read and anticipate her partner's lusts and desires, was something all succubi did naturally. Normally it was used to bring her partner to the epitome of climax so she could best feed off of them, but it served her just as well now. With Juste having sealed her feeding capability, Jezelle needed to find out how extensive her new limitations truly were. If her abilities were as locked as the paladin insisted, then she would need to make the best use of what energy she currently had in store. It hadn't cost her much to entice the young woman. Not only did the wench seem to enjoy the company of women, but she'd been eying up Jezelle all evening, even without the influence of the demon's glamour.

"A bit of a freak, aren't you?" the succubus panted, as Gretchen's tongue left her mouth and trailed down over her chin and neck. Jezelle played up her costumed role, "Wanting a taste of the Light's forbidden fruit? Allow me to indulge you." She grabbed a fistful of red hair and urged Gretchen down to her knees, while lifting the skirt of her own white robe with the other hand.

Needing no instruction, the mortal nestled between the smooth thighs of her lover and began to lavish Jezelle anew with kisses. Gretchen's painted lips left a rosy trail as they sought the wetness her partner's humble undergarments concealed. The wench's hands were nearly as eager as her tongue in removing the linens, eagerly pulling them down to her ankles.

Jezelle stepped out of the garments and kicked it aside without a care. The succubus felt a flash of coolness as her sensitive arousal met the cool air for a few startling seconds. She shivered, but it didn't last as Gretchen's warm mouth assailed her loins. In only a few short moments, Jezelle could feel her appetite being sated. The interplay of Gretchen's slick tongue and ragged breathing against the wet folds of the fiend's sex was astoundingly gratifying.

The suddenness of the assault caused Jezelle to let go of her skirt. She reached one hand up to hold the candle sconce above her and her other taloned hand clawed at the wall. The white robe spilled over the wench, creating an obscene mass underneath the robe. Jezelle gripped the wall and the sconce, bracing herself for the pleasure. A deep, throaty moan escaped her lips.

Being hidden beneath Jezelle's vestment didn't seem to deter Gretchen in the slightest. The wench slathered the demon's sex with her mouth and tongue, sucking at the nub of her clit. She moved one hand under her chin and teased Jezelle's slit with her fingers before pushing one into her hot hole.

The sensation started to overwhelm Jezelle as fingers probed her slit deeply. The demon squirmed in ecstasy, clutching the sconce for balance with one hand, and putting the other to her mouth to stifle her moans. She spread her legs as wide as she could manage under the robe.

Gretchen took full advantage of the additional space. With one hand Gretchen fingering Jezelle to her knuckles, soon adding a second finger, then a third. Her free hand explored the deliciously soft skin of her mistress's leg. She stroked with tender fervor, sliding her hand up to grasp her inamorata's voluptuous rump. With strong fingers groping the plaint flesh of the ass cheek, she pulled her lover closer. The longer she slurped at the succubus' snatch, the more intoxicated she became with the aphrodisiacal nectar, and the more fervently she licked. The hungry girl lapped at every bit of the succubus that her mouth and tongue could reach, as if her life depended on it.

As Jezelle felt her slave's licks and suckles upon her clit and labia, and occasionally trying to slip her tongue inside amongst her fingers, the demon's orgasm was building. Gasps of pleasure slipped between her fingers as she started to care little about anything but her own lust. The intensity spiraled nearly to its peak as Gretchen released her ass and quite clearly began pleasuring herself.

Gretchen writhed beneath the robe's skirt; her moans louder, intensifying her breath against her lover's sex.  As Gretchen was nearly overloaded by having her fantasy granted, she was quick to join the succubus at the edge of orgasm. After a few more licks and moans, Jezelle humped her hips against her lover, bracing herself for the inevitable.

But nothing happened.

The succubus was left panting, confused and frustrated as all of the built up pleasure dissipated.

Gretchen's climax was quite loud, despite having her mouth full of flesh. The wench pulled her fingers from Jezelle and used her wet hand to clutch her lover's leg under the robe, holding herself up as her body shuddered. Her own thighs clamped around the hand between her legs, and she pressed her mouth against Jezelle's wet flesh, moaning in ecstasy.

What just happened? Jezelle thought desperately.

"Oh gods... that was... so... good..." Gretchen crawled out from under the robe and knelt, panting heavily. "It's like ye' knew... what I've always wanted..."

Jezelle shook her head. It was just a fluke, she thought. Nerves, nothing more. 

She focused on the wench. "Don't think we're done yet. The night is young and I hunger as well."

Jezelle pulled Gretchen by the shoulders, urging her to stand. She held Gretchen's arm with one hand and lifted her chin with her other hand. She smiled at the wench's post-orgasmic expression and then licked the young woman's lips clean. Without needing to say anything more, the pair made their way hastily to the room of the succubus.

Not thinking twice about her odd inability to cum, Jezelle was quick to lock lips with Gretchen once the door was shut behind them. With the skill only a succubus could possess when disrobing a paramour, she made quick work of her lover's corset and skirt. Gretchen's voluptuous breasts strained and stressed the buttons of her blouse. With a little help from Jezelle the shirt was unfastened to free them. With an almost dance-like spin, the pair changed places and the demon playfully pushed her partner onto the bed.

Gretchen leaned back on her hands and spread her legs, revealing her red-tufted sex. She bit her lip in anticipation as she watched the succubus strip. One hand instinctively found its place at her slit as Jezelle wriggled and undid the cinch that kept her acolyte's robe fitting snugly around her waist and bust. A series of sultry, hem-raising twirls revealed her bareness. Jezelle stopped, faced Gretchen once more and caressed her own body. With a slight moan to her own touch, she lifted up the robe to show her legs teasingly before slipping the garments up over her shoulders and letting them drop slowly to the floor.

Her glamour dropped along with her vestments, though it hardly mattered if she revealed her true self. Once bound with the enchantments of a succubus, their victim became an oblivious little servant. It was a relief to finally be free of the illusion that slowly drained her essence. Not wanting to keep her lover waiting, Jezelle made haste to join her on the bed.

Tongues and legs entwined passionately as the pair embraced in the dim candlelight. With some shifting and sliding, it wasn't long before both of their sexes pressed together. Moans exchanged as freely as saliva, as their mouths barely separated. The eagerness of Gretchen titillated the succubus. While she enjoyed being full of a man more than anything, there was something special and unbeatable about how a woman pleasures another. Though the urgency of her lust pressed her, there was still a tenderness to the human's touch, as one hand caressed Jezelle's breast. The sensation of the wench's large breasts and erect nipples was divinely titillating to the succubus. Jezelle didn't even mind that her bust was nearly dwarfed by that of Gretchen's.  As hips gyrated, clit and labia ground together in wet abandon. Their juices were stirred together in the sweetest of nectars between them.

An eternity seemed to pass as the two held each other close in tribadism. It wasn't long before Jezelle could feel her climax approaching again. Craving release, the succubus dug her claws into Gretchen's ass, firmly enough to hold her but not enough to draw blood. In utter need, she pulled her close, pressing Gretchen's snatch even harder against her own to intensify the sensations. The servant took note of her mistress's desire and began to buck her hips wildly.

"Ahhh Lady Jezelle... I'm so close... I... ahhh...."

"Don't you dare stop," Jezelle moaned as her fingers wound through Gretchen's hair and she rolled onto her side, pulling the wench with her.

"I live to obey you!"

Gretchen screamed as claws raked from her ass down around her thighs. Her hands went to the lusty demon's hips and held them firm as the partners scissored. Under the succubus' spell Gretchen ground and thrust against her mistress with vigor.

Jezelle's idle hands sought her own breasts, groping them with the same ferocity as a perverted old man with a cheap young harlot. Between her fingers, her rock hard nipples were teased and tugged in attempt to push her past the brink. As she watched Gretchen ravage her, the human's mouth hanging open and her great breasts bouncing vivaciously, Jezelle felt everything coming to fruition once more.

"Right there... oh yes...I'm going to... " with eyes firmly shut, Jezelle's back arched as she neared the peak. "AH.... aaaah...? What... no... NO!"

Her eyes opened wide in shock. She collapsed onto the bed and could do nothing but stare at the ceiling as pleasure seeped away once again. What had Juste done to her?

You know exactly what he did, she thought. He took away more than just your ability to feed...

No. There had to be a mistake, there just had to be. Maybe I'm just not trying hard enough. She was a succubus; there wasn't any way that she couldn't be fucking properly. Maybe her chosen plaything was just no good? Her mind started to race as worry found its way into her deeply.

Minutes passed, and only then did Jezelle notice the wench was unconscious against her. Under the heady influence of the succubus, the unsuspecting woman had been so relentless in her sexy assault that she'd fainted.

"When did I...?" Jezelle didn't remember enchanting her so intensely.

The wench had clearly been driven beyond her limits by spell, yet the succubus had no memory of casting anything. Haze started to creep into her thoughts. Whatever was happening to her right now, had roused her hunger enough that it was starting to take control, and the fiend didn't even notice until now. It was but a slight rumble in her soul, but a moment of weakness is all it takes for her to lose everything. it had given her an active desire to feed. Before their rendezvous, Jezelle had fully intended the romp to be nothing more than a little fun, but panic was starting to change that.

He's just a weak human, he couldn't possibly control you like this. You're better than him.

Jezelle hated to let her hunger control her like this, but she couldn't help that her hunger was right about this. Against her better judgment, the succubus gathered her composure and looked at Gretchen. The redhead rested so peacefully now, flush and exhaustion bloomed on her beautiful face. Delicately, Jezelle lifted her by the chin to bring their lips level. She gently tried to tame the maiden's unruly hair, frizzed and wild from their passion, tucking a few strands behind Gretchen's ear.

Then Jezelle closed her eyes and began to chant.

The demonic language would sound enticing to all who could hear. Even the sleeping wench stirred as the magical words resonated with an infusion of pure desire. Her eyes opened with an illuminating glow and the succubus sealed the spell with a kiss. Her tongue slipped easily between Gretchen's lips and set to work. The embrace lasted no more than a few seconds.

When Jezelle ceased her oral invasion, Gretchen awoke with a deep gasp and eyes aglow in spell. Her heavy breasts rose and fell as she tried to discern what was happening. Her mind had, for all intents and purposes, shut off from the pleasure overload, and the succubus had forced it back to work.

"M... M'lady..?" she asked in confusion as to what was happening.

"Your mistress isn't done with you yet," Jezelle said crossly.

The best answer Gretchen could muster in her daze, was a nod.

She crawled about her mistress, until she came to rest with her head between her thighs and Jezelle's head between her own. The moment Gretchen's sex was within reach, the succubus buried her face in the woman's sopping privates. She breathed in deeply to take in the scent of their combined juices, trying to boost her senses with desire. She playfully nipped at Gretchen's well groomed mound, but was so overburdened with need that she dove right in to the main course. One may think it self-destructive that a succubus could be susceptible to their own nectar, but it rarely mattered in the heat of the moment.

The demon's long tongue slipped past her fangs and lapped up every drop. It didn't take long for there to be nothing coating Gretchen's thighs, ass and pussy but the Jezelle's own spit. The only place where the slave's wetness remained was deep within, and that is where Jezelle's tongue plowed next. As the serpentine muscle penetrated the human, Jezelle spread her own legs wide to encourage Gretchen to get nice and close. The wench licked and fingered Jezelle with abandon.

As encouragement for doing so well, occasionally the succubus would pull out her tongue and slap the quickly reddening ass of her servant with it. "Oh yes, my sweet... right there... You can do it."

All that mattered to Jezelle at that moment was her own impending climax. She was getting close to achieving the orgasm she longed for. Not wanting to risk losing it again, she continued fervently, devouring the human's pink inner flesh as if it were her last meal. Her tongue pressed as deeply as it could within Gretchen and thrust in and out as if it were a cock. Feeling the human's vagina tighten around her tongue as Gretchen convulsed in orgasm started to push the frustrated succubus over the edge. Jezelle was relentless as she tried to give herself the final push.

But after nearly a minute of drawing out Gretchen's climax, Jezelle threw her head back in torment as her own release evaded her yet again.

Her whole body ached as the built up pleasure tightened her core again, before receding from her once more. Jezelle didn't understand at all what was happening. Had her master truly been so cruel as to deny her orgasm? What sort of monster is he? Frustration built up in her as she could tell Gretchen had fainted atop her again.

Don't give up... There's another way...

The succubus blinked, considering the hunger's suggestion. Had she been more rational, the hunger's increasingly intrusive pull would have been ignored, but Jezelle was panicking. No demon could ever be suppressed by a human like this. Being bested by him in bed was bad enough, but this would be beyond embarrassing. It would be like an arachnid whose silk was stolen, or an orc without their weapons. It was completely and utterly unacceptable.

She began to chant the rousing spell once more, placing the kiss into Gretchen's gaping, wet cunt. The human's reaction to it was slower than before, but again the girl rose. She slowly looked back at her mistress with a desperate reluctance in her lust drunk half-lidded eyes. She couldn't take much more.

Jezelle urged her slave to crawl forward and hold still on her elbows and wide-spread knees, as the succubus extracted herself from beneath. The demon rose to her knees between the pale feet of her servant positioned before her.  She splayed her hands above her own belly and began to cast a new, even more vulgar spell.

Jezelle let out a guttural moan, "Uhhh..." and arched her back, light beaming from the area below her claws.

When the arcane illumination subsided, Jezelle licked her lips and slowly stroked her newly formed male cock. There was a craziness in her eyes as she slowly leaned on top of her playmate. Jezelle's perverted tongue teasingly slurped at the human's neck as the magical cock rested between her firm buttocks. The member throbbed as its length ground against Gretchen's moist vulva.

"You had best prepare yourself, my little servant," she purred into Gretchen's ear with a hint of madness. The hunger had awakened once more from all her spell use and its need for release was blatant. "It's going to be a long night."

To Be Continued...?

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