Succubus Quest - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Deep in the far reaches of hell stood the Black Spire of Paradise, so named for those hellish monsters that resided within the twisted structure. Home of the Succubi, the Black Spire was an imposing and cruel looking tower that resembled a gigantic rotting tree formed of the blackest rock. Impossibly tall, the tower stretched high over the fire belching mountains that bathed the blackened stonework tower in burning light.

Situated on the sixth level of hell, a fact that never failed to irritate Queen Filauria, the spire overlooked an endless bubbling sea of molten magma filled with the souls of screaming mortals. While the landscape was suitably horrific and terror inducing, the queen really didn't appreciate the constant taunting from those demonic entities on the more famous seventh level.

Nobody wanted to be in second place, particularly when you're demonic royalty.

Looking out from one of the uppermost windows, the most honoured succubus Kylana gazed upon the appalling scene with cold indifference. While the sight might have cheered her up before, now even this feast for the eyes failed to lift up her spirits. Resting her impressively large breasts on the window sill, the voluptuous demon let out a laboured breath that smelled of the sweetest perfume.

Even the sight of mortal souls roasting alive in eternal flame failed to cheer up her spirits. Twirling a single slender finger through her long midnight black hair, the succubus sighed forlornly as she gazed aimlessly out of the window.

"Why punish me with such an annoying duty?" she beseeched. "Why punish such a loyal devotee of debauchery?"

Footsteps echoed behind the succubus, the exact tone and pitch revealing the owner before they had even turned the corner.

"Hello, Lilielle," she groaned, thankful that her scowling mouth was hidden.

Lilielle was her personal slave, occasional lover and everything in between. Younger by several thousand years, the lesser succubus had been personally corrupted by Kylana, a decision that had plagued the demon's existence ever since. Lilielle, unlike most succubi, was cheerful and carefree and that wasn't even her most displeasing trait. The annoying harlot shadowed Kylana like a jilted lover, stealing her undergarments and erecting sordid little shrines in her honour.

Worst still, the queen had found it quite amusing and had appointed the bubbly little stalker as Kylana's personal assistant. Still, it wasn't all bad she supposed. Lilielle was a literal demon underneath the bedsheets and would do absolutely anything to please her beloved mistress of damnation. Kylana just wished that she would stop masturbating with her silken undergarments.

Standing behind one of the bleached bone pillars, Lilielle moistened at her master's words. Squirming her legs together as translucent love nectar flowed down the length of her smooth thighs, the lesser succubus admired the proud standing form of Kylana like an obsessive painter admiring some breathtaking work of art.

Kylana was tall and graceful with long flowing black hair that fell all the way down to her shapely buttocks. Wearing a breathtaking evening dress made of the finest silk, Kylana was sinfully beautiful even among the bewitching ranks of the succubi. From a distance, Kylana appeared no different than any other mortal woman but upon closer inspection it was hard to miss the protruding goat horns and snake like tail that weaved restlessly between her legs.

"Hello mistress Kylana!" she greeted happily as she stepped out into the open. "The Princess requires your presence immediately!"

Kylana almost shuddered at the name but fought down the most unladylike impulse to throw herself head-first out of the window. She really wasn't in the mood to indulge the princess' fickle whims, not today - or tonight for that matter. It was sometimes hard to tell what time of day it was in hell.

"Is that so," Kylana replied nonchalantly while trying her very best not to sneer at the situation. A single careless gesture or offhanded remark could land her in a world or torment considering the princess was involved and she would rather be flogged to bloody ribbons then wear that accursed holy chastity belt. Queen Filauria could be dangerously inventive in her judgements to those that caught her watchful eye.

"I'll suppose I shouldn't keep our royal highness waiting."

A succubus of Kylana's very capable talents should be out sowing the seeds of mistrust and damnation, bringing down entire kingdoms and corrupting those annoyingly uptight paladins of justice, but no, here she was playing caretaker to a spoiled brat of a princess with far too much power and little of much else. By the gods, she hadn't even deflowered a virgin since last nightfall.

"Please, do not trouble yourself Mistress" Lilielle whispered, those secret words only meant for the woman she loved.

Moving up behind the elder demoness, Lilielle could sense her master's agitation and dearly wished that she could relieve any undue stress or displeasure. The younger succubus breathed across Kylana's exposed neck as she leaned against the brooding beauty. Carefully, ever so carefully, Lilielle draped her arms across Kylana's shoulders and began to gently massage away the stiffness from her shoulders.

Kylana remained motionless as she enjoyed the momentary distraction, that is until the succubus felt grasping hands that shamelessly slipped themselves underneath both of her huge breasts. Weighing the impressively soft globes in her nimble hands, Lilielle proceeded to grope the other demoness while whispering sweet nothings inside her ear.

"I love you, mistress," she whispered as she continued to grope Kylana's perfectly round tits through the dark fabric of her evening dress.

Clutching the window sill, Kylana drooled like a common slut, the glistening string of spittle dropping down into her bountiful cleavage. Kylana wanted to protest, wanted to berate the younger succubus for once again overstepping her boundaries but her body had other ideas, a fact that Lilielle was acutely aware of as she cupped those large mammaries, her palms completely full of the supple demonic titty flesh.

Kylana knew that Lilielle was intensely jealous of her much larger chest and while her love was absolute, Lilielle couldn't help but take out her frustration as she playfully pinched and massaged her mistress' large mountainous mounds until Kylana gasped out loudly, her tender nipples standing fully erect.

Taking her sweet time, Lilielle continued to tease and knead her master's soft tits until she felt confident enough to slip out one of the aforementioned breasts from its constricting clothing. It flopped out into the open air, the soft feeling of bare skin incredible as she squeezed it within her clutching fingers.

"You have such wonderful breasts, my master," Lilielle whispered as she lightly nibbled on Kylana's earlobe until the older succubus shivered under the tender caresses.

"Damn you," Kylana protested. "Taking advantage of me like this."

"Just leave everything to me, master."

Backlit by the roaring hellfire outside, Kylana looked and smelt absolutely irresistible, a height of beauty only achievable by a sinful instrument of seduction. Lilielle breathed in the intoxicating scent of those long black strands of hair as she reached down to grasp the hem of Kylana's evening dress.

Summoning up a strength of mind she really didn't feel, Kylana grabbed the hands assaulting her and reluctantly pried them away from her tingling chest and nipples. Straightening out her evening dress, Kylana turned around and gave the slave one of her best disapproving stares. Lilielle looked like a hungry child deprived of her tasty candy and as she looked down at the obsidian flooring, Kylana almost felt sorry for her. Almost.

She was a high ranking succubus after all.

"Remember your place, demon slave," she said rather unconvincingly. Damn it all, she thought. If I hadn't been neglecting my own desires so much over the past few weeks than this weakness would never have presented itself. Damn that spoiled bitch of a princess!

Moving past several tall archways flanked by snarling gargoyles, the two demons moved steadily towards the inner sanctum deep inside the heart of the Black Spire of Paradise. Kylana walked in front while Lilielle followed respectfully just a few paces behind. The younger succubus didn't particularly mind following in her master's wake, especially considering the delightful view it afforded her of Kylana's swaying bottom which was clearly defined in vivid detail beneath the silken material.

Every succubus they encountered bowed respectfully to Kylana though none were too happy about doing so. Deferring to one's betters was a bitter pill to swallow for such prideful creatures of darkness but still, none wished to invite Kylana's displeasure, particularly when she had been hand-picked as Princess Aezyra's guardian.

If for some unfathomable reason some ambitious demon fancied themselves as Kylana's better, then the merest mention of Aezyra's name would likely make the upstart demoness wet themselves on the spot. If Kylana was fear, then Aezyra was terror incarnate.

The polished obsidian flooring gave a rather vivid reflection of the greater succubus' black laced panties and mouthwatering thighs as Kylana walked gracefully across the richly decorated hallway. Those scandalously small panties were connected to a garter-belt by velvety suspenders so thin, that they were practically transparent. As she walked, Kylana's beautiful ass jiggled seductively with each and every step, those smooth, perfectly formed cheeks barely contained by the demonic woman's sexy lingerie.

Walking just behind her master, Lilielle giggled incoherently as she watched every gyration of those wide childbearing hips as Kylana sauntered down the corridor. From a circler hole cut into the back of her panties, Kylana's small black tail wiggled hypnotically between those smooth creamy buttocks. Lilielle knew it was wrong, knew that she would be severely punished but she simply couldn't deny herself any longer.

Reaching out, the drooling demoness carefully bent down so as not to cause any suspicion and...

"Lilielle," her master said forcefully. Lilielle froze as if caught in time, her heart thumping wildly against her petite chest.

"I would punish you," Kylana warned without turning, "but I'm sure your stupid mind would find some way to enjoy it, as such, if you do not behave yourself then I'll just have to find a more obedient follower to warm my bedsheets tonight."

She didn't have to see Lilielle's shocked face to know the effect those carefully chosen words would have. While cruel and hellish torture didn't work, and trust the dark gods Kylana had tried, withholding sex or even companionship was far more damaging than consecrated holy water to the delicate flower that was Lilielle. A bit textbook perhaps but it had the desired result and Kylana remained unmolested, at least for the foreseeable future.

At last the female demons came across a grand set of towering double doors fashioned in the likeness of celestial holy maidens. When the doors were closed, as they were now, the two paragons of virtue appeared as if entwined in each others loving embrace, their stone lips kissing passionately to comfort themselves in this tower of sin.

As the creaking mechanism pried the doors apart, the stone maidens wept tears of glittering silver mercury that trickled down their marble cheeks. Kylana allowed herself a small smile at the irony of imprisoning two holy warriors as gatekeepers for the most depraved and downright sacrilegious area in the entirety of the tower which was saying a lot considering that this place was home to all the succubi residing in hell.

Lilielle looked up in wonder as they passed underneath the gargantuan archway, the sight of genuine love never failing to impress the demoness but for entirely different reasons than her older master. As a succubus, Lilielle was an expert on seduction and lustful emotions but couldn't quite grasp the notion of love. She dearly wanted to love her master Kylana but couldn't get her head around the concept, like a fleeting dream hovering just out of reach.

"Master," she asked, "What do you think of marriage?"

"Marriage can be a useful tool in seduction," Kylana replied.

"A useful tool but nothing else."

"Then," Lilielle ventured hopefully, "what about marriage between demons?"

Kylana couldn't help but sigh at such blatant naivety. She almost considered it a personal insult that even her harsh training couldn't beat those silly concepts of love out of Lilielle's cloudy mind. Kylana once again cursed her younger self for corrupting that seemingly innocent priestess.

"Don't ever spout such nonsense," Kylana snapped.

After that the two travelled in silence as they entered the diabolical and sleazy inner sanctum. Kylana lead the way while Lilielle contended herself by staring lustfully at her master's swaying posterior, the contours of her ass clearly visible as the soft fabric of her evening dress hugged against it.

As they navigated this twisting labyrinth, the sounds and smells of sex hung heavy in the air. Every single corridor they passed was flanked by occupied rooms where every kind of sin was celebrated and experienced. After a while, Lilielle let her curiosity get the better of her and peered into one particular doorway that hung slightly ajar, as if inviting the attention.

Inside, a busty succubus was smooching up a storm with several different versions of herself from alternative timelines and dimensions. Engaged in a fierce battle of dominance, the female demons fondled and toyed with each others perfect bodies with all the accumulated skills at their disposal to see which one had the better technique.

Forcing down one succubus onto the springy bed, the other demoness held her struggling victim down as she straddled her naked body. Hissing fiercely, they both fought for purchase as their sweaty bodies pressed tightly against each other.

Grasping the other's throat, the dominant succubus gleefully choked her fellow demoness while her other busy hand twiddled and pinched at the struggling demon's rose coloured nipples. Reaching back, she slapped those jiggling breasts with her free hand, each loud crack sounding like lightening. Soon her flawless tits were criss-crossed with angry looking red marks.

White bubbling foam dribbled from the thrashing demon's mouth as her throat was steadily crushed under the intense strength. Smiling bitterly, the succubus almost climaxed as her mind was flooded with intense sensations of pain and pleasure.

The choking demoness coiled back her snakelike tail and slammed it against her attacker's bare bottom hard enough to draw blood. Yelping loudly in a voice that suggested just as much satisfaction as surprise, the dominant demoness involuntarily released her bladder, the sparkling urine pattering against her identical sister's smooth thighs and hairless cunt until she was thoroughly soaked in the sweet smelling liquid.

Seizing her chance, the abused succubus reached up and grasped her duplicate's horns, cruelly twisting them until one snapped off with a loud sickening crack under the inhuman strength. Screaming loudly, the wounded demoness clutched her throbbing stump as she hissed with rage.

The bedsheets squelched as the two succubus struggled against each other, their hands interlocked in this savage contest of dominance until one slammed the other against the piss stained bed sheets. The one horned succubus snarled as her slender arms were pinned up above her head by magical binds of glowing magic that burned hotly against her skin.

Smiling savagely, the triumphant demoness leaned over her conquest and laughed in her face. Burying both hands onto the laying succubus' supple breasts, she pinched and fondled those magnificent orbs, taking great care on each of the stiffening pink nubs.

Returning the favour from earlier, her hand whipped around suddenly and slapped the helpless succubus across her mountainous mounds. Never tiring, she unleashed a flurry of harmful blows against those defenceless tits which shook like jelly with every strike until the demonic owner moaned loudly with masochistic pleasure.

Drool dribbled down her slackened mouth as her tortured breasts were covered with multiple purple bruises until her tormentor finally stopped slapping her tits but of course, this wasn't the end of it. Grasping her remaining horn with both hands, the succubus tensed before snapping it off in a shower of splintering bone shards that peppered against her nakedness.

The tormented succubus screamed and thrashed against her magical bonds but was unable to break the volatile energy that strangled her wrists. While the horns would eventually regrow, until that happened the unfortunate demon would have to suffer the shame and humiliation of her peers and be treated as a bitch to anyone that desired her.

With a cruel gleam in her amber eyes, the victorious female snatched up the two shattered horns before manoeuvring herself so that she was facing the moist hairless crouch of her alternative self.

Grasping the horns tightly within both slender hands, she tickled them across the other succubus' belly until she reached the tender pink flower that was her pussy. Meeting the other demoness' gaze, she mercilessly plunged them into the two exposed orifices, one bony horn forcing it's way up her moist pussy while the other pushed inside the protesting walls of her rectum.

The succubus screamed in maddening pain as she was savagely fucked by her own disembodied horns, the sharp implements scraping against her sensitive insides as they stretched out her convulsing holes to unnatural dimensions.

The hellish women not otherwise engaged in their own sexual battles cheered on this savage display of brutality and rubbed themselves off as they drank in the cruel spectacle.

Sliding them in and out, the succubus inflecting the pain laughed like a maniac as she twisted the horns to inflect the maximum amount of discomfort possible as she jackhammered the makeshift dildos deep within the other demoness' body. Pushing with all her might, one of the horns bumped up against the entrance to her womb before penetrating it completely in another series of ferocious strokes.

Finally broken, the succubus pleaded for mercy like some common mortal as her own horn jutted against the skin of her sweat soaked stomach from inside her tingling ruined pussy.

"Do you understand," Kylana said, the words startling the younger succubus who immediately backed away from the open doorway.

"Quash those childish ideals of love before someone else much more mean spirited than I makes you sincerely regret it."

Lilielle nodded somberly and followed after her mistress however secretly she fantasized about her own room within the inner sanctum, imagined that it would be filled with countless copies of Kylana who would all love her tenderly, stroke her hair and hide love letters underneath her bedpillow.

Of course, she would only offer her hand in unholy matrimony to this worlds Kylana.

"Hurry up before you become lost," snapped Kylana as she rounded another corner decorated with hanging chains and burning lamplight.

"I'm coming, mistress!" Lilielle called back as she hurried to catch up to her beloved succubus and future bride.

Kylana tried her best to ignore her slave which was surprisingly easy considering how often she was forced to do so. Summoning up her mental map of this diabolical maze, Kylana picked the archway to the left and continued down the seemingly identical corridor.

Temptation was a most potent weapon against any invader and Kylana had to seriously concentrate in order to not become totally lost in this sea of sensation. Lilielle had no such trouble however as she concentrated on the reflected image of her master's creamy buttocks that were barely concealed by her naughty lace panties.

Eventually they reached another anonymous looking black door indistinguishable from all the others, the muffled sounds of intense screaming and a creaking bedframe emanating from within. Kylana approached the door, hesitated just long enough to make sure that her slave wasn't messing about before her clenched knuckle reluctantly knocked against the hard surface of the door.

Their was a brief pause that stretched out into a long tense moment. Kylana had carefully used the correct amount of knocks to signify that she wasn't an assassin but you could never count yourself completely safe when the fickle nature of Princess Aezyra was concerned.

"Enter," replied a richly aristocratic sounding voice.

Kylana pushed the heavy door open and quickly stepped inside while patiently waiting for Lilielle to follow suit. Glaring at her slave's inattentiveness, the elder succubus carefully resealed the magically infused door to ensure that no opportunistic enemies could gain entry without detection.

The first thing that hit Kylana was the overpowering smell of fresh arterial blood that stained the small chamber from wall to blood soaked wall. It looked and smelled like the aftermath of a particularly nasty execution which wasn't that far from the truth as things turned out.

The source of this new frightful colour scheme soon became apparent when Kylana looked upon the crimson stained form of Princess Aezyra who was still in the middle of fucking some poor unfortunate soul on a luxuriously padded bed which dominated the centre of the small, claustrophobic chamber.

"Welcome," Aezyra panted as she slamming her hips against the crotch of her unmoving partner. She didn't even bother to acknowledge Lilielle's presence but the chirpy succubus didn't particularly mind.

Kylana bowed respectfully, the large valley of her cleavage wobbling as her dress strained against the impressive weight and size of those bountiful mammaries. Glancing just behind her, Kylana was grateful that her slave had the good sense to bow alongside her master.

"Princess Aezyra," she greeted, "I have arrived as requested and await your pleasure."

Riding up and down, the princess seemed quite oblivious that the man she was viciously riding was no longer alive. That was the thing about Aezyra, while she was the perfect embodiment of perfection, her temperament was rotten even for a succubus and as such, she was wildly regarded as the black sheep of the royal family.

Kylana could already guess what had happened. Caught up in her own carnal pleasures, the princess had unconsciously smashed the unfortunate man's face into a pulpy mess of pink brain matter and skull fragments that stained the pillow a crimson shade of red. His muscular chest was criss-crossed with savage looking claw marks which was often the result when copulating with the princess.

Aezyra was the third born princess of Queen Filauria's bloodline and possessed boundless spiritual power and beauty. Her shoulder length blonde hair shined radiantly like strands of the purest gold as she bounced up and down atop the cock of her headless human partner.

Her modestly sized chest was slick with perspiration, the small droplets of sweat flickering off her pink areolas with every gyration of her hips. The princess was totally engrossed in pounding her slick cunt against the fleshy pole of her partner, her succubus talents keeping the penis from softening after the man's untimely and unpleasant death.

Copious amounts of semen leaked out her royal pussy with every movement suggesting that the princess had been indulging herself for quite some time now. Moaning loudly and completely blood soaked, Aezyra's voice was infectious as she plunged downwards, impaling herself repeatedly upon his stiff cock until his twitching balls emptied themselves once again inside her accommodating womb.

The princess arched back and screamed as a powerful orgasm rocked her impressively smooth body, her trembling pussy spurting rivers of glistening nectar across the already stained bedsheets. Aezyra gripped the wooden headboard hard enough to splinter wood as she shuddered under the intense sensations of her climax, her lustful moaning caressing Kylana's ears like a sirens song.

The pungent scent of human semen made Kylana's black lace panties moisten at the familiar flavour but with a great force of will she remained dignified, at least on the outside. Aezyra slowly stood up, the now flaccid cock plopping out of the pink folds of her lovely vagina. Thick ropey semen dribbled down between her legs as she casually stepped off the bed and regarded the two newcomers with a curious expression.

"Welcome, Kylana. How nice of you to join me here in the inner sanctum. It's so boring here by myself so I simply had to call you here. I hope you don't mind the inconvenience."

"Not at all, princess," Kylana lied.

"I exist to serve you and your royal bloodline. My I be as bold as to ask the purpose of my summoning?"

"Mother dismissed me for the evening after I accidentally impaled, well, repeated stabbed the cook with my enchanted spear and I've been here ever since, working off my frustrations on this pathetic sack of flesh. My bitch of an elder sister called me a psychopath and stormed out of the dining room just because I killed one of her clumsy familiars, can you believe it?"

Aezyra shrugged, her deep purple eyes darkening at the memory.

"I ought to kill that slut with my bare hands. My mother would still have two daughters, so it shouldn't cause too much inconvenience. Isn't that right, Kylana?"

Sighing inwardly, Kylana knew it once again rested upon her shoulders to defuse this potentially murderous situation. Sitting down on the edge of the padded bed, Kylana patted her lap invitingly and smiled warmly like the caring mother that Aezyra had never known.

"Please, do not let your older sisters bother you, princess," Kylana said smoothly.

"They are just jealous of your beauty and talent, now, if you'll allow me princess, I'll pamper you in the usual fashion."

Aezyra considered the matter for a moment as she silently fumed like a tickling magical time bomb. Glancing over almost sheepishly at Kylana's generous bosom, the royal troublemaker eventually took up the invitation and walked over to join Kylana on the edge of the bed.

Laying her royal head down on Kylana's soft creamy thighs, the princess hungrily licked her rosy lips as she stared up at those massive globes of flesh that hung invitingly just above her waiting mouth. Aezyra's golden hair felt warm as the glossy strands fell across her soft thigh-pillow. Kylana's cleavage was so large that a shadow formed across Aezyra's face as she happily nestled her head into a more comfortable position. While Kylana was famed for her bountiful chest, that hadn't been the only gift bestowed upon the elder demoness.

Kylana knew what was expected of her and without waiting to be told, she slipped a hand inside the heaving cleavage of her evening dress before freeing one of her large tits that flopped about wildly like delicious jelly. Aezyra mewed expectantly as her nose detected the sweet smelling scent of demonic milk that dribbled down Kylana's exposed breast as she squeezed on her own pink nipple.

Kylana moaned as she fed her nipple into the princess' waiting mouth who wasted no time in sucking down as much of her thick tasty milk as she could manage. The addictive milk tasted absolutely fantastic and coupled with the comforting sensation of being breastfed by such a peerless beauty as Kylana, the firebrand Aezyra almost looked cute if not for all the fresh blood staining her noble skin that rubbed off on Kylana's evening dress and proffered breast.

Kylana struggled to remain impassive as she fought down the very tempting urge to slap Aezyra right across her stupidly contented face. She knew that the little firebrand enjoyed faulting her authority over her and while Kylana was a proud and high ranking succubus, she knew that while her own power was great, both political and magical, it still paled in compasion to Aezyra's.

An endless stream of white sticky milk flowed from Kylana's sensitive mammary gland straight down the gulping throat of Aezyra, one of the most dangerous demons in the entire spire. How would the queen react, Kylana wondered or worse still, the other princesses if they somehow knew what transpired here?

Poor Lilielle was forced to stand and watch as Aezyra suckled at her beloved master's teat. The princess pursed her lips tightly around Kylana's tingling nipple as she hungrily swallowed down copious amounts of her precious mothers milk. Lilielle's cheeks burned apple red with fiery, passionate waves of jealously.

Reaching underneath her short skirt, Lilielle's smooth hands moved down to her dripping crotch.

Lilielle never wore any underwear, mostly for her master's convenience.

As if noticing the demon slave for the first time, the princess released Kylana's milk-laden tit from the vacuum of her succulent lips and sneered arrogantly at the trembling form of Lilielle. Creamy milk continued to dribble down her cheek and she lapped it up like a hungry cat.

"Come over here, slave, and lick my pussy clean."

Lilielle tried not to shudder and looked hopefully at her master for guidance. Kylana nodded to her encouragingly and after a few fleeting heartbeats, Lilielle crouched down upon her knees and moved her head between the open legs of Princess Aezyra who groaned with pleasure as all the sticky semen was sucked out from between her pussy lips.

The clingy ropes of white sperm clung to Lilielle's throat as she struggled to swallow down every single drop of the pungent liquid mixed with the sweet ambrosia of Aezyra's royal love juices. Her eyes watering down her cheeks, Lilielle was determined to not embarrass her master by throwing up. She imagined she was performing oral sex on Kylana as the minor demon pushed her probing tongue deep within the pink petals of Aezyra's cum filled vagina.

Aezyra squealed in delight, the high-pitched sound muffled by Kylana's other breast which was still full and heavy with demonic milk. The princess' cheeks hollowed out as she sucked down and swallowed this fresh source of delicious nutrience while she mauled Kylana's remaining boob, her fingers sinking down into the soft yielding skin.

Soon her belly was completely full with milk and she sighed with complete satisfaction, that is until she suddenly and without warning snapped out of existence in a crackling explosion of intricately formed purple icicles that vanished alongside the princess.

Kylana jumped up as if shocked as the intense coldness brushed up against her sensitive nipples. Realizing with horror that the princess was no longer within the safe confines of the room, Kylana looked around frantically before resting her penetrating gaze on her slave succubus Lilielle.

"What did you do, Lilielle?" she asked in desperation.

"What do you mean, my master?" the slave replied as she happily licked her frosted lips clean of sticky cum. At least within her own simple mind, she still remembered it as the imaginary love nectar of her beautiful love Kylana.

"Didn't you call forth that summoning circle, my master?"

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Elizabeth de Morrigan coughed and closed her sparkling blue eyes as the magical practitioners room was engulfed with thick, unnatural pink mist that shifted around like a living carpet across everything within it's creeping path. Etheric purple lightening crackled across the ceiling, the searing bolts scarring the ancient stonework as it attempted to escape into the school proper.

"Open the damn windows!" demanded Tilwald, one of Elizabeth's loyal followers as he swatted fruitlessly at the glowing pink smoke.

"Don't breath it in," warned Selphie who was Elizabeth's sightly less loyal follower but still a very capable apprentice in her own right.

"Damn it all," she snapped as she bumbled knee first into a stone sacrificing table.

Elizabeth sighed as her followers panicked around fruitlessly like headless chickens, utterly forgetting that the famed intellect of Elizabeth de Morrigan was behind this summoning and thus her followers should be completely without worry. And, as she had expertly predicted, all the brilliant pyrotechnics and noxious magical discharges suddenly dissipated at the exact moment that Elizabeth had painstakingly calculated beforehand.

The magical classroom returned to normality, or at least as normal as a room inside the renowned magical academy could appear with its many strange glimmering artefacts, possessed maps that glowed with ghostly energies and caged animals that were only partially real.

"There," Elizabeth snapped, disappointed that her followers didn't share her unshakable confidence in her own outstanding abilities as a magical initiate.

"You can come out now," she said, folding her arms as she impatiently tapped her elbows like a disappointed schoolteacher.

Emerging from behind one of the many workstations, Tilwald whistled as he saw what or rather who now occupied the open space inside the red lines of the carefully drawn pentagram.

"Wow," he breathed, unable to come up with anything more meaningful as he stared as the blood stained nakedness of a real genuine succubus.

"Of course," declared Elizabeth proudly, "a ritual such as this is nothing to get excited about as this is only the beginning of what I have planned for this academy. The noble blood of the Morrigan family runs deeply within my veins, for my name is Elizabeth de Morrigan."

While her followers applauded her proud declaration, Elizabeth turned her attentions to the succubus who paced within the pentagram like a caged animal.

"Welcome Kylana, I am your new master, Elizabeth de Morrigan. Your kind does not yet have the pleasure of knowing that name I'm sure, but you can rest assured that you will be the first of many to bare witness to my growing legend."

Princess Aezyra stared back at this human upstart, her fingers twitching as her deep purple eyes considered many unspeakable and unpleasant things.

Continued in Chapter 2

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