4 comments/ 37141 views/ 77 favorites Succubus Reborn Ch. 01 By: nosliwec This series will progress to lesbian and incest sex. If this bothers you, you might want to leave now. As there is none in this segment, I wish only to convey this fact before you get too invested in the series. All characters depicted having sex are over 18. ***** I stretch as well as I can in these tight confines. I open my eyes to take in my surroundings, again. There seems to be more ethereal green light emanating from the many fissures forming in my cocoon. I press my arms against the sides as hard as I can, but the wall doesn't yield. It shouldn't be long before I can walk the earth once more. Sighing, I close my eyes again. Patience is not a strong trait for a succubus and I am no different. It helps, a little, thinking of the revenge I am planning. It has been almost fifty years since I was alive last. I didn't make it difficult for the demon hunter to track me down, though. This time, though, I am taking my time by bonding with one man. The man I bonded with was born five years after my last death. Of course, I could only watch at this point. When he first stroked his cock, he unwittingly summoned me. After his first masturbatory session, I was able to control his fantasies. I learned what his ideal woman looked like and ingrained my face on their images. I was even able to manipulate his view while having sex with other women. Just as he shot his seed in them, he would get a vision of me. He began to stir from his evening slumber. I smiled, devilishly. It was feeding time. It has helped that his wife had become less interested in sex. That way I can manipulate him for my own purposes. He stumbled to the shower. As he was lathering up, I planted a scene for him. The steam was thick and heavy as the door creaked open. A mysterious person walked through the fog. His hand was lightly stroking his cock by now, all semblance of washing was gone. The outline of this mystery person was visible through the frosted glass of the shower door. As the person disrobed, it was revealed the person to be female. She never said anything as she opened the door. Closing his eyes, his stroking continued in earnest. The woman slipped into the shower's spray. She knelt down on the shower floor and took his cock into her mouth. She bobbed up and down taking his full length in her. He was moaning now as he stroked. I opened my eyes as I noticed more cracks forming. I decided to add a twist to the scene. I'd used them before to varying degrees of success, but they played a key role in my end game so I needed them to be in my soon-to-be master's consciousness. Replacing her mouth with her hands, she began to stroke him. "Oh, Daddy..." His eyes opened wide, but the image of his eldest daughter kneeling before him with his cock in her hand never wavered. A banging noise on the bathroom door brought him fully to reality. SHIT! I was so close to getting him off. I am so fucking tired of being stuck here. Like I said, I am a bit impatient. Sighing exasperatedly, I leaned back and rested in my cocoon. I let a little smile creep on my face as I watched him trudge downstairs to the kitchen. He couldn't help looking at his daughters with a little lust in his thoughts. I'd been sporadically including them into his fantasies since they were 18. It had started with Lauren's, his eldest, 18th birthday. His youngest, Jessica, had turned 18 a few months ago. I had a wicked idea to play with his mind. "Daddy, we didn't get to finish in the shower," Lauren said before climbing onto the table. Her nightshirt rode up her ass as she pulled her panties to the side and started to finger herself. Just then, Jessica walked into the kitchen so I incorporated her into his daydream. "Morning daddy. Are you going to enjoy the breakfast Lauren is offering? Or can I?" She moved the Lauren's head and started to kiss her sister as her hand crept under her shirt to fondle with her breasts. I could feel his orgasm building watching the imagery in his head. Again, my manipulative thoughts were interrupted. "Daddy?" Lauren asked. "Hmmm?" "I asked 'what did you want for breakfast?" "Oh, um, cereal is fine." FUCK! Humans aren't the only ones to get frustrated being left high and dry. I really needed to be fed. Frustrated, I huffed as I recalled all of Steven's conquests. During high school, he'd had a few girls. But on the first day of his senior year, he had seen a vision of what he thought was perfection. A young freshman girl named Mary. Steven was a fairly good-looking guy and he wasn't a jerk. So many girls were attracted to him, but he had high standards. When he saw Mary, though, thoughts of other girls vanished. He took his time with her to get to know each other. Eventually, they started dating. It was this relationship I fed off of the most. He wasn't trying to bed her, but the fantasies I implanted in him fed me well. They eventually broke up when he went off to college, but during every failed relationship his mind went back to his high school sweetheart. Every summer he was back home. He spent every minute he could manage with Mary. By the end of his junior year, he decided that there was no one else for him. They ended up doing the long-distance relationship. He surprised her on prom night. He had convinced Mary to go to prom even without him and have a good time. He had gotten a ticket to prom from a brother of a friend. Just as Mary was about to leave the house, he pulled up in his car. Dressed in a tux and wielding a corsage, he rang the door bell. Without going into all of the details of that night, his night ended in a hotel room with his girlfriend. It was the first night I was able to make Steven see my face as he came inside someone else. It was the biggest load I'd seen him deposit. It was also on that fateful night Lauren was conceived. They ended up married. A year after Lauren was born, Mary went to a local community college. She was able to get through the first year fine, but during her second year she was pregnant again. This time with Jessica. Now, eighteen years and a few months later, both Lauren and Jessica are spitting images of their mother was at their age. They both had golden tresses. Lauren keeps her hair shoulder length and straight, while Jessica leaves her hair wavy and full and cascading down her just past her shoulder blades. The two could be twins with the only, besides the way they wear their hair, difference is their eyes. Lauren has hazel eyes while Jessica has bright blue eyes. Lauren was maybe half an inch taller than her younger sister at 5'4", but they were both lean with perky C-cup breasts. Lauren was the more athletic playing volleyball and soccer, while Jessica was a cheerleader. I was brought back to the present by Jessica and Lauren kissing their dad on his cheek as they scampered off to their respective schools. He picked up the dishes and rinsed them out. As he was heading for his home office his wife stopped him. "Are you going to work this morning?" she asked. "Not today. With the conference in Chicago this weekend, I'd have to leave from work after only a couple hours. So I'm going to do some work at home until I have to leave." "Well, I need to run some errands. What time do you need to leave for the airport?" "I need to leave here no later than 1:00." "Okay. I'll be home before then." She leaned up and gave her husband a peck on the cheek before leaving. Finally, I might be able to get fed! He closed the office door and was trying to do some work, but I would have none of that. His succubus needed him to perform for her. A knock at the door interrupted him as he worked on his computer. He got up and answered it. Standing there, was his new secretary. (He had no new secretary. This is just me in a secretary outfit.) She strolled into the office and sat down. As he shut the door, he turned to his secretary. "Anything wrong?" he asked. "I just don't think I have been making a great impression here," I started to sob. He came behind me and placed his hands on my shoulder. Massaging my neck, he said, "I know it's been tough. And true you have misplaced files at times, but you are progressing well." He could see down the blouse of my imaginary self and was feasting his eyes on my perfect globes. His hands were working my blouse open even further. With his manipulation, my breasts would be free shortly and my nipples would becoming erect in the open air. Just then a searing light exploded in my vision. I was bathed in the ethereal green light. I stood blinking. Once my eyesight cleared, I scanned my surroundings. No longer was I confined in my cocoon. I was standing in what appeared to be an office. Then, I recognized it. I was in my master's office. There he sat behind the desk. His pants around his ankles as he stroked his cock. He had freed me from my prison. Now he had to claim me as his own. I looked down my naked form. I stood at 6'7". My skin was a light lavender color. My D-cup breasts were accentuated with deep purple areolae. My tail whipped behind me languidly as I stroked my body to my hairless mound. I turned my head and saw my reflection in a small mirror. My dark hair fell to my waist. The horns on my head bore the same deep purple of my areolae. I smiled to the image in the mirror. I ran my forked tongue over my sharp teeth as my yellow eyes twinkled with delight. I realize this image would frighten any human, but it had been so long since I was last able to see my true form. I ran my hands up from my pussy to my breasts. I could sense the room getting taller, but knew I was slowly diminishing my height. As my hands stroked my body, my lavender skin shifted to a pinker hue. My hands found themselves on my horns, but once there the horns lost their rigidity and became silky smooth hair. I didn't change their colors so the purple of my horns streaked my black hair. My tail wrapped itself around my leg and burned its way into my skin leaving a marking similar to a tattoo. During this time, my skin had turned into a healthy tan. The transformation took less than thirty seconds. After my transformation, I now stood a foot shorter at 5'6". My hair had also shrunk to my proportion, but still fell to my waist. I kept my irises their golden color. I was also, dressed in the secretarial outfit of the fantasy I had used on Steven. "Wha...er, um...who..." Steven stuttered. I sat down in an armchair facing his desk. Propping my high-heeled stilettos on his desk and crossing my legs, "First of all," I started, "I am a succubus. Your succubus, I might add, that you summoned. As for who I am, well, you have yet to name me." "Y-you don't h-have a n-name?" "I have a name, but it is a demonic name and human tongues cannot pronounce it." I omitted to tell him that knowing my demonic name would give him a control over me that no demon ever will give. "But h-how? Why? I mean..here?" I held up a finger to silence his protestation before he could voice any more. "No, there were no incantations or blood ritual used to summon me. You awakened me, unwittingly I admit, the first time you stroked your cock for more than a mere...washing. It was just at this moment that I had the power to break free of my confines and enter the earthly realm. Now, to complete the bonding, you must first name me. Then, you must claim me," I licked my lips as I swung my legs off the desk my patience finally waning, "Master." "C-claim you? M-ma-mas-ster?" Walking around the desk, I smiled wickedly at him, "By cumming in me, of course. I have three holes that must be filled by your semen and then, only then, am I yours." I stopped in front of Steven as he had swiveled his chair to watch me round the corner. His dick had become flaccid. I couldn't have that, now could I? I unbuttoned the blouse's buttons. Slipping my arms through the sleeves, I let the blouse flutter to the floor and pool behind me. I then unclasped my bra and tossed it on the desk. I sank to my knees before my soon-to-be master. I looked up at him, wantonly. My lips caressed by my tongue. The desire in me was burning, but I held myself still waiting for Steven. It wasn't a surprise the name he chose for me. I had modeled myself after his first after all. She was a foreign exchange student from Israel, albeit, with less curves and younger than I myself was depicting. I had altered her image in his mind to what appeared to be 24. I had my image change to a more sexualized version of her. So when he uttered, "Iliana," I smiled at him as I brought my mouth to the head of his dick and sucked on him. I let my tongue wrap around his shaft. It coiled, like a boa constrictor, as it elongated. Soon his entire shaft was wrapped in my tongue as the tip would massage his balls. His dick, average at best, would not satisfy me. No, for a sexual demon, I would need more than a mere mortal could provide. All of my conquests were granted a virility to rival the myths, most however didn't live long enough to utilize their new stamina, though. I also was able to endow their members with a size more suited for me. As I massaged his shaft with my tongue, I felt his dick grow. He was also thickening. By the time I was done, he had a 9-10" dick and, in my dainty hands, I couldn't wrap one hand fully around him. I let my tongue slide back into my mouth as I rammed his cock into my mouth. I sucked in my cheeks as my nose buried into his pubic hair. He gripped my hair with his hands as I sucked on him. I batted away his hands away. Even though he was my master, it wasn't going to be that kind of ownership of me. He gripped his chair; his knuckles turning white around the armrests. I heard a feral, guttural groan as he lifted himself off the chair. This thrust his dick even further into my mouth. He was close to claiming one of my holes. I needed him to finish it, though. I slipped my tongue out and lavished attention to his balls. When I felt he was close, I slipped the tip of my tongue into his ass. The wall of his ass constricted around my tongue causing it to be pulled in deeper. Rope after rope of semen was soon erupting from his dick to the back of my throat. Not a single drop was spilled from my lips as I continued to suck him dry. I never spill semen, unless used to attract potential converts. He was panting hard after his orgasm, but his hard on never subsided. Like I said, a mere mortal can't satisfy a sexual demon and now he was possessed with a sexual appetite, and the stamina, to appease me. I stood up and stretched, luxuriating in the taste of semen for the first time in half a century. I sat atop his desk, scattering papers and objects. "D-does this mean that...well, that I am g-going to...die?" I was swinging my legs back and forth lazily. I leaned back on the desk resting on my elbows as I contemplated how to answer him. Obviously, I didn't want to alert him to my ulterior motives, but I decided I should answer his questions as truthfully as possible. Finally, "You will die, but not today." "But I thought succubus...succubuses..." "Succubi," I corrected. "And yes they do...kill. But there are...varieties," I suppose that was as good a term as any, "of succubi. None of whom are inherently patient. However, those that can't control themselves are released...wild...within a few years in their cocoons. They are never sated and will leave a trail of bodies in their wake until a demon hunter, easily, finds them and ends their short life." "I, on the other hand, decided to bond with one human male—you. This has the unfortunate side effect of waiting for a lengthier time in my prison. It, however, means I need less of your life force to sate my hunger. So rather than draining you of all life, I would be taking only a year or two, or at most three, years of your life at a time. Think of it this way. A baby rattlesnake is more dangerous than a full-grown one. The baby cannot control how much venom will be released and thus releases it all in one bite. An older one uses just enough on one bite, but holds some back in case it needs to use more in a short period of time." "So I can what, fuck you maybe twenty to twenty-five times before I die? Or once and get it over with?" "Yes and no. Yes twenty to twenty-five times would, probably, kill you. But that is why I get converts. They are able to feed me without killing their mates. Normally, the 'wild' succubi don't last long enough to make converts and really they don't care. They wish only to suck dry their conquests in their futile goal to be sated, which they never can be since they have no control over their urges. I don't get much sustenance this way, but it is a means for me to survive." "And these converts?" "Females that I entice to feed from me. Females are...different for succubi. While essentially, we draw the same amount of power from them as we do from males, they siphon half of what we get from us. The power they siphon from us...alters them." "Alter? How so?" "Mainly, their inhibitions are lessened, considerably. They will produce a pheromone similar to mine to help lure both victims and converts to them. They will also have physical transformations. Older women will start to look younger. Younger women won't age as fast. Depending on the frequency of their trysts with a succubus, other transformations might occur such as being able to alter their own bodies." I was growing bored by this time and staring at his still erect penis did nothing to abate my rising boredom. I placed my feet behind the slope of the armrests where it attached to the seat and pulled Steven and his chair closer to me. I slid down the desk which caused my professional skirt to bunch up exposing my panty-less crotch. Steven, seeing this, stood up and grabbed me by the waist and pulled my crotch to his waiting dick. He buried himself into me with one thrust. "OH. FUCK!" He yelled. Just then a knock sounded from the door. "What was that, Steven?" his wife called from the other side. His eyes bulged out in shock. There was no way, in his state, he would come up with a response. "Nothing," I called out in Steven's voice, "just stubbed my toe." I couldn't let Mary know what was going on. At least not yet. She was a part of my plans, but first I had other matters to attend to. "Oh. Okay. Well, I'm back from my errands." We both heard her footsteps fading away. I wasn't going to let Steven stop. I couldn't. Without him claiming me, I would never be sated and my goals would be lost to me. So I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him back deep into my folds. I made sure to soundproof the room as we continued our ritual. (By the way, yes, I can alter reality in my immediate vicinity.) His face looked back down at me. My breasts were two lush hills and his mouth watered at the sight of them. I reached up and grabbed him around the neck and lowered his face to their valley. He needed no other encouragement as his hips thrust continuously in me. My arms went back to the front of the desk to, both, hold on and to force myself on his invading member. His lips found my erect nipple and latched on to it. "OH. YES! Fuck me. Fuck me harder!" I screamed at him. He removed one of his hands from my waist and grabbed onto the unoccupied breast and squeezed. "YES! FUCK ME! YES! Just like that...FUCK!...squeeze it tighter!" He complied and grabbed my tit and squeezed it like the stress ball lying next to me. I could feel his orgasm building. His thrusts were becoming erratic. I raised myself up and pushed myself off the desk, still impaled on his dick. He fell back into the chair he had vacated with me in his lap. I fucked him relentlessly. Up and down we went. I wasn't sure if the chair would hold us as we vigorously fucked, but I was close to getting what I needed and wasn't going to let up until I did. Succubus Reborn Ch. 01 His head jerked back off my breast as he screamed out his orgasm. This time, no sound erupted from his office. I could feel each spurt into my canal. My body soaked it up. I was made for sex. My body craved it and as such no semen leaked from me. I stayed on his lap slowly circling my hips on his as-of-yet non-flaccid cock. Two holes down and just one more to go before he claims me as his own. With his rock hard cock doing his thinking now, Steven stood up which dislodged me from him. "My God! I have never been able to do this. Fuck!" I licked my lips as I stared at his juicy cock. I couldn't wait any longer. Turning around, I bent at my waist and pressed my breasts to his desktop. Instinct took over as he impaled himself back to my cunt. I turned my head at him and angrily hissed at him, "Take my ass. Fuck my ass hard. Claim me!" He hurriedly pulled out and in one swift motion my ass was surrounding his dick. I let out an animalistic growl. He was pounding into my ass. The wet slapping of our bodies and the grunts and moans filled the room. He had been gripping my waist to pull me to him forcibly, but as I pushed myself off the desk his hands gripped my breasts. I was fucking him in earnest. He placed his lips to my neck and bit me. That did it. He came a third time in me. He had claimed each of my holes with his semen and I was his. I was finally sated after all this time, I was on my way down my path for vengeance. Just then there was a knock on the door. His wife called from the doorway, "Steven, it's 12:15. Do you want me to fix you lunch while you get ready for your tip?" Having lifted the soundproofing, he responded, "Yes, dear. Sounds great." He got up and put his clothes back on. I just propped my self in his chair with my legs crossed and resting on the desktop. He turned to me as he got to the door. I smiled at him letting him know I was not leaving. I had plans to attend to and right now I was trying to decide what the best course of action was going to be. I looked in the corner and saw Steven's briefcase sitting there. Devilishly, a plan slipped into my head. Next on my list was going to be Steven's wife. By the time Steven arrived home, I was hoping to have the entire household under my grasp. Succubus Reborn Ch. 02 This series will progress to lesbian and incest sex. If this bothers you, you might want to leave now. This is a continuation of my previous chapters so it will be helpful to read those first. All characters depicted having sex are over 18. ***** I was leaning back in Steven's desk chair. My legs were crossed and propped on his desk. Sitting there topless, I was planning my next stage of my master plan. An idea stuck in my head once I saw Steven's briefcase discarded in the corner. I stood up and stalked toward it. I picked it up, pondering. I then walked, briefcase in hand, to the window. I opened the window and peeked out. Having made sure no one was around to see, I dropped the briefcase outside on the ground. I looked back and saw the bra and blouse lying on the floor. I went back to retrieve them and, once there, put them back on. I then left the office through the open window. Picking up the briefcase, I went to the front door. Having become mortal, I could no longer manipulate Steven's thoughts. I also could not teleport. That skill was only available upon my summoning and only to the being that summoned me. I took a breath and composed myself or at least to the point that would best achieve my goals. Ringing the doorbell, I started to fidget nervously. To achieve my goals, I decided to act the frazzled and harried young intern. Shortly after I had rung the doorbell, Mary opened it. Curiosity was evident as she asked, "Hello?" I tried my best to sound flustered. "Please, tell me he's still here." I tried looking around Mary as if I was trying to look inside the house. "Oh, please. I'm sure I'm going to be fired if I miss him." "Who, sweetie? Is who here?" "Oh, God. This is Steven's house right? Steven Rodgers? Shit. This is just perfect. First, I get lost because I was looking at the hand-drawn map upside down. Now I get the wrong house. FUCK! I am so fired." I started to turn around. "No, this is the right house." With my back turned away from her, a smile formed. I knew I had played my part well and she was lured into my scheme. "He's still here, too. Why don't you come inside?" I turned back to face Mary. "Really? I didn't miss him? Oh thank God!" My excitement was boiling over, in part, for the role I was playing, but partly because my plan was progressing as predicted. Mary led me into the foyer. "I'm sorry, I don't even know who you are," she stated. "Oh, I completely forgot. I'm Iliana." This drew a blank stare from Mary. "I just got hired as an intern." "Oh okay. Odd the Steven never mentioned any interns, especially gorgeous ones like you." She gasped at the added compliment she through in. My pheromones were slowly loosening her inhibitions. "I don't work with Steven, at least not directly. I was asked by his secretary to deliver his briefcase before he left on his trip. Apparently, he had left it at the office yesterday and it was discovered sometime this morning." Mary looked puzzled. Perhaps she had seen him with the briefcase come in? But she never questioned the validity of my lie. "So if it was discovered this morning, why bring it round just now?" "Well, that's my fault really. I was reading the damn map upside down and got lost. So I had to back track to get back to work to get started the right way. I thought to call, but my phone had died. I just raced here as fast as I could and prayed I wouldn't be late getting here." At that point, Steven was descending the stairs. He stopped mid-stride, in shock, as he saw me. With Mary turned to face him, I extended a finger to my lips to tell him not to say anything. I didn't want him spoiling my plan. "Hi, honey," Mary said to her husband, "Iliana here has gone through some tremendous difficulty to bring your briefcase to you." I raised the briefcase in question higher so he could see it. "Oh, um," he stammered, "I was just coming down to see if it was in the office." I smiled as he deftly dodged the question and helped my plan, unbeknownst to him. "Um, thank you, Iliana." A buzzing noise sounded from the back of the house and Mary excused herself. "What the hell! Are you trying to get my wife to kill me? Fuck! We just had sex for God's sake." "Shh! Will you calm down? I am most certainly NOT going to get you killed! It's part of my plan. As I don't have a place to stay, I am just trying to sweeten up your wife into offering me to stay here." Of course, I had to keep my ulterior motives away from Steven or he would derail my revenge plot. And him knowing what I planned for his family would certainly do that. As soon as he got home, he would fall into place. Right now, however, I didn't have the kind of power to accomplish it all. "I, um, well I guess I didn't think of that. I just assumed...well, I assumed you would go back to where you came from, I guess." "I can't go back. Well, not unless I die. Are you going to try and kill me? Fuck me then kill me?" He was shaking his head vehemently. Of course he was. Mine was the first pussy he'd had in a few years, not to mention my ass. "Okay, then. Would you mind getting out of here and let me do what I need to do?" "But maybe I could help...you know...to get my wife to understand. That way I could also have lunch before I left as well," he all but whined. "Steven, you being here won't help me. Why not grab something on the way to the airport? I promise, everything will be fine." He slowly nodded his assent. He turned to go back up the stairs to retrieve his suitcase for the weekend. "Steven, lunch is ready," Mary called from the back of the house. He didn't answer, but continued his journey upward leaving me at the staircase with the briefcase still in my hand. After just a little while, he was walking back down the stairs with his suitcase in hand. Mary finally emerged from wherever she had been. "Did you not hear me? I have lunch ready." Looking at me before he replied, I gave a surreptitious nod. "I decided to head on out. I don't want to get caught up in traffic. I'll just grab something either on my way or once I get to the airport." "Oh. I just got done reheating last night's lasagna." She looked crestfallen. "I'm sorry. I just saw the time and you know how I hate to rush. I'll make it up to you, I promise." Or I will make it up for him, I thought. He bent down and kissed his wife tenderly. Taking the briefcase from my hand, he walked outside and got into his car. Mary and I watched him get in and drive off. Mary, in front of me, waving while I smiled as wicked thoughts flooded my mind. Once the door was closed, she turned around and, startled to still see me there, jumped in surprise. "I'm sorry. I kind of forgot you were still here," she said as she grasped at her racing heart. "It's okay. I wasn't sure how to excuse myself without breaking into your goodbyes. You did look a bit hurt, if you don't mind my saying, when he decided to leave earlier." "I just hate eating alone. I will, but I prefer not to." I decided to test that statement. "Well, I'm pretty hungry myself. I mean, if you don't mind me intruding some more in your home. I have yet to eat much more than some toast and juice all day." To accentuate my point, I had my stomach growl. "You don't have to get back to work?" Shaking my head, "No. They told me, since there was nothing really to do, I could cut out early. Once I delivered the briefcase, that is." Smiling, Mary said, "In that case, why not come join me in the kitchen? It's nothing more than leftovers, but it should be enough to quiet that stomach. And since you don't have to go back into work, we could break open a bottle of wine to go with it?" I quickly agreed. We headed into the kitchen. She proceeded to serve the lasagna and garlic bread from the oven onto plates. I tried to help, but not knowing where anything was, wasn't much help. She smiled, but asked me to sit at the dinette table. She placed my food in front of me and went back to the wine cooler and picked out a Cabernet Sauvignon red wine to go with our meal. Sitting across from me, Mary started asking me about work and hobbies. Since I didn't really work and had no hobbies, I lied and tried to make it sound believable. We continued our small talk, but I was quickly disinterested in the conversation. With most of our meal gone, I decided to move my plan further. I, as clumsily as possible, knocked my glass of red wine so it would tip and fall on me. It was mostly full so when it went sailing toward me, the front of my silk blouse was soaked. "Shit," I yelped. I quickly grabbed a napkin and began scrubbing my blouse. Reaching across the table, Mary pulled my arm away. "Stop! No, that's not how to do it." I immediately looked up at her, expectantly. Noticing I wasn't going to continue to ruin my blouse, she got up and retrieved some items. I didn't care one way or the other, but waited to see what result my accident might lead to. She returned with some club soda and a cloth. Upon returning, she poured the club soda on my shirt and began blotting the newly wet area with her cloth in the other hand. She would tug my blouse taut across my chest and continue with the work. At one point, in order to keep the blouse taut, she held my blouse while cupping my breast. She wasn't aware of her hand's placement as she was concerned with my ruined garment. Soon, her hand was massaging my breast, absently. I let a moan escape my lips, which alerted her to her hand's activities. Jerking her treacherous hand away, she said, "Perhaps it would be better with your top off." I smiled wickedly at her, "I am positive it would feel better with my top off." Noticing her faux pas, she amended, "I meant it would be easier with your top off." She saw my smile broaden. "I mean to clean it." Seductively, I asked, "If you wanted me topless, all you had to do was ask." I unbuttoned my blouse and let it slip from my arms. She hurriedly grabbed the discarded garment and carried it to the kitchen. She began to run hot water in the sink and dipped the blouse in the water. She began to clean the blouse again, trying to forget the effect I was having on her. I slipped in behind her and put my arms between her arms and her waist. My hands went to hers and slowly peeled them away from the blouse. Leaning into her, I whispered, "Forget the blouse. It's ruined already. Besides," I ran my hands delicately up her arms (My left hand was running up her right arm and my right hand up her left arm.), "you already have me topless." She gasped as I pressed my bra-clad breasts into her back. My hands had traveled up to her shoulders by now and pressed her more tightly into me. I began to kiss one ear down her jaw. Not being able to gain access to her chin, I then kissed down her neck to her collar bone. My hands were now cupping and massaging her breasts. She let out a sigh as I worked her breasts in my hands. I began to unbutton her blouse. By now, she was helping me. Her arousal was obvious, at least to me. She began to unbutton and unzip the casual slacks she wore. With the slacks loosened, she pushed them down and over her ass and let gravity do the rest of the work. I had the blouse unbuttoned as it was sitting on her shoulders haphazardly. She managed to get one hand between our body to unclasp her bra and pull the straps off her shoulders. She managed to convince my hands to remove themselves, temporarily, from me so she could turn around. Without our bodies pressed together, her blouse and bra slipped from her body leaving her naked except for her panties and her pants around her ankles. She deftly stepped out of her pants as she led her body back into mine. Her hands reached around me to unclasp my own bra as my hands grazed down her spine down to her panty line. With my bra freed, she kissed down to my waiting breasts. I slipped my hands inside her panties and massaged her ass. If this was her first time with a female, it didn't show. She was expertly kissing and licking my nipples as my free breast was being cupped, massaged and pinched. I slipped her panties over her ass and, with her pussy out in the open, I pressed my thigh into her crotch. Her arousal mounting, she began to ride my thigh. She gyrated on my bare thigh as she swapped her mouth onto my other breast and her other hand started toying with my now moist breast. I could feel her juices running down my thigh by now. Releasing my nipple with a pop, she looked at me and begged, "I need you. I need you now." The urgency in her voice was like music to my ears. I grabbed her by the arm and led her to the living room. She had a hard time following me since her panties weren't quite down to her knees, but she followed obediently. I flung her on to the couch with such ease, she laid their sprawled out in shock. I wasted no time as I leapt toward her. I promptly slid her panties off her legs and flung them God knows where. I wasn't about to let her get her composure. She was now mine and there was no stopping me. I lifted the leg that was draped off the couch and planted on the floor over my shoulder. With my face mere inches from her cunt, I stuck my tongue out and with just the barest of caresses, I licked her slit with the tip of my tongue. That brief sensation, melted any resistance Mary would have been forming. Her leg flexed trying to pull me into her center—the center of her sex. One of her hands reached for my hair to help emphasize what her body longed for. And I let myself be led to her wet folds. I looked up to see my victim's response. Their was no horror at what was about to happen. She was blissfully begging me to take her. Not in words, but the sight left no doubt what she wanted. I sank my tongue in her as my mouth locked over her cunt. Upon our connection, her free hand went to her breasts and began to tweak and tease her nipples alternating between them. I sank my fingers into the flesh of her ass as I pulled her cunt more tightly to my mouth. She started moaning incoherently. With but a thought, I stretched my tongue. No where near what I was capable of, but enough to let her know what was possible. Her eyes, previously closed, bolted open. Her moans ceased with the feeling of my now thicker tongue. I wiggled it around which caused her whole body to tense up. I felt her walls start to contract around my tongue as the first of her orgasms came. I smiled as her hands both found the top of my head. But rather than push me off, they made sure I didn't leave. I had no intention of leaving. Not yet. As I felt her orgasm begin to ebb, I made my tongue thicker and longer still. This restarted her orgasm and kicked it up even higher. With her shoulders and feet, she arched her back, but my mouth and tongue remained glued to her sex. I was shortening and lengthening my tongue at will, effectively fucking her. Each time my tongue grew, it grew longer than the last and thicker. She couldn't muster a sound and her body, tensed like it was, seemed frozen as I tongue fucked her through a second orgasm. Her body fell back to the couch. Her breasts rapidly moved up and down as she gulped in air. I removed my tongue and began licking the vaginal juices that had leaked out. As I was licking, I heard the pleasured purring above me. My licking brought me back to her folds as I gingerly licked the remains from there. "Please..." I heard her croak. "Please, what?" I licked some more. "Are you wanting more?" I thrust my tongue back in her. She bucked once, still sensitive. "Oh, God..." Again, I removed my tongue, "He won't help you, not now." I began my assault, but she was becoming accustomed now. She didn't realize it, but my essence was not converting her for my needs. Her inhibitions had become weaker with each of her breath of my pheromone, which had become plentiful by now. My tongue was now having the effect on her body to recharge faster after sex. "Please..." she begged again, but this time I didn't slip my tongue out. "Please...oh God!...MORE!" With that last word screamed from her mouth, I made my tongue its thickest and longest yet. She bucked wildly on my cock-like tongue as it thrashed inside her. She was manhandling her tits roughly. Thankfully, with my strength, I was able to stay glued to her cunt. Had I been human, she would have dislodged me from her. Even as a convert, there is only so much her body could take. So with a final feral moan, she blacked out. I eased from my perch in front of Mary's slumbering body. Her skin glowed softly. I picked up her trembling body and carried her to the recliner. I sat down and held her in my lap. I was off in my own thoughts on my master plan when I felt her stir in my arms. At first, it felt like she was just settling in my embrace. But then, I felt her start to kiss my skin near her face. I slackened my grip as her head dipped lower. I was curious what she had in mind and let her explore my body. She stood, but not without taking her mouth from my body. She sank to her knees as she kissed and licked around my navel. Her hands, by now, were working my skirt off and down my legs. She let a surprised gasp escape her lips in seeing I wasn't wearing panties. But the look of surprise faded fast with that of desire. Licking her lips, she aborted any slow-teasing build-up she had planned and lunged to my cunt. She stabbed her tongue into me. What she lacked in experience, she made up for with enthusiasm. Her curiosity sated, she withdrew her tongue. She started licking around my pussy tenderly. Every now and then dipping her tongue in my core, but then just as quickly resuming her worshiping of my cunt. Not satisfied I wasn't having the same reaction to her as she had to me, she slipped a finger, then two, inside of me. She started to thrust those fingers in and out of me. Her thumb would glide over my clit as her fingers were pressed further in me. I could see the frustration in her eyes as she thrust a third finger in me. I decided to give her what she was begging for. I began to leak some of my own juices. She pulled her hand from my folds and began to lick my juices from them. Not satisfied with that meager tasting, she brought her mouth to my mound and drank from the source. I smiled down on my first convert as I saw the glow from before intensify. She fell away from me, trembling. If anyone saw her just then, they would think she was having an epileptic seizure. I knew different. The changes from before were small, coming from a diluted source. This time the rewiring would be much greater as she had drank from the very center of my core. This was my essence of the purest form. And it was coursing through her body. Her trembling subsided. I picked her up and carried her to her bathroom. I deposited her on the floor as I drew a bath for her. Having the tub filled with aromatic oils and bubbles, I hefted her into the tub. As I began to wash her hair, it was changing. The gray hairs were turning golden as the rest of her hair regained the luster of her youth. With that done, I poured some body wash onto a scrubbie and began to wash her skin. I started with her face. I wiped her forehead and the wrinkles disappeared leaving a healthy, slightly tanned area. I wiped down one side of her face. Her eyes lost the crow's feet and her skin began to tighten around her cheek bones. I looked at the two halves of her face. One side looked every bit her 38 mother of two would, but the new side looked like a healthy woman of 28. I washed her other side finally allowing both sides match. Every spot I washed, the golden aura would fade leaving behind an unblemished portion of skin. Gone was the sag and wrinkles of age, replaced by the vibrancy and perfection of youth. Even scars were soon erased from her body. Not only was the beauty of her past returned, but so too were the aches of her joints reduced to nothing. She was no longer going to look and act like her old self, but she would be a younger version. Succubus Reborn Ch. 02 Just then I heard the front door slam shut. "Mom, I'm home!" Lauren called. Her mother, still dazed, but visibly relaxed, mumbled, "Please, take care of my daughter while I relax here." I had just finished washing the ten years from my convert's body, so I smiled at my work and replied, "Of course, I will." All I got in reply was a contented sigh as she drifted off back into her dreams. I smiled to myself. I wonder where today was going to end. I shook my head slightly. Standing here thinking about it, wasn't going to make it happen. As I exited the master bathroom, I saw a silk almost transparent robe lying on the bed. I slipped it on my naked body as I began the next step in my plan. I tied it loosely around me as I walked out of the bedroom toward my next convert. Succubus Reborn Ch. 03 This series will progress to lesbian and incest sex. If this bothers you, you might want to leave now. This is a continuation of my previous chapters so it will be helpful to read those first. All characters depicted having sex are over 18. ***** As I descended the steps, I saw Lauren lounging on the couch. Having just come home from community college, she was unwinding by watching some television. I smiled at the memory of her mother lying there as I pleased her sexually. Surely, Lauren could smell my pheromones as it permeated throughout the room. A step creaked under my foot, which alerted Lauren to a presence in the room with her. "Hi, Mom..." she started before she saw me. "You're not my mom." "No. I am not. My name is Iliana," I answered as I walked further into the living room. She was going to ask more about me, or perhaps why I was there, but the sight of my body in the robe coupled with the pheromones lingering in the room as well as those permeating from my body left her speechless. I may have lost the ability to manipulate people with my mind, but the strength I have been gaining has allowed me another means of control. Granted, they can still resist, but few seldom do. Her eyes traveled down my body. The robe I wore, being loosely tied, showed a lot of skin. It flowed over my breasts and down my stomach where it was fastened just above my mound. Lauren's gaze had fallen to the valley between my breasts. A small gasp sounded from her when she noticed the robe was so loosely held together and my nipples were, in reality, the only things holding the top from exposing my entire torso. Her hand moved, imperceptibly, down her body as she willed her eyes to travel down mine. My robe ended just below my ass. As I walked toward her, the two flaps would open with each step exposing my naked and bare snatch. Her hands had found their way to her crotch, which she rubbed over her tight denim jeans. I got to the end of the couch facing her. She took in my entire visage and licked her lips. I could smell her desire. Remembering where she was, she glanced behind her and asked, "W-where's M-mom?" Taking her chin in my hand and turning her to face me, I answered, "She's upstairs taking a bath. She asked me to take care of you while she relaxes." "T-take c-care of me? H-how?" "How do you want to be taken care of?" I oozed the words thick with sexuality. "I-I want..." So turned on, she couldn't form words to express her desire. But I craved to hear her say it. "Yes? What can I do for you?" With a gentle caress, I slipped my hand down her chin, down her neck, to her breasts. I cupped her breasts as she threw her head back. Not worrying about being caught now, she closed her eyes and moaned loudly at my touch. "Tell me. How can I take care of you?" She opened her eyes and stared into my golden irises. "I want to..." A squeeze from my hand sent shivers down her spine. "...kiss..." I bent down and took her mouth in mine. With a hunger, she returned the kiss. I was leaning over her, my hand on her breast massaging the mound, while our tongues twirled around in each other's mouths. Her hands, which had been rubbing her crotch, encircled my waist and pulled me to her. Falling on top of her, our bodies pressed tightly against each other, I released her mouth and kissed first her cheek, then her ear lobe, followed by her neck. I pulled my hand from her breast and slipped it under the hem of her shirt. Her legs wrapped around mine as her hands frantically tried to get her shirt off. I leaned back, once her shirt was over her breasts, to allow her to pull it the rest of the way. Tossing it without caring where it landed, she said, "I want to..." I continued my kissing starting with her collar bone. "...lick..." I started to lick down her bra strap. Reaching the cup, I licked the edge over her young breasts. "AHHHHH...So good!" Her sexual need was growing with every passing moment as I savored her youthful body. She began to squirm and tried desperately to take her bra off. It was as if the very fabric was searing her skin. With that encumbrance gone, she grabbed my neck and yanked my head to her achingly hard nipple. "...suck..." she continued. I obliged. First tonguing the surrounding areola, before sucking the nipple into my mouth. She screamed again. She pressed my face harder into her heaving breast. I did my best to get the entirety of her breast in my mouth as my tongue flicked at her nipple. I decided it was time to give her other side the same treatment. I licked and kissed my way to her dry breast. I looked up at her. As we locked eyes, she took a deep breath and nodded at me. I quickly attached myself to her nipple. I nibbled at it with my teeth. She ground her crotch into my waist. With the nipple in my teeth, I pulled away from her body. She writhed and groaned both in pain and in pleasure. I let the nipple fall from my mouth. The cool air soothing it before I dropped back down and began sucking it gently. I felt her hands move to her pants. As she was trying to unbutton her clasp, I caught her wrist and moved them away from her body. She looked up at me startled. Her hair was disheveled and the look in her eyes held a primal lust to cum. Panting she stated, "I want to cum." I ran my hands down her arms, which I had raised over her head. They reached her breasts. I grabbed them both and kneaded them simultaneously. Before departing, I took her nipples in my fingers and, pinching them, twisted and yanked on them. Her body jerked under me as her legs tightened around me. My hands then trailed down her thin waist to the top of her legs. I popped the button of her jeans. I heard it hit the wall somewhere behind me as I started to unzip her pants. Reaching behind me, I pulled her legs from around me. I then stood up and grabbed her waistband and pulled the jeans down her legs. As tight as they were on her, her panties underneath came off as well. Getting them over her delicious ass, proved a slight obstacle. However, once down her legs, I leaned down and licked around her labia. Her juices were flowing freely by the time I bared her pussy. With her jeans still on her legs, she was straining to get her legs stretched wider. I placed a finger between my mouth and her pussy. Once it was lubricated with her juices and my saliva, I plunged it into her folds. I continued to lick her pussy as I plunged my finger into her depths. She was shaking her head in ecstasy as she was moaning in coherently. Her hands were gripping the back of the couch as if a turbulence was threatening to throw her from the couch. A second finger slipped in her as I started to suck and flick her clit with my tongue. Her thought of being thrown from the couch forgotten, she grabbed me by my hair and pulled me closer to her dripping cunt. I lapped up her juices as my fingers pummeled her canal. She slumped back, panting. Satisfaction was etched on her face, but I wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot. I finished removing her jeans from her legs. Upon finishing my task of baring her flesh, I stood up. The robe had fallen from my shoulders and being tied, even loosely, hung down the back of my legs. With closed eyes, she languorously said, "That was amaz..." As she opened her eyes and caught sight of my body, she stopped talking. She couldn't finish her thought. My body, exposed to her young eyes, was the very embodiment of perfection. Another wave of lust flowed through her, her previous orgasm forgotten. I untied the sash holding the garment to my body. Unabated, she leapt from the couch and slammed me to my back on the coffee table. She feasted on my face licking up her juices that had dried there. I had awoken a tigress and she was ready for another round, but I wasn't ready. Not for this. Not yet. I flipped her over onto her back. I kissed down her body. I wasn't interested in the foreplay. She was primed and I was impatient. As I reached her mound, I pulled her body so her ass was resting on the edge of the coffee table. I knelt before her splayed legs and dove my face forward. I licked from ass to cunt in one long motion before I plunged my tongue in her folds. My tongue grew to its cock-like size. When her body was full, she started to writhe, but she never tried to pull away. The pheromones she had breathed in and her orgasm had mixed to make her a sexual creature herself. If anything, this combination made her crave sex almost as much as I did. The change in her would be faster since the physical changes would not be as drastic. Her feet, left dangling, moved to my shoulders to gain leverage. With her heels on my shoulder and the remainder of her feet on my shoulder blades, she lifted herself off the coffee table. The placement of her feet actually shoved me tighter into her crotch. Resting on her shoulders, her hands reached for her young breasts and roughly kneaded them as my tongue kept shrinking and growing inside her folds. She was panting heavily, delirious with arousal. At the angle she was presenting me, I slipped a finger in her tight ass. My other hand reached around and was flicking her clit. All the while, Lauren kept moving her body to feel my tongue fill her up. She started to glisten from the sweat of her body's exertion. As her orgasm came crashing down on her, one of her kneading hands wrapped themselves in my hair and held my head in place. Her body tensed and became motionless. Frozen in place as she reveled in her orgasm. She let out a scream a banshee would have been proud of. I laid her back onto the coffee table and watched her twitching body as she came down from her high. I gently stroked her body collecting her sweat on my fingertips. She lay there panting and moaning. When my fingers reached her face, she quickly bent her head and captured them with her mouth. Tasting the juices that spilled out on them as well as her sweat, had her moaning even more. With a cat-like grace, she rolled over and pushed me back on the couch. The hunger in her eyes was evident. She had a prize in sight. Unlike last time, now I was ready. She locked her mouth on mine. Her hands came crashing down on my breasts. Her fingers closed around their flesh. My legs encircled her as I thrust my crotch into her stomach. She broke our kiss and looked down my body. When her eyes traced back up and our gazes locked on each other, her tongue sensuously and tantalizingly licked her lips. She bent lower to take a nipple in her mouth. She twirled her tongue around the hard nub. Then she switched to the other breast, but her instincts weren't to worship my body. No, she wanted to ravage me. She soon moved from my breasts and was between my legs in a hurry. As she knelt before me I heard a thump before she exclaimed, "Shit!" She extricated herself from me and sat on the coffee table rubbing her toe. Apparently, she had stubbed it on the furniture. Looking back at me, her pain forgotten, she grabbed my legs and whipped me around. I was now lying on the couch my back on the armrest. She fell on the couch, her face looking directly at my open pussy. I lifted a leg up and rested it on the back of the couch. My other leg draped off the couch exposing myself fully. She tentatively licked my folds, but then her hunger took over and she plunged her tongue into me. I smiled as I watched my newest convert eat from my wanton goblet. She was frantic as she tried to get my juices in her mouth. She was growing frustrated. I let her keep at it for a while. She sat up and was rubbing her jaw. I looked at her curiously. I was wondering what was going through her young mind. Her jaw sore, yet her need was unabated. What would she do to sate her desires? She plopped back on the couch. Except this time she was in the same position as me. Her back was on the other end of the couch. She closed the gap of our bodies. She was soon pressing her pussy into mine. Her outside leg was positioned over my body as she had wiggled her inside leg under my outstretched leg. She started circling her hips on my crotch spreading her juices over my mound. I enjoyed watching her as she continued grinding our pussies together. Her young breasts were flailing on her body. I could see the sheen of her body glisten as she fought off another orgasm. I took a the foot that was over my body and brought it to my mouth. Her leg was pressed between my breasts as I took her foot and began to suck her toes. She moaned at this sensation as she began to thrust harder onto my mound. She came once more as our clits rubbed each other. She rode out her orgasm spasming against my cunt. This time her orgasm didn't deplete her of her energy. Invigorated, she repositioned herself on the couch. She moved her hands under my ass as she brought her mouth once again to my pussy. She would rub my ass as she would pull my pussy to her face. She alternated between flattening her tongue in long licks to rolling her tongue and jabbing me with it. She would bring her mouth away from my pussy and flick my clit. "Oh. My. God!" I heard from behind me. I lowered my back so my head could look behind me. I saw Lauren's 18 year old sister, Jessica, standing in the doorway in her cheerleader uniform. Standing beside her was a friend of hers. Lauren looked up at the intrusion. In a growl, she said, "Get out." She bent back to her task with renewed vigor. I grabbed her head and pulled her hair as she continued to tongue fuck me. I looked back once more to see that the two interlopers hadn't moved a muscle. Seems that my plan to corrupt the women in this house wasn't going to take as long as I had thought. I brought my attention back to the nubile 20 year old between my legs. With the audience behind me and the mouth and tongue on me, I decided now I would give Lauren the treat she was after. I spilled my essence into her waiting mouth. She drank it up. Once I was done, Lauren began having the same tremors her mom had, but I was too interested in the two teens behind me to give her much thought. Swinging my legs over the trembling woman, I stood in front of the two intruders. "Enjoy the show?" "That was..." Jessica began. "...HOT!" her friend finished. Jessica nodded her assent. "So, Jessica," I asked, "who's your friend?" "Em-emily." "Emily," I took her hand and kissed her palm, "how do you know Jessica?" "W-we're both seniors on the squad," Jessica answered for her. "She's my b-best friend," Emily added. I smiled as I seductively asked, "Do you two want to share something else in common?" They looked at each other before glancing at me and, simultaneously asked, "Share what?" I grabbed their hands and said, "Why me, of course." They let out a suppressed gasp and nodded their heads. Yes, this was going to be much quicker than I had planned. Succubus Reborn Ch. 04 This series will progress to lesbian and incest sex. If this bothers you, you might want to leave now. This is a continuation of my previous chapters so it will be helpful to read those first. All characters depicted having sex are over 18. Jessica and Emily were both wearing their school's cheerleader uniforms. Jessica had her blonde hair, like her mother and sister, tied into pigtails while Emily's brunette hair was pulled back into a pony tail. Their outfits didn't reveal much, but I could tell that Emily had more of a chest than both Lauren and Jessica and could have rivaled the older Mary. I led the two 18 year old cheerleaders to the center of the living room and bade them to lay on their backs on the floor. Bending down, I slipped Jessica's boy short bloomers and panties down her legs. I had to remove her shoes to get her garments fully off her. As I was going about my business, the two cheerleaders were cupping each others breasts as they began kissing each other passionately. I smiled at how easy this was working out for me. Perhaps my pheromones were getting stronger. Or, quite possibly, this wasn't the first time these two had fooled around with each other or at the very least thought about it. As I looked up at the two cheerleaders, Emily had slipped her hand under Jessica's uniform top to fondle her friend's breasts. I slipped my head down and under Jessica's cheerleading skirt. I slid my tongue over her slit and dipped the tip in her folds, teasingly. I then moved to kiss and lick around her labia tenderly. I pulled back a little to lick and suck my fingers. With two fingers slick with my saliva, I slipped them into the teen's cunt as I bent back to licking her folds. Still eagerly kissing her friend, I heard her muffled moans. I ran my free hand up her body and under her uniform top. With my hand under her top, I began to rub and fondle her sports bra covered breast. I was still lapping at her folds when I felt her shift. Shortly after her shifting, I felt the air rather than the top's fabric on the back of my hand. I slipped my tongue into her folds between my two invading fingers. I couldn't see with her skirt covering my head, but there was a tugging at her sports bra. My hand was lifted up for a second before it was placed back on her now naked breast. At that point, her moans were more vocal. I also felt hair brush my hand and arm. I slipped my fingers out of Jessica's canal and traced my now free hand up Emily's legs. I was trying to wedge my hand in from the leg of her boy short bloomers, but the fabric didn't allow my arm to snake its way in. Struggling to one-handedly pull the garment down her legs proved to be too difficult. Emily, sensing my intentions raised her hips and began to help with the removal of her underwear. We got both the bloomers and panties down to her knees, but no further as we got distracted with our needs. I slipped the two fingers previously in her best friend into her cunt and began to thrust them in and out. Wanting to see what was going on unimpeded, with a groan from Jessica, I pulled my head from under her skirt. What I saw was amazing. The amount of desire, of unadulterated lust, was joyous for me. She had a sex-crazed look on her face of wild abandon. Her top had been discarded to who-the-fuck-cares where and her sports bra was pushed up to expose her breasts. Emily had abandoned her friend's mouth and was sucking greedily at her breast. She growled at me, furiously, "Slut, get back to eating me out." She must be used to people heeding her words, but she needed to learn her place with me. She placed her hands on my head to urge me to her dripping pussy, but I wouldn't budge. "SLUT?!?" I practically yelled. "You will learn who the slut is!" I saw fear in her eyes as I flipped her over onto her stomach. Emily had been nibbling on her nipple, but the sheer force I had flipped her ripped her mouth from the nipple. A yelp of pain sounded from Jessica. I maneuvered her onto her hands and knees. With her in place, I draped myself over her body. I whispered venomously in her ear, "I was going to make this pleasurable, but your disrespect means there will be more pain before there will be pleasure." I was rubbing her ass tenderly as I said this. I then raised my arm and spanked her, hard. Her ass cheeks jiggled with their reverberations. I raised back again and spanked the other cheek. I slipped my hand down and stroked her vulva, before I lowered my hand and spanked upward on her mound. She grunted and wailed at my assault. "Emily," I called over to where she still lay, "get over here and pinch her nipples. Don't be gentle or you will get the same experience." She hastily got over to where we were and, while looking at me, said to Jessica, "I'm sorry." She took both nipples and pinched and twisted them. Jessica yelped again at the pain. "Get under her. It'll be easier to torment her that way." Emily eased under her and was about to bring her mouth to Jessica's for a kiss before I said, "No! Her pleasure will only come through her pain." I could tell she had no idea what I meant, but she obeyed and went back to torturing her friend above her. I kept smacking her ass and cunt while mixing in soothing touches. Every time she thought her punishment was over, I would smack her again. Her ass was getting redder by the minute, but, to my surprise and delight, her pussy was getting wetter. With my one hand smacking her ass and cunt, I slipped the other under her and to her friend's exposed pussy. I started to finger her as she brought more torment to her friend. Any time I saw their mouths draw near I swatted Emily's cunt. This proved to be the simplest way to get these two to do my bidding. With my fingers literally dripping with Emily's juice and Jessica's juices now running down her legs, I slipped first three fingers into her pussy. It was a tight fit at first, but I soon added my pinky finger with the other three. She was panting by no. Her need for sexual release building, but with no end in sight. I slowly added my thumb to the fingers imbedded in her. Once I had my whole hand in her pussy, I made a fist. She reared back and howled in pain as she was stuffed. Sweat pouring down her face and panting heavily as if no amount of air was enough for her, she collapsed on her friend. With a pop, I freed my hand from her confines and whipped my free hand solidly across her buttocks. I continued to raid down blows until, on shaky legs, she resumed her position on her hands and knees. I then, quickly, placed my entire fist back into her folds. "You see what you are?" I asked menacingly. She merely nodded her head. "Do you want more punishment?" She shook her head wildly. "Answer me, slut!" "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes, I am a slut." "Who's slut?" "Yours." I smiled as she publicly declared her position. "Do you wish to cum?" She nodded her head. "Slut," I intoned maliciously, "when asked a question...ANSWER ME!" "Yes," her voice trembled with fear, "I want to cum." "Beg for it, like a good slut." "Oh, God. Please. I want, no I need to cum. So bad. I am so close, please just let me cum." "Very well, but on one condition." "Wh-what's that?" "Emily," I said instead of answering her, "when the two of you are together, who cums first?" Emily looked out from under Jessica and said, "She does." I smiled. So I was correct this wasn't their first time together. And this horny bitch had a selfish streak. She was going to receive her pleasure—my plan depended on it—but not before she gave pleasure to her friend. "Okay, Emily, get up on the coffee table and spread your legs." She did as directed. "Jessica, do you know what you have to do before you can cum?" She just shook her head. "Well, it looks like your friend always serves you first. So this time, she cums first. Understand?" She nodded her head as she crawled to her friend's oozing sex. It was difficult to do with my hand still in her cunt, but she managed it. Once there, she leaned down and began to lap at her friend's juices that had dribbled down her legs. Emily's hands went to her friend's head and pulled her further up so she could lick straight from the source. I began to slowly withdraw my hand, but Jessica whipped her head around and meekly asked, "Please, leave it in." She bent back to her task at hand not waiting for a reply. Interesting. So this little minx liked pain with her pleasure. I plunged my hand back into her depths. Emily's hands began to trace her body, but still being covered quickly slipped her top off and over her head. This wasn't enough for her as her sports bra quickly followed. She shook her head as she undid her pony tail letting her brunette hair fall over her shoulders. With her torso now exposed, I could tell she was at least a D-cup and not an ounce of sag on her young body. Now, unhindered, she began to knead and massage her breasts as I picked up my pace in the ever loosening pussy I was fist-fucking. Emily grabbed Jessica's head and held her in place with one hand as her other pinched one of her nipples. She was gyrating her hips on Jessica's lips. I bent down and stuck my tongue into Jessica's little rosebud. As I pumped her pussy with my fist, my tongue was steadily sinking into her upturned ass. Jessica was thrusting back meeting my strokes of my fist with vigor. I could smell the sweat as her body exerted itself in the frenzied fucking she was receiving. Emily kept her head planted on her oozing mound. Muffled moans came from under Emily's skirt. The wail above us brought my gaze on the thrashing girl attached to Jessica's head. My tongue had slithered out of Jessica's puckered ass. Emily had fallen back. Her hands were on the couch holding her body over the gap between the couch and the coffee table. I could see her orgasm wash over her as her body tensed on Jessica's tongue. This set Jessica off, but, before she could cum on my hand, I quickly pulled my hand from her pussy and clamped my mouth over her cunt. I plunged my tongue deeply in her folds. It swelled and filled Jessica completely. With my face and tongue driving her forward and Emily not releasing her grasp, Jessica was stuck between the two of us. I lapped up every last drop of her sweet nectar. I heard another groan as Jessica brought Emily off once more. Having cleaned Jessica thoroughly, I decided I needed Emily now. She wasn't going to be much use to me if she was already spent, though. I picked her up and laid her on the ground. All the while I was kissing and stroking her exposed skin. As she sprawled on the floor, I bent to remove her skirt leaving her in her frilly ankle socks. I then kissed my way up her leg. I would alternate between licking and kissing. I started at her ankle, where her skin started, with a gentle kiss. Then I licked my way up to her calf before kissing that area. In this manner, I worked my way up to her honey pot. I stuck my tongue out and licked her slit before kissing her exposed clit. With renewed vigor she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me tighter to her pussy. I felt hands opening my legs and a tongue invading my cunt. I whipped my head around to see Jessica begin to feast on me. I lifted my leg and flopped on my back removing my center from Jessica's hungry mouth. Emily groaned at my departure, but I had other plans. "Emily, come here and sit on my face." She hurriedly got up and was about to face down my feet, ostensibly to watch Jessica eat my cunt. "No face the other wall." Before I had my mouth covered, I told Jessica, who by now had slipped her sports bra off but still had her skirt on, "You aren't done servicing Emily, yet." I couldn't finish my instructions as Emily landed on my mouth. Oh, well. If Jessica couldn't figure out my intent, I would just have to punish her some more. I went at this new creamy pussy like it had been the first pussy of the day. I slipped my tongue in as it grew in her warm confines. I yanked her down hard as my nose brushed her sensitive clit. I soon felt two hands grip my two fleshy mounds as a chin rested on my sternum. A cry of pleasure erupted as Jessica reamed Emily's ass with her tongue. So the little imp did suspect my meaning. "OH. Fuck! Yes, you lezzie slut fuck my ass with your tongue! Oh. GOD! You two are making me feel soooo...ugh, yes...so GOOOD!" She was bucking wildly on the two tongues impaling her. "I...SHIT...I can't...FUCK...gonna cum...OH FUCK...so hard!" And she did. Her cream ran down her thigh in such copious amounts that it overflowed my mouth. She fell forward and off the nefarious tongues. Now free of her friend's confines, Jessica's tongue started licking up the dripping juice around my lips. Once she had collected it all, I grabbed her by her pigtails and roughly pulled her to my mouth. I licked the inside of her mouth gathering the juice this slut had stolen from me. Emily was babbling incoherently as she curled up in the fetal position. While her conscious mind and body were both recovering, her will was unguarded. Now was the perfect time to convert her, before she had time to recover. I pushed Jessica aside as I went and sat in front of Emily's head. I tugged at her hair to place her nose in line with my cunt. She could smell my essence and, weakly, she pulled her face closer to my cunt. Jessica tried to get another taste of her friend, but her body couldn't take any more. The only reason she had any control to even move to me was the intoxicating scent of my unabated pheromones filling her nostrils. She sank her tongue into my hole and lapped at it wantonly. I sank back and rested on my elbows as I watched my latest convert lick my insides. Jessica, not wanting to be left out looked at me imploringly. I beckoned with my head to come forward. She hastily came to me and kneeled over my head. She was about to face the wall like Emily had before, but I wanted her to watch Jessica. So I instructed her, "Face your friend. See what a good slut she is." At this, she planted her cunt to my face. I sank my tongue back into her infernal pit of desire. I began to pour my essence out into Emily's waiting mouth. Jessica leaned forward to watch her friend. As she witnessed her friend sucking down my juices, she braced herself by grabbing my breasts and fucked herself on my invading tongue. I felt Emily's mouth and tongue recede from my mound. She was quaking as the change came over her. With my pussy free, Jessica dipped her head lower and kissed my clit before sinking her tongue in me. I decided she had earned her conversion by now so I allowed more of my essence to flow out from me. I was fucking her pussy with my tongue with wild abandon as she lapped up every drop I offered her. She lifted her head and screamed as another orgasm ripped through her walls. She quickly bent her head to bury her tongue back into my folds. With her orgasm flowing from her and my essence entering her, she started to quake in my arms. Not even a full day on this earth and I had already made my way through this family. I even had a young vixen I hadn't even known of as a convert. The day could not have been any better. Pretty soon, I would be able to reap the benefits of my patience. My plan would be coming to fruition before I had ever allowed myself to hope for. Succubus Reborn Ch. 05 First off, thank you for reading, voting and commenting on my stories. I know I have teased the incest for the past chapters. This one finally makes good on that promise. To answer some of the comments (both in comment section and through feedback emailed to me): As for more transformations, I decided to have the succubus have two forms-her demonic form and her human form. So she relies more heavily on her pheromones which get stronger the more she feeds. As for her gaining a dick, sorry but not happening. While I like futa stories and hentai, I prefer to have my version of a succubus retain her female form without any male alerations. As for her victims transformations, the younger girls depicted so far haven't needed to be modified except for their ideas, morals and views of sex. Since I am staying in first-person, I can't enter their minds to tell you, the reader, what they are thinking. Sorry. I will add more people to be physically modified, though. As for extra powers, well read on. I hope the ones I introduced in this chapter help out. All characters depicted having sex are over 18. I heard a sharp intake somewhere behind us and a question form, "What the..." But the question was abandoned, by the owner. I looked back and coming down the stairs was Mary, wrapped only in a towel. The towel seemed to be having a hard time covering her new form as her now perfect D-cup breasts threatened to rip the fabric from her body. The sight and, more importantly, my pheromones did the rest of the work on her newly formed morals. Gone was the prude that her husband knew. What stood at the doorway was a creature of my own design. She looked less like the two girls' mother but rather their older sister. The towel finally let gravity do its job. As it fluttered to the ground, Mary continued without pause. She gracefully walked to the couch where her oldest daughter was still recovering from her ordeal with me. She stroked her trembling daughter's forehead. Blinking, Lauren languidly stretched and arched her back. Her mother, looking down on her prone form, bent down and kissed her deeply. Lauren, caught off guard, at first tried to break away, but the changes I made and the pheromones wafting in the room quickly dissolved her resolve as she reached around her mother to pull her more deeply in the embrace. Lauren, breaking the kiss, curled up in her mother's arms. Her body hadn't enough time to recover and transition like her mother's had. Mary gently stroked her daughter's naked form. I slid out from under Jessica, who soon was cuddled with Emily. As I arose, Mary looked over my naked body. I could sense her desire, but I had other plans. I knew that my human converts weren't going to be able to survive on sex alone. Plus, there were supplies I could get to help the girls as they fell further in my debauchery. Once I had reached the couch, I held out my hand to Mary. Having grasped the outstretched hand, I tugged for her to stand. "The girls need some time to recover from their ordeals. I would like you to escort me as I run some errands." Mary nodded as she rushed upstairs to her bedroom. I followed her up the stairs. "Where are we going?" she implored as she was searching her closet. Ignoring her question, I took her hand and led her across the hall to one of her daughters' rooms. Mary's style was much too conservative for her new lifestyle. With the body of a much younger woman, I thought the clothes of her daughters would better suit her. I pulled out a blouse and skirt that I thought would look great on her. I flung the clothes on the bed as I bent to look through the shoe collection in the closet. As I turned back, I saw Mary looking at her outfit in the mirror. I stalked toward her as I admired the view. The beige skater skirt flared out from her hips and came down mid-thigh. The blouse was a black and lavender striped buttoned sleeveless shirt. The black areas, though, was actually mesh. I reached around Mary and presented her with a pair of brown wedge sandals. When she turned to face me, I noticed the top four buttons were left undone. This left only the buttons below her breasts actually buttoned. She sat down on the bed and proceeded to put the sandals on her feet. This revealed her lack of underwear. I was pleasantly surprised she decided not to add anything to her outfit. Not wasting any time, I closed my eyes and imagined what I was going to wear. When I opened my eyes, I was wearing a lacy white short sleeved crop top that barely covered my breasts. I was also wearing dark blue jeans that may as well have been painted on. To top it off, I had black 3" stilettos. Once ready, we headed downstairs to run our errands. Mary grabbed her purse from the foyer console table. It was later than I had expected and the cool evening air brushed both of our barely covered breasts delightfully. We got into her car and, using her phone's GPS, I directed her to our first stop. "A sex store?" she asked. "I have a vibrator at home and I'm sure the girls do too. Why couldn't we have just stayed in?" she whined. "What I have in mind," I patted her knee, "you probably wouldn't have the toys required." I opened my door and got out. She followed suit and locked the doors with the button on her remote. When she joined me at the front of the car, she slipped her arm around my waist with her hand resting on my ass. The bored cashier's head popped up from her magazine at the sound of the front bell as it announced our presence. She ogled us as we walked past her station. With the right motion, Mary's nipples could be seen through the mesh fabric of her top. My own top also showed glimpses of the treasures under it. "C-can I h-help you?" she stammered. I do love being able to make everyone stumble over their tongues at the mere sight of me. Even though I am a demon, I am not immune to vanity. I checked her out myself. She had a punk/goth style about her. One side of her head was shaved and had a Celtic knot tattooed on her skin. Her hair was dyed a fiery red that tapered to a golden yellow on the tips. On the unshaven side of her head, her bangs fell to cover one eye. Her heart-shaped pixie-like face had a lip ring, eyebrow ring, an ear bar in her uncovered ear and a spike gauge in the lobe. She wore a black tank top that had the store's logo on the front. She wore a flannel shirt that's sleeves had been cut off. Her arms were adorned with more tattoos. "I know what I want," I stared at her intently hoping she would understand my desire for her, "but I may desire your help with the items." I heard a little gasp from her as I turned my attention back to getting the supplies. I would let her think about what I said and invite her to join us when we left. I knew tongues and fingers were only going to get us so far. I also knew, at some point, I was going to need a man. That last part would have to wait. It was also not a pressing need, yet. We walked around the store picking up and examining toys. By the time we were ready to check out, we had our arms full. I was now able to read the girl's name tag. Her name was Chloe. Her eyes bugged out at the assortment. We had multiples of everything from strap-ons, vibrators, double-ended dildos, nipple clamps and varying sizes of dildos. After ringing everything up, Chloe said, "Looks like quite the party." I smiled deliciously at her grabbed a piece of paper and, with the pen Mary used to sign the credit card slip, wrote down the address of Mary and Steven's house. Passing the paper to her I replied, "Come by when you get off." Mary snickered, "Yeah, we'd be happy to get you off." We heard a groan behind us. We both turned our head to see an overweight balding man waiting to purchase what ever he had in his hands. We giggled thinking of the imagery we had given this person. Mary wrapped me in her arms as we picked up our bags and walked to the door. Just before we exited the building, Chloe called back to us, "I'll be there." I turned my head and blew her a kiss. Mary waved using her fingers. "Where to next?" Mary asked once our purchases were secured in the trunk and we were buckling our seatbelts. "Food. I don't care what, but you and the girls will need your energy." Mary thought for a second then, putting the car in gear, drove off. Silence descended on us as Mary drove. I was fine with that as it left me time to muse on the events so far and mentally I formed a checklist of things to do. I wasn't sure how to go about completing the task I had set out to do, but I would have the basics planned out as best as possible. We pulled into a Mexican food restaurant. Upon entering, the hostess greeted us. "Table for two, si?" "No. To go." The matronly hostess looked disappointed, but we had three women waiting for us naked at home. No amount of power was going to keep us apart from them any longer than necessary. She led us to the bar with menus for both of us. Mary started perusing the menu. This particular Mexican food establishment had a burrito platter and taco platter. It consisted of the items needed to make your own food. The description said it was big enough for four. Mary ordered two of each platter. We also ordered extra chips and salsa, refried beans, rice, chili con queso, and sopapillas. We probably ordered enough for an army, but at least the girls' hunger would be satisfied. We ordered so much that the two of us couldn't carry it ourselves. Parking in the garage, we got out and carried some of the food in. By the time we got home, the girls had stirred from where I had left them. Their energy seemed to be renewed, but the smell of food made them realize just how hungry they really were. They were about to open up the food and eat it straight from the packages, but Mary, using her motherly voice, admonished them, "There's more in the car." To which, the three girls scampered off to retrieve the rest. Mary pulled me to her, hungrily. She pressed her body firmly to mine and pulled me into a passionate kiss. Panting, she looked me in the eyes and said, "I had the hardest time not doing that since we left my daughter's room." That was when the three girls naked, except for Jessica in her cheerleader skirt, came in carrying the remainder of the food. "There are packages in the trunk as well, for later. Grab them and put them in the living room," I instructed. Mary and Lauren hurried out. I looked at Emily inquisitively. Before I could ask her what she wanted, she blurted out, "I invited my sister over." Fearing my reaction, she bowed her head. I put one finger under her chin and lifted her head. "How?" I saw the confusion in her eyes. I hadn't given her the reaction she was expecting. Was she afraid I would be upset? Did she think I'd want to know why? But I wanted to hear how she planned to pull her sister into this. "I, well, um...I called her, after I woke up. I told her that I had had to leave my car at school. That it wouldn't start. And I asked her to come pick me up here, at Jessica's house. I thought, well, that since you had—somehow, I don't know how—were able to, um, get Lauren and Jess to do...those things, I didn't even know about their mom, that maybe you'd want Stacy, too." "Ohmygod! Did you buy the entire fucking store?" Lauren squealed. "No. We did get one other thing, but it should be delivered later." Giggling, Jessica teased, "Why does it have to be delivered? Too big to put in the car?" "No. For your information, it's because she doesn't get off until later." This shut the two girls up as they carried their bags to the living room. I watched as Emily's eyes never strayed from her friend until Jessica was out of sight. When the two sisters came back into the kitchen, Emily rushed over to Jessica. She planted her hands on Jessica's ass and pulled her into a kiss. When they parted, Emily said, "You've got too much on." She quickly yanked her friend's skirt down her body, where Jessica stepped out of the discarded garment. "If she had too much on," Lauren stated, "then these two are way over dressed." The two sisters were ogling their newly transformed mother as they slowly approached her. Upon reaching their mother from behind, the each slipped a side of the blouse over her shoulders and let the garment pool around her waist. They, then, kneaded a breast as they sucked on her neck. Emily, watching this, looked over at me and bounded over to me. She quickly pulled the top over my head as she began feasting on my breasts. She pushed me up against the kitchen's island counter. Her hands were fumbling for the clasp and zipper of my jeans. I glanced over at the three female family members. The sisters' hands had crept under their mother's skirt and, as evidenced by their motions, were quickly rubbing their fingers through her vagina. Emily, by now, was kneeling before me licking at my own pussy. My hunger had returned, though. I picked her up in my arms her ass in my hands and her breasts on the top of my head. I carried her to the other counter and sat her down on it. I was not going to be taking this slow. I sank my head to her crotch and thrust my growing tongue into her folds. I heard the orgasmic cry from Mary behind me, but I was too intent on the young flesh before me. She grabbed my hair and pulled me tighter. My nose grazed her clit as her legs wrapped around me. Her body clenched as she exploded onto my tongue. I lapped up every last drop of her sweet nectar. Having my fill, I helped her slide off the counter. Just then, I heard her stomach growl. She blushed, cutely, as she grabbed a plate to gather her dinner. Naked, we all sat at the table. I had some food on my plate, but, as I didn't need the food for energy, I only had small portions. The doorbell rang interrupting our lustful gazes at each other. Emily moved to get up, "That must be Stacy." I beckoned her to sit back down. "It could also be Chloe, but you still need your energy for tonight so stay and eat. I will get it." I didn't care about my nudity. I also didn't care who was on the other side of the door. I just flung the door open. Their before me was a woman I had not seen before so I reasoned it must be Emily's sister. "I, um...well, is, um Emily here?" I grabbed her by the arm and tugged her into the house as I saw an elderly couple walking down the street with their dog. I saw Stacy's nostrils flare at the mixed smells in the living room. Her eyes spied the packages. The emblazoned logo of the store left no doubt as to what lay in them. "She's just in the dining room eating dinner," I soothed, "but I could use something to eat myself." I circled her dragging my finger around her shoulders and down her back. I could see the family resemblance. This is what Emily would look like in about three years. Well, before I had gotten to her anyway. Stacy had the same brunette hair as her sister, but her hazel eyes were different than her sister's brown ones. She wore a tight tank top and sweats. Just something to throw on to pick up her sister. "W-wh-what d-did you h-have in m-mind?" Standing behind her now, I whispered, "You look delicious. Are you on the menu?" She eagerly nodded her head. This day is just getting better and better. I spun her around facing me and pulled her into a kiss. I was teasing the tip of my tongue on her lips. She was having none of that, though. She shoved her tongue into my mouth hungrily. While we were kissing, a thought occurred to me. With this room being the largest in the house and all these women coming, I would need to make more room. I closed my eyes and thought about how to change it. As my hands pulled Stacy's tank top off her shoulders, I could feel the texture of the floor change under my bare feet. I heard a gasp at the entrance of the living room. I opened my eyes as Stacy whipped her head to look behind her. Standing there was her sister, Emily. "I-I'm s-sorry. It's not w-what it l-looks like!" she stuttered. "So you aren't making out with this naked goddess with your boobs hanging out?" Emily stated the obvious. Gripping me tighter to hide her bared breasts and lowered her head to my shoulder to hide her eyes, she tried to explain, "I d-don't kn-know what h-happened..." Her voice trailed off as her sister had rushed from behind and grabbed her. Emily worked one hand down her sister's body into her sweat pants. The other hand grabbed a breast and rolled her nipple through her fingers. "If you hadn't noticed, sis, but I was teasing you." Emily kissed her sister's shoulder. "I mean, hell, I have even less on than your." Another kiss planted at the junction between her neck and shoulder. "I was even, before you arrived, having wonderful lesbian sex at this goddess' fingers and tongue." The kissing trail went up to just under Stacy's jaw. "And my bestie, Jessica." I could feel the fingers working at Stacy's crotch on my thigh. I was getting a little anxious to join in, but I relished watching my young convert seduce her own sister. Now however, I wanted in. I lifted Stacy's head back up so I could kiss her tasty lips. This time there was no teasing as I slipped my tongue in past her lips. She reciprocated the action as our tongues battled for supremacy in the other's mouth. "Just think, sis," I heard Emily whisper in her sister's ear, "soon you will be having lesbian sex, too." Stacy shivered as we worked this brunette over. "Not just with Iliana, but with me," Stacy moaned in my mouth, "and with Jessica, her sister and mom." Stacy was shuddering in our arms. My powers had strengthened so I didn't have to feed them my essence any more. The change would be fast now and wouldn't require, for lack of a better term, a reboot. Stacy broke our kiss as her orgasm ripped through her body, but I could see the change. Her eyes had hardened. Before, she was tentative but curious. After being caught by her sister, she was frightened but still turned on. Now, however, she was hungry. Her sister was eagerly licking her fingers tasting her sister on them. "Oh, wow!" We heard. The other three women were staring at the new room. Gone was the furniture from before. Now the furniture consisted of low plush seats around the walls draped in silk. The floor was malleable like firm mattresses, also covered in silk. There was nothing in the center of the room for us to stumble into, except the bags of toys. I tried to reproduce the look and feel of a harem's room, but more posh than was historically accurate. This brief interruption didn't break the hunger still in Stacy's eyes. Having turned her head to see the intruders, her eyes went back to her sister. She turned the rest of her body as she pushed her Emily backward. They both fell to the floor as Stacy pulled her sister's mouth to her own. I bent down and proceeded to remove her panties and sweats from her legs. "So, girls," Mary said as her daughters were caressing her body as they watched the threesome form in front of them, "we have some items that, personally I feel, need to be broken in." Lauren and Jessica hurried to the bags and were rummaging around. I sank two fingers into Stacy's cunt and was fucking her with my digits as the two sister's continued to make out. I watched the happenings around me. Lauren was now putting the strap-on harness on, but was having problems with it. "Hey, Jess, help me with this. I wanna fuck mom so hard." Jessica dropped the double-ended dildo on the floor and scurried over to help clasp the harness on her older sister. Stacy raised up and, lifting the tank top over her head, said, "You got a taste of me, now, baby sis, it's my turn to taste you!" Stacy started to slither her way down her sister's body, but Emily stopped her. "Please, sis," she begged as she held onto her sister's hair, "let me taste you too." Stacy leaned down and kissed her sister again. Succubus Reborn Ch. 05 Breaking the kiss, Stacy grinned down at her panting sister, "Of course, Em," she put her arms around her breasts and nodded her head once, like Jeannie from that sitcom, "your wish is my command." I let my fingers fall from her wet pussy as they aligned themselves up face-to-pussy. "Oh. Fuck me! Fuck your mother's slutty cunt!" "Oh God, mom. I am! Fuck! I wish I could feel you on my cock!" I brought my attention back to the three family members. Lauren was fucking her mom in the missionary position, but behind Lauren was Jessica on her back with her and her sister impaled on the double-ended dildo. Lauren was thrusting forward into her mom and on the out stroke was fucking herself on Jessica. The idea of these toys giving and receiving pleasure piqued my curiosity. I knew the toys would never be able to produce the essence I needed to survive, but perhaps I could make the wearers feel what they would feel as if they were there own. I closed my eyes and tried to figure out how to go about this. Even with my eyes closed, I could sense what was going on. I could see the women in their sexual acts. Their bodies glowed with a red aura. With no life force, the toys were black. I focused on the toys and I saw them change color. Linked with me, the toys started to glow purple. "OH FUCKING HELL, MOM! I can feel you! Oh fuck...I can't...I can't hold out much longer." I opened my eyes as I saw Lauren frantically fucking between the two females. I smiled at my accomplishment. "What...OH SHIT..." Jessica screamed. Apparently, the feeling of the double-ended dildo worked doubly. It was transmitting not just the feeling of being stuffed in Jessica's pussy, but also Jessica was feeling the shaft being stuffed in her own sister. I could only imagine what Lauren was feeling then. She had to have felt being in both her mom and sister and also the dildo in her. She had collapsed on her mother as she writhed. The three women were trapped in an Ouroboros-like orgasm. Lauren's hips would involuntarily move so she would sink on her sister's double-ended dildo. She would then reflexively move off the penetrating member and sheath herself back in her mother. I could feel the energy pass through me as she fucked herself, and her family members, through her—and their—orgasms. Words were unable to be formed, but the moaning of the three writhing women was a symphony to my ears. Meanwhile, Emily and Stacy were still licking each other's snatches. They were so lost in their own world they paid no attention to the three convulsing women locked in an orgasmic circle. Their orgasms were muffled by the pussy in front of them. The sexual energy permeating through the walls was intoxicating. I reveled in the family members' debauchery. I never could have imagined this. I walked to the two panting sisters. Placing my hands on both of their heads, I closed my eyes again. I felt tendrils of energy flow from my core and down to my fingertips. I found their sexual center and coaxed it. Soon, they were back to pleasing the pussy of the other. The doorbell brought my attention away from the two sexual piles. Opening the door, I saw Chloe from the sex toy shop. I pulled her into the house. Her eyes widened seeing the two groups of women in all their sexual glory. She stood stock still in shock as I undressed her fully. She was lithe. Her breasts were just big enough to be able to fit in a martini glass. She had tattoos and piercings down her entire body. I quickly pulled her breasts to my mouth and began to suck. I felt one of them grow big enough they would spill out of my hands when grasped. I swapped to the unattended breast and soon it matched its partner. Finished with her breasts, I wrapped my lips around her nipple ring and lifted my head with it still in my mouth. She let out a delightful moan as she shuddered at the pain. Letting it go, I saw her breast bounce back with little ripples. I nibbled my way down her body. She looked at me, "What are you going to do to me?" I thought I heard a little quiver in her voice, but she was too far gone now to stop. "Anything I want." And right then, I wanted to taste this punk chick. I plunged my tongue into her folds. She was moaning loudly as I tasted her. Suddenly, her moans were muffled. I was baffled. Who would dare silence my symphony. I looked up and, somehow, Mary had planted her cunt over my newest convert's mouth and was riding her tongue. I looked up and saw Stacy on her hands and knees getting fucked from behind by Lauren. Jessica was draped over her sister's body, still attached to her sister with the double-ended dildo. Emily was lining up her own strap-on to take her best friend's ass. "Yeah, that's right. Fuck my sister as I fuck your sister's ass," Emily growled with animalistic lust as she sank her cock in friend's ass. I closed my eyes as I luxuriated in the sexual energy I was absorbing. I got up and went to retrieve some toys to try out on my newest prey. I grabbed a thick dildo and the vibrating anal beads we had purchased earlier. The two pairs of sisters were fucking each other into oblivion. All four were shaking as their orgasms passed through each other. I stalked around Mary and Chloe as Chloe was greedily sucking out the juices from the snatch on her mouth. I got back between Chloe's legs. I inserted the anal beads into her pussy to lubricate them. I thought about turning them on, but decided to giver her that surprise when they were pressed into her ass. As I pulled them out, I saw her pussy trickle some of her juices. I licked my lips, but held off licking her nectar. She was going to need the lubrication for the massive dildo I had in my hand. I eased the anal beads into her ass. Once they were all in, I started to shove the dildo in her quivering cunt. Her body tensed up as her two holes were stuffed full. Next to us, the four girls had broken up their fuck train and were shaking in each other's arms. Their bodies were glistening with a mixture of sweat and pussy juice. Mary was shaking herself as Chloe was bringing her another orgasm today. I pulled Mary toward me, which pulled her off Chloe's face. As I pulled her further down Chloe's body, her pussy juice left a trail. She was coating Chloe's breasts as I bent forward for a kiss. I then told Mary, "Look at those four girls." She craned her neck. "They need more, I think. Go and clean them up with your tongue." I pulled her back into my embrace. As we kissed, I let seep out some of my essence that would allow Mary to re-energize the four exhausted girls. While Mary went to do my bidding, I returned my attention to the sex-pot before me. I switched on the vibrator in Chloe's ass. The effect was marvelous. It was as if I had just touched her with an exposed electrical wire. Her back arched off the ground as she convulsed. I slowly withdrew the dildo from her pussy. Once only its head was in her, I shoved it back in her velvety folds. It was an odd sensation. I could feel this dildo as if it was attached to my hand. I repeated the motion, but this I twisted it so its 'balls' rubbed against her clit when it was shoved back in. I looked over and saw, to my delight, Mary had reinvigorated the girls and was organizing their next session. I mindlessly kept pumping the dildo as the sensations traveled up my arm. Stacy was laid out on the ground. Mary led the two 18 year old cheerleaders to sit on the vibrators that Stacy had in her hands. Mary then produced a vibrating egg, which she shoved in Stacy's ass. Once the egg was in place, she had Lauren crawl over to Stacy. Lauren, then bent her head and started licking the pussy before her. Mary looked over to me. I winked at her before she turned away to finish the scene before me. She lowered her pussy on Stacy's face. Once everything was in place, she held up one remote at a time and pressed a button. I saw the result instantly. Lauren jerked at first. I then saw Stacy spasm causing her pussy to press more firmly on Lauren's mouth. The two cheerleaders were cupping Stacy's breasts as they were leaning toward each other and making out over Stacy's body. Their hips were undulating on the vibrators in her hands. Tossing the remotes down, Mary reached up to grasp their heads as she began to ride Stacy's tongue. I hadn't been idle as I watched this unfold. I once again shoved the fake cock in Chloe's pussy, but I again walked away. This time returning with an item called a vibrating triple super suckers. Having looked at the description on the box in the store, I knew what it was supposed to do. I placed the two larger suction cups over Chloe's nipples. Then I placed the smaller cup over her clit. Once in placed, I squeezed the pump to make sure the suckers wouldn't fall off. Finally, I turned the knobs on the cups to start the vibrations. Once she was visibly tingling from all of the vibrations in and on her body, I lowered myself to her gasping mouth. She eagerly lapped at my pussy. I leaned forward so I could grasp the dildo still in her pussy. I went back to fucking her with long strokes. She was bucking and writhing as I continued to pound the dildo in her. I could hear the moans behind me, but for now, my attention was on this lithe figure. Despite being completely full, her pussy juice was still seeping down her legs. This time I did not hesitate to do as I desired. I bent forward, which pulled my pussy off her invading tongue, to lick up her heavenly juices. She grabbed my ass and pulled it back to her mouth. Once I was back on her tongue, she slipped a finger in my ass and two fingers in my pussy. She started to move her fingers in and out of me in time with the pounding of my dildo. With all of the sexual energy around me, I was in pure bliss. I began to feed this writhing woman below me my essence. It was more of my essence than I had intended to give, but the pleasure coursing through me was more than I expected. It coated her face as it exploded out of me. No human had ever made me lose control like this, but these six women had somehow unleashed something I had never felt before. I rolled off of the girl's face and lounged against one of the pillowy seats around the new room. As I extricated from this woman, I noticed the other five were fucking and sucking vigorously. The moans were muffled by mouths, breasts or pussies. Mary had bent her head to suck at Jessica's and Emily's breasts, alternately. I saw Mary lift her head from the two breasts and her eyes darted to the woman now left alone. Her nostrils flared as she smelled my essence on her face. Like an addict, she sprung from her Stacy's face and began lapping the excess juices from Chloe's face. Dazed, the other four turned to see what the commotion was and, as if choreographed, they also moved to Chloe to lap at my essence. I wondered what would happen as they fell in a heap convulsing on the woman trapped beneath them. I needn't wonder for too long as I saw an etching on each of their backs. A pair of bat-like wings were being drawn over their shoulder blades. I had to assume it was the same for Chloe. They were being marked. To my utter surprise, down their spines the etchings continued. It wasn't the fact the markings continued but what was being written. My name was being written. Not the human name Steven had given me just this day, but rather my demonic name. So, I realized, this is how I gather my vessels. Now these six women can go out in the world and extricate men's essences for me. Sure I wouldn't get as much this way, but I would still be able to feed. The draining of my essence to these six women left me exhausted. The women were all passed out in a heap as they spasmed against each other. I weakly walked toward the women and proceeded to remove any of the sex toys that were left on. Having done so, I collapsed myself. With a smile, I drifted off in a blissful slumber. My first day on this earth again and so much has come to pass.