The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Chapter I: Summoning

Jamie took a deep breath as she set the heavy tome down on her nightstand. It was a very old book, the sort of old where no matter how hard one worked at making it appear clean and new there was always more dust to brush away. It was however remarkably preserved, with only superficial damage: a bent corner and a faint fraying along the edges of pages that still felt remarkably fresh.

The cover opened eagerly, and the pages that followed soon yielded a table of contents. Jamie turned past it without a second thought. She regarded the book with familiarity more than one would expect for having only possessed it for little over a week.

She knew the exact page, and the exact passage that she was looking for. She’d checked the translation several times over, and then had spent every scrap of free time in preparation.

With meticulous exactness she formed a circle of salt on the floor. She made completely sure it was solid without a single broken place. Given what she planned she felt better safe than sorry, and as a result there were several places that were more small hills than a smooth curve. She’d read enough to know that if she made a mistake anywhere the circle was not one of the places she could risk. Even if a part of her was thrilled with the possibilities of what could go wrong, her good sense overwhelmed the temptation.

She placed a red candle at the center of the salt circle, and lit it with a red handled lighter. The long black tube helped her stay on the outside of the salt for that extra level of safety.

With everything arranged carefully in its place, she turned off the light and sat on the edge of her bed. Jamie bowed her head, dyed dark blue hair falling beautifully around her face. Her cheeks darkened. “Come on, Jamie. You didn’t come this far to get embarrassed. It’s not like you have a roommate. Make with the summoning.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, pulling off her black t-shirt to reveal the pale skin of her breasts tightly held in black lace. The contrast made her skin look almost paper white. Her eyes flickered like twin emeralds as they gazed into the flame. Soon her bra fell away, revealing a pair of pink, pierced nipples. Identical heart shaped padlocks dangled from the curves of her average bust as Jamie wiggled out of her tight black jeans and lace panties that matched her bra in the same motion.

Wearing only her short black socks, Jamie knelt in front of the circle. Her breath quickened as her hands rose to her chest, shyly stroking along the curves of her breasts. “If this isn’t real, I’m going to feel like such a sap… But if it’s real…”

Her eyes hooded as she held her own breasts in her hands as she began to lazily knead. Circumstances had led to Jamie being very intimately familiar with her own body, and it hadn’t taken long for her to realize how sensitive her breasts were. She quivered, thighs squeezing together tightly, as her fingers grasped her nipples and twisted.

The moan that shuddered past her lips reminded her that her fears about losing sensitivity were unfounded. The sensation of the metal inside of her was a constant reminder, and as her nipples reacted that only became more intense.

Under her breath she began to chant words that she’d only ever read, and never heard spoken. Syllables found themselves broken by moans and gasps as she tugged and twisted at her nipples, throwing back her head as a longer, lower moan flowed from her lips. Her nails, painted the same blue as her hair, trailed across her breasts leaving quickly fading red lines in their wake. Worshiping her own breasts had long been a ritual Jamie held as sacred.

The candle light illuminating her body and the strange words seemed a natural match.

Her breath quickened as she gasped at the twin golden padlocks, pulling and twisting them as sharp hisses of pleasure forced themselves between the summoning ritual’s incantations. The candle’s flame at times seemed to dance and twist with her words, and yet others seemed to remain perfectly still.

Her cheeks turned a darker shade of red as she trailed one hand down along her belly to stroke the smooth lips between her legs. She wouldn’t need to pull her hands from her chest for satisfaction, but while the summoning allowed room for words to be interrupted by pleasured sounds it was very precise about how it was to end. Fingers of one hand stroked circles atop her clit, as the other swirled in a counter motion around her nipple that pulsed and throbbed around the metal it held so tight.

Jamie’s eyes rolled back into her head as she groaned, and for several long moments struggled to remember the words she had forced herself to memorize. She’d practiced the same ritual in the shower just that morning. She’d practiced it before she fell asleep the night before that.

She’d never studied that hard for school, but when there were infernal beings to summon from the depths of hell she found herself rising to the task. Practicing with orgasmic rewards seemed so much easier than struggling for an ‘A’.

The flickering candle light shined the brightest over the slickness of her thighs. As she licked a finger and rubbed it over her nipple the candle light intensified there as well, and she shuddered at the pleasure of the wet texture joined in with the rest of the perfect erotic sensations. Her heart felt like it was tightening in her chest as the pressure built up inside of her. Faster and faster her fingers rubbed, and tugged, and her lips and tongue struggled to keep up with the all too familiar words of the ritual.

A heat throbbed inside of her body, deeper than what she’d felt amidst those many thorough ‘practice’ sessions. It was so hard to keep her eyes open, but she twisted her nipple harder, rubbed tighter circles over the tip of her throbbing clit, and focused through.

For just a moment the flame took the same shade of green as her eyes, and she found herself spellbound, staring as it flickered and danced. At first it felt as though it were in time with her fingers, twisting, tugging, stroking… before it became clear that her rhythm had changed to match the dancing flame.

Time ceased to hold any meaning. Jamie felt each word she spoke stoke the fires inside of herself ever higher, which in turn quickened the candle’s dance, and the dance of her own hands.

Feeling like a single moment stretched out, her words forcing power through the air, made every moment sizzle and throb with more pleasure than she had ever felt at once.

When at last it felt like she could take no more, the candle’s flame turned red as its wax, and Jamie’s eyes followed suit. She let out a loud cry, so overwhelmed with passion she was sure the windows of every building for five blocks should have shattered. Two final words formed in her mouth, and hung on the very edge of her lips.

They held a darkness, a wrongness that was as enticing as it was frightening. She longed to say the words, just as a moth longed for the flame it worshipped with its proximity. She ached for it like a girl who developed a chocolate allergy late at life and coveted her memory of her last piece of fudge each day hence.

“Veni…!”

Her hips trembled, and arched out towards the circle as though the flame that leaned towards her could add further friction. The words seemed to hold more than just the key to the spell. It felt as though did she not utter that final word, she would never cum again.

She grasped at the whole of her breast desperately, as though her own body could be an anchor against the unending onslaught of desire. Still she kneaded in time with the red flame, even as the same color burned in her eyes. Everything I want… Everything I need… Just need to say one more word… one more word, and it’ll come... I’ll cum… This is so bad… so… so wrong… but it’s what I need!

“Foras!”

Jamie’s voice cracked as her body crested, breasts shaking at her chest as the orgasm tore through her and pulled her toes into a painfully tight curl. The heat that had been welling up inside of her gushed out from between her legs, coating her fingers in burning, sticky lust.

With a flick of her wrist, Jamie sent that nectar through the air, and just as the spell promised a single drop enveloped the wick’s head. The red flame faded, and Jamie fell onto her back to desperately pant for air. Every part of her body shook and throbbed with pleasures she’d never dreamed real. Her breasts tingled in the afterglow, and she lazily slid her fingers, sets both sticky and relatively dry along their curved surface to savor the extra stimulation.

No single orgasm had ever taken so much out of her before, but it had been more than just an orgasm. That flame really turned red! I’m sure of it… Really sure of it… Even if it didn’t…

Before she could understand the depths of her thought to work out a complete answer the flame began to burn anew, only this was one formed from the very juices of her own lust. It resembled dancing water more than flame, but gave off the same light, and moved in a way all too familiar to what she had only just seen in red.

The wet flame melted the candle down a centimeter shorter, and then the circle began to fill with a dark blue mist. It coiled and twisted, growing thicker and thicker as Jamie remained on her back with her eyes closed. She was lost in the pleasure of her breasts, squeezing them, pinching at her nipples, and clenching her thighs at the impossibility that they were now even more sensitive than before.

The mist moved silently even as it grew thicker, and more colors began to join in the swirls of blue. Green, red, and finally an unmistakable tone of pale peach flesh moved against the edges of the salt. Even as they moved faster, a light breeze moving over Jamie’s body as a result, the salt remained undisturbed.

Were she not so distracted by how good it felt to pull her nipples taut, Jamie would have felt happily vindicated to have been so thorough with the circle.

Jamie was soon panting again, arching her hips higher and higher off the floor as she let out a low quivering mewl. The sensitivity wasn’t going away, and the heat that had burned through her left a yearning and lust she couldn’t remember feeling since she was a teenager.

Her moans grew louder, and her fingers twisted harder at the sore nubs of her nipples. She could almost feel the places where the heat had burned inside of her throbbing.

Even if nothing else comes from this… Mmm… I still might do this every night…!

Jamie quivered on her floor, wiggling and grinding back against it as she felt the familiar pressure well up inside of her again. She licked her fingers anew, stroking and rubbing them over her nipples, pinching with her nails, and screamed as orgasm overtook her again.

No more magical heat rushed from her body, but a moan trembled from the swirling mist all the same. It was thicker now, and beginning to form a tall shape that almost resembled that of a silhouette. Jamie’s own moans were too loud for her to hear the sound, and the throes of her orgasm left her groaning and shuddering. Too stimulated to take yet more sensitivity her hands fell into the carpet, stroking and squeezing through its fibers as her hips writhed.

That was far sexier than any oral presentation I’ve ever given in my life…

“Really? Hm. If that’s the way you prefer to use your mouth, a woman might wonder why you thought it was such an alluring notion to summon up something like me. The joke was old the last time that I was summoned, but while I favor a cunning linguist… I imagine your mouth could do far more fun things, given the right… opportunity.” The voice that spoke from the mist was low, husky, and seemed to make Jamie’s breasts, ass, and pussy vibrate with each long, slow, savored syllable.

She groaned, still straining to focus her eyes as she realized that someone else had just verbally responded to her private internal monologue. Her eyes opened wide, but her attempt to bolt upright ended with her body quivering too much. She fell flat, and succeeded in rising much more steadily.

When she saw the mist like energies, which had by this time grown to look like a blurry, distant, out of focus picture of a tall woman, Jamie’s voice barely managed a mewl of surprise.

“You’re… wow. It really… it really worked. It looked too old to be a gag, but when I saw it in the back of that used bookstore… If it wasn’t real all it meant was…” Realizing now that she was talking almost to herself in front of another person, or at least another entity, her cheeks turned much darker, and she moved to cross her arms over her chest.

“You’re shy about me seeing your body? You do know what you summoned, correct? I’m not a demon of torment, or pain, or madness. Though I do play a little bit with all three.” The mist’s voice was a thing from a sexy dream, a voice too sexy to be real.

But Jamie was sure that she was hearing it.

She cleared her throat and tried to sit with a more dignified baring. She still kept her arms over her chest, but returned to her knees with her legs pressed tightly closed. “Y-yes, I know what kind of demon you are. I wasn’t trying to summon just any demon. I was trying to summon you.” Jamie squeezed her arms a little tighter around herself before clearing her throat. “You are a uhm… a succubus… right…?”

“Why don’t you tell me, dear?”

A thundering bedroom laugh filled the room as with a flap of misty wings the energy disbursed, and the woman within came cleanly into view. She was at least six and a half feet tall, with a pale Mediterranean skin tone so wholly on display. Her legs were long, and her feet were wrapped in strappy purple sandals that left her red curved nails on display. She wore a faint green and purple loincloth that teased at the outer curves of her labia while being translucent enough to hide very little.

Her belly was tight, just enough extra roundness to stop her from looking athletic and instead looking like the lustful being she was. Her hips made Jamie’s hands squirm against the carpet, as did the sight of her swinging spade tipped red tail. Her breasts hung large from her chest, supported but fully on display with prominent pink nipples. Each breast was easily enough to spill over both of Jamie’s hands. Large red wings, looking a cross between a pair one might expect to see on a reptilian creature or a bat hung stretched in the air behind her. Blue hair streamed around her body, long and luxurious with only the faintest hint of a wave.

Her lips were a dark pink, and her eyes twin rubies that looked like they could burn holes through someone’s soul if they looked just a little bit too long or just a little bit too deep.

Jamie felt her body tremble just from the sight, and looked down to make sure she hadn’t disturbed the salt in her orgasmic reverie. Upon the sight of it being intact she let out a relieved sigh. Even if what she’d summoned ended up being a living wet dream she wasn’t so sure she wanted to see how quickly it could have her doing whatever it wanted her to do.

And loving it.

“I think I look like the genuine article. Of course, this is only one of my many forms. For some, I’ve looked like this…” The demon fluttered her eyes, and her wings and tail drew into her body. Her skin turned a rich dark brown, and her hair coiled into tight ringlets as her lips turned a haunting yellow. “And for others still, I have looked as this.” Her hair turned impossibly straight as pink makeup formed around her eyes. Her hair tied itself up, a bow forming on the top of her head as her skin turned whiter than Jaime’s. Her nails grew long, and purple, as her clothes shifted into an aqua, purple, and red kimono. Her eyes were again red as her lips curled into an amused smirk. “I was always fond of this look, to be honest. Smaller breasts, but… well, not always.”

Jamie found herself staring at the demon woman’s chest for much longer than she had intended, and quickly looked away. Even dressed more chastely the demoness was undeniably erotic. Desire resonated her like heat from a distant horizon.

Only onlookers craved something much different than a glass of water.

“Oh my. You summoned me, and yet you’re so adorably… shy. Hmm. Maybe this will help you? After all, you did give me such a boon with my summoning, it would be so improper were I not to try putting you… at ease?” The demon giggled, but Jamie’s voice.

When the green eyed woman looked to her again, she saw a woman who perfectly mirrored herself, with the small detail of wearing the clothing that she’d shed before the ritual. She could even see padlocks against her tight black shirt. It was hardly surprising that the demon had seen little reason to wear a bra. Between the two of them, she was wearing far more in the way of clothing. Jamie blushed and reached for her own matching shirt, and wiggled into it with a quiet laugh.

“Thank you… I appreciate it.” Jamie quietly wondered if her blush would ever go away. It felt too bright and prominent, and reminded her of times her mother teased her that if she kept her face a certain way it would become stuck. “So… what should I call you…?”

The demon-Jamie tapped a finger to her pouty lips that even if they were the same as Jamie’s, looked more sexual on her. She makes all of me look so… hot…

“I’ve gone by a lot of names over the years, but I’m not big on giving out the original. For the fun of it, why don’t you call me Lyla?”

“Okay, Lyla. That’s a pretty name.” Jamie giggled shyly, and again made eye contact with herself. “That’s a bit… odd. Seeing you as me. I do appreciate the thought, but uhm… could you…”

Lyla’s lips shifted into a pleased grin. Just as she exuded sexuality, she seemed able to exude satisfaction in a very sexual way. Jamie distantly wondered if the succubus knew anything not through the scope of sex, but dismissed the thought as not worth her time. Especially not as Lyla’s hair turned brown, her breasts swelled from Jamie’s more modest bust, and her clothing turned into an apron over a chaste black skirt and a tan sweater. “This woman seemed rather central to plenty of your fantasies. I could be her naked, if you would prefer.”

Jamie stared, unable to find the words to speak. Her lips moved as though to start on words she found herself suddenly unsure only to close again. Finally she shook her head, and Lyla raised an eyebrow.

“Very well, of course. It would be completely accurate, I promise you. But perhaps you don’t want to see the real thing until you get to have it all to yourself, mm?” Jamie shook her head and Lyla laughed before shrugging and sitting with her legs crossed in the middle of the salt circle where the candle had been before. “Very well. Sometimes more clothing is more alluring, anyway. Nudity is… highly overrated. Though it looks very good on you, just like that blue hair.”

“Th-thanks!” Jamie blushed darker. I knew this sort of thing would happen. Of course she would flirt with me. She’s a succubus, and the one trapped in a circle of salt. She shook her head and pulled her skirt up past her thighs, smoothing it out before sitting on the edge of her bed.

She hadn’t bothered replacing her panties. She was still far too slick for that to sound like a compelling notion.

Lyla looked up at her from her place on the floor, and her forked tail emerged from behind her. It slowly swayed as would the tail of a contented cat. She was obviously in no hurry.

“So… you speak English…?”

“Of course. You speak English, and giving me access to that knowledge is part of the summoning pact. Of course, I’ve spoken English enough times in the past to be fluent even without that, but I do love the taste of you on every word I speak. Mmm.” Lyla hooded her eyes, and slowly licked her lips. “Did you not read over the terms of the contract?”

Jamie stared, and tried to remain perfectly still as she felt her blood run cold.

“Oh. Ooh. You don’t even know the terms? Mmm. Well, then shall I inform you? After all, you summoned me up here to do business. If you summoned me for sex, you wouldn’t have bothered with this circle. Shall I?” Lyla raised a brown eyebrow.

Terms… I was sure it would just be… Like we would hammer those out when I was asking for what I wanted. The book mentioned some rules about contracts with her kind, but nothing about summoning terms. Jamie mentally groaned before swiftly shaking her head. I got the incomplete demon summoning manual. Great. It works, at least… That’s important. I just have to be careful. Make sure not to cheat her so she has reasons to want to cheat me...

Lyla remained patient, legs crossed. There seemed no way the demon could sit or stand that did not manage to highlight all of her curves. The apron was just enough too small to conform perfectly to the shape of her body. The light, what dim light that did fill the room, perfectly highlighted her exquisite cheekbones and the still ever present fire in her eyes.

Jamie looked into them, and then quickly glanced away. It seemed a certainty that if she let herself stay looking for long she wouldn’t be the same when she finally looked away.

The book had been very clear about the powers a succubus possessed.

“Y-yeah… That sounds like a good idea. I guess I won’t know if you’re lying, but there’s no reason we can’t make this so we’re both happy, right…?” Jamie smiled hopefully. She wasn’t stupid, but the level of optimism she was indulging made her feel more than a little silly.

“Jamie, dear? I’m rather limited like this, mm? I want reasons for you to summon me again, and again, and again. It’s in my best interests to be rather… forward with you.” Lyla shifted her position until she was leaning forward with her breasts squeezed between her arms. Even with the apron in the way the sight was still enough to keep Jamie staring. “So, I’ll begin. For one, by summoning me with your orgasmic juices, you’ve created a bond between us, and given me a fair bit of sexual energy which I used to come here… but then you went and came again.

“That means I’m in a rather good, and rather… full mood. But on to our contract! If you haven’t realized it yet, we have a telepathic bond.” Lyla slowly licked her lips, and squished her arms into the sides of her breasts all the more. She wiggled as Jamie leaned forward. “I can read your surface thoughts, and I can read your desires. I can also draw what words mean from you in the same way. Mmm and you get to look at me all you want. Any way you want. I can look any way you want, too. That offer is still open. Mmm… Taylor? That’s her name?

“I could slip out of everything but the apron, touch myself, moan for you in her voice… Oh, you’d just love it, Jamie… you’d adore it…” Lyla moaned as she squeezed at her own breasts through her clothes, body trembling as though from the intensity of the touch.

Jamie found herself just staring, tongue rubbing over her lips as she savored a sight that felt like it was ripped right out of a skin flick instead of reality.

She’s what pornstars wish that they could be. She can fulfill any fantasy, and anyone who looks at her wants her. Every sound she makes fucks the ears of everyone who listens… Mmm I bet her touch… Jamie’s hands squeezed at the hemline of her skirt as she struggled to control her breathing. And she knows that I’m thinking this… That shouldn’t turn me on. That’s dangerous. Sooo dangerous. Kinda hard to give a shit.

Lyla’s grin turned all the more crooked as she slipped the apron from her shoulders. “Of course, that’s just the basics. Some succubi would take offense to being summoned up in a circle. I respect intelligence. Intelligence is… Sexy…” Lyla stroked her hands over her breasts, squeezing the sweater around them with firmly kneading hands.

“O-oh… I’m glad…! Like… I didn’t do it to be mean, it doesn’t… hurt does it? The book said it would just stop you from reaching through it to do anything… directly to me. It wouldn’t… neutralize you, just…”

The demon shook her head, and raised the skirt she wore up past her knees. “It doesn’t hurt in the least, sweet thing. It might if I tried to forcefully break through? But that would be rather like being inside of an electric fence and insisting on a nice slow lick of the bars. I’m well aware it isn’t a smart idea, and I have no intent of trying…” Lyla let her skirt fall, watching the way that Jamie’s eyes followed her hands as she pulled her sweater off and dropped it beside herself. “You gave me plenty of room to perform. But, there’s one last thing, isn’t there?

“You summoned me here…” Lyla moaned, and pinched her nipples through the innocent white bra that seemed straining to keep itself from bursting open and might not last if she took too deep of a breath. “And you fed me. You gave me a taste of your essence. In exchange, you may ask for a boon. I may ask for a further price. Think of the ritual as a… consulting fee. If you want more, it will probably cost you.”

“C-cost me what…?” Jamie squirmed. She knew what she was getting into, or at least she wanted to believe that she did. If she had a soul, she knew that dealing with demons so favorably was probably bad for its continued purity.

If that idea had bothered her though, she probably would have hesitated more before devoting a week’s study to a summoning ritual for a succubus.

“Oh, it varies!” Lyla winked, licking her finger and thumb before twisting the clothed nipple again and arching her back with a low, quivering groan. “So many things have power, you know. Things that you may not realize. I may even ask for something you won’t miss. As I said before… It’s in my best interests to work cheap. I want us to have a… relationship. So ask. Anything. I won’t leave tonight until we iron out a deal we’re both happy with.”

Jamie took a deep, slow breath. She knew what she wanted. She was sure by now that Lyla knew what she wanted, too. The demon had access to her mind in some limited capacity after all. If anything in my mind is being broadcast deeper than that, I don’t know what it would be.

“I want… I want… To be what you are.”

Lyla grinned, and let her hands drop down to her sides. She slowly stood, and let her wings expand out from her back anew, fluttering them faintly as her tail snaked seductively side to side behind her. She didn’t say a word, merely met Jamie’s eyes with her own and savored the contact of their eyes.

“I want to be a succubus.”

Lyla licked her lips and gave a slow series of thoughtful nods. “We can do that. It won’t come cheap, or quick, but we can do that. If you begin this undertaking, however… there will be no going back. You’ll be changed forever. Inhuman. Something wrong, twisted, not of this world. Churches will be off limits, if you’re a lapsed Catholic. There are mean, nasty people out there who do their best to keep people like me all locked and sealed away ‘where we belong’.

“But if you really want that… to be a succubus, to be one of my sisters…?” Jamie nodded, her eyes faintly glinting red from the earlier magics that still pulsed inside of her body and hinted at her already growing impurity. “Then we’re going to start simple. The demonic essence is a hard thing to accept into yourself. Your body, your soul, fights it.

“It’s a very rare magic, but it’s the sort of thing a succubus lives for. True corruption. Fucking away the very last of your humanity.” Lyla licked her lips as Jamie squirmed. “This will start quite simple between us. You will let me into your mind, with a vow that all I will do is begin to prepare you for the demonic essence. You will allow me to taste your fantasies, your desires, and to begin preparing you to accept the magic. I will place suggestions in your mind, and tomorrow you will follow them. If you have succeeded, we will begin your transformation.”

The two held the gaze for a long moment without either speaking. Somehow, Jamie found herself able to feel strong and sturdy even with the full force of the other woman’s erotic heat piercing through the gaze.

She’s testing me. She wants to give this to me, but she has to make sure I want it. That must be part of the bargain when I summoned her. I think there are details she isn’t telling me… Jamie found Lyla’s expression remain the same as she thought, and smiled a little bit more as she slowly stood. She said she finds intelligence erotic. If I figured that out, it must arouse her too if I’m right… Or if I’m wrong, that I would come to such a conclusion…

“All… All right. I’ll let you into my mind, in exchange for exactly what you’re offering. Nothing more or less.” Jamie quivered as she said the words, feeling their wrongness pulse inside of her like a vibrator held in place by a tight pair of panties.

It was really going to happen.

“Good… good! Then let’s go a rather classic route, Jamie. I could grab you with any part of my body… but for this, I want to look into your eyes. The right people, people attuned to magic like mine, would already begin to see the taint in yours. I want to see it too. I want to savor that I’ve already begun to corrupt you to a place where there is absolutely no turning back.” Lyla’s every word was a seductive moan that shuddered and trembled its way deeper and deeper into Jamie’s mind.

“I… y-yes. I’m already looking s-so—”

“And already, you can’t look away. Don’t bother trying, dear. We both know that you don’t want to. We both know that you can’t really want to do that, not anymore. You want the corruption that I’m offering. You want the endless lust that I’m offering.” Lyla’s eyes smoldered red as her body slowly shifted back into the form she took when she first arrived.

I-I… I can… I can feel the heat in her eyes… Feel it… inside of me… I-in my breasts… Feel it… throbbing…

Even though the heat entered her body from their shared gaze, all of that heat seemed to drip and pour along the inside of every nerve, expanding within her breasts and making her nipples throb. The padlocks felt heavier in her nipples, tugging them down as her mouth twisted with pleasure. She couldn’t look away.

She didn’t even try.

Lyla purred, and leaned closer. She was still inside of the salt formed circle, but the closeness was still so terribly intense. Jamie could feel the heat of the other woman’s breath across her lips. She could feel the curves of the other woman as though they were brushing her own.

Jamie moaned, and felt her eyes hood as more of the demon’s lust poured into her eyes.

“Open your mind to me, Jamie… I’m going to give you your desire, your fantasy… I’m going to make you what I am... An all you have to do, is obey…”

“O-obey…”

Lyla moaned, a hand moving between her own legs as she savored Jamie’s expression. Her eyes grew dull. Her mouth hung open. She slouched, with hard nipples and spread thighs.

“Mmm Obey… And yield yourself to me…”