The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jamie woke alone and naked in her bed. She hadn’t expected Lyla to still be there, but it was jarring for the state of the world around her to change so abruptly.

One moment red eyes had been boring into hers. She had been sitting on her bed, wearing clothes, and then she suddenly was in another position entirely with the room all to herself and her clothes halfway across the room. She couldn’t remember exactly what had happened, but she did know that her desires were going to come true.

I don’t… feel… particularly demonic. Jamie reached up and slid hands through her hair to feel for horns, scales, or anything particularly devilish. Nothing. She felt more or less the same as she’d felt before she’d passed out except… except…

When she let her arms lay flat at her sides she could see those red eyes boring into her own. She could feel the power of that gaze, burning into her mind. She heard Lyla’s voice, even if she didn’t know the words. She’d agreed to allow the demon to put suggestions into her mind, and they were there. She couldn’t see their contents, but they existed the same way a closed briefcase’s contents existed.

Locked away.

Safe.

Ooooh fuck. I don’t know what she’s going to make me do, but I know that I officially signed up for this. She told me that it would cost me my soul, and I was okay with that. I knew that, and I did it anyway. Jamie shuddered, feeling her nipples tighten around the padlocks that rested calmly within her throbbing flesh.

She reached down, giving both a little twist. Her eyes widened and a sharp cry filled the room. They were still so sensitive, and she could almost swear that she felt the gaze of the departed demon focused between her legs.

Her eyes hooded as she let herself continue to tug and twist at her nipples. Arousal. She felt so very aroused, and in a much more primal way than the night before. Then, arousal had been something fun and sexy. Nothing had removed the fun, or made it any less sexy. Instead, there was something else. Something… more. She needed something, and she needed it badly. The desire to cum, to feel her body burn with sexual heat before letting it all out in a loud cry was too powerful for her to deny.

Jamie thought back to before the ritual as she kneaded her breasts in her hands. She remembered masturbating. A lot. She made time for it every day, fingertips, nails, toys, exploring the pleasure she could feel from her breasts and as much of her body as she could reach. She liked to take her time, to explore herself, savor… but the feelings trying to claw their way out from the depths of her libido wouldn’t allow for that sort of patience now. She didn’t need to enjoy the pleasure, or to savor her body growing closer and closer to a peak.

I don’t need… Mmmmm… To explore my body today… I need to cum!

It felt even hotter when she tried imagining that her breasts were not her own, but Lyla’s amidst her temporary transformation into Jamie. Everything about the demon was so erotic. Her perfectly shaped tail that ended in a cute spade. Her wings that seemed hardly big enough at all to have any used beyond aesthetics. The way she could look like anyone she wanted felt like such a powerful thrill.

Knowing that she was giving herself that, making herself that, made Jamie’s clit throb harder.

That’s… gonna be me…!

She pulled her nipples taut, twisting them cruelly as she imagined it being done by the demoness. Once the transformation was complete, once she was able to explore the full range of the new powers she was giving herself, then she could break the circle during a summoning. Then she could bring Lyla to her world, and they could fuck all night long.

And all day long.

A hand slid down along her tummy, playing along the folds of her sex as a part of her mind unveiled some of the words that Lyla had whispered into her ear.

Without being told again, she suddenly now knew that she was being prepared for her new hunger. A succubus didn’t eat food. A succubus ate lust, desire, and passion. It violated every rule of physics she knew, but she imagined spending a whole day in bed with Lyla, alone with her for all twenty four hours, glutting themselves on each other’s lust.

No… no that’s… Mmm it might still… Ooooh… be fun… but that isn’t the best thing that we could do. S-succubi can lore innocent mortals into their beds. We could… Mm… share…

Her fantasies shifted, imagining an innocent woman between them. She didn’t know what would happen to a woman who spent a whole day being fucked by two horny succubi, but she found herself wanting to find out through experience. Her eyes glowed a dim red as she stroked harder and faster over her aching clit.

I… I need to cum! Now! Why… why can’t I cum… It’s never this… Never this hard!

Jamie whined out in torment as she mauled her breast and thrust her fingers deep inside of herself. She’d spent too much time refining her technique for the simple task of bringing herself to orgasm to be a chore. Longer than just a few minutes when all she cared about was to cum was just… wrong.

The hunger inside of her grew more and more desperate. It wasn’t just a failure. It wasn’t just somehow losing a skill she’d spent so long perfecting. She was starving. Some part of her was dangling over a precipice.

She was in the desert, but instead of putting water into her mouth she needed fluid to flow out of her pussy.

Deep in her mind she could hear Lyla’s voice. It had whispered its way deep the night before and she felt so heavy with so much of it. As the words unfolded again, they wrapped around her nipples and squeezed impossibly tight. Jamie cried out, her body arching off the bed as she howled with even more aching need. The longer that she rubbed, the longer she tugged and twisted, the more that need grew.

You need to cum, more than anything. We’re giving your body the hunger, and teaching your mind to accept it. This is just a part of you, now. Masturbation can be a fun hobby, but I’m afraid you’re too reliant on it. You’re going to need to seek out prey.

Jamie’s eyes shot open wide as her fingers moved quicker, deeper inside of herself. Prey. She needed to find another woman. She needed to seduce her, pin her down, and suck all of the lust out of her. She needed to ride another woman’s face, or shove her nipple into her mouth and make her suck until all she could do was scream.

There was only one woman that could satisfy her.

Taylor.

She imagined the demure, innocent woman wearing one of her frumpy sweaters with a pair of loose slacks. She thought of her gorgeous brown hair, so long, so soft. She wanted to slide her fingers through that hair and force the woman’s lips around her nipple more than anything else in the world. It would fulfill the yearning that pulsed through her blood. It would make Lyla happy, show her that she could be a succubus.

Jamie needed to be a succubus, like her, more than anything… anything besides an orgasm. They carried almost the same intensity, but if she didn’t cum she had no idea how she was going to regain enough control of herself to achieve any other ends.

The more the heat in her body rose, the fuzzier she felt. Heavier. Her touches felt more and more imprecise.

Her eyes pulsed a deeper, darker, more menacing red as her hips shuddered. I… I can… feel… something… inside of me! There’s already something... Mmmm twisted… corrupt… wrong inside of my body…! Yesss! I’m already closer to being one of Lyla’s sisters! Even without a mirror she knew the red that she would see in her eyes.

Lyla had whispered that inside of her, too.

Your body was ready for a little infusion, so I started the process last night. You were so eager, I was sure you wouldn’t mind. You don’t have much dark power yet, and without sex, you’ll burn yourself out fast. But you should have enough to fulfil your most important task.

She felt Lyla’s laugh in her mind like a tongue swirling around both of her nipples. She needed that orgasm now more than ever. She rolled onto her belly, grinding down against her hand as if to drive her fingers deeper and grind her clit more roughly against her hand. She could accomplish her tasks, but she needed relief first.

The thought of trying to shower, dress, and stumble to find someone she could use her powers on seemed… impossible.

Her desire was too heavy. Her body was made of one piece of solid metal, and without so much lust driving her she’d still be trapped on her back.

Mmm I thought this might happen, Jamie. Shy. So… Mmm not pure, but it’s been so long since you’ve indulged what you really want. You need to fuck. You need to be fucked. But first… before you go after Taylor… I’ll let you have one last orgasm by your own hand. Enjoy it.

Even without her there, Jamie swore she could see the demoness’ powerful eyes wink as pleasure enveloped her body.

She felt Lyla’s eyes burning into her, and tasted the ethereal sensation of the dark energy passing between their eyes. The memory was still shrouded in darkness, impossible for Jamie to peer through, but she experienced the visceral feeling of the demon filling her human body with vile corruptive darkness.

Jamie came, screaming Lyla’s name, and then panted desperately as she nuzzled into her sheets.

“Taylor… She wants me to bring her Taylor. She wants me to use the powers she’s given me to find Taylor, look into her eyes, seduce her… and have her in my room tonight when I summon Lyla… Oooh…” Jamie shuddered as she began to lick the juices from her fingers.

She’d wanted Taylor for so long. Being compelled to go after her, to bring her back as a prize, almost felt like cheating. Taylor was at the top of her list.

Then she remembered Lyla was so insistent she wanted them both to enjoy the deal. She’d made a point of saying it so many times that it was impossible for Jamie to forget. Lyla seemed to take as much pleasure out of fulfillment as she did from desire, and she wanted so very much to be summoned again.

“It can’t be very fun in hell… I guess I’d be willing to make good deals to get out of hell for a little trip. Maybe longer. She probably knows once I’m like her, I’ll be happy to have her here. We can paint the town red…” Jamie giggled, and lazily licked at her slick fingers.

As much as she wanted to spend the day lounging in bed, touching herself and savoring her own taste, Lyla had given her a task to complete and the last thing Jamie wanted to do was let the demoness down.

Jamie moved for the shower, her hips swaying as she went. If Lyla wanted Jamie to seduce Taylor, she was going to see that Jamie had seduced Taylor.

Maybe she would be the first woman they shared.

Jamie quietly hummed to herself as she walked down the sidewalk. The day was bright and sunny. Thankfully I’m becoming a succubus and not a vampire. I’m not pale because I love the sun or anything, but that’d be one hell of a crappy weakness. She shook her head, giggling to herself as she continued along her way.

The world around her felt different since she’d seen her red eyes in the mirror after her shower. Red eyes. Lyla said they’d be normal to everyone without a special sense for such, but that meant she had the special sense now. Jamie was already becoming magical.

She could feel that dark magic inside of her, as hungry to be used as it was to be empowered.

“I told you, Rico, this is the only way. If you didn’t want to get things done, you should have stayed on the east coast.” A blonde woman leaned against the far corner of Taylor’s fence as Jamie walked by. Her hair was short, only just covering her ears. She wore a long black blouse that didn’t tuck in to her skirt, with a white shirt underneath. “We can’t keep playing defense. Look, you get nailed to something besides a cheap hotel bed, and we’ll talk about my methods.”

Jamie stopped for a moment to raise an eyebrow at the odd woman. Having loud cellphone conversations in public wasn’t the strangest thing in the world. On the other hand, I’ve never heard anyone just yell that before so…

The blonde looked to Jamie apologetically with a faint shrug and a roll of her eyes. “I told you I didn’t want to LARP in public, Rico. Ugh. I’ll meet you in the basement, all right? Be there in five.” Without paying Jamie any further mind the blonde stepped away. Jamie found herself staring, watching the blonde’s rather curvaceous rear move away as it swayed ever so faintly side to side. It was easier than it had ever been to imagine her fingers digging into the woman’s backside.

She could imagine the way it would yield, the supple flesh squeezed taut around her fingers, ten little red dents left behind when her nails would finally withdraw. Of course, she was sure by then that the lips between the woman’s legs would already be dripping, and then it would be such an easy matter to find them a new task.

She shook her head. Lyla had given her tasks to fulfill, and the most important one was also the most pressing. I don’t know how long this power will last inside of me without being fed. And unless I want to chase after every woman who is even remotely attractive…

There was no more doubt in her mind as she opened Taylor’s fence, and closed it behind herself. The other tasks were trivial. Most of them were procuring objects that must have been more difficult to get your hands on down in whatever layer of firey torment Lyla where spent her time. In Oregon? They were rather simple matters to procure. That explained the chocolate, anyway.

The whipped cream spoke rather well for itself, and Jamie didn’t imagine it was to go on an ice cream sundae.

She pressed in the doorbell and let out a slow sigh. It felt good to hold down, to feel the sound that signaled her acceptance of what she was going to do. There was no turning back.

Jamie was committed now. Any time before that moment, she could have turned around and Taylor might not be her victim. Lyla would be upset, but it was a choice that Jamie could have made. With the doorbell pressed, there was no longer any escape. She could hear Taylor’s footsteps coming closer, and she knew that if the power truly existed inside of her it was going to be used.

Her lips grinned all on their own as she watched the door open.

“Oh, hi Jamie! You usually call before you drop by. It’s a bit early in the day, isn’t it? Aren’t you usually still at work?” Taylor was dressed almost identical to how Lyla had dressed her amidst her transformation. The tan sweater was the same. The slacks were the same. The only difference was the lack of an apron.

Not that having never seen Taylor in just an apron, or in an apron at all that she could remember stopped Jamie from fantasizing about it endlessly. She fit into what it represented like a second skin.

Jamie met Taylor’s eyes, staring for the first time without any shyness. The unbridled lust the other woman inspired was too strong, and she’d learned how to connect with it when she’d been helplessly writhing on her own bed. She remembered every time she’d felt the other woman’s bare skin, and smelled her natural, intoxicating scent. She remembered so many long conversations where the other woman had leaned in close, and given her a long look down her cleavage. She remembered every time the two had brushed too close and she’d laughed with nervous shyness.

In a single moment the entire history of her sexual desire replayed, and Jamie’s thighs shuddered in anticipation.

“I took the day off… just for you. Can I come in? There’s something we need to talk about.” Without even trying Jamie felt the power surge through her voice, through her gaze, as she spoke.

Taylor’s short, curvy body straightened, her back becoming rigid. Her breasts shook dramatically under her sweater. Jamie licked her lips as Taylor took a step back into her house, and slowly motioned in. “We… need… to talk about. Yes… Something we… need to talk about.” Taylor shook her head, smiling more brightly as a slightly pink flush rose to her cheeks. “Of course, come on in, get comfortable! Would you like me to get you anything?”

Jamie made her way into Taylor’s home, feeling not unlike a vampire being invited into a woman’s home. It must be the earlier thought about sunlight. I’m not here to suck her blood. She has fluids so much sweeter that I want to suck instead.

It was a homey place. Were it not decorated with things more personal, it might be described as small. Instead it felt cozy. The furniture in the living room was a love seat posing as a couch beside a worn recliner. The television was still a square, and the only screen Jamie could remember seeing in recent memory that looked like the box was deeper than it was wide.

“No, no I don’t really need anything. Nothing at all… Well… beside you, anyway. Sit beside me?” Jamie smiled deeply as she sat on the loveseat before patting beside herself. She felt herself squeezing around her padlocks, savoring the tightness as she watched Taylor approach.

“Of course!” Taylor sat, not as close as Jamie would have liked, but still close enough for Jamie to feel the warmth of her presence. She wasn’t sure if she would have the day before, but with her newer lust driven senses she was sure that she could feel the exactness of Taylor’s curves even under the form smoothing shape of her sweater. “So what is it that we need to talk about? Nothing’s wrong, is it?”

Jamie slowly shook her head, and shifted ever so faintly closer. “No, not at all. Nothing is wrong at all. Well, no. Something is wrong, actually. See, I’ve had a thing for you for years, Taylor. I’ve had a thing for you for years, and I’ve never done the first thing about it. That sounds pretty wrong to me. Does it sound as wrong to you?”

Taylor’s eyes opened wide as she leaned back. She scooted back, and soon found herself sinking into the arm of the loveseat. “J-Jamie! I know that you like women, and that’s never meant anything bad to me, but I have Josh and—“

“Josh. Isn’t. Here.” Jamie grinned as she leaned closer, a hand resting on Taylor’s shoulder. She began to slowly stroke, and felt the heat from her touch melt into Taylor’s body. Taylor’s blue eyes quivered, hooding ever so faintly as her mouth fell half open. “Josh isn’t here, but I am. I am here. I’m here, and I’m crazy about you. I’ve wanted you as long as I’ve known you. I saw you, and I wanted to bend you over this loveseat and suck on those hot, lovely tits of yours.”

A shy moan trembled past Taylor’s lips as Jamie moved ever closer. The curves of her chest slowly pressed into Taylor’s arm as Jamie’s nose rubbed along Taylor’s.

“B-but… I… Josh…”

“Shhhh…” Jamie pressed a fingertip to Taylor’s lips. “Stop talking for just a moment. Stop thinking with your head, and start thinking with these.” Jamie’s hand slid down along Taylor’s body, cupping her breasts before giving them a slow, tender squeeze. Taylor groaned, staring helplessly into Jamie’s eyes as her nipples stiffened under her thick sweater. “They’re so much bigger than your brain anyway, and shouldn’t you think with your best assets?”

Desperately, Taylor’s lips struggled to form some word or another. None of them seemed to make any sense, and that confusion was plan to see in her hazy eyes. It was much easier to stare into Jamie’s eyes, to feel herself drawn so helplessly into their green depths.

“Not that you don’t have a really nice ass, too. A beautiful face. Gorgeous eyes…” Jamie smiled, stroking her thumbs over Taylor’s clothed nipples. All of her shyness just… wasn’t there. It was hard to be shy when she was so hungry. She needed Taylor more than she had ever needed her before. It wasn’t eveb a matter of finding her attractive. “There’s nothing about you that isn’t amazing. But I think anything that keeps the two of us from being together is just wrong. So why would we want to do something so… wrong…?”

“Oooh… When you… Mmm when you put it like that it’s so… Mmm so hard to argue…” Taylor let out a quiet giggle that melted slowly into an eager moan. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into Jamie’s ready hands. “But it… It’s wrong to… to betray my husband…”

Jamie quietly tisked as she leaned back, crossing her arms over her chest before pulling away her top. “Mmm maybe it is wrong. Maybe it’s so wrong that there’s nothing quite as horrible that you could do. He’s off at work, getting a paycheck so you can stay at home. You were planning on having kids in the not too distant future even, if I’m not mistaken.… But right now? He’s not here. And I am.”

She reached back behind her, slowly unhooking her bra as Taylor’s eyes stared helplessly at Jamie’s chest. With a slow sigh Jamie dropped it in Taylor’s lap, tracing a finger idly around a nipple before flicking at the dangling padlock.

A faint redness shimmered around the padlock, and Taylor stared with fuzzy eyes as the padlock swayed back and forth. She moaned, staring helplessly as nails slid tenderly through her scalp. “I’m here, and you can’t take your eyes off of me. I’m here, on your loveseat, topless, and all you can do is stare at my tits. Maybe it is wrong. Wrong, but wrong is just what you want. Wrong is just what you need. Wrong is what you are.”

Before Taylor could even begin to struggle for new words to reply, Jamie was straddling her lap and clutching her cheeks. Her thumbs stroked so tenderly as she gazed with her powerful green eyes.

At first Taylor thought that her eyes moving from Jamie’s breasts to her eyes was the safer option. Taylor was certain there was no chance there could be anything inherently erotic in her eyes as the piercings in her nipples. The longer she found herself staring into Jamie’s eyes, the more that she found herself wrong. Jamie’s green eyes were too deep, almost wet with some secret of lust that Taylor had never imagined she would find.

Jamie could taste in the air as Taylor’s nipples throbbed. She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck rise and shift as Taylor’s scent filled the air. Her hunger ached to be fulfilled so desperately, and the power inside of her grew impatient. No matter how much I want to savor this… Nnn I can’t hold back. Not with her…!

Lips mashed as Jamie pulled Taylor’s mouth into her own. The brown haired woman moaned in surprise, stiffening, but only for a moment before she found herself returning the kiss. Their lips burned with heat as the first hints of tasting Taylor’s lust melted into Jamie. She’d felt her own desire before, but she’d never actually drank in the lust of another woman anything but figuratively. She knew how much Taylor wanted her. She knew how desperately the woman wanted her in spite of the morals that she’d always taken so seriously in the past.

None of them were as strong as the heat between her legs.

The kiss broke when Jamie’s fingers laced through Taylor’s hair, pulling her head back. Both women moaned, and their tongues danced openly in the air before Jamie leaned forward to moan into her prey’s ear. “I can’t wait anymore, and neither can you…! And there’s no reason to try. I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to love it!”

“Looooove it!” Taylor cried out as Jamie’s words shuddered darkly through her mind. Soon both women were grasping and tugging away at her sweater, revealing the full curves of her breasts in a simple, modest white bra.

Impatient, Jamie tore the bra in half.

Jamie’s lips wrapped around one of Taylor’s nipple, her tongue flicking and swirling as she reached down to pull and tug at her pants. The taste of Taylor’s skin, the sound of her moans sent hot shudders through Jamie’s spine. The throb of her nipple with each heartbeat was impossibly erotic. None of it compared to the taste of her desire, her lust, and the overflowing need that trembled through every moan as Taylor’s fingers moved through Jamie’s hair to hold her tighter.

Soon all of the curvaceous woman’s clothes were strewn across the room, with fingers diving deep between her legs as lips suckled at her other nipple. The scent of lust filled the air so thick that Jamie could barely breathe.

Her eyes looked up to Taylor, and saw less and less the woman that she was sure she was in love with the day before. Instead she saw a meal. A very good meal, a very sexy meal, and a very fun meal… but a meal. A thing. Someone to be abused. The trust that had let Jamie in, the eagerness to listen that had opened up Taylor to the magic that had ended with her slick panties on the coffee table now felt like weaknesses she was eager to find in others.

She could feel those places inside of her that Lyla had filled with magic. She could feel the places where her own lust had summoned Lyla filling with the power of Taylor’s need.

Mmmm her tits are even better than I hoped. The scent of her pussy is so… hot. It took so little, and now she’s my helpless little slut! Oooh if I’d been able to do this years ago… Jamie moaned as she nibbled her way down to tease her tongue along Taylor’s slit. Louder cries filled the air as Jamie flicked her tongue along slick, tender flesh.

Every drop of pussy juices tingled in Jamie’s mouth with more of that same irresistibly hot power. Just like when she’d been in her own bed masturbating, the more she tasted Taylor’s cunt, the more she savored the texture of her sticky nectar, the more she found herself needing more and more and more. The same lust burned between her legs, and she reached a hand up under her skirt to rub and stroke as she suckled harder.

Taylor was a woman she’d wanted for years, and a hot piece of ass. More, and less than that, Taylor was a woman with a pussy that needed to be fucked. She needed to be fucked, and Jamie needed to fuck her.

It wasn’t long before she was pinning Taylor to the loveseat with thighs pressed against her cheeks, desperately rubbing her own drenched sex into her friend’s face.

Sweaty skin rubbed against sweaty skin as Jamie squeezed, clawed, and rubbed against the other woman in a desperate struggle to feel more and more of the pleasure and power her body held. When her lips, tongue, and fingers brought Taylor screaming through her first orgasm Jamie saw stars as the power rushed through her, filling her with a feeling that she’d seen in Lyla but now felt for herself.

I can have any woman I want… just by telling her that I want her. I can taste any woman I crave, just by pinning her to a wall. I’m becoming a being of pure sex… and nothing silly like a mind that wants to do the right thing is going to stop me!

Jamie howled as she lost herself to that same pleasure, coating Taylor’s face with her own lust.

It wasn’t long before her mouth was back at work, suckling and licking as her fingers thrust quicker and deeper. She wasn’t worried about her lust being spilled for Taylor, or how much energy she had spent making the woman unable to resist her attempts at seduction. No matter how much of her lust she used, or dark corruptive magics she worked, she knew that there was so much more awaiting her.

And she was riding the source of that power’s face, moaning and laughing.

Countless cries of pleasure later, Jamie sat beside Taylor and slowly stroked her fingertips along the woman’s face. Her eyes stared blankly forward, heavily lidded and barely reacting to the touches besides the occasional moan. Her naked body glistened with sweat, and the room was so thick with the scent of sex that Jamie felt a contact high every time she inhaled.

Like second hand smoke, or going to an outdoor concert… Mmm only this is so good for me, even if it’s so bad for her. I wonder when she stopped doing more than just moaning. Jamie grinned and licked Taylor’s lips before giving her a long slow kiss.

Taylor kissed her back, and even moaned, but Jamie could no longer taste that same lust driven craving from before. The movements of Taylor’s mouth were instinct, automatic. A hand squeezed at Taylor’s breast, twisting rawly at her nipple in the kiss, yet her taste remained the same. Her skin was satisfying, as was the supple flesh of her breast, but Taylor was spent.

Just as Jamie felt her body pulsing with the power of desire, Taylor was empty. She lacked even the desire to think, or move. Her body arched into the hand at her chest because it felt good more than from any want for more.

It didn’t take any special gift to see that Taylor lacked any force of will at all.

I-I… I really did that. To Taylor. I just forced her back into the couch, and that power just sort of… It did it all on its own, I didn’t even… I was just so confident! I’m never like that… Jamie flushed, rubbing herself against Taylor. She felt more herself now that the alien hunger wasn’t clawing away at her reason.

She looked into Taylor’s lidded, thoughtless eyes and fought back a whimper. The longer she stared into her eyes, a hand still kneading at the woman’s breast as though it were such a casual thing it barely warranted notice, it was harder to keep her former perspective.

Jamie had been in love with Taylor, but the more she looked into her eyes she didn’t see the kind, compassionate, innocent woman that had filled her fantasies. Maybe it wasn’t the magic that made me confident, but the hunger? Either way, it’s gone now, and… Love? She wrinkled her nose, and gave Taylor’s breast a harder squeeze. She’s hot, and I’d do that all over again in an instant, but…

Green eyes shimmered with the faintest red sheen. Jamie tried to remember the laughs they had shared together. She tried to remember how much she’d loved Taylor’s cooking and the way she always seemed to know just what to say to both make Jamie smile and ache.

She remembered the first time that Taylor surprised her by dropping by unannounced with lunch while Jamie had been spending the whole day filling out job applications and forgotten to eat. She remembered the time that Taylor had been there for her when her mother died. She could remember all of those things with perfect clarity, but she couldn’t see any of it in Taylor’s eyes. She could remember how those things felt as though they happened to someone else.

Taylor was a meal. Even without an insatiable hunger blinding her reason, Taylor just wasn’t on the same level that she was anymore. No matter how hard she tried, there was just no empathy inside of her for the other woman. It was as dry as between Taylor’s legs was damp.

It was only too bad that Taylor wasn’t an endless meal.

As Jamie considered lingering there until Taylor recovered enough for another multi hour romp, a feeling of hands squeezing tightly around her ass made her gasp as more of Lyla’s words uncoiled from where they hid deep in her mind. You have more things to fetch for me, Jamie. You want your fantasy to come true, to be more like me, don’t you? Here’s the rest of what you need to do for me tonight. Don’t worry, I won’t let you forget

Jamie flushed as she realized she’d been moaning along with Taylor. Every word Lyla had hidden in her mind felt entirely too erotic. Perfect. It was too early to summon her again, but Jamie was already so eager for the night.

“Come on, Taylor… We need to take a quick shower, and then run a few errands. There are a few things we have to do before I can introduce you to a new friend of mine.” Jamie quivered at the friction as she reluctantly stood. Every place their bodies touched tingled in such a pleasant way. Her body hummed with a pleasure so much like afterglow only where afterglow was ethereal and fleeting, this feeling was solid and lasting.

It was easy to taste the erotic confidence that she’d felt overtake her when she knew Taylor, the meal she needed, was so very close.

“Nnnn… shower… errands… O-okay…Sure…” Taylor smiled in a simple, thoughtless way as she slowly rose to her feet.

For a long moment Jamie just stared at Taylor’s nude form. Her nipples were so cutely pink, and the brown fuzz between her legs looked so cutely disheveled. Sex just for the sake of sex still had its appeal, but the last thing Jamie wanted to do was disappoint Lyla. Things were already moving faster than she’d hoped. She wouldn’t let herself be the one to slow down her transformation.

“Mmm maybe not so quick a shower. I think she’ll understand if I can’t keep my hands off of you when you’re covered with soap.” Jamie purred, leaning against Taylor as she allowed her hands to roam. She possessively squeezed at her curves, drawing her smaller body so tight. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Taylor moaned, and limply rubbed herself against Jamie with an adorably fuzzy flutter of her eyes. “Mind…?”

Jamie grinned as she slid her hand between Taylor’s legs, stroking along her slit before she began to lead her towards the shower. “I didn’t think so.”

Taylor gasped, giggling simply as she helplessly followed. “Mmmm didn’t think…”

In one hand, Jamie carried a plastic bag. In the other, she held Taylor’s hand. It was late enough that the summer sun was beginning to dim. Jamie idly wondered just how long they’d stayed in the shower after. Then she wondered how long they’d spent on the loveseat, but didn’t care enough to try actually working it out. The only timetable that mattered was the one that was between her and Lyla.

Her job didn’t matter. Taylor’s occasionally surfacing will, quickly silenced by a hard kiss to siphon it away, didn’t matter. Lyla was waiting for her.

That mattered.

As she neared her apartment she looked across the parking lot and blinked as she spotted an unexpected sight. A blonde haired woman chatting on a cellphone wasn’t particularly notable, but even in the dark Jamie’s vision seemed sharper towards other women than it ever had before.

There was no denying it. She was the same woman who had been waiting around in front of Taylor’s house. And now she’s here? I wonder… She moved to step towards her, before shaking her head and turning back towards her original destination. It’s a small world sometimes, that’s all. Some weird coincidence. I’ve probably seen her a hundred times before and never remembered it. That’s the suburbs!

Jamie laughed to herself and rolled her eyes as she pulled her hand away from Taylor’s to unlock her door.

“Mmmm… what’s funny, Jamie…? Why are we… Mmm why are we at your apartment…? It’s late, I should be—”

“Right where you are. I told you that I was going to introduce you to a friend of mine, didn’t I? You don’t want to be rude, do you?” Jamie looked into Taylor’s eyes, and felt the power within her own. Like curling her lips into a smile, she focused some of the woman’s own devoured lust into her gaze, making her voice breathier as her eyes shimmered red. “You do want to meet her, don’t you?”

“Mmmm… Of course I want to meet her… Especially if you do… Mmm you’re just so… I can’t resist you today. It’s so hard to want to try…” Taylor licked her lips, and Jamie stared at her nipples growing stiff against the thin t-shirt that Jamie had never seen Taylor wear before.

Probably a gift she kept around to humor whoever bought it for her. It looks better on her than the sweater. Mmm I really should have grabbed her an apron while we were out. Was just hard to deviate from the list… Jamie sighed, squeezing her hand around the bag in her hand as she reached out to stroke Taylor’s cheek.

The visible desire and submission in Taylor’s eyes sent a quiver down Jamie’s spine. She could taste fresh lust in the air, and a twisted, naughty idea filled her. “Good girl… Mmm then come on in, and I’ll introduce you. There’s just… a special way to greet her.”

“Ooh…? How’s that…?” Taylor followed Jamie into her room, blinking as she watched Jamie pull out a red candle and set it in the middle of a thin circle of salt. “And what’s that…?”

“It’s part of how we’re going to see her, Taylor.” Jamie hooded her eyes, and lit the candle after a cursory glance at the circle. Unbroken. Perfect. “But to meet her, we’re going to need to start with you taking off your clothes. Don’t make a show of it, just strip.”

Taylor nodded, ripping away at her t-shirt, the pair of shorts that Jamie wondered if they had ever fit, and soon those and her underwear formed a pretty pile beside the circle of salt.

Jamie moved behind her, guiding her to sit in front of her on the edge of her bed where she had been positioned the night before. Jamie nibbled on her ear, stroking along the inside of Taylor’s thighs as she whispered with the same bedroom voice she’d used to seduce her in her own home. “Now I’m going to touch you. I’m going to make you feel good, and whisper special, pretty little words. You’re not going to think about them. You’re just going to listen, and repeat…”

A quiver shuddered through the brown haired woman’s body as fingers delicately stroked along her slit. “O-okay… I’ll listen and repeat… Oooh… You make me feel sooo good…”

“Mmm-hm. I do…” Jamie pinched the tip of her clit, grinding her clothed breasts into Taylor’s naked back. “But you don’t need to worry about that right now. All you need to do is feel, and say whatever I tell you to say. Watch the pretty candle, grind your hips, and repeat after me…”

“Oooh… re-repeat… I… I swear I’m not… I’m not usually… I’m not some kind of sl-sluut…” Taylor’s voice quivered. It wore as much certainty as she wore clothing, her hips already quickly moving to meet the rhythm of Jamie’s touches.

“Mmm you are for me now, Taylor. Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it. You’ll learn to love it. For now, you just repeat… okay…?” Jamie rubbed harder, her nipples squeezing their padlock as she pressed herself tighter against Taylor’s back. “Repeat, like a sexy little pull string dolly, only instead of pulling I’m pushing the words in between your legs. All right?”

Taylor nodded desperately. Her breasts bounced at her chest, as her hips moved faster and harder against the perfect friction.

Familiar words from a dead language shuddered past Taylor’s lips with trembling moans. Her hips bucked faster the more words that she repeated. Her breasts bounced faster at her chest as her ever breath came quicker and followed with a more desperate moan of the words whispered into her ear.

It wasn’t long before her body crested with a sharp desperate cry of “Veni Foras!”

Taylor flicked her wrist, sending drops of lust sailing through the air. Just as the night before a droplet sizzled and the flame died away. Jamie eased her touches, watching as the lustful energy flowed from Taylor to fill the salt circle.

Without a heady orgasm to distract her, Jamie savored the sight of the mystical swirl of energy becoming the familiar form of Lyla. It seemed so much faster than before, and the familiar sight of the demoness who wore the same blue color she’d so lovingly dyed her own hair. She probably took the blue for just that reason… Mmmm I don’t think any magic from my cunt would know that I dyed my hair blue. Never dyed my bush…

“Mmm you brought her. Perfect. I knew you could do what I asked you to do, but it’s still a thrill to see it. You learned just the lesson from it that I wanted you to, didn’t you?” Lyla’s voice, dripping with sex and heat tore Taylor’s eyes open with a panicked whine.

“Wh… what’s happening?! What is she… what… Oh god, oh god, that’s why I… why we… This is so wrong…!” Taylor struggled to pull away from Jamie, but found the hand between her legs drawing away at her strength. Then she made the mistake of looking to Lyla’s eyes in her panic.

It only took a moment for the red in those eyes to draw her in. With so much of her will already spent in the earlier marathon session of sex, and so many little kisses keeping her reigned in, the ritual had left her only able to struggle through sheer desperation.

Not even adrenalin could help her struggle free of those powerful eyes. Jamie watched, rubbing under her skirt as she savored her friend’s body going slack, held up as though by puppet strings. Mmm she’s so helpless. I’ll need to learn how to make it so women don’t react like that, but I’m sure it isn’t too hard. Then I can have any sexy little meal I want, any time I want.

Lyla’s eyes moved along Taylor’s naked body before she let out a happy sigh. “As I said, I was her exact likeness… Mmm. Step into the circle, Taylor. I’m going to use you as a vessel to gift Jamie with the next step of our dark pact. Be careful not to muss the salt!”

The demon’s eyes met Jamie, and she winked. It sent a shudder down her spine, making her clit tingle. She found herself increasingly uncertain why… but it felt like too much to worry about. She shook her head, and grinned as she watched Taylor obey Lyla’s commands. The sight of the demoness’s nails digging into Taylor’s ass as she bent down to melt their lips together send trembles through Jamie’s body that she understood all too well.

Lyla was sexy, impossibly sexy, but she had never looked as good as when she was handling Taylor like what she was: a beautiful woman with a body made for sex and a mind all too readily yielding to it.

Lyla towered over the small woman, and her hands possessively clutching at her ass and holding her by the hair screamed that even if Taylor tried to struggle she would fail.

The hand under Jamie’s skirt moved faster as she watched the demoness’s spade tipped tail dive between Taylor’s legs and past the folds of her sex. It moved inside of her, stirring up her lust, even as darkness visibly flowed from the demon into the willess thrall. Jamie moaned as she stroked inside of herself, eager to feel more of her humanity slip away.

Maybe this time next week, I won’t even be human at all… I’ll walk among them, devouring the wills of pretty women with seduction and pleasure, but I’ll be something… more…

When the kiss finally broke Taylor was panting, slumped against Lyla who slid her hand through her hair, and dragged her nails along her back to make long red lines that quickly faded from her skin. “Mmm. She’ll make a better meal once you’ve trained her to be nothing but an eager little slut. The innocent ones always have so much pent up desire. You just need to find the way to shape it. But for now… The next part of your gift.” Lyla pushed Taylor away, and she stumbled clumsily until she fell kneeling between Jamie’s legs.

“But what about all of the things you wanted…?” She held up the bag, looking curious to Lyla’s eyes.

On her knees, Taylor kissed her way up under Jamie’s skirt, her tongue delving deep inside of her. As it moved deeper, the darkness from Lyla flowed past her lips, and Jamie trembled the more she filled with the corruptive wrongness.

Everything felt darker, dizzier, hotter as she stared helplessly into Lyla’s eyes that stared so eagerly back. “Don’t worry. I can get them from you later. Right now, she’s going to help you transform a little more… and I’m going to tell you what you’ll need to do tomorrow. Doesn’t that sound good…?”

“Sounds… good…” Jamie moaned, her mouth falling open as she again surrendered to the succubus’s gaze. Even the tongue moving inside of her folds was weak next to the sight of those eyes, boring into her, summoning up the power of the lust she’d filled herself with over the long day alone with Taylor, or at least Taylor’s body. Her eyes turned a darker red as she moaned, and without thought wrapped her legs around the brown haired woman’s naked back.

“Mmm good. Open that nice, slick, slutty mind for me, Jamie. If you want to be a succubus, there’s so much more for me to teach you… And so much for you to learn.” Lyla moaned, twisting at one of her own nipples. “And the more you learn, the more you surrender what you are now. So let’s get started…”