“Daniel, for the last time dinner is ready! If you don't answer right now I'm coming up there.”
Daniel groaned as he regained consciousness. The last thing he needed was for his mother to find him sprawled out on his bed, seemingly dead, with a pagan symbol on the floor. Raising his voice, he called downstairs, “Sorry! I'll be down in a few minutes.”
“One minute or less,” came the curt reply. Apparently he had 'ignored' his mother for a while.
Daniel scrambled on the floor, scooping most of the salt back into the bag. He hid the bag in the back of his closet and checked the time. It was almost 6:30, which meant that he had been sleeping for nearly an hour. It was worth it, though, because Daniel could feel that he had regained a good portion of his magic. Sleep is the fastest way of naturally regaining magic because the body's resources are not as devoted to mundane processes. Daniel still had less than half of his magic available, but it was enough for what he had planned.
If the competition was supposed to begin at midnight, then Elizabeth-the-Impulsive would no doubt make her first move at 12:01. That meant Daniel needed to reclaim as much of his magic before midnight as he could and make sure that his family would not get caught in the middle of the competition.
“Asariel,” Daniel called quietly. His magic, which had been steadily climbing, began to dip once more.
In front of Daniel's closet, thick white smoke swirled into existence. It spiraled around itself into a six foot high column before collapsing in and resolving into the familiar form of a naked 13-year-old girl.
“That was fast.” The girl said, putting her hands on her hips and striking a provocative pose. “Think you can handle me already, do you?”
Daniel was in no mood to teach the succubus to respect him; he wanted to return to sleep as soon as possible. In terse sentences, he commanded the djinni her to use her persuasion magic to make his family ignore him until he told her otherwise. She accepted the order with a slight inclination of her head and started to walk towards the door.
“Wait,” Daniel stopped her. Asariel turned back and he said, “You- you're naked. You can't go downstairs like that. You'll freak everyone out.”
“Freak them out?” The girl raised an eyebrow. “With this body? More like they'll be drooling and trying to get at me. But you're the master of course.”
From nowhere, white smoke began to circle the girl's body. In a matter of seconds it had coalesced into a tight-fitting top and miniskirt, which still left little to the imagination. Without waiting for a response from Daniel, the succubus flounced out of the room with a movement that lifted her skirt and allowed Daniel to see that she had not bothered to manifest any underwear.
Robby was sitting at the kitchen table with his parents, watching the food on his plate grow colder little by little. The tradition in their family was that no one ate until everyone was seated. Robby had already answered his parents' standard questions about his day, so all three sat in a silence broken by occasional sighs of exasperation.
Dean Miller, a normally easy-going man in his late thirties, was struggling to check his impatience with his eldest son. He arrived home from work at 6:00 every day with the assumption that his family would be ready for dinner. Since he worked long hours and occasionally had to travel, he enjoyed these evening meals as opportunities to stay up-to-date on his sons' lives. Jennifer Miller was the firmer parent and the least accepting family member when it came to delays. She worked 20 hours each week on top of performing her motherly duties. This meant she had to keep a strict schedule and became put out by any deviations from it.
The sound of footfalls on the stairs caused some of the tension to leave the room, although Mrs. Miller still looked like she was preparing to give a long lecture. As he took a seventeenth sip from his almost empty cup, Robby felt his cock start to stir in his pants. It had begun doing things like that randomly a year ago so at first he did not pay much attention. With every step that echoed from the stairs, though, his cock gave a twitched and swelled up more. By the time the walker reached the carpet at the bottom of the stairs and the sounds ceased, Robby had a full erection tenting his pants. He shifted awkwardly in his seat, trying to adjust himself without letting on to his sudden arousal in front of his parents. In his own seat at the table, Mr. Miller was nearly mirroring the actions of his son as he tried to surreptitiously shift his own member. The only visible change in Mrs. Miller was a deepening of her frown as she felt a moist spot appear in her underwear.
The atmosphere at dinner table, which had become awkward for an entirely different reason than it had been a minute ago, changed in an instant to pure shock. Instead of a lanky brown-haired boy, the person stepping around the corner into the kitchen was the most beautiful girl that the family had ever seen. She was barefoot and her long, tanned legs were obscured only by a tiny white skirt that bounced dangerously high with each step she took. A dark blue tank top hugged her flat stomach and showed off an inch-wide strip of tantalizing skin above her skirt. The top had mostly succeeded in its mission to keep the girl's breasts in check, although they still wobbled promisingly as she approached the seated Millers.
The girl met the stupefied looks of the family with a winning smile. A vague pressure descended over the humans, keeping them quiet and in their seats. They stared at the beautiful teen in wonder as she sat down in the fourth seat at the table. All three of the humans had a sudden wish to see under the table, where they knew the girl's skirt would have practically disappeared once she sat down. The girl leaned forward conspiratorially and the family members leaned forward as well, although they were each attempting to get a better view of the teen's cleavage.
“I'm Asariel,” the succubus said brightly in a belated introduction. The Millers only nodded, their eyes still fixed on the girl's chest. A gentle presence wormed its way into each of their minds. A thought formed from nothing: you can trust Asariel. Asariel knows what is best for you. An empty smile bloomed on the face of each family member as they continued to stare placidly at the girl's breasts. You will obey Asariel. Asariel is your mistress.
Asariel matched the family's smiles as she watched them fall under her spell, although her eyes retained an intelligence that was suddenly lacking in those of the Millers. Normal humans were so easy to entrance that she would have considered it boring if it were not for the fact that she loved the thrill of power it gave her. Since most of her existence consisted of servitude to sniveling priests, she savored any moment when she could be the master. It usually only happened with normal humans; voodoo priests and acolytes almost always had a number of pesky wards and servants surrounding them. She did not mind a challenge though, she mused as she leaned back in her seat. The Millers' vacant smiles dimmed slightly as they lost their prime view of the girl's ample cleavage.
Now that the family was under her control, all the djinni had to do was order them to ignore Daniel until further notice. She might have even done that, if it were not for his little stunt with the lightning earlier. Asariel did not appreciate being punished when she had only been playing around and now she had the opportunity to even the score. There was no way for her to disobey a direct order from her master but a clever demon could usually find a loophole in her instructions.
With the air of a cat preparing to pounce, Asariel rose from her seat. Three heads tilted upward, following her mindlessly. The demon walked around to the opposite side of the table to stand behind Daniel's younger brother. Without effort, she pulled his name from his mind, as well as those of his parents. It would be polite to address these humans by name as she enslaved them. Robby, as she knew him now, was trying to turn in his seat to keep her in his sight. Asariel lightly rested a hand on each of his shoulders, keeping the boy facing forward.
“Robby,” the succubus leaned in close and whispered into his ear. “Do you like girls?”
The eleven-year-old nodded without turning his head. He was staring blankly across the room, where Asariel had first entered. As he gaped like a fish, Asariel slid her hands over his shoulders and down along his chest. The gentle touch would not have ordinarily elicited a reaction but the djinni's influence was still affecting everyone in the room, warping their sexuality. Robby shuddered as Asariel's delicate hands pressed down along his stomach. Lacking the capacity to speak, the boy continued to nod.
“Good. And you like older girls right?” Asariel purred. She rubbed her right hand roughly against the boy's jeans, further stimulating his erect cock. To reach that low while standing behind him, Asariel had to bend forward so her breasts pushed against his neck. Robby's parents rediscovered their interest in the succubus' cleavage as she pressed herself against their son.
Robby nodded again. He was smiling as he thought of the beautiful teenager that had come down to dinner tonight. She was a few years older than him, but he liked her a lot. The pressure that clouded his mind only allowed him limited free thought, all of which was about sex. He was in the middle of a fantasy about the teen girl taking her clothes off for him when he heard the girl speak again.
“That's right,” Asariel said, pausing for a moment to nibble gently on the boy's ear. “You like older women. They have such nice curves. Imagine her now. The woman you want. Dark hair, shoulder-length. Mid-thirties. Yes, that's the age you like. Nice C-cup breasts for you to hold. That's what you want, isn't it? You know who you want to fuck. She's your mother...”
Robby stared ahead vacantly as the djinni painted a picture of his mother in his mind. He remained under Asariel's control, and his tastes and sexuality shifted as she suggested. By the time she finished speaking, Robby was completely fixated on his mother. He dredged up memories that had seemed unimportant before. The shape of his mom's butt as she bent over to pick something up off the floor. The way her shirts hugged her soft curves. The nightshirt she wore, when she did not button it all the way and he had accidentally seen almost to her nipples.
As Robby sat rediscovering happy times, and imagining much more perverted new ones, Asariel stepped back away from him. She circled the table until she was standing next to Mr. Miller, who had followed her with his eyes the entire time, just like Mrs. Miller was doing. With casual grace, Asriel twisted and sat down on Dean's lap. The man's vague thoughts became acutely focused on the fact that the girl's bare bottom was pressing against his pants, since her micro skirt would not have kept covering her as she sat down.
“Dean,” Asariel said coyly. With a great effort of will, Mr. Miller dragged his eyes up from the girl's breasts, which were only a few inches below his chin at this point. “You don't mind that I'm young, right?”
“No,” Mr. Miller answered hoarsely, surprising Asariel. It was rare that a human would have the presence of mind to answer her when they were under her spell. She layered a bit more magic on his mind before continuing.
“Because you like 'em young, don't you?” she giggled. Dean nodded dumbly at the question. Unfortunately by dipping his head, he noticed her breasts again and he never looked back up. Asariel stroked the man's head as if he were a dog. She smirked as he lost himself in her cleavage once again. That would soon change.
“But you don't like breasts, Dean,” the demon reminded him sweetly. “You prefer flat chests.”
Dean raised his head back up to meet the girl's eyes. He had lost all interest in her ample chest. As he considered her again, he thought it was such a shame that she had such a beautiful body but was cursed with large breasts. He started picturing all of the little girls he had seen recently. Like his 7-year-old niece in her skin-tight one piece swimsuit. Before Dean's mind could drift too far down that path, Asariel spoke again.
“Yes, you know what you like. They're so cute with their flat chests and their small dicks,” Asariel choked at the end and almost laughed out loud as her words jarred with the mental images Dean had conjured. His brow wrinkled in confusion. Taking pity on him, she explained. “You like little boys, Dean. Especially that hot little piece of ass you see every day. Your son, Robby. Just picture him: swimming, in the shower, changing in gym class. It gets you so hard.”
And it did. Dean Miller's erection was just as hard as it had been when Asariel entered the room, but none of his attention was spared for the beautiful teen anymore. As he stared down at the centerpiece in the middle of the table, his mind was churning with thoughts of his youngest son's lithe body. Asariel hopped off of Mr. Miller's lap and started walking to the opposite side of the table, where Mrs. Miller was watching.
“Oh yeah,” an afterthought occurred to Asariel. She addressed the entranced boy once more. “Robby, you also like older men. Like your dad. He can fuck you whenever he wants.”
After offhandedly making Robby bisexual, Asariel returned her focus to Mrs. Miller. As a succubus, most of Asariel's servitude was forced by male priests looking for a servant to help them get their rocks off. So, whenever the djinni had leeway in orders like this, she tended to be gentler with females. It was not so much a matter of having sympathy for females as it was an inclination to be harsher with males. It did not matter to the succubus that the males she had access to were innocent. They still had to pay for the crimes of their gender, unlike Mrs. Miller.
“Jennifer,” Asariel leaned in close but did not touch the woman. Jennifer shivered in delight as the demon's breath grazed the skin of her neck. “You like being a mother. It makes you so happy.”
Mrs. Miller nodded in agreement. She was still nodding when Asariel spoke again, “But you wish Robby was younger, a baby like he used to be. Back when you two played together and he loved you unconditionally and you would nurse him with your breasts.”
Robby had been raised on formula, but as the djinni described it, Mrs. Miller found herself full of false memories of her youngest son sucking on her nipples. Asariel's magic turned everything in Jennifer's mind sexual until she was convinced that she got off on the feeling of Robby's lips sucking on her breast. It would be so nice if he was young again, just so she could have one last orgasm with him suckling from her. Asariel stepped away, seeing the woman's breathing quicken as she sank into her fantasies like the rest of her family.
Considering her work a success, Asariel turned away from the kitchen table and the newly depraved family sitting around it. She took a step away, intending to return to her young master. Without warning, pain blossomed inside of her and began to grow rapidly like vines, sinking into every nerve ending of her body. The succubus stopped instantly and hunched over as she waited for the pain to dissipate. Had she kept walking, the pain would have become progressively worse until every movement was unbearable. It was the boy's damn sigil, burning her from the inside. She had tried to return without completing her task. Asariel spun on her heel to face the family, her skirt swirling up around her hips. Her beautiful face was distorted by pain and hate into an expression no human teenager had ever shown.
“Look at me, you stupid toys,” Asariel hissed. Three pairs of eyes swung over to focus on her. They met her sudden rage with the bland indifference of the entranced. “You all have to hide your new desires from Daniel. When he is around you will ignore him and act like you always have with each other. But when he's not home, you all are going to fuck each other's brains out. Got it?”
Each member of the family nodded dully. Still seething, Asariel turned and tried to leave the kitchen again. When no pain wracked her body, she increased her pace and left the room, pulling the lingering threads of her magic along with her. As she started climbing the stairs, she could hear the family begin to talk and eat as if they did not notice Daniel's absence. By the time she reached the top step, Asariel had composed herself. The centuries of anger over her servitude were once again buried deep inside of her, simmering out of sight.
Asariel put one hand on the knob of Daniel's door and hesitated. Her current form had kept Daniel off-balance well enough during their first encounter but he would become accustomed to it sooner or later. For novices, Asariel had found that taking the form of someone they knew tended to be the most disconcerting. After a moment's thought, Asariel began shrinking while her features and hair began changing rapidly. Her clothes shrunk with her, keeping a tight hold on her body. When the succubus turned the doorknob, she had the form of Daniel's 7-year-old cousin, plucked from the mind of his father. Her skirt now had roughly the width of a scarf and her tank top appeared to be painted onto her flat chest. With a bit of difficulty, Asariel brought an innocent expression to her face and walked into the room.