It was nearly 3 am when Sam returned to the apartment. Jev had left the door unlocked for her when Cyd and he had turned in for the night, and despite the door opening quietly the sound was enough to rouse him. He could tell that Cyd was also roused by the sound, her gentle breathing in the dark quick and regular. There was a stifled giggle in the hall and the sound of bare feet stepping off into the rest of the apartment. A few words were spoken, sotto voce, by a voice that Jev didn’t recognise, and he heard Sam reply, indistinctly quietly. Almost immediately, soft snoring rose from the living room.
The bedroom door creaked open quietly, and he heard Sam’s footsteps pad around the bed. A powerful smell of spirits drifted in her wake. Sam slipped into the bed behind Jev, wrapping her arms around his midsection, as Cyd growled.
“Gods above and below, did you drink a whole distillery?”
Sam kissed the nape of Jev’s neck, cuddling in tighter to him.
“I promise I’m as sober as a priest on Fastday. Body shots are good fun, but they get messy when folks start to get drunk. Did you like the pictures?”
Jev cleared his throat a bit. Reaching back to caress her leg, he was unsurprised to find it totally bare.
“We only got through about 15 of them before we got distracted with our own fun.”
Sam hummed contentedly as she found her spot in bed.
“Ah, well. You’ll have a nice treat for later. I didn’t even know champagne could be used like that. You’ll never look at a bottle quite the same way again.”
Cyd scoffed but said nothing. Sam continued.
“Oh, and I’ve brought you home a little treat for tomorrow. She’s got a favour she wants to ask of you.”
She refused to elaborate further, and Jev was too tired to force the issue. Whatever it was, it would keep until the morning.
Marisela woke, a beam of sunlight streaking through the plush pink curtains and striking her very precisely in the face. She tried adjusting herself, but each new position she found was less comfortable than the last. She grunted with frustration and threw the pillowy white comforter to one side. As per routine, her first stop was to the mirror that she kept on the back of the dresser. She pulled locks of blonde hair to the side, but as always her ears remained steadfastly round. She’d not lost any height, nor gained any. She had no wings, and her feet were steadfastly feet and had not been replaced by a snake tail or a horse body or any other exciting changes.
This was, of course, to be expected. Enchantments were set in the womb. One didn’t suddenly gain one overnight, regardless of what Lia Rensmith swore the piece of paper that she’d sold to Marisela in exchange for Mari doing her history homework would do when she slept with it under her pillow. No, Marisela Wellow was a perfectly human 13-year-old girl. It was rare for Enchantments to not be passed down from either parent, but sometimes it happened. Clinically, the term for it was Arcane Atrophy Disorder, or AAD, a failure of the foetus to properly sustain the magical energies which allowed it to be changed. Outside of the hospital, though, most everyone just called them “nulls.”
Mari descended the stairs to the kitchen for some breakfast. As she crossed the main floor of their large house, she was forced to pass their living room. Despite the name, more often than not, the room was empty. Today, however, her mother and father sat on the sofa with several sheets of paper scattered between them. Sitting opposite from them on a wingback chair, was an unfamiliar woman. She had violet skin and short, goatlike horns rising from her forehead. Her face was framed in waves of glossy black hair, and she immediately caught sight of Mari walking past, her eyes locking on to her and looking her over, analytically. Following her gaze, her father spotted her also.
“Hey, there, sprout. Why don’t you come over and join us. We were just talking about you.”
Mari’s father was a troll, a massive man with craggy features seemingly carved of stone. She knew some of her friends found him intimidating, especially with his deep, booming voice, but Mari never felt safer than with her dad. Her mother said nothing but watched expectantly for Mari to do as she was told. Mari’s mother was an elf. Tall and graceful, she always put on a refined guise in public, but at home, she was an avid majeball fan and liked playing practical jokes. Marisela sat on the couch beside her father, far from the unfamiliar woman.
“Mari, this is Azarael. She’s going to be a tutor for you to help you with your magic classes.”
The purple woman gave a little wave.
“Hi, Mari. You can call me Ayzee. Your parents have been telling me that you’re having some problems with charms and enchantments. That happens to be what I’m especially good at. I’d be happy to teach you.”
Mari snorted derisively.
“Lia says I’ll never be able to get it because I’m a null and magic doesn’t work with us.”
The violet-skinned woman smiled kindly.
“It’s escort bayan beşiktaş true you’re probably going to have to work harder to make magic work for you. But it’s not impossible. I used to work with a boy in Theranport who also had AAD. He’s now attending the University of Severna doing his masters in Enchantment Engineering. So I know it’s possible. If you’re willing to work with me, I promise you’ll be able to conjure fire before the year’s out.”
The strange woman extended her hand.
“Why don’t we find a quiet place to do some work and I can see what you already know?”
Facing down the expectant glances of her parents, Mari uncertainly took the guest’s hand as she led her into the study.
Jev was the first to wake, as usual. He was cuddled between Cyd’s human form on one side, and Sam on the other. All three of them were naked, and he savoured the feeling of warm female flesh on either side of him, though Sam did still smell powerfully of stale alcohol, which was somewhat off-putting. Cyd stirred slightly under his touch, and he considered rousing her to start a little morning fun, which Sam would doubtlessly join in. As he gently slid his hand down her side and towards the crook of her legs, the sound of a cabinet door gently being closed reminded him that Sam had brought home a guest.
Jev did his best to sneak out of the bed, crawling out from the foot of it. He found a discarded pair of boxers and pulled them on, watching as Sam drowsily made up for his sudden absence by shuffling over and spooning against Cyd instead. Figuring that any guest of Sam’s was unlikely to be scandalised by a man in underwear, he snuck out of the bedroom and entered the main living space of his apartment.
Jev recognised the woman standing in his kitchen as the red-haired one from the photos from the night before. He needn’t have worried about modesty, since while he was half-dressed, she was entirely naked. She had a slim but muscular physique, with smallish breasts that sagged slightly, but with wide, powerful hips and thighs. She was also stumbling around the kitchen with eyes squinted and the obvious signs of a hangover. She started slightly on seeing him, but then simply asked:
“Ibuprofen?”
He hiked a thumb towards the bathroom.
“Medicine cabinet. Bottom shelf.”
He chuckled to himself as she shuffled into the bathroom and he started a pot of coffee. She returned to the living room just as the smell of fresh coffee began to percolate through the apartment.
“Mmmm… That smells heavenly.”
He shrugged dismissively.
“You’re welcome to a cup when it’s done brewing, but it’s just the store brand. Nothing fancy.” He gave her exposed figure a once-over, “did you, uh, want a robe or something?”
The woman looked down at herself, slightly abashed. Brilliant red flushed her cheeks. All of them.
“My dress is by the front door, but Sam said I’m not allowed to wear clothes until… well, until she says I can. I’m assuming you’re Jev? I’m Kayli, by the way.”
She extended a hand to shake. The blush had disappeared and she stood confidently in front of him. He took the proffered hand.
“Yeah, I’m Jev. I take it there’s something more going on here than just Sam letting you crash here for the night?”
Kayli looked away, not directly confirming his suspicions, but giving him a good hint that he was on the right track.
“Alright, well, the coffee’s just about done. How do you take it?”
Kayli giggled to herself.
“Well, there’s the obvious joke there, especially when I’m dressed like this. But just three cream.”
“Creamer ok?”
She nodded. Jev prepared the two mugs.
“Want to take these out on the balcony?”
He was teasing, of course, but she looked at him, mischievously.
“Do you want me to?”
Jev’s eyebrows raised. Sam might well have gone along with it, but he wasn’t quite expecting his bluff to be called quite so eagerly.
“Inside is probably fine, there’s not actually any chairs out there, so…”
She shrugged, joining him as he led her to the couch which had, until recently, been serving as her bed.
“Alright, if that’s what you want. I’m sure that I could have found somewhere nice to sit anyways. Sam made it clear that I’m supposed to do what you tell me to, after all.”
Jev saw the perfect opportunity to turn the tables on her, as she was obviously expecting something raunchy to follow.
“Alright, then why don’t you tell me about yourself?”
Jev could practically hear the screeching sound of her brain changing course. He recognised that he was being toyed with, and wanted to make clear that he could play games too. He also suspected that Sam wasn’t nearly as asleep as she’d seemed and that she was hoping to catch him with his dick down the nubile redhead’s throat or something.
“Uh, alright. I’m going to be starting my final year of a degree in kinesiology, and when I get that I’m hoping istanbul escort to get my master’s in orthotics and prosthetics. I’m also on the University speed skating team, and that’ll be taking up a lot of my time really soon as our training is going to ramp up. Although I’m not sure if I’m going to keep that up after grad, since it takes so much time.”
She paused to take a sip of the coffee.
“My mom and dad are separated, but I get along with both of them pretty well. I have a younger brother and two half-brothers, but I don’t see any of them as often as I’d like since I’ve moved out. But I do have a little orange cat named Bob, and a roommate, Tiffy, who was the blonde in the pictures Sam sent you.”
She slid closer to him on the couch, her free hand sliding up his thigh and gently starting to caress his crotch through his shorts.
“Oh, and also? I just love cock. Absolutely crazy for it. And Sam’s told me that being with a succubus makes a guy’s cum taste like lemon drops.”
She took a long pull of coffee before putting her mug down on a nearby box and pulling the waistband of his shorts down, revealing his cock, already standing upright. She eagerly dropped her head down over his prick, her mouth unusually warm from the hot coffee. She made a few enthusiastic strokes before pulling back and tucking her hair behind her ear, smiling brilliantly.
“I suspect she’s lying, of course, but there’s only one way to find out… I love lemon drops, after all.”
She resumed her position with her head over his lap, but she didn’t immediately start bobbing. Instead, she took him in only part way and began whorling her tongue around his tip. She dropped further and further down, deep-throating him and staying in place for a few seconds before returning to the tip. Saliva flowed out from around his shaft as she did, and she grabbed his cock, now prodigiously lubricated with her spit, and stroked it. While her hand kept the rest of his cock occupied, she resumed the frantic work with her tongue. One moment it was toying with his frenulum, while the next it seemed to be enveloping his cock head. Even Sam, talented though she was, didn’t compare. Where Sam was like a concert pianist, hitting all the notes with skill and precision, Kayli was like a jazz pianist, experimenting and making new combinations on the fly.
As he revelled in the sensations that Kayli was giving him, He looked over her back to the curves of her ass. He slid his hand over them. Cyd was muscular, but in a kind of all-over way that came from a combination of her workout routine, work, and werewolf heritage. Kayli’s speed skating training left her very fit, but the concentrated focus made her thighs and butt especially so. Squeezing at her left cheek, she flexed the muscle in his grip. It became like steel under silk.
“Well, well… I see you found the toy I brought home for you.”
Sam strode smugly into the living area. Kayli didn’t break her pace at all. From behind the couch, Sam ran her hands down Jev’s chest, her naked breasts rubbing into the back of his head and neck.
“Oh, look at this good little cocksucker. She’s really going at it, isn’t she? Don’t you just want to give her your cum, Jev? Paint her mouth white with your warm jizz and give her what she desperately wants?”
Jev had barely been holding on before, and Sam’s encouragement weakened his resolve. He erupted into the eager redhead’s mouth and she sealed her lips around it to prevent any of her reward from being lost. When he finally stopped, she slowly pulled back, swallowing dramatically.
“Holy shit… It actually does taste like lemon drops?!”
Jev looked confusedly between Kayli and Sam. Certainly, Cyd hadn’t mentioned anything the night before, nor did Larellyn before that. Sam patted him reassuringly on the shoulder.
“Just a little enchantment I gave Kayli last night. I wanted to see how receptive she was to magic. If that didn’t take, then the… other thing… we had in mind definitely wouldn’t.”
Kayli looked up at Sam, asking a silent question. The violet woman nodded.
“I want your help to make me a succubus too.”
Marisel woke up. It was the 542nd day since her 18th birthday when Ayzee had given her a very special gift. Knowing how badly Mari wanted to fit in, to have any Enchantment at all, she’d gifted her the Ritual of Giving, the magical rite to call a concubus Enchantment into oneself. The ritual was simple enough, Ayzee had painted Mari’s body with runic symbols using blood paints, and then she’d been required to have sex with a person bound to a succubus while Ayzee had chanted and worked the magic. The person in her case had been Ayzee’s husband, a lithe Elf man who clearly enjoyed every second inside her tight teenage pussy, and who’d suggested afterwards that perhaps they could make it a regular thing. For her part, Mari had been too nervous to truly enjoy it, consumed by worries of whether the ritual would work on a null.
The ritual itself, taksim bayan escort however, was simply a start, a chance to step forward and say that you were interested in what the Enchantments had to offer. Far more difficult was maintaining your claim. Every day required an offering of ijinka to maintain the ritual, and missing a day — regardless of whether you were sick or having a bad day or just not feeling it — meant the ritual faded, along with your hopes to be selected. Being a horny teenager, the task seemed easy at first. Keeping the ritual bowl handy for all of the offerings was the most difficult part, as sometimes she was at home, masturbating herself, and sometimes at school, enjoying a helpful volunteer. After graduation, though, it quickly grew more difficult to find opportunities. She’d opted not to go immediately to post-secondary, not knowing what she wanted to do, and instead started working as a waitress.
The extra money made it easier to find ijinka donors out at the nightclubs, but the odd hours made it far more difficult. Part of her considered simply turning to prostitution. It wasn’t illegal in Emmarine but unfortunately came with enough risks that she’d opted against it. Instead, she’d turned to waiting which, in some ways, was worse. Doing late night shifts, the restaurant had been robbed twice in the year and a half since she’d been there. The customers often got grabby, especially late at night, and her boss did nothing about it, writing it off as simply “part of the job.”
Nevertheless, she’d managed 542 consecutive days of donations and figured today would be number 543. As she stumbled sleepily from the bed to her mirror, though, she felt strange. Hungry in a way she’d never felt before. Also, taller? And her room seemed unusually bright, considering the blinds were pinned shut and the light was off. She rushed to the mirror. A violet face met hers there. It was her face, but changed, refined. Her jawline was less square, her chin slightly more refined, her cheekbones higher. Short horns rose from her hairline, and she now had a tail, a lithe ropy thing that ended in a spade-like point. Blonde hair had become silver-grey, and her blue eyes were now green, and slitted like a cat’s.
And her tits! They hadn’t been small before, but now they strained the fabric of her t-shirt, nipples standing prominently erect as if begging to be sucked on. It was a body that cosmetic surgeons wished they could provide, and she wore it proudly. More than that, though, she felt complete. As if there had always been a part of herself that she couldn’t see in the mirror and now, finally, it was there.
She thought about how she would hide the change from her parents, whom she’d never spoken to about the ritual, and with a thought she watched herself change. Gone were the pornstar body and violet skin and whipping tail. She was back to being just Mari.
Not Mari anymore. You are Samaratiel, the Shifting Dream.
It wasn’t a voice that spoke to her, but a sense of something more. The Enchantment had a will of its own, and it was introducing itself. She discarded the t-shirt and panties she’d slept in, and to her delight, was able to form clothing on herself just at a thought. That strange hunger, that emptiness, grew. She was a succubus. She knew what she needed, but how? Mari, now Sam, walked downstairs. Her father was there. She could smell him. The musk of maleness. Just a taste of…
Nope. We’re not doing that. Off limits! You might be new here, but that’s still my dad and that’s gross!
Sam tried to put the thoughts out of her mind, but it was like grilling a steak in front of someone who’d never eaten. Her mother was just as bad. She excused herself from the house, saying she would be meeting with a friend before her shift. Instead, she went to the park. It was quiet and wooded, and most importantly, usually pretty empty. She stayed there until it was time for her shift.
Finally, the time came, and she had a plan. She recreated her staff uniform. The hem of its skirt was just a little bit higher, the v-neck collar showed just a bit more cleavage. Her ass just a little bit rounder and demanding attention. Focusing on the job for the afternoon, she was able to put the hunger out of her mind. Then, right on schedule, her target came in. Her prey. They knew him at the diner as Horris the Horrible. A regular at the place, he had a nasty habit of coming in drunk, harassing the other customers, getting handsy with the staff, and generally being a bully. He’d been removed from the building a few times, but management didn’t want to lose such a loyal customer. Sam “accidentally” unplugged the outdoor cameras from the security system, a trick that some of the other girls sometimes used to arrange for a little private time with their boyfriends during a break. Then, she got to work.
She leaned forward at Horris’ table, intentionally giving him a good look down the top of her shirt.
“What can I get for you tonight, sir?”
Horris was a large minotaur, who barely fit within their booths. He wasn’t a particularly smart man, especially when he was reeking of beer like now, but he recognised the invitation for what it was. A meaty hand reached around and grabbed her ass. As much as his touch revolted her, she thrilled as her plan came together.
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