Succubus - Unearthly Delights

Erdin heard the chanting before he opened his eyes. As he wavered on the border of consciousness, dark voices crept to his ears. Their words were indiscernible, a chorus of spells and witchcraft that drove deep into him. He stirred, feeling the cold stones beneath his head, his back. He breathed slowly, opening his eyes, still half-dreaming.

He knew he was lying on his back, naked. Rolling his head gradually to one side, he saw that he was inside a circle of flickering candles, their glow barely lighting up the chamber he was in. In the darkness, just beyond the light, he could see the source of the chanting – row upon row of hooded figures, their faces obscured by shadow. Just as he thought he could understand a word or two in the dark tongue they were speaking, it was gone, replaced by yet another word that painfully buzzed in his ears. Gradually, he could feel his muscles waking. He tried moving his arm, but found it was stuck fast, his wrists bound to the floor with tight iron chains. Erdin realised that he was trapped. Panic set in. The man tried to struggle free, his meagre muscles only managing to jostle the chain noisily against the stone, the sound being lost beneath the chanting. As he grew more lucid, another voice cut into the echoing chamber around him.

“Oh great Naamah, hear his cries! Replace them with your pleasured sighs!” said the voice, powerful and rhythmic. The chanting rose in volume to match. Erdin lifted his head as much as he dared, just able to see a woman wearing a dress as black as midnight. Both of her pale hands were outstretched, the muscles taut. One hand was thrust upwards, the other hovering above him, grasping oddly at the air. “Mighty queen of lust and pleasure, change this body by your measure!” the woman continued, her head thrown back in an expression that Erdin was unsure if it was ecstasy or pain. He thrashed against the chains, but it was no use. Whatever had fastened his unconscious body to the centre of the ritual had made it impossible to escape. He cried aloud, desperately, looking for any way to flee. His legs were similarly trapped in chains, his whole body spread out and vulnerable on the stone floor. “Break the seal into this world, let your powers be unfurled!” the woman screamed up to the space above her. One by one, the flames of the candles flickered, shifting from the warm orange to a bright, shining red, the flames growing still.

Erdin stopped his hopeless struggling when he saw the crimson tendrils emanating from the woman’s outstretched hands. She grinned maliciously, staring at his terrified face. It was magic, but unlike any he had ever studied – something dangerous, something dark. The magic poured from her hands, shaking and straining with the force of the power flowing through them. The tendrils began to swirl above him, like a blood-red whirlpool, impossibly suspended in the air. The woman licked her lips, delighted. “It’s working. The ritual is working”, she excitedly murmured, the chanting growing ever more fervent around them.

From her other hand, more tendrils shot out, and Erdin writhed and struggled as they came closer. With slow, measured precision, the tendrils wrapped themselves around his manhood, and Erdin cried out in shock more than pain. They didn’t hurt, but they had substance, more form than he would have expected given their smoke-like appearance. The tendrils moved and adjusted no matter where he turned, grasping his shaft in a vice like grip. With a disgusted, desperate cry, Erdin could feel it growing harder and harder, impossibly aroused given the circumstances. His member throbbed, and he lashed at his chains, desperate to do anything to relieve the pressure that was building in his most private of parts. He unthinkingly moaned as the tendrils squeezed and stroked him, supernaturally building his arousal until he felt ready to orgasm. He was horrified, but couldn’t deny the sensation any longer. His whole body felt electrified, every nerve in pleasured bliss. Just as Erdin felt the orgasm about to crash over him, something changed.

The pleasure changed into a feeling he was unused to. The feeling of the tendrils touching his sensitive shaft was gone, replaced by a hot, wet arousal, but in an emptiness between his legs. Looking down, Erdin witnessed the impossible – his manhood was detached, painlessly floating above his body. In a panic, he looked at his groin, screaming in shock at what he saw. His manhood was not only missing, but transformed. What remained in its place was a vagina, tingling with excitement. Erdin was overwhelmed. He sunk back down, defeated. Just as he was about to lose consciousness once more, he saw a red, shining hand pierce through the whirling portal above him, grabbing his magically floating manhood with a cackle. Then, he slipped away, into the darkness.

Still barely conscious, Erdin’s eyes flickered open some time later. Mercifully, he could tell he wasn’t chained to the floor anymore, but his arms were now twisted painfully above his head. He seemed to be in some sort of cell, the worn stone floors dirty with grime and the detritus from other prisoners. He didn’t know how long he had been unconscious for. It may have been hours, but the gnawing hunger he suddenly felt suggested it had been far longer. His body felt weaker, more frail. Taking a deep breath, he tried to recollect his thoughts.

It was slowly coming back to him now. He had read one of the forbidden books in the academy’s library, cordoned off and locked away from the others, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him. The forbidden tome was full of dark incantations, ancient magics and banned spells, all promising unearthly delights to whoever was able to wield their power. Erdin hadn’t believed any of it – it was an old trick, a collection of fairy tales meant to be used as a metaphorical warning for any potential student who strayed too far from prescribed teaching. In a corner of the library, he had read a passage aloud, if only to smugly disprove the power that the book supposedly possessed. Nothing had happened, and the young scholar returned to his chambers, ready to boast about his experiment with his fellow students, yet when he arrived a darkly dressed figure had been waiting for him. She had raised one pale hand out in front of him, and with a blast of strange magic, he had woken up, chained to the floor of the ritual chamber.

He brushed his bare feet against the floor of his cell, if only to try and return the circulation to them through the sensation. The ritual was a horror – the last thing he remembered was that wicked hand extending from the portal above his captive body. Erdin tried to think back on anything he had read of rituals like the one he had been the subject of. Much of the teachings he had gone through only served to warn him of them, instead of telling him their purpose. He tried to remember the words that the woman controlling the ritual had said. He remembered her begging some creature to change his body, to inhabit it and alter it to her desires. Erdin felt a lump grow in his throat as the realisation struck him – had he been possessed?

Beyond the fear of his mind not being his own, he already knew changes had begun in his body. From his bound position, he knew he should have been able to see his manhood between his legs, but in its place was the unfamiliar, womanly organ. He was revulsed by the thought. He hoped that the magic would be reversible, but deep down knew that this was unlikely. The absence of his penis was odd, though as he considered it, it was not entirely without its merit. What other opportunity would he get to explore this new organ, than when it was now part of him? He reasoned with himself – it was for his studies, of course.

Erdin writhed inside his restraints, pinning him to the wall. Surprisingly, they were not as tight as he first thought. Turning his head, he could see that his wrists seemed slimmer than he remembered. Was this one of the changes, or was it just his body’s response to the stress of his ordeal? Whilst Erdin theorised, he found he was able to pull down, his arm coming looser. With a final tug, his hand slipped free, his whole arm now loose. With one arm free, it was easier to release his second, and after a moment, Erdin was free. In the corner of his dingy cell, he spotted a bed, little more than a mat laying on the top of some straw, yet it would do. Hesitantly, he lay down on top of it. His body felt smaller, more precise in his movements as he walked the few steps to it.

The young man tried to stop his hand from shaking as he slowly moved it down his body. Strangely, he felt excited, despite the horror of his situation. He was about to experience something completely new. His fingertips brushed at the folds of his new organ, and suddenly a shot of pleasure went through him. Erdin gasped softly, his voice muffled by the cell. Pressing onwards, he felt deeper within, the strange pleasure increasing as his fingers moved inquisitively. His fingers brushed something deeper, and his whole body tensed as a wave of bliss worked its way through him. Just at the edge of his hearing, Erdin thought he could hear something: more foul whispers, low but feminine, and a gleeful, wicked cackle, the same as what he heard from the portal. He looked around his cell, but as expected, he was alone.

Once more, he went to rub the sensitive nub, trying to remind himself that it was for scientific purposes, but truly he knew he needed to feel that pleasurable high again. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Soft, gentle moans left his lips as he explored and teased his changing body, his fingers growing wet from his vagina’s fluids that now soaked the bed, eager for something to fill the void inside. Erdin increased the pressure, rubbing himself with more intensity. He could feel an energy building, a powerful orgasm that he could tell was only moments away. Yet, just as he expected to lose himself to it, nothing happened, the sensation passing.

Erdin was frustrated. What had he been doing wrong? He went to go touch at the spot once more, yet it didn’t elicit the same response, despite his desperation. He was being denied the release that he had been craving. Just then, he heard heavy footsteps coming down the corridor outside his cell, and grew suddenly aware of how loud he must have been. Ashamed, he tried to stifle his breathing. What punishment would his jailors mete out if they found him free from his bindings?

From the corridor, he heard a soft metallic click, followed by the same footsteps, growing closer. With a similar click, the footsteps hurried away. Erdin realised that the click was from the door. Had someone unlocked it? Cautiously, he stood up, his vagina still reeling with the after effects of his exploration. He pushed on the door, finding it now swinging open easily. Erdin stuck his head into the corridor, trying to spot whoever had unlocked it. They appeared to have long gone, vanishing further down the corridor with its row upon row of identical doors for what Erdin assumed would be more cells. Was someone trying to break him out?

He stepped out into the corridor, struggling to believe his luck. Erdin knew he needed to act fast. He was naked, unarmed, and his body already changed. If he was to get help, it needed to be soon. There were more cells next to his, and he was certain he heard another one unlock. Hoping for an ally to help him escape, Erdin pushed on the door of the cell next to his.

Inside, it was identical to his own, with its dirty bed to the side of the cell. On the far wall, a man was strung up, chained upright just as Erdin had been before managing to free himself. The man was naked and had clearly been attacked, with several bruises across his arms and torso. He couldn’t have been any more than a few years older than Erdin, but his muscles spoke of a life spent adventuring, not with his nose shoved into a book. The stranger didn’t seem to acknowledge Erdin’s entrance, his head slumped in a heavy sleep. Erdin walked towards him, daring not to speak aloud in case the jailor returned. He extended his hand out to his restraints, but found his muscles rebelling against him. In the back of his mind, he heard that dark laughter once more. Erdin looked away, horrified - as his hand had stretched out, he hadn’t gone to the restraints. It now firmly held the man’s penis in his grip.

Erdin knew he should let go. He had never held the shaft of another man, but somehow he couldn’t find it in himself to release him. For the first time in several days, he felt powerful. With just a few movements, he would have complete control of the other man, able to have him do his bidding by the perfect application of pleasure and pain. Erdin found himself growing disgustingly moist at the thought. The other man murmured something, his eyes flickering open for a moment before returning to sleep. Erdin could feel that something was controlling him – he usually would have never had dreamed of this. He had never before had any interest in men. But somehow, now that he was holding the man’s shaft in his small grip, he knew he wanted more.

Slowly, he began to massage at the man’s member, feeling it quickly swell in his grip. It was large – far larger than Erdin’s had ever been before it was cruelly taken away. Within him, the mischievous thrill at what he was doing was slowly overtaking his initial revulsion. The man’s husky voice murmured, close to his head, “More”. Erdin grinned, quickening his pace. As he stared, entranced by the long, thick member, he felt himself growing moister in another unexpected place. He licked his lips, salivating. Unable to stop himself, he sunk to his knees, finding that his body was now the perfect height. The head of the man’s penis hovered mere inches from his lips, parted in anticipation while his hand still worked his shaft. He knew that once he got a taste, there would be no turning back. He closed his eyes, breathing in deeply through his nose. He could smell the man’s sweat, the scent of his precum that now was smeared across Erdin’s fingers in a sticky warm paste. Once, these scents would have disgusted him, but he could feel that darkness in his subconscious once again. He was changing and couldn’t deny any longer how much he wanted this. Erdin took a moment to compose himself and leant forward, licking the head that quivered in front of him.

As soon as his soft tongue made contact, he was hooked. The salty taste was a drug. His first few curious licks had quickly changed into desperate, sloppy sucks, doing anything to take in as much of the taste as possible. The moans coming from the semi-conscious man only drove him further. He could hear the mocking cackling once more, but Erdin ignored it. He didn’t care anymore – the sensation of his wet mouth being full, the feeling of running his tongue along the bulging veins as he gagged and cooed in time - it was all that he could focus on.

While he sucked, Erdin’s body hair began to fall away. The stubble that had once been trying to sprout from his jaw vanished back inside of him, leaving it smooth and even more youthful. The small smattering of chest hair he had simply dropped off of him, sliding off his body as he rocked back and forth, addicted. His arm hair faded, along with the coarse hairs across his legs, falling off and vanishing into the grime of the cell’s floor.  His skin grew far softer and more sensitive. With each suck, it shifted in hue. His once pale skin, used to being hidden from the sun by long robes or inside his academy, grew pinker, a hot flush spreading across his whole body. It finished as a rosy pink, in stark contrast with the darkness of his surroundings.

Erdin, now unable to stop himself, felt the man thrusting, forcing him to suck deeper and deeper. His body tried to fight it, but the feeling was too good to ignore. His gag reflex vanished with a powerful thrust, now taking the cock with even more enthusiasm and ease than before. Erdin’s free hand wandered downwards, unthinkingly toying with his own organ with now practised delight, rubbing his clitoris as he pleasured the man towering over him.

The short, cropped hair on his head began to grow longer, taking on a glossy black sheen. It grew down over his ears, tickling at his shoulders as his head was rocked back and forth. Just above his forehead, he could feel two points of pressure building as his skin was stretched, the beginnings of horns starting to grow. His lips, tightly pressed around the other man, grew thicker and poutier. His broad nose slimmed down into a thin point, and he felt the man’s cock in his mouth adjust slightly as his jawline rearranged, his cheekbones adjusting higher and his face losing its square, masculine touch. At least in his face, Erdin was now androgynous, his eyes rolling back as the ecstatic feeling grew higher and higher.

He tweaked at his nipples, feeling them grow harder and more pointed as he pinched them. The pain was a delight, his moans muffled by the shaft that was rammed into his mouth. Erdin knew that he needed to stop a long time ago, but he was now in too deep. He worked furiously, toying with the man’s balls as he could feel his whole body tense, flush up against the wall. With a deep, pleasured moan, the man came. Erdin could feel his manhood tremble inside of his mouth, the hot, salty spray of his seed that he didn’t know he had been craving pouring down his throat. He pulled back, licking the last of it from the tip of his cock, and swallowed. The man slumped his head once more, returning to his sleep with a smile on his face.

Erdin looked at his own body, now almost completely unrecognisable from how it had been when he was first captured. It was still his own, but the hair that fell about his shoulders was new to him, and the stagnant air of the dungeon felt hotter against his newly sensitive skin, now a soft pink. As he stood up, he wanted to feel disgusted with himself. What had overcome him? But as he looked at the sleeping man, he couldn’t help but lick his lips. It had felt amazing. He felt powerful, sexually free, and capable of bending men like that around his fingers. He realised the hunger in his stomach was gone, at least for now. But, Erdin knew it wouldn’t be long before it returned, and he needed more to satisfy himself. Slowly, he sauntered back to his cell, laying down on his bed with a mischievous smile on his face. If he was in too deep now to turn back, how far could he go?

As he slept, Erdin was beset by strange dreams. He felt he was walking in a bizarre world of rocks and fire, though the heat didn’t trouble him. Everywhere he looked, he could see red-skinned humanoids of all shapes and sizes, rutting and writhing with each other. Some had other creatures, people he thought he recognised, but somehow Erdin knew they were prisoners. All were being siphoned of their emotions, their pleasure, and Erdin knew it was for some higher cause, some greater power of chaos and ecstasy that loomed over everyone in the realm. As he walked, Erdin’s body felt different, lighter than before. The profane displays of orgies and lust didn’t disgust him but made his whole body buzz with anticipatory pleasure. As much as he knew it was wrong, he wanted to dive in and be consumed, losing himself amongst the masses of moaning flesh.

When he awoke, Erdin’s hands were already playing with himself, tracing over his erect nipples in his sleep. The dream had triggered something, and now his lust was uncontrollable, the scholar now a slave to it. The hunger had returned, and he couldn’t think straight, unable to focus without satisfying it. He rose from the bed, looking around his cell for something to satisfy the void inside of him. He lifted the bed with surprising ease, finding amongst the dirt and dust a small length of wood, polished smooth. Once, Erdin thought, it must have been the handle for some tool used to clean the cell in better times, but it had been broken, cast off underneath the bed and forgotten. For Erdin, he knew it had a more important purpose.

Spreading his legs, Erdin pushed the wood inside of his hole with a gasp, his voice rising into a feminine sigh as he extracted it. The handle wasn’t the thick rod he truly wanted, but for now it would do. Holding it firmly, he began to move it in and out, his vagina already slick and ready to receive. The thought of using an old bit of wood as a dildo would have horrified Erdin only a few days prior, but now he was lost. His old goal in life, the pursuit of knowledge and learning, was slowly being eroded by his rampant lust. Only pleasure mattered, and all that he did would be in pursuit of it, no matter the cost.

As he worked, Erdin squeezed at his nipples, smiling as he felt the fat building beneath them. He pinched at his flesh, willing it to fatten, and it grew beneath his hands. Soon, he was left with two fatty mounds that were soft and pliable, jiggling as he pounded himself. He tensed his body, feeling his bones cracking and reforming in a burst of pain that his body quickly transformed into delightful agonies that only pushed his arousal further. His shoulders slimmed down, become thin and feminine. Across his arms, the bulk began to fade, though he lost none of his strength. It was now hidden beneath soft skin and gentle curves. His fingertips each were topped by a black nail, and Erdin’s mind showed him images of them wrapping around a penis, pumping it dry. His torso collapsed inwards, new, strange organs growing and warping inside of his slimmer body. With a crack, his pelvis burst wider. Erdin moaned as he felt the fat swell around them, his thighs growing thicker and his rear growing into a perfectly heart shaped, pert behind. Erdin’s legs grew longer and shapelier, the skin taut and soft across his body.

Erdin’s thrusts grew quicker, more forceful, pounding his vagina with supernatural stamina. He began to wail in pleasure, his voice echoing around the cell, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Cracking and reforming, his face finalised, his panting lips now jet black. His eyebrows were magically plucked until they were little more than two thin expressive lines, and finally winged eyeliner made his dark eyes all the more enchanting. Erdin knew he wans’t going to let his orgasm be denied this time. His skin changed colour once more. The pink hue solidified and darkened, until his whole body was a monochrome crimson, almost otherworldly in its brightness. His hair grew the last few inches until it tumbled down his back, tickling and teasing.

More visions came to Erdin. He could see himself being speared from every orifice, pumped and fucked as his body was bounced around, shouting ecstatically. The visions seemed far more real than imaginings, and Erdin realised they had substance – he could remember how they felt, how good those blissful moments once were, and how much he needed to feel like that again. They weren’t visions, he realised; they were memories. Erdin heard the cackling once more, louder this time. He laughed, and noticed the cackling wasn’t coming inside of his head anymore, but being said aloud, laughing wickedly from his own dark lips. He was almost lost, but didn’t care. This was who he was now. He had been shown the true path of pleasure, and walked along it, eager.

With a few final thrusts, Erdin came. The orgasm shook him, his new toes and fingers curling in bliss as he thrashed on the bed. His skin burst above his forehead, two short horns growing out. At their base, they were as dark as his hair, and at their tips they grew into the same brilliant red as his sensitive flesh. He lay back, enjoying the post-orgasm glow while tracing around his nipples.

Later, he heard the door of the cell open, and a package being thrown inside with a soft thump. Erdin barely bothered looking – he had more important things to worry about. A voice came from outside of his cell.

“The Sorceress wishes to see you. She has a task for you”, came a male voice, slightly nervous. “Put these on and I’ll lead you to her chambers.” Somehow, Erdin was taking pride in the fact he was making the man nervous – it meant that he had power over him.

Erdin stretched, getting out of the bed. The package was a bundle wrapped in dark velvet, and he opened it on the floor of the cell. It was clothing, though far removed from the robes that he had once worn in a different, altogether more boring life. They were various garments of a slick black leather, and Erdin ran his hands over them excitedly.

First, he found a pair of black panties. He slid them up his thin legs, pulling them high over his curving waist. They sat snugly, covering his sensitive sex in the thinnest of layers. Curious, Erdin brushed one fingertip along it, satisfied to find that he could still feel his touch beneath as if he were wearing nothing at all. He squeezed on a dark corset, studded with small spikes of metal. It creaked and strained as he tightened it, looking delighted as he saw how tapered it made his already thin waistline. He slipped on the black bra, his nipples hard and visible through the soft cups. The straps were skin-tight, running over his shoulders but easy to remove to expose his sensitive mounds. Excitedly, he began to wriggle his legs into the heels, merging into one glossy shape with some thigh-high tights. Erdin could feel his legs squeezing into them, but by the time his feet had reached the end, he felt perfectly comfortable. Standing up, the heels gave him a precious few extra inches of height and made his already pert behind more exaggerated. Finally, he picked up the two gloves – the sleeves extending almost up to his shoulders. His fingers stretched and strained against the leather, until he was in, perfectly covered in the tight leather. Erdin rubbed two fingertips together, relishing the leathery squeak the fabric made. Now dressed, he left the cell.

“This way, my lady…” the guard bumbled, gesturing further down the corridor. Erdin could feel him staring at his breasts, and loved it. He moved closer, knowing that he could do anything with this man. Trying to resist getting distracted, the guard moved first, quickly leading the way. Erdin followed, smiling, the sound of his heels echoing on the stones as he walked with a powerful, seductive gait.

Eventually, Erdin was led to the Sorceress’ chambers on the other side of the dungeon. The guard opened the great oak door, standing aside. Erdin walked in, blowing a teasing kiss to the guard as he passed. Inside was an opulent room with dark mahogany furniture. Erdin could see various magical implements glowing and whirring. Once, he may have known what they were, but now that knowledge had slipped away. The woman from the ritual, wearing her dark dress, stood from a desk, turning to Erdin with a satisfied smile.

“Why, your skills surpass even my expectation”, she said, looking Erdin over. “You truly have tailored this host to your tastes, Naamah”, she said, coming closer.

That name left Erdin stunned for a moment. Naamah. It felt truer, more fitting than his old one ever did. He put Erdin aside forever – she was Naamah now.

The Sorceress approached. Naamah could feel the rich perfume on her pale skin, the magical potential brimming just below the gorgeous façade of her appearance. She could tell the woman was getting distracted. She caught her staring at her lips, and Naamah unthinkingly licked them, invitingly.

“It serves well, Sorceress”, she said, her voice almost an erotic sigh. “Though, I must repay you for bringing me to a new world, full of such eager subjects…”

The Sorceress smiled nefariously.

“Of course. Perhaps you should head to the barracks, first? My men are tired, and could do with something to take their minds off of our greater purpose, if only for an evening. After that, perhaps we can talk of some longer term plans.”

“Yes, Sorceress”, Naamah said, twirling her dark hair around one leather-clad fingertip. “I’ll see to it that I start there”, she said, bowing her head politely. Naamah walked out of the Sorceress’ study, following the guard to the barracks, deeper still within the dungeon.

Before long, Naamah was on the cold stone floor once again, but this time by choice. The groans of the men surrounding her were intoxicating. In each hand she worked a shaft as she had done a thousand times before, able to tease and squeeze every last drop of pleasure from the men before finally letting them release on her red skin. Her dark tongue rolled around the cock in her mouth, it being rammed deeper and deeper down her throat. One lucky guard had pushed her leather underwear aside, each taking turns to fill her.

In the centre of the orgy, Naamah was in her element. This was what her body was made for, and she knew she could have a lot more fun before being called back to the Sorceress’ chambers later that night.

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A commission for Soom99 and a sequel to my earlier Vampire story! I hope you enjoy reading it. These corruption stories are a lot of fun to write.