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Veela or Succubus ch.3
🕑 Added 2023-11-17 12:30:01 +0000 UTCSusan stiffened, moving away from him. "I'm... not a whore. Or a slut. So stop talking like a sailor, if you please."
He stared at her. He could see that she was still burning with desire for him, but now there was conflict and tension in her body language. "Maybe you're not a whore, but I saw that tan line on your finger. If you prefer me to call you a cheating cunt, that works too." Her eyes flashed angrily at him, and he immediately regretted it. Why did he say that? He wasn't some misogynistic jerk, and just because he had a new body didn't mean he had to behave this way, right? "I'm sorry, that was a bit out of line. No, I'm glad you said that. It snapped me out of it. Try to find some other bimbo to fuck, you asshole!" Susan took a deep breath through her nose and then exhaled, bending down to grab her sarong and tie it around her waist.
Harry felt his cheeks burning as he watched her walk away, turning around as she opened the door. He had messed up. And more importantly, he had let his fantasies run away with him, forgetting that she was her own woman with feelings and a life beyond this encounter.
"Out of the way, slut, I'm leaving," Susan snapped, and Harry turned to see Gabrielle had returned, dressed in a black cocktail dress with a deep neckline, blocking the exit. "Not yet. Stay." Before Susan could respond, the succubus grabbed her face in both hands and gave her a steamy, lingering kiss that Susan began to reciprocate halfway through. When she pulled away, Gabrielle said, "Please. Sit down now, and I will talk to my man."
Susan swayed on her feet, and as she turned around, Harry saw that she was smiling now, her eyes glistening and wet.
As if sleepwalking, Susan stumbled, returned to the bed, and sat down before sighing and lying down. She spread her legs and began to touch herself, massaging her breasts through her vest, her mouth open as she made little moans.
"As for you," Gabrielle approached me and ran her finger along my shirt. "A married woman? You're natural. You look so clean and delicious."
I was hard. It wasn't just because Gab was so close to me and had the hottest body I had ever seen. It was what she had done. Dominating Susan like that. Breaking her will so effortlessly, putting her in her place, and ramping up the redhead's arousal while blocking her awareness. Even if I was trying to convince myself I was a good person, my body didn't care and reacted to the evil she had demonstrated.
It tempted me, but the last shreds of morality compelled me to ask, "What now? You're not going to kill her, are you?"
Gabrielle's laughter was melodic and captivating, "Kill her? Of course not! She's yours, master. All for you." He knew that by most standards, enslaving someone was just as bad as murder, and handing her over to a succubus was probably even worse, but it was a line in the sand that didn't bother him. He smiled back at Gabrielle, grabbed her black hair firmly, and then claimed her willing lips with a passionate kiss, savoring the feeling of her breasts against his chest, her hot breath, her hot lips.
"Fantastic. But even though she's cute, I think I'd like to have another round with you," he said.
"Whenever you want, Master," Gabrielle purred submissively, but her body turned into smoke and slipped away, positioning herself behind Susan with her hands on her shoulders as she materialized again. "But I won't be able to feed on her until you extract her sexual energy."
On a scale from one to ten, Susan was easily an eight, maybe even higher. However, Gabrielle was a twelve. Looking at them together, it was impossible not to make those comparisons.
As if reading my thoughts, Gab chuckled, "Oh, don't worry, Master. You need to generate as much sexual energy as possible, and only the hottest women will do for that."
"Mnnn..." Susan moaned as Gab cut the laces of her vest with sharp claws, revealing her C-cup breasts with dark brown nipples, hard as pencil erasers from arousal. "Just tell me when, Master," Gab said, starting to massage and squeeze Susan's breasts. Harry watched them grow. And they grew. And continued to grow, from the size of ripe oranges to grapefruits, spilling out of Gab's hands. And they kept growing, heavier and fuller, soft as foam yet seeming to defy gravity, hanging heavily on her chest.
He shook his head, breaking the mesmerizing effect. "Hold on. That's enough. A little more, and I think her spine might snap."
Even then, he was concerned. Her breasts were massive, each one so large that when she held her hands to her sides, her biceps were completely obscured. Each one was easily bigger than her head, but despite their enormous size, they remained round, perched high on her chest, each topped with a large red nipple surrounded by an areola as wide as her fist. "They always love to play with their first one. But we're just getting started, Master. What's next?" Gab asked, squeezing Susan's new, thick nipples, making her moan.
Over the next few minutes, Harry altered every part of Susan's body. Her cheekbones were higher. Her hair became silkier and intensely red. Her skin became flawless, and her legs long and slender, so she was only half a head shorter than him. Comparing his height to the door, Harry concluded that he had grown to just under 6'7", so her height would be about 5'11".
Her waist became tiny, so small that he could wrap both arms around her, making her breasts and hips appear even larger in comparison. Her buttocks also filled out, two bubble-like cheeks that bounced with every step.
"Just one more thing..." Gab said just before a French kiss with Susan, and when she pulled away, her thin lips were plump, cushiony, and blood-red even without makeup. Perfect lips for a seductress. "So, Master, what do you think?"
"It's a damn good start," he replied. Earlier, he would have described Susan as cute. Pretty. Now, the only words that came to mind were bimbo and sex doll.
A whore.
"But what about her mind?"
"At the moment, I have her under a slight charm, but if you want to make it permanent, well..." Gabrielle leaned Susan over the bed, her butt popped up toward him. "You'll have to claim her for yourself."
Harry stood behind Susan, rubbing the head of his erect cock against her wet pussy lips. Once he did this, there would be no turning back. No redemption. No second chances.
But when he thrust his hips forward, sliding into her waiting hole in one smooth motion, there was no ounce of hesitation. As big as his new cock was, it still slid in easily for the first nine inches. The last four took more effort, his cockhead pushing against her cervix, stretching her pussy with each thrust, her bubble butt bouncing off his pelvis.
"Oh God... what's happening... what's happening...?" The shock of penetration broke Gabrielle's spell, and Susan was coming to her senses. "Why do I feel... what, this isn't... my chest... what happened to my... oh fuck... take it out, get off me! Your cock is so deep!"
Harry laughed at the thick lisp he gave her when she tried to talk around her new lips, then gave her ass a slap, watching her jiggle like a bowl of jelly. "We both know you're too much of a slut for me to stop now."
"Oh fuck...!" Her pussy started spasming just as he gave her a slap, making her moan in heat, drops of her pussy juice squirting with every thrust as she recovered. "No... I shouldn't... this isn't... I have a husband...!"
"You had a husband," Harry corrected her, speeding up, approaching his own climax. "Now you have a Master!"
He pounded into her like a jackhammer, her new tits swinging wildly, smacking her in the face with each cycle, her thick ass flattening against his crotch with each thrust, her pussy still convulsing as he forced orgasm after orgasm from her, his pleasure building higher and higher until he felt the release of sheer power.
He never came this way, ejaculating his seed like a firehose, hot enough to scorch the skin, more than enough to fill her womb. More than enough. Susan screamed as ecstasy shattered her, a scream deep from the top of her lungs devoid of any pain or regret, just pure ecstasy, and then she fell onto the mattress, her body limp and struggling for breath. As he pulled out, thick white cum leaked from her once pristine pussy, and he still had a few ribbons left, painting her back like frosted cake.
As he looked down at the unconscious woman, he saw a small black tattoo slowly forming on her back, a sharp pattern with an exotic symbol he had never seen before. The tattoo glowed with a hot pink light, then turned black again.
It was enough to make him feel dazed, and he stumbled, sitting on the second bed in the hotel room, catching his breath.
Gabrielle didn't give him a moment's rest. She was already on her knees, cleaning his cock with her mouth, sucking him in and using her probably long tongue to lick every drop. Her eyes glowed with red, and he felt the radiating warmth from her. When she pulled her mouth away, she smiled at him with more excitement and dedication than he had ever seen in a succubus. "That was... that was amazing, Master! I've never seen such a stallion. Such a beast. Such a... such a god! Mmm..."
She began jerking him off with both hands, and even though he had just ejaculated more than usual for a whole month, he felt himself getting hard again. "I will build you a harem, Master. I'll fulfill all your dreams. I'll be the best slave you can imagine."
She was using him. He was smart enough to know that. That's what a succubus would do in his computer games. Something in him fed her, made her more powerful, and from what he knew, submission was just a cover to keep deceiving him.
But when he ran his fingers through her hair, grabbed her head, and then pushed his cock into her throat, he came to terms with it. Gabrielle awakened a monster in him.
And if she thought she could tame him, she was going to find out how wrong she was.
Now that she passed her little test, Gabrielle explained a few things to Harry. He knew she was a succubus, but the details were a bit more complicated than just sucking male souls and hiding in the world as a veela.
Firstly, she was Harry's soul. Souls were not just food for succubi; they were energy and power. A normal soul was like a full meal for demons, but Harry was different. His soul was like jet fuel. Or maybe a piece of uranium. When Gabrielle feasted on him, she not only satisfied her hunger but also became more powerful.
That first night she could have killed him, but that would have been the same as killing the goose that laid the golden egg. Instead, she wanted to feed him well and keep him healthy, to replenish his soul so she could feed on him again and again. To do this, she had to build Harry a harem. By completely dominating a woman, he could merge their two souls, drawing power from the women. Their energy mixed with his, taking on his "flavor," and that meant more power for Gabrielle.
"They are not worth the effort, however." - Gabrielle said mockingly as she wrapped her thighs around the head of one of Harry's freshmen, the attractive blonde eagerly devouring the succubus even as her face reddened from the pressure; Gabi may not have been able to feed off the women's energy, but she could still appreciate sex.
After satisfying Susan, Harry went hunting on the beach, bringing the young trio and indulging in his first orgy. The room was damp, smelled of sweat and sex, and the radio was playing thumping music with lots of bass.
