All of those emotions the succubus had for her sister lingered on your tongue. You licked your lips, that meal had been delicious. But that gnawing guilt reminded you that they were meant for her lost sister. Despite not knowing the demon’s name or anything about her, you decided to trust the succubus with the truth.
“Altraxia is dead.” The succubus tried to shake her head, but all that came were jerky movements going from side-to-side. If you knew what she felt, then so must she know you’re confused and uncertain rather than ecstatic at the reunion. Lying to herself and holding out hope wouldn’t change that. Tenderly you reached to cup her cheek. She accepted your offer of comfort and sympathy and when her expression melted into tears she finally nodded. She mumbled something, asking you what happened. “A fetish store sold me her hollowed-out skin, but I don’t know what happened before that. After wearing and experimenting with her powers, you found and summoned me. I am an eighteen year-old human boy. Adrian.”
The succubus folded her legs underneath her as she sat up. Something of her seductive self returned as her back straightened and she took you in with new eyes. “Thank you, Adrian. I forgive you for not telling me sooner. And you made a great Altraxia impression, so you’re welcome back into my bed whenever you want.” Leaning forward, she placed a kiss on your defenseless lips and, before you could react, she also held your hand. Tugging at the captured limb, she rose and brought you with her. “Don’t worry, Adrian, you’re not in any trouble.”
The cave-like structure of the hallways and rooms wasn’t an accident as the lower levels of this castle seemed to have been hewn out of the rock. And when you emerged into a garden you could see how high up you were. The landscape didn’t look like anything you’d find on Earth, but you were torn from the view and entered into a far more palatial portion of the castle. Almost gaudy in its sensual opulence and tantalizing lasciviousness, with perfume and sex hanging in the air like an intoxicating mist that played with your senses as a succubus. The scent became stronger until you could physically feel the source behind a pair of great doors.
Inside lay the throne room. You couldn’t describe anything inside when Altraxia’s sister opened them, not even the female figure on the dais who occupied your entire attention.
She was formless, ever-shifting with each visage she took discarded the moment after. Flowing like liquid mercury, she rose from languid pose and began to approach the pair of you with an earthly grace. “Adrian.” The shapeshifter’s mouth was still. “Nyxia told me you brought our departed sister home. A gift beyond compare.” Her finger reached out to tap your forehead. Altraxia’s skin loosened and fell away, revealing the young man hidden underneath.
Human again, you felt like you needed to breathe, chest heaving with each inhalation, and you almost collapsed from the sudden weakness in your limbs. Knowledge of all what you lost hit you soon after with your regained humanity, including the sensations and urges that had helped you adjust to your current situation. You were in a demonic realm. Surrounded by predators that fed on your sexual essence. Once of which you had sex with. You wanted to scream. So you did. Until your voice broke and darkness took you.
“Look at me.” A voice you recognized called out to you, so you opened your pinched eyes. No where in your mind did question the sight of your latest crush or why she was there. All there in her un-demonic and un-terrifying glory. Relief eased the knots in your stomach. “So this who you see.” Pulling at her shirt she thumbed and looked at the print of a music band she listened too like it was her first time seeing herself. “Are they any good?” You couldn’t honestly tell, but knew that this was wrong now. At the edges of your perception, she seemed to ripple and loose focus. Reflexively you pulled back to escape whatever was happening to her. Straight into something soft and warm.
Nyxia looked a little peeved before a surge of sympathy filled the succubus. You understood why.
“Adrian.” The eldritch demon called your attention to her again. It was easier to remind yourself of what she was now, but despite that you kept slipping as she grew increasingly comfortable in the role and took on your crush’s mannerism. “A gift calls for a gift in turn. All you need to do is ask and your hearts desire will be yours. Otherwise, there so much else I could offer before allowing you to return to your old life. And perhaps you will find your way here again.”