You tense, seeing your prey escape. No... That's wrong, they're people, not prey. That man... Darin... with the tattoos outlining his corded muscles... he was... he was... really well-hung.
No!
You growl. Lifting your hands, balls of hellfire appear above them. "So -- ugh." You cough slightly, surprised at your husky, feminine voice. "So, 'wizard'... what if I just melt through these stupid bars? What if I just leave myself, without playing your sick little game?"
You're honestly not sure if you mean to escape, or just begin the hunt before the humans have gotten out. But your hope that you'd found a loophole in the wizard's plans is dashed with another nasty laugh.
"Because you're a sex-hungry bitch, that's why! You're not a person. You're just a beast. And beasts follow the orders of their masters!"
The dungeon around you shimmers, lines becoming wavy. You feel disoriented, then nauseous. Closing your eyes, you sink to your feet. The smells around you change. Instead of stone, metal and rank sweat, you smell... cloth. The smoke of wax candles. Scented oil and pomade. A single, greasy human. You open your eyes.
You are standing in the middle of an opulent room, hung with tapestries and curtains, rich carpets covering the floor. Dark wood furniture stands around, a wardrobe and canopied bed prominent. In the light of a number of brass candelabra you see a tall, corpulent man in a black robe, edged with silver sigils; his skin is pale, his hair and beard are black and neatly arranged. He might look affable, if it were not for his leer and his brown-red irises burning in solid black eyes.
And as your mind clears, you feel the magic radiating from him. Power so overwhelming you cringe back, your ears tilting down in a mixture of rage and fear. You thought you were strong, but you're nothing compared to him, and you know it.
And judging by how his smirk grows, he knows you know it.
"That's right, bitch. Know your place." He holds out his hand, palm up, and a short, unbuckled length of leather, bearing a golden lozenge engraved with an eye surrounded by flames.
"A collar?" you snarl. "You wouldn't d-"
"Silence!" He flicks his hand, and the collar shoots toward you. Fast as it is, you snap to the side, easily dodging it.
Now, you think, he's dropped his guard! I --
You feel the leather band encircle your neck, the gold chill against your heated flesh as the clasp closes. Your eyes widen in panic. How!? You cannot think further before pain splits through your head, blurring your thoughts as a feverish chill shakes you down to your knees. You catch yourself with one hand, pressing the other to your sweaty brow.
Unseen by you, the collar had circled around and wrapped itself around your neck. Now you hear the wizard's laugh vaguely, a meaningless background noise to your pounding blood and the waves of heat and cold flashing through you. The carpet swims in your vision and you close your eyes.
You groan brokenly. What's going on...? What's happening to you? What's wrong with you? Where are you? "Uh..." You open your eyes, seeing a fancy foreign carpet. "Uh?" Unsteadily you get back to your feet, feeling weak. Your eyes focus on a tall, well-fed man before you, black hair and beard stylishly combed and oiled, his scent at once calming and arousing. Your... master? Was that right?
You look down at yourself, seeing your gorgeous big breasts, and move your hands to cradle them. "What... who am I?" You half-murmur the question, but the man answers you cordially.
"You are Scarlet Night, the first succubus vixen, or 'succuvix.' I created you to pleasure me and hunt my enemies."
You nod slowly. You don't remember that being your name, but you do remember being a succuvix. You remember your creation -- exploding with lust and power, making all those weak humans cower around you. You lick your lips as the memory of their strong bodies and swinging dicks reawakens your hunger. Your lower lips begin to engorge and get wet as well.
"And you are... my master?"
"That is correct. You are my demon bitch, a mindless beast of lust with no purpose other than to serve my will."
You smile. Yes, that sounds right. You are a beast of lust. You touch your collar, the proof that you belong to this mighty wizard, your Master. You shiver lightly, and the heat floods back into you. The heat of a werevixen corrupted by a succubus' endless desire. The power of the Abyss and the primal fury of the Moon. So intoxicating, so alluring.
"Ahhh... yes, I am a beast..."
And with your Master to think for you, you can concentrate on the pleasure of fucking him, and hunting his enemies, and fucking them. For him. All for him. Your smile becomes seductive as you lower your lashes.
"And how might I... serve you right now, Master?" You tease at your nipples, enjoying the hard stiffness, seeing something else stiffen within the folds of your master's robe. He laughs heartily, and pulls open the sash around his waist, shrugging off the black garment.
"Come here." You sway over to him, still playing with your tits, smelling his arousal grow. "Sit." You sink down onto your haunches like a dog, and press your face to his loincloth. The musk is strong. "Sit!"
You pull back obediently, letting him undo the cloth. It falls away, revealing a hairy sack surmounted by a dribbling, uncircumcised spire that pushes against his sagging belly. It's average in length, but thick; and what's important is that it belongs to your Master.
"Give it a lick."
You lean forward again, flopping out your partially canid tongue and lovingly caressing the shaft from the balls to the tip.
"Oh, Master, you taste good!" You kiss the tip, then pull the foreskin back, taking the entire head inside your mouth so you can properly suck out the building pre.
The wizard groans. "Enough! You've had a taste. Remember it, bitch. Now, do you remember the game?"
"Game? Hm..." You do remember something about a game... "You had... humans in a labyrinth..."
"Yes. You are to catch them and turn them into more succuvixens for me. Then I will fuck you."
"Ohhh, thank you Master." You can hardly wait for that, for your Master to use you. But this game does sound like fun too, allowing you to stretch your wings and dominate some worthless humans. Give your Master even more pets to play with and worship him like he deserves. You work your claws in anticipation. Yes, you think you remember. "They have ten minutes, right?"
"Had.." He points to a clock on the mantle of a large fireplace. "Only a minute remains. Just enough time for me to send you back."
Back... Something stirs in the back of your mind, a question as to why he brought you here in the first place. But it's quickly buried by anticipation as the wizard's chamber blurs, and you find yourself back in the dungeon.
You run a claw down your cleavage to your swollen pussy, savouring your body while reviewing your abilities. Any of your fluids can corrupt a human. Making them cum will seal the deal. And in your tail is lust venom that will make them horny and malleable. Plus you have magic, though apart from instinctively conjuring fire you're not sure how to use it yet. More than enough to take on some unarmed human louts, though.
You tweak your clit, shivering and moaning. You can't wait to reduce all those arrogant men to more slutty pets for Master!
The iron-barred door creaks open. You levitate off the floor, gliding out of the cell, out of the dungeon, into the labyrinth.