As Jennifer continued to walk along the cool night air, she sniffes out the air for her new master. Succubi were for several reasons, submissive creatures, who were sexually dependent on one sole individual. It differed from what most people believed them to be (demons who killed and tortured through sex), but it was the truth. Instead, she would find a mate destined for her whose sexual prowess would satisfy her need for sex and servitude.
When she came across a small apartment complex, the smell of cinnamon startled her. It was her master!
Quickly, her hooves took her to a small apartment window situated on the fourth floor. Through its slightly cracked opening, she could smell the scent beckoning her. A few feet away, the sound of a soft heartbeat lulled her into bliss.
Soon after, Jennifer pulled the window open by force and let herself in. Once finding herself in an empty bedroom belonging to someone, presumably a boy, she snatched a blue t-shirt from the bed and pressed it against her nose. Once inhaling its scent, she shuddered with delight, feeling her core moisten.
She made her way to the kitchen where she finally found her master. He was a thin man with wispy brown hair, smooth alabaster skin and a pair of hazel eyes framed by a kind, masculine face. He wasn't classically handsome, but his gentle countenance made him appear beautiful to Jennifer.
Slowly, while still in the shadows, Jennifer felt her body change to accomodate her masters needs. Her scales were absorbed into smooth, human like skin tinted in a deep tan. Her horns, fangs, and tail disappeared and so did a few inches of height. Her waist tapered while her breasts ballooned further, making her appear human (with the exception of her red eyes).
Now naked, Jennifer decided to make her presence known and approach the man.