Spa Day: Part 3

A Short Story by Bo Blackstar

[f/succubus with a dick, legit seduction, multiple orgasms, mild demonic transformation]

[Epilogue contains: tentacle, non-con, oviposition, breeding]

“Attentive Staff”

Ora stayed in her room for a while. She didn’t want to unpack anything, in case they were suddenly attacked, but she didn’t really know what she was supposed to be doing in the meantime. “Keep your eyes open,” she whispered to herself. “For what? They’re monsters. Is that not all the clue we need?”

The young woman sat in one of the room’s plush chairs, far from comfortable despite her surroundings. She fidgeted, got up and paced, then sat back down again. Looking for anything to occupy her mind, Ora held her staff in one hand and concentrated on the other. A soft, golden glow surrounded her free hand, forming the shape of scaled claws over her fingers. She brought the claw up to the staff, and resumed carving the designs she had been working on as they traveled. The glow felt warm, which only added to the peculiarity of being able to feel where the glowing claw touched the wood as if it were Ora’s own flesh. In a way it was, she guessed. Truth be told, she understood very little about her own powers, and there had been no more dream visions to guide her since escaping and banishing the Twisted King.

After a few minutes of idle carving, Ora grew tired of her own thoughts and left the room in more of a hurry than she’d intended. She knocked on the doors of her party members, but there was no answer at any of them. Still not knowing what to do, Ora started wandering the hall. She went up some stairs and came across a small, outset patio that hung over the wide river beneath. The river created an open path through the trees, and the view out across the surrounding range made her stop.

Ora had grown up in a small town, unremarkable in every regard. She had seen a great deal in the months traveling with the Hydra of Humbleton, but she hadn’t lost her sense of wonder just yet.

“Keep my eyes open, huh?” Ora said under her breath. “Okay, I’ll keep them open right here.”

The patio was set with a handful of chairs that had small pillows hung to support the neck and head, and a small, low table between each. Ora settled into the chair on the far right and took a few deep breaths. The cool mountain air and view helped ease her mind, and she found herself gazing out across the landscape without much sense of time.

“I hope I don’t startle you,” a soft voice spoke.

Ora jumped a bit in the chair, turning her head sharply to see the shapely succubus reclining in the seat beside hers.

“My apologies,” Calyx offered with a grin she barely made an effort to suppress. “I sat here a few minutes ago, and it just occurred to me that you hadn’t noticed. I had hoped to avoid giving you a fright, but… Well, my apologies. Your name is Ora, right?”

Ora narrowed her eyes at the demon, half-turning back to the scenic view and remaining silent. She struggled to keep her eyes from scrutinizing the curves and contours on display.

Calyx bit back a giggle. “It’s okay if a demon knows your name. The name thing goes the other way. Calyx isn’t my true name, obviously.”

Ora shot her another look, and Calyx sighed.

“Ah yes, but I am a demon. Of course I would say that. All my words are lies and my promises empty, isn’t that right?”

“You are making me uncomfortable,” Ora grumbled. In more ways that one, it was true. There was the uneasy threat posed by a demon being so close, but there was another threat Ora was less willing to acknowledge. The threat of curiosity she held for the charming hostess.

Calyx smiled. “How fortunate for me that this is my place, and you are my guest.” The succubus shifted in her chair, stretching out her strong legs beneath her flowing purple dress. “Very fortunate, on the latter point.”

“What do you want?” Ora asked. She had started scratching her fingers into her palms, wondering how quickly she could manifest her claws. Wondering how dangerous it might be to jump the railing and escape into the river below. Wondering what kind of fascinating stories a demon might have to tell, and what it might be like if only the succubus was being genuine.

“Oh, I want many things,” Calyx replied. “As do we all. At the moment… Mm, how to put this? Simply to say it, I suppose. There is something in you, an energy of the divine, that I find particularly alluring. But that’s not all, no. I would know how to deal with

that. Add to this the fact that I am intrigued by a woman so filled with resolve, yet so lacking in certainty. It is my purpose, my very nature, to read people and instantly know what they desire. I know you and your friends came here looking for an excuse to burn my home to the ground. I know your leader is haunted by both an uncomfortable past and a hollow future. I know the tiefling hides parts of herself she doesn’t know how to deal with behind a mask of humor. And I know that the warlock will do anything to feel like a part of something greater.”

Ora flexed her fingers and toes, every inch of the young woman tense and alert.

Calyx lowered her voice to a gentle whisper. “Ora, please… No one is in any danger. The adventurers who come here only find the trouble they cause, and we are capable of defending ourselves if it comes to that. I really do just want you all to relax and enjoy yourselves. What can I do to ease your apprehension?”

Ora took a breath that was supposed to have been deep and calming. “You can leave me alone.”

The succubus rapped her fingers on the table between them for a few seconds, then rose from the chair. “Very well. I will try again later, and hope that you find some peace in the meantime.” Calyx tilted her head, looking down at Ora from a new angle. Her brow pinched with recognition. “That mark, on your neck… D’hargora?”

Ora glared up at the demon. “Only one person… thing has ever said that name, and it wasn’t a great experience. Go away.”

“Of course, my apologies,” Calyx said, though her apology was undercut by the bright grin on her face, which she tried to hide behind her hands. “Forgive my giddiness, but… I know exactly how I’m going to tempt you.”

“Yay?”

Calyx lowered her hands and smiled more gently. “I was alive when the Divine Dragon’s empire still ruled.”

Ora closed her eyes and cursed under her breath. “And you’ll answer any questions I have for a price, right?”

“No,” Calyx shook her head. “I don’t want to make a deal, Ora. I just want your company. Well, and to ravish you in ways you’ve never imagined, obviously, but mostly just pleasant conversation. Perhaps some cuddling. Sharing drinks and little treats, maybe…” She trailed off and bit her lip. “Ah, never mind. I will leave you, as you requested. My room is at the end of the hall, that way. The one with the big, purple door. I’m going to make sure your leader isn’t already trying to murder my staff or guests, and then I’ll hope to… see you, at some time… later. Soon, maybe.”

The succubus tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, then turned and left before she ran out of words entirely, her tail wrapping around her waist. Ora waited until Calyx was out of sight, then slumped into the chair with a groan.

“I should have just kept making pots,” Ora hissed to herself. “Stupid dragon mark. Stupid dreams. Your visions were bullshit!” she shouted, and jumped to her feet to scream over the railing. “Where are your bullshit dreams now!?” With a soft glow showing beneath her umber skin, Ora grabbed the comfortable chair and hurled it off the patio. It splashed into the river a couple dozen feet below, and drifted for a minute before being carried over the fall.

Ora turned to see a young man staring at her with an amused smirk. He looked fancy, dressed in silks and cleanly groomed, with a styled crown of blond hair and an older man standing behind him who looked like more of an accessory than a companion.

“Shut it,” Ora snapped the moment he opened his mouth. She stormed off, heading back to her room, and slammed the door behind her.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

An hour later, Ora was finishing up a bath. She dropped the washcloth back into the basin and let out yet another long, mournful sigh. Small rivulets of water still ran down her naked body as she slowly traced her fingers along the image of the dragon running down the right side of her body. The “tattoo” that marked her as… something. What, exactly? She had no idea. The only guidance she had ever received had led her into a horrible trap at the hands of a monstrous minotaur deity. Since that awful experience she had manifested these powers, but now had no idea what to do with them. She didn’t even know if this ancient dragon was good or evil or… what.

A little tremble ran through her at her own light touch, and the sensation immediately brought up thoughts of the succubus. Ora found herself fixating on memories of Calyx’s face and the way the demon looked at her. The hunger in those eyes, totally at odds with the shy smile on her sultry lips.

“Dammit,” Ora cursed. She dried off and grabbed some clothes out of her pack, just a simple earth-tone skirt and green blouse. She took her walking stick with her, just for something to hold and make her feel better, and left. The heir of the Divine Dragon soon found herself in front of a wide, rich purple door. She knocked, and after a few seconds the door opened.

Calyx stood there, tall and statuesque. Her eyes and mouth opened wide in a moment of surprise, then her face lit up. “Oh, Ora! I was, ah…” The demon straightened her posture, doing her best to compose herself and not seem caught off guard or overly excited. The attempt failed miserably. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and straightened her perfect dress as she continued. “I wasn’t sure if I would see you again tonight. Today, still, I guess. The sun hasn’t… Never mind. Please, come in!”

“We are not going to have sex,” Ora announced. “I’m here because you know things. You said you wanted my company, so… sure. I’ll hang out, and we’ll talk, and that’s all. Understand?”

Calyx clasped her hands together and gave a quick shake of her head. “Of course, whatever you want. Please… I’ll get refreshments!”

Ora entered the room after another moment’s hesitation. It was large, but remarkably understated compared to what she’d been expecting. There were some plush rugs laid over the smooth wood floor. A large, sturdy bed was against one wall, draped in black silks. The four thick posts at its corners included some emplaced rings, presumably to hook things to. A couple chairs and a small love seat furnished one corner. There was an attached, covered patio with more chairs and a table, and Ora could see a dedicated wash room through another door. A standing divider closed off another corner, behind which could be seen a massive wardrobe.

Calyx encouraged Ora to sit on the love seat while she placed a couple glasses of white wine and some fresh vegetables on a small platter. Ora sat down, and Calyx placed the tray on the little table in front of them before taking her seat as well, very close to the young woman.

“I’m not having any of that,” Ora told her while scooting as far away as possible.

Calyx rolled her eyes, then took a radish from the tray and popped it into her mouth. “What can I do for you?” she asked after swallowing, her black lips in an irrepressible grin.

Ora blinked, silent. Her shoulders slumped. “I… I don’t even know. I don’t even know what I want to know, because I don’t know anything!”

“Okay, okay…” Calyx soothed. “You have a mark of D’hargora. Let’s start there. It’s not a dirty word. Far from it, in fact…”

While Ora listened, interjecting with a question here and there, Calyx told her all about the ancient draconic empire and the Divine Dragon that ruled over it. The demon spoke of the wars, and the betrayals that had led to the downfall of D’hargora and his blessed lands. Mostly however, she spoke of their reputation, of the arts and culture, and the legends surrounding the Divine Dragon himself. Ora took it all in, and as she did so found herself relaxing. She stopped leaning away from the succubus, and snacked from the tray now and again, even sipping at the wine and learning for the first time that she preferred whites to reds. Then the conversation came to the myths about D’hargora’s supposed offspring, and Ora began to talk about how the mark had simply appeared one day, and of the visions that had guided her to the minotaurs’ maze.

“And now… nothing,” Ora sighed. “No more visions. Not more sense of any grand destiny. Just… powers. Weird, magical powers that I don’t understand or know what to do with. I feel it’s all just… a mistake.”

Calyx squeezed Ora’s hand, which she’d been holding for some time now and gently caressing the back of. “Ora… You are not a mistake,” she insisted, leaning in a looking at the young woman earnestly. “Very few know their own purpose. Your ancestor was a great dragon from the heavens, and there are plenty of instances where he dealt with uncertainty or made mistakes. Not a lot that got turned into legends, of course, but I remember them well enough. When a deific dragon makes mistakes, everyone feels it. But you?” The succubus smiled, her black eyes glistening. “You can stick to making small mistakes for now, and that’s perfectly fine.”

Ora was quiet. She was staring at their joined hands. “Mistakes… Mistakes like not realizing when I apparently allowed you to touch me?”

“Ah… Well, that is because I am very sneaky,” Calyx admitted, lowering her face and looking sheepish. “You can hardly be blamed for that. I, um… I can let go. If you wanted…” She lifted her gaze again, the doe-eyed demon looking as hopeful as it was possible to look.

Ora shook her head. “I… Thank you, for the stories. It…” She paused to chuckled. “It really does make me feel better, to just know anything. I’m still absorbing it, I think but… Look, I’m not that into girls anyway, really, so…”

“Girls?” Calyx asked. “Um, I’m a succubus. We can be… anything. I think you’ll find I have everything you could want.” A moment of silence passed, and she added. “A penis. I mean I can have a penis.”

Ora tensed, and Calyx half-stood.

“Uh, no no!” the demon urged. “Don’t think about that, that’s not important. Not important. Too much. Um… Hey, don’t worry about it, right?” She scooted a little closer to Ora, now grasping the draconic heir’s hand with both of hers, the demon’s being larger and softer. “We don’t have to talk about that, or think about that, or do… anything. It’s fine. Just… don’t leave? For just a while longer, stay. Please?”

Ora swallowed, her cheeks feeling warm and her belly fluttering. She pulled her hand away and stood up, pacing the same couple feet of floor several times in quick succession. “Okay, stop! Why? Why are you acting like that? That is not how a demon is

supposed to act! You are being so weird and fumbly and… cute! There’s no way this is what you’re really like.”

“Really?” Calyx asked, looking up at her from the love seat. The demon shifted her legs. “Ora… I’m a succubus. I am however I need to be to get my target.”

“So, you’re…”

“I’m manipulating you,” Calyx confirmed. “It’s… like breathing for me, I don’t even think about it. So…” She looked down, fidgeting with her hands and twisting her toe into the rug for a couple seconds before she looked back up at Ora, demure and uncertain, but hopeful. She tucked another lock of hair behind her ear and bit her lip. “Is it working?”

Ora took a deep breath, then another, shaking her head over and over again. Yes, it was. “Why would you admit that? Why… What do you really want?”

Calyx traced a single long, black fingernail across the love seat where Ora had been sitting, a bright grin on her lips. “This… was wonderful. Just being near you, seeing you listen so attentively, hearing you talk about yourself… But, I am a succubus.” The demon stood and stepped up in front of Ora, still presenting as demure despite her notably larger frame.

“I want you. To touch you and tease you and show you pleasures you’ve never imagined. To taste the essence of a living dragon god, pushing the very limits of your sanity. Then, I would like very much to lay beside you in a refreshing bath, feeding one another fresh fruits and speaking at length. To share stories of our lives, before your voice is ruined by the screams of ecstasy that come afterward.”

Calyx placed one hand on Ora’s waist and brought the other up to gently hold the back of her neck, eliciting a gasp and a shudder from the young woman. “I don’t want to hurt you or trick you, Ora,” the demon whispered, leaning in close. “It’s not what I am to just take things by force. I… want you to share yourself with me. I want it to be something you want. That’s what I crave, from you more than most. The very scent of you is intoxicating…”

Their lips were less than an inch apart, each of them breathing shallower as the moment neared. Every soft caress of the demon’s nails was like electricity against Ora’s skin, the heat and vaguely spicy scent of the succubus inviting without being overwhelming.

“Just say the word,” Calyx breathed. “We won’t do anything you don’t want. We can stop whenever you like. Just please…” Their lips grazed one another for just one fleeting instant. “Give me a chance to prove that I’m worth giving in to.”

Ora was frozen. “You’re… using some kind of magic on me.”

“I’m not,” Calyx assured her with a whisper.

“Some kind of… natural demon power,” Ora insisted.

“Not yet,” Calyx said with a soft smile.

“You… you drugged the food and wine.”

“I didn’t.”

“Dammit,” Ora cursed, closing her eyes. “Just… let me have an excuse.”

Calyx smirked, her tail swishing happily. She traced a nail along the rim of Ora’s ear. “Hm… You aren’t used to drinking much, are you?”

Ora opened her eyes, looking into the dark gaze of the succubus. “No, I’m not…”

“That wine was probably stronger than you expected,” Calyx continued. “Wine can sneak up on you like that.”

“Yes,” Ora confirmed. “My judgment is obviously clouded.”

“No one could blame you for…”

Calyx brushed their lips together again, more an invitation than anything else. Ora hesitated one moment longer, and then pressed herself into a kiss with the demon. Their lips parted as the kiss immediately deepened, their arms wrapped around one another in fevered desperation. Ora felt an electric urgency tingling across her skin as she tasted the succubus, the heat of the demon’s touch like a balm for this nameless ache. They embraced, tongues intertwining in a clumsy, hungry dance, until Ora’s lungs burned for a deep breath.

“Holy shit,” the dragon’s heir gasped. “Oh wow…”

Calyx’s eyes fluttered open, the demon seeming somewhat adrift with an easy smile on her lips. “Hmm?”

Ora took a few deep breaths, her arms still around Calyx’s waist. “Okay… Alright, I think I’m over needing an excuse. Let’s do this.”

The succubus’s tail flicked back and forth eagerly. “Mm… Are you sure you’re ready?”

“No,” Ora answered. “But that hasn’t stopped me yet, and I only regret it most of the time.”

The giddy demon hefted Ora into her arms effortlessly, twirling a full circle before placing her at the edge of the bed and then easing her back onto the black silk sheets.

Ora had second thoughts when Calyx started to slowly pull away the young woman’s skirt, but those evaporated quickly. Every inch that was exposed, starting at Ora’s hips and then cascading down her thighs, was welcomed into view by a worshipful kiss from the demon’s black lips. Once the garment was discarded, Calyx worked her way back up Ora’s legs, taking more time on the return trip and pressing more firmly. She included gentle drags of her tongue and scrapes of her teeth along the way. By the time she reached Ora’s mid-thigh, the dragon’s heir was trembling and panting. Ora pulled at her blouse and grabbed at herself through it, squirming as she looked down her own body to watch the demon’s tantalizing ascent.

A loud, vibrato moan filled the room when Calyx finally settled her mouth over Ora’s aching sex, an expression of grateful relief and inflamed desire. Ora grabbed at the demon’s head with one hand, securing a fistful of her lustrous hair and straining not to pull it while her other hand went wild pawing at herself from her neck to her belly. Now that things were under way, the mastery of the succubus over carnal pursuits displayed itself in full. Her tongue explored Ora’s depths with a reach and dexterity that no human could match, but even that was secondary to the demon’s expert actions over and around the young woman’s clit. Every sensitive point and every appreciated action was discovered an exploited by instinct, and to Ora it seemed like the demon had a thousand tongues for all the pleasure centers that seemed to be hit at once. All of this is to say nothing of how Calyx employed her hands, groping and stroking and gliding across Ora’s supple ass and trembling legs.

Ora was eased into her first climax, hardly noticing until she was in the full throes of it. Another followed soon after, leaving her arching and gasping as Calyx pulled her through it, dragged it out, then eased her back down. It wasn’t clear at what point the succubus had discarded her dress, or when exactly she’d moved, but the next thing Ora knew they were in each other’s arms and kissing once more. Still mildly delirious, the dragon’s heir didn’t question Calyx’s next reposition until she felt the firm heat of the demon’s rod sliding across her wet folds.

“Uh, is this… dangerous?” Ora asked, looking up at the gorgeous succubus currently positioned between her legs.

“Mm, it can be,” Calyx admitted, sliding the head of her cock right to Ora’s opening. “Depends on what kind of dangerous you mean.”

Ora hissed and let out a shaky breath at the feel of that dick so close to where she wanted it, where she needed it. “I mean can you knock me up? I’m not… not okay with that.”

“Are you suuure?” Calyx asked, and at the same time pressed herself into Ora in one long, steady stroke.

Ora moaned and dropped her head back, arching her hips into the blissful insertion. She was filled out perfectly, Calyx’s cock thick enough to give her just the slightest bit of a stretch and long enough to graze her deepest barrier without battering at it. It was made all the sweeter by the demon’s thumb stroking gentle circles around her throbbing button.

“N-no, really…” Ora panted.

“I’m just kidding,” Calyx told her with a sheepish giggle. “No danger. There’s a bit more involved in getting a demon’s seed to take root.”

“Oh good,” Ora sighed, twisting her hips and grinding against Calyx. “Then you should fuck me.”

The succubus was more than happy to. She started off slow, sliding her perfectly sculpted dick in and out of Ora until she could adjust, and then picking up the pace from there. By degrees she worked up the intensity, until the slap of flesh against flesh filled the room and the bed rocked with their movements. Calyx brought her tail around to work over Ora’s clit, the dexterous appendage shockingly capable. This freed her hands to explore the supple curves of the dragon’s heir, gripping and pulling at her in just the right ways or holding her firmly to enhance a new battery of vigorous thrusts.

Ora was utterly at the demon’s mercy, and couldn’t have been more pleased. She moaned and gasped openly, her hips and legs squirming to accentuate and encourage Calyx’s every motion. Each thrust and every caress of the demon’s expert hands was like a tingling flame that seemed into Ora’s core and sang to something buried deep there. The heir could not help but sing back. She was lifted to another quaking climax and held there an almost unbearably long time before being allowed to come down. She trembled and whimpered appreciatively while Calyx slowed and waited for her to recover.

The succubus lowered herself over Ora, bringing their lips together, wet and heavy. “I’d like to try feeding now,” Calyx panted. “Just a taste, I promise.”

Ora no longer cared. She nodded and kissed the demon again. They embraced, still joined together, scarlet and umber rolling around on the black silk sheets. Ora felt dizzy as a wave of exhaustion and blissful serenity washed over her. The bed disappeared, as did her aches and physical weariness. All that remained was the demon’s fiery touch and the pleasure it brought, and that deepening kiss that seemed to draw her in, pulling and pulling as Ora surrendered to ecstasy and lost track of time or place.

The subtle, fleeting scent of brimstone was the first thing Ora noticed as Calyx pulled away from the kiss with a gasp. The succubus was panting. Little trails of smoke rose from her, sparked by sporadic twinkles of golden light against her scarlet skin. “Oh… Oh yesss… Oh, Ora, I can’t… Mmmn… I’m sorry.”

Ora was about to question what she was talking about, but Calyx had already started to change. It was a subtle thing, at first. She seemed to grow, just a bit, but all of her features became more pronounced. Her horns and nails grew longer, her lips fuller, her breasts larger. Her shoulder grew broader as powerful wings sprouted from them and spread out above the pair. Ora gasped as she felt a change inside her, the demon’s dick expanding to strain her limits and developing what felt like a hundred little bumps and ridges. Calyx moaned and quivered through the transformation, and when it was complete she looked down at Ora with eyes that burned like lit coals, smiling with sharp teeth. Her head lolled around in a drunken haze.

“Sorry,” Calyx apologized, her voice now tinged with an otherworldly layering. “Lost control of my shape. You are… Oh, oh Ora you are truly divine. Mm, you might even be dangerous to take any more from,” she added with a giggle.

“Uh… Okay,” Ora panted. “Are you okay? Is this still okay? You got… scarier.”

Calyx nodded, then shrugged. She bit her lower lip and dragged her claws possessively down Ora’s body, the graze leaving a tingling trail of pure pleasure that went straight to the head of the dragon’s heir. “Mm, I… I don’t think I can hold back anymore,” the demon admitted. She rocked her hips into Ora, causing the woman to cry out as she was sent off into another orgasm by the pulsing, pervasive power of the fully exposed demon.

“Holy shit…” Ora wheezed. “S-so good…”

“Ora…” Calyx whined, writhing with drunken desire. “You really need to tell me if you want me to stop. If you don’t leave now, I… I don’t know if I’ll let you go.”

Furrowing her brow, Ora forced herself to take a deep breath. She reached up and gripped at Calyx’s arm. Then, with a flash of gold across her eyes, she manifested those mystic claws and gripped harder. Calyx’s cried out and tried to pull away as the divine talons sizzled her demonic flesh, but Ora held her there. The golden claws vanished, and Ora looked up at the sobered succubus sternly.

“I can leave whenever I want,” Ora reminded her. “But right now… don’t you dare stop.”

Calyx grinned, her smile wide and sharp. Eyes burning with hunger, she let go of her restraint and set off at a frantic pace hammering at the dragon’s heir. She rose up and bent Ora nearly in half as she fucked her with abandon, that textured cock stimulating every point in every way with every thrust. Ora screamed and threw herself into the fucking however she could, soon becoming lost beneath a mountain of sequential climaxes. Time and again she was driven over the edge, until the peaks and valleys lost meaning. Calyx pulled them close together and fucked her in her lap for a while, her overly long tongue dominating Ora’s and questing down the young woman’s throat. She fucked the delirious woman from behind, from below, at every conceivable angle as if terrified there might not be another chance.

At last, with Ora’s eyes unfocused and her voice raw from cries of passion, Calyx grasped the woman in the full embrace of her arms and wings. Her hips bucked urgently until with a final shudder and cry the demon came. Her studded cock swelled and throbbed with each strong spurt of hot, thick cum deep into the heir of the Divine Dragon.

When she had calmed enough to retake her less intimidating shape, Calyx withdrew from her utterly spent lover and went to draw them a bath. She was surprised to see Ora propped up on one elbow and looking at her when she returned.

“You’re… awake,” Calyx said, blinking in disbelief.

“Yeah,” Ora nodded, her voice raspy.

“And… coherent. Wow.”

“I’ve been through some shit before,” Ora replied, ending with a cough. “Bath? Also… water. So much water.”

“Yes, of course!” Calyx jumped, her face beaming as she retrieved a pitcher and brought it over. She watched as Ora drank deeply, runnels of water streaming down the young woman’s chin and neck. “I can’t believe you’re alright.” The succubus leaned in, black eyes twinkling. “Can… can you go again?”

Ora held up a finger, then pointed to the pitcher. When she was done draining it, she took a slow, steady breath. “Water. Bath. Probably a nap. Then… we’ll see.” A shiver ran through her at the thought of further activities with the succubus. “Mm. Maybe sooner.” She reached out and grabbed the demon behind the neck, pulling her into a kiss.

Their lips didn’t part as Calyx lifted Ora and carried her to the bath.

* * *

EPILOGUE

“Ceri, are you still--aah!” Dior screamed

A tentacle lashed around the newest attendant’s mouth, silencing the blonde woman as others quickly secured her limbs and lifted her from the floor. The door to the room was slammed shut, and the attendant was quickly stripped of her minimal clothing, slick tendrils pushing themselves into every available hole and pumping deeply. She was drawn toward the center of the room, then pulled down through the dissolved safety grate and into the darkness below. After a few minutes of panicked struggle, the woman screamed out over the tentacle in her throat, feeling a bulge at the spread entrance of her pussy. The continued thrusting and undulations of the tentacle carried the egg deeper, until it was deposited safely in her womb. Another bulge pushed into Dior’s ass shortly after. Then more. And more.

Around her, three other figures were in the same position. Frisk, Shori, and the original attendant, Ceri. All were in the writhing grasp of the tentacle monster. The first two were at this point stuffed to capacity, their bellies heavy with their burden and the ongoing attention of the tentacles merely a means of keeping them docile through the incubation. Auburn-eyed Ceri had a few more to go, the tendrils working diligently to ensure that the last of its eggs were nestled securely inside her.

Dior glanced up at the circle of light overhead, still straining at the secure hold of the monster, but that was soon blotted out as more tendrils covered her completely to better proceed with the breeding.

The beast had never felt such primal joy, the bliss of so many ready vessels for its brood, and it tended to them with extra care out of a base sort of gratitude. Particularly Frisk, the pink-skinned tiefling entirely incoherent from the hours of endless orgasms. Somehow the beast was able to tell that she was special, that it was within her that its offspring could be properly brought to term, and that the next generation of writhing horrors would know Frisk as their mother.

It just needed to keep them all until that happened.