“I-- I’m sick of this shit…”  She muttered in defeat as a tail sprouted from her backside, followed by horns growing atop her head.  Her hair grew long and fluffy, retaining the chestnut brown color she was most familiar with.

Beyond the physical changes, her outfit quickly shifted and warped while her senses were overwhelmed by the incense burners consuming her senses.  Her shirt and pants fused and morphed, becoming a form-fitting leotard that hugged her feminine curves and heaving tits, leaving little to the imagination.  A white collar with a bowtie formed on her lithe neck, while a skimpy red skirt flared out from her hips, barely offering any additional modesty.

Gareth trembled and sat back down, arching her hips upward with a cry when the leotard rubbed into her tender vulva, causing an orgasmic ripple cascaded through her body’s core.

She continuously moaned and writhed as warm sparks of bliss continuously flowed through her. ‘I-- I should hate this…  I should at least curse these feelings-- this transformation,’ she begrudgingly huffed before uttering another lewd squeal.

Her teeth sharpened into fangs while her ass plumped into a supple, round shape.  Her devilish tail wildly swished while her socks grew into perfectly-fitted thigh-highs, which pinched her pristine flesh ever-so-slightly.  

By the time her transformation completed, she was left writhing and panting, her body glistening with a thin layer of sweat.

She shakily raised a dainty hand and traced one of her pronounced fangs.  Despite her internal ire and protests, a strange, primal giddiness radiated from somewhere deep.  Her feelings of protests somewhat subsided as she tried to rationalize her situation amidst the succubus hormones raging through her body.

‘Okay-- okay…  I’m a girl again-- so what?  I’m kinda used to it and getting through the trials is the only thing that matters,’ she reasoned, shifting in her seat as she tried to ignore the pangs of throbbing need below her waist.

Before she could further delve into her befuddled contemplations, the door suddenly swung open, causing a wall of incense smoke to crash through the doorway like a wave.  Nana barged into the room, her fluffy black tail excitedly swishing about.  “There you are!!!  I’ve been waiting to meet you,” she said with a wide grin, trotting forward to stand directly in front of the new succubus.

Gareth just blinked, staring at Nana as she tried to catch her breath. ‘Can’t I get a damn break for five seconds?’ It was hard enough ignoring the milky warmth and tingling that enveloped the entirety of her succulent new body.  There was something else brewing-- a deep sense of hunger she couldn’t begin to describe.  Rather than a rumbling stomach, she felt an aching throb below her navel.  “W-- What?”  Was all she could offer in response.

“Mmmmm, yes…  You turned out wonderfully,” Nana purred as she circled around the sitting Gareth, carefully scanning her lewd form with a hand on her chin.

“What are--”

“Welp, let’s get started!”  Nana responded, cutting Gareth off.  “I’m going to be helping you with all that job training bullshit,” she waved nonchalantly.  “Tell me.  Have you decided how you want to get through this trial?”  She purred, crawling onto Gareth’s lap bridal-style.

Gareth squeaked and let out a sharp gasp when Nana suddenly nipped her neck with a purr.  Her body broke into goosebumps as her loins stirred with desire.  ‘What’s wrong with me?  Why do I feel like this?’  She immediately realized the futility of such a thought.  If she was a succubus now, there were plenty of plausible reasons for explaining her unwanted emotions and sensations.  “I-- umm…”  She shifted, pulling away slightly as she turned her head away. ‘The trials-- focus on the trials.  Nothing else matters,’ she reminded herself.  “I heard there was a cafe I could work in,” she sheepishly replied.

A wicked grin spread across Nana’s face as she swiveled her legs from Gareth and stood up, placing her hands on her hips as she stared down at the trainee succubus.  “Is that so?  Then, we have much to do.”

Nana quickly gave Gareth a crash course on working ‘Cafe Ambrosia,’ which was the Succulence-ran cafe attached to the brothel.  Cute succubus girls eagerly served patrons in the upclass establishment while many served as hostesses, sitting with clients and serving them drinks while doting on them.

“Don’t worry!  You don’t have to be part of the hostess problem if you don’t want to.  You can just serve food and drinks,” Nana insisted.

Gareth nodded but found her eyes locked onto a cute, blue-haired succubus cuddling up to a handsome male client at a booth.  She stroked his arm and laughed with him while serving drinks and placating his emotional needs. ‘Maybe that wouldln’t be so bad…  We could get through the trial more quickkly, right?’ Something seemed wrong; why would the idea of a man touching her in such a manner elicit anything but negative emotions?  Instead, she felt excitement.  Surely, said excitement only came from the idea of passing the trial more quickly-- right?  Why did she feel so hot?

“Hello?”  Nana teased, waving a hand in front of Gareth’s face.

Gareth snapped back to reality and looked at Nana with crimson cheeks.  “Sorry-- I think I get it.  I’ll get to work and serve food and drinks, or whatever,” she insisted.  Honestly, she thought she’d be feeling more prideful.  She expected to feel anger and frustration toward the prospect of being forced into the role of a flirtatious serving girl when she had spent her life as an experienced, respected, and very much male adventurer. 

“Get to it, then!”  Nana beamed, turning her head toward the front of the cafe as a male patron entered.  He was tall and well-muscled with ashen-gray skin, orange eyes, and glistening ebony scales. ‘What a hottie,’ she mused and then grinned devilishly.  “You can start by serving this new patron.  Go say hi and see what he needs!”  She insisted, giving Gareth a push.

Gareth wanted to protest, but a combination of factors urged her to nod in agreement.  She convinced herself that her burning desire to transcend the Trials of Gaia was the sole factor causing her to walk forward with swaying hips and bouncing, perky breasts.  How she wanted to pretend the burning embers deep within her body didn’t exist; no, they were just some random nuisance she needn’t pay any heed to.

“H-- Hello!  Welcome to Cafe Ambrosia!  I’m--” she winced, recalling the name Nana had rgranted her.  “I’m Greta! I’ll be serving you this evening.”  She got a good look at the patron, noticing the small horns on his head and the draconic tail slowly flicking from behind.  Dark scales decorated his dark skin and glistened like jewels.

“Miss Greta.  I don’t think we’ve met; are you new?”  He asked with a purr.

Before Greta could respond, the patron stepped forward and wrapped an arm around her waist, resting a hand on her hip.  She wanted to protest, but instead felt a shiver go down her spine, her loins tingling strangely. ‘His hand feels strong-- he definitely has some muscle,’ she mused before catching herself.  “Y-- Yes, that’s right.  It’s my first night,” she weakly laughed, firmly gripping her wrist as her tail’s tip methodically flicked back and forth.  “Do you know what you’d like for the evening, or would you like my suggestion?”  She offered.  Upon recalling Nana’s words of wisdom, she hesitantly rested her head against the man’s shoulder and cutely gripped his arm. “Our patrons like sexy, cute clingy girls who aren’t afraid to be hands on.  That’s why they go out of their way to seek out succubi,” her mentor had insisted.

“Aren’t you supposed to ask for my name?”  The patron teased, pulling back as he gently cupped Greta’s chin and tilted her head upward.

Greta’s heart raced as adrenaline surged through her.  He was being pushy, yes, but also very gentle and ther were no hints of malice in his words. ‘If I don’t mess this up, I’ll pass the trial more quickly,’ she reasoned, shifting on her feet as a damp aching permeated her nethers.  “You’re right!  I was so mesmerized by how attractive you are, I forgot to ask.  It’s not too late, is it?”  She purred, attempting to improvise while refusing to consider how much of what she aaid was a lie.

“Oh?”  The man’s lips curled into a wide grin.  “I’m Veilmont, one of the cafe’s top patrons no doubt.  I would like a private booth with you alone as my hostess for the evening, my sweet little demoness.”  His words dripped with saccarine sweetness.

Greta wanted to scream and protest.  There was no way in hell she was about to go into a private booth with some strange man and serve him drinks all night while stroking his body.  She could tell herself that as much as she liked, but it wouldn’t negate reality.  Instead, she nodded with a weak smile.  “It’s a great honor, Master Veilmont,” she cheerily replied.  “Right this way.”  

She led him down the hall and was extremely aware of the fact Veilmon was watching her ass and hips with every step.  As she passed by some of the public booths, she heard other succubi servers whispering and pouting. “The new girl gets to spend a night with Veilmont on her first day.  I’m jealous of her luck,” one of them said to another in a hushed tone, who nodded in agreement.

Greta’s eyes briefly widened as she glanced over at the succubi who giggled, one of them winking before they returned to work.  Her eyes focussed forward as they reached the private booth. ‘What is that supposed to mean?  I’m lucky?’ 

The next fifteen minutes proved mostly uneventful.  She sat with Veilmont and quickly found herself curled to his side while he gently slid a hand up and down her side while occasionally resting it upon her hip for a period of time.  She thought she’d feel violated or grossed out, but she found herself quickly growing comfortable as Veilmont began to speak of himself.  He was apparently a half-dragon who lived on a plane of eternal night. There were many battles and adventures for the powerful being, who ultimately ended his adventuring career after amassing enough riches to live for a thousand years in complete luxury.

When servers brought drinks and food in, Greta poured the booze and handfed Veilmont at his leisure.  So far, he had simply shared stories while offering her gentle and warm touches.  He hadn’t groped her inappropriately or leered at her in a way that made her feel unsafe.  ‘What is this?’ She murmured as her body lit up.  Her vulva throbbed as she felt her clit ache, her panties dampening.  Veilmont smelled good-- extremely good.  His mascuoine, smokey musk tantalized her senses and allowed intrusive thoughts to enter her mind. ‘Does he smell this good everywhere?  How does he taste?’ She mused, pushing her legs together as her cheeks took on a deep, rosy color.

‘He’d probably love it if I took his clothes off-- if I tasted him and touched him…’ 

Her mouth hung open as she began to pant, her tail frantically swishing.  She felt so alone-- so empty and unloved despite the fact Veilmont was right there, touching her and offering physical comfort.

Veilmont suddenly grinned and rested a hand on her cheek.  “Is something the matter, Miss Greta?  If it wouldn’t bother you, I would love to inquire about some of your more premium services,” he stated innocently. “I’ll make sure to put in a good worth for you with the owner of Succulence,” he assured.

Greta opened her mouth to speak and then stopped, biting her lip as she shifted her eyes away.  What should she do?  Why did she feel this way?  Veilmont’ had such a potent aura of male vitality-- such wonderful muscles and an intoxicating fragrance.  Offering premium services would only help her speed through the trial, right?  “W-- What did you have in mind, Master?”

He thought for a moment.  “I can guide you.  If at any time you don’t wish to continue, we can stop. I won’t be upset.  Do you trust me?”

Greta nodded before she had time to think, her body trembling.  She wanted his guidance-- needed his guidance.  “Y-- Yes, of course, Master…  I will follow your lead.”  A small voice in the back of her head screamed, but was quickly drowned out by her raging hormones and her desire to continue on with the Trials of Gaia.

“It’s a little warm in here…  Let’s stand,” Veilmont said as he got to his feed and helped Greta up.  “Would you do me a favor and help me undress?”

Greta obediently followed his commands, reaching over as she slid his suit jacket off and proceeded to unbutton his shirt.  As the minutes passed, she slowly stripped the clothing away from his body, taking in every inch of his flawless, muscular form.  When his shirt fell to the floor, she was mesmerized by his figure.  His muscles were so perfectly defined-- his potent scent flooding her nostrils.  Without thinking, she leaned in and nipped Veimont’s neck with a lusty purr, pushing a dainty hand over his chiseled abdomen.  The taste was better than she could have hoped and she found herself moving down slightly, kissing and sucking on his shoulder as her instincts screamed at her to continue.

“Ahhh…”  Vermont shivered and let out a faint gasp from Greta’s affection.  “Tell you what.  I’ll also let you know if I don’t want you to do something.  It’s okay to let your succubus instincts lead you,” he warmly insisted.

Greta’s eyes widened as she pulled back slightly, her body shaking.  A torrent of shame and desire cascaded through her, churning and mixing as she shook her head and clasped her hands together nervously. “ I-- I shouldn’t feel this way-- I… I was…”

“Male?”  Veilmont asked nonchalantly.  “It matters not.  You are a succubus and it’s beautiful and natural for you to follow your urges…  Give into them; do not fight.  If you listen to me, you will experience happiness and a quicker trial.  I assure you it’s the right choice,” he promised as he slipped a hand under her skirt and touched her milky outer thigh.

“Ahhh…”  Greta shuddered from his touch, her vagina writhing and twitching, begging to be filled.  By his cock-- by his semen, his life force; her succubus instincts craved all of it.  Before she could offer any further protest, she had unfastened his pants and allowed them to fall to the ground.

An impossible, primal lust consumed her when she laid eyes on the massive erection thinly veiled by the fabric of his underwear. ‘I shouldn’t-- I…’ Regardless of what she should or shouldn’t do, she reached forward with trembling hands and gripped the waistband of Veilmont’s underwear, sliding them down and around his throbbing cock.

Veilmont let out a content purr as his shorts fell to the ground, his ten inch erection springing free, already glistening with a bead of precum.

Greta stared at his quivering manhood, every cell of her body begging for more.  If she thought the musk coating his body was intoxicating before, it was nothing compared to the fragrance wafting from the masculine set of genitals hanging between his thighs.

“Follow your own lead.  Don’t second guess yourself,” Veilmont insisted, unable to hide his own eagerness.

While the internal protests still existed within Greta’s head, she couldn’t fight the needs of her new, wholly female succubus body.  She fell to her knees and moved in until she was mere inches away from his male sex.  ‘I shouldn’t-- I sh--’ her internal cries cut short as she brushed her dainty fingers over the base of Veilmont’s cock, giving a slight squeeze.  When the male moaned and trembled in response, she felt overwhelming motivation to continue.  She slid her hand over the length slowly, finding herself befuddled by its massive size.  How would such a beast fit inside of her?  Why was she so excited to find out?  She eyed the bead of precum and reacted automatically, lunging in as she pressed her tongue over the head and lapping up the delectable morsel.

While Veilmont purred and ushered words of praise, Greta couldn’t contain her own sounds.  “Ahhh…”  She gasped as the decadent flavor coated her tastebuds.  Not only was the precum not disgusting, the flavor was positively divine.  She opened her mouth and leaned in, taking more of his manhood into her mouth as she wrapped her tongue around the turgid shaft. ‘I-- I’m supposed to be a man-- this is wrong-- this…  Fuck-- I need it-- I need him…’  She used her free hand to stroke Veilmont’s scrotum, giving it a gentle squeeze as her head pumped back and forth, nice and slow.  If that single bead tasted so incredible, then what about the main course?  Her pussy twitched and ached as she used her mouth and both hands to deftly manipulate her client’s equipment.  Having been male, she understood what did and didn’t feel good.  She knew just how to fondle his testicals to elicit pleasure and not pain.  Her tail moved wildly as her pheremones filled the room, only making Veilmont that much hornier.

‘It’s coming-- I can sense it…’ Greta felt fully in tune with Veilmont and knew he would soon release his load.  She also understood that many loads would be released throughout the course of their evening; succubi magic and pheremones helped keep men performing well past their natural limit.

“Mmm-- yes, Greta…”  Veilmont growled in pleasure as he slid his hand over teh back of Greta’s head and pulled her closer.

As he climaxed, Greta leaned in hungrily and continued to pump while massaging his testes.  As soon as the sticky semen hit her tongue and rolled down her throat, she felt as though she reached nirvana.  His potent, male life force filled her, invigorating her and filling her in a way she couldn’t describe.  The flavor was beyond words; she could only describe it as the divine nectar of the gods.

The night was only just beginning, however.  There was more than one way for a succubus to collect her prize.

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