Down the trash filled streets of a seedy suburban area in the wee hours of the evening, an androgynous fellow walked dejectedly down the sidewalk, his eyes downcast and his gait unsteady as he hugged his sling bag close to his chest.

You wouldn’t be wrong to mistake him for a girl however; his slim build, femine face and soft hair often making people mistake him for a crossdressing girl. Even as he walked, there was still a decidedly feminine way to how he carried himself; hands tucked close to the body clinging on to the slingbag around small shoulders while his feet dragged behind him in small steps.

A fresh college graduate, Andy was excited to finally get started on his life as a working adult, that is, until he faced the greatest hurdle of all; Getting a job.

Despite having a degree in engineering under his belt, no one would hire someone they had assumed to be a rookie or unsure of themselves. Andy’s terrible social skills making any potential employer think twice about hiring him.

It was only Day Two on Andy’s job hunt and he was already struggling to hold things together, his mind filled with negative thoughts about never being able to get hired, only contributing to his failures as he began to look more and more haggard with each failed interview.

Unknown to him however, a pair of eyes watched him from the rooftops above, licking its lips as it eyed the delicious sack of food passing by…

–

Turning the corner, Andy yelped in surprise as he bumped into a tall, imposing figure standing silently in the middle of the walkway that he missed as he kept his head down while walking.

Looking up as he rubbed his head, he took in the features of the beautiful woman dressed in a set of office attire that hugged her body tightly, accentuating her curves and assets as she looked down at him from her height, interrupting his silent inspection and the weird feeling of deja vu as he eyed something weird between her pencil skirt. Turning his gaze away, Andy immediately bowed over in apology, his eyes clenched shut.

“S-so sorry ma’am, I-I didn’t see you there!”

Instead of the usual tirade of insults he’d expected, the woman drew closer as her heeled feet came into view, clopping against the pavement as she lifted his chin up to gaze at her, a gloved hand grasping his chin gently as her sultry, mature voice drifted into his ears.

“My! You’re even cuter up close now aren’t you?”

Andy didn’t even have the time to come up with a reply before he was lifted up by his collar, the awfully slim woman lifting him a few inches off the ground as she casually brought him into a secluded alleyway without a hint of physical exertion.

Hey! What’re you doing?! Put me…huh?

That was when he found he couldn’t move at all, much less cry out for help as he was taken deeper and deeper down the alley, further away from the home that he was just a street away from as a cold dread settled into his stomach, the ice cold fingers brushing against the nape of his neck adding to it.

After what felt like minutes, Andy was dropped to his feet, still unable to move his limbs before he heard the ruffle of clothes behind him, an audible click of a zipper being undone as he suddenly felt himself directed forward, an invisible puppeteer pulling on strings as he leaned his palms against the walls, spreading his legs apart beneath him as his gaze remained locked forward, sweat beading his forehead.

“Sorry but I'm in a little bit of a rush here~ You just reek of so much negativity. I couldn't help but swoop down for a little snack!”

‘Negativity’? ‘Snack’? What the heck was this woman on about? Questions ran through Andy’s mind before he felt those same cold fingers return, caressing his hips and chest as they ran down his body, stroking him tenderly as they undid buttons and loosened clothes, until all Andy had on him were his boxers, his clothes in a heap below him on the dirty floor.

“EEP!”

He couldn’t help but yelp despite the spell placed over him as he felt something long and hard rub against his butt, such a thing should never exist on a woman but there it was; the girth and warmth of the male genitalia unmistakably rubbing him up as the woman’s giggle’s bounced around the alley, reinforcing the bulge he saw earlier on her skirt that he had thrown away as a trick of the mind.

Dear god, that thing’s way too big!

“Well dear? I do hope you’re as ready as i am~”

As he felt his boxers drop down to his ankles while the cold fingers from before dig into his hips, Andy clenches his eyes shut tight in protest as his body remains locked in place, screaming in protest mentally as he felt the head of the massive dick begin to invade his rear…

–

Andy dragged himself home, worn and dishevelled as he turned on the shower head, the warm water doing little to sooth his sore and aching body as his mind drifted in and out of consciousness, not even noticing how he’d shuffled back home in shambles, his smart, business clothes were worn and stained with a certain fluid as he left them crumpled by the bathroom door.

Instead, his gaze was focused on his belly; the black, twisted tattoo that had been left there the moment his attacker had done the deed, revelling in his inability to fight back as she had her way with him, tossing him all over the alleyway into different positions as the clock hit midnight, the perverted woman flitting into the darkness as quickly as she’d appeared to him that evening, leaving him broken and silent on the floor as he felt disgusted at the feeling of a fresh load of hot stuff sizzling in his lower regions.

But instead of the feeling of fear and insecurity as expected of sexual assault victims, Andy shuddered as he began to feel tingly just remembering how the woman’s member had done him in, a shivering hand wrapping around his member as he began to rub himself off, his dick rising to never before seen heights as he soon came in combination with how the warm water seemed to turn him on even more.

He should’ve been disgusted, but the sounds of the woman screaming out in pleasure as she released her load in him were still on his mind, along with the feeling of her load emptying out inside of him…and how oddly good it felt, despite the reversal of gender roles and how easily he’d been subdued, whimpering in pleasure alongside his rapist.

Goddamnit, feeling good about being raped by some hermaphrodite…how pathetic am i…

Turning off the shower head, Andy simply wrapped his pajamas around him, not bothering to do up the buttons as he flopped over onto the warmth of his bed, fatigue lulling him to sleep as his glazed eyes slid shut…

That was when his empty eyes locked back onto his belly, the black, twisted spider-like tattoo glowing an ominous pink beneath the clothes as he began to lose consciousness, an extra layer of heat wrapping around his body, lulling him into the darkness of sleep.

Waking up covered in sweat the next morning, Andy had continued with his morning routine, the events of last night still on his mind as he tossed his sweat-slick clothes into the washer, not seeing to notice how his body seemed more sprightly and feminine; his peachy skin now pale as snow while being soft to the touch with a radiant sheen across it while the flesh beneath seemed to recede and bulge out in certain places, further emphasizing his feminine side.

Washing up his weary face, he didn't seem to notice the pale locks of hair beginning to dot his otherwise brown mop of hair, in addition to how curvy and small his eyes were, chalking it up to the tears he’d shed last night.

Putting on a different set of clothes as he left his stinky clothes from yesterday in the washer, Andy had set out for yet another day of job interviews he had low hopes for.

–

Andy sighed as he walked down the same street from yesterday. The job interviews had gone about as well as he’d expected but he had found today’s series of failed interviews weird; from how the men who sat down to talk with him seemed to look at him funny. He noticed how their gazes were fidgety, like they couldn’t seem to keep their eyes away from him as he spoke with them, their postures shifty as they seemed uncomfortable in their presence, he could’ve sworn one of them even had an erection by the end of it, offering to contact him in the future for more news, knowing they were empty words.

Unknown to Andy however, the tattoo still freshly scrawled on his stomach had been glowing the entire time, his increasingly smaller member deflating in size with each pulse of its pink glow, hidden behind the thick black coat he wore as his body continued to change with each second, becoming more and more attractive as innate demonic abilities began to awaken inside of him, a parting gift from a certain woman.

These charms were unique to the Succubi, a race of demons that were exclusively female. Unknown to the modern world, creatures like them still existed albeit in small numbers, hiding in the shadows away from the eyes of mankind, with only a few daring enough to go outside the laws of the world, partaking in the world of men, even if it meant endangering humans.

Succubi however, were a unique exception, their origins murky, not much was known about them besides the fact that they took in male semen as their source of nourishment, basking in the act of sex as they hyper sexual bodies only served to make their act of feeding that much more enjoyable.

Which was why they were one of the lesser known species of demon to frequent the human realm, their feeding urges prompting them to go on sexual rampages throughout towns and cities, spreading a lesser known magical plague with them as they went.

Like a virus converting cells, Succubi could, on rare occasions, transform normal humans into more Succubi that varied in form and appearance, mostly based on the former individual's mind as their personality and ego influenced their resulting demonic appearance. For instance, a woman who enjoyed her teenage years might find herself regressed back into that state upon turning while a young girl could end up a hot MILF if that was what her mind desired, even if she didn’t know it.

Andy however, was a rare instance; him being a male would ordinarily void him of being a Succubi candidate, but his weak ego and mind, couple with a personality influenced by the people around him treating him more like a girl than a boy had allowed him to be corrupted by the demonic influence, his body slowly reshaping into one more attractive to the eyes of men as his budding demonic abilities began to light up every so often. The result of the Charm spell being that every man within a 10 meter radius around Andy found him irresistible.

Thankfully though, Andy’s abilities were mediocre, his blissful ignorance towards his new nature as a Succubi meaning he had little to no mastery over them…but even that wouldn’t last for long, any hope of returning to a life of normalcy extinguished when he finally came across the same alleyway he was in yesterday night, now filled with a few strangers dressed like thugs, their eyes making contact as he walked by.

This place huh…

Andy silently strode past, ignoring the jeers of the gangsters as the few strong enough to resist his fledgling Succubi abilities saw him as nothing more than wimp of a man, too girly to ever be anything more.

But for a certain group however, Andy unknowingly began to lead them off further into the alley, leaving behind the rest of the confused group as they stopped and stared, unsure of what was happening as Andy’s motley crew vanished around the corner.

–

He had no idea why he’d done it, but as he lay forced up against the wall in much the same way he had been last night, he only knew it felt too good to refuse, enjoying the sensation of the thug’s manly erection thrusting in and out of his ass, but it wasn’t enough. Something inside of him ached to feel that same feeling of bliss from last night as he now stood in the exact same spot he was in last night, a complete stranger taking him in the ass as his Charm spell intensified with the arrival of the night.

Only this time, he was looking vastly more feminine than before; softer locks of hair swaying in the moment, wide hips serving as handlebars where there was none, a perky bubble butt that rang with the sounds of wet flesh slapping against each other with each of his partners thrusts. Andy now looked more like a young girl than a young adult male, the only thing to show for his remaining identity was the dwindling manhood between his legs, the flaccid member barely peeking out between his legs compared to the rod that jutted up to his stomach just a night ago.

Andy would’ve felt disgusted if he recalled the incident. But that was this morning. By the time night had fallen and the demon inside him began to stir, those thoughts that disgusted him were starting to look more enticing by the minute, no longer able to bear it any longer as he came by the alleyway, only managing to keep his lust in check as he drifted pass those sexy, sweaty hunks.

By the time Andy had noticed the two men that had followed him back to the site of his attack last night as he was busy replaying the scene in his mind as he gazed at the spot he stood at last night while the woman had her way with him, he barely listened to their voices asking for a good time as they waved a fat stack of cash in his face, his mind glued on the words ‘good time’ rather than the five hundred dollar bills. Unable to resist his new urges any longer as he’d gripped the strangers rough hands in his now softer palms, a blush forming on his face as he gazed down at Andy’s lust stricken eyes.

“Hot damn, you sure you’re a dude? Your hol’s much better than any other girl's!”

At that, Andy felt the blush on his cheeks intensify as his ears received those words of praise, his tiny member sticking upright as a trail of transparent fluids begin to leak down his long, slender legs, much more meaty than they had been that morning as the shiny skin shone in the dim evening light, tender flesh and soft fat jiggling as the man slapped against his ass with each thrust, further accelerating the changes.

H-Harder…

“What wazzat?”

Harder! Do me HARDER!!!

In a voice that surprised even its owner, Andy felt new life enter him as he began to partake in the twisted act, thrusting his rear back as his partner thrusted in, driving the rod deeper inside as his effeminate grunts turned into guttural moans and cries that were no longer that of a man as his sharpened nails, dug into the cement wall, unnatural strength allowing him to scrape out the harned walls like an animal. Losing himself as he surpassed the ecstasy that he had sought, forgetting the fact he was grossed out by it only a few hours ago as each thrust from his partner pushed him further and further off the edge, his body slowly shifting into its desired form...

By the time the men had their way with Andy, he wasn’t sprawled out on the floor like his old weak self was. Revelling in his newfound confidence as he waved them goodbye in glee, his knees bent inward at the knee like a ditzy girl as he stuck his hips out to one side, his torso showing signs of definite change as they accentuated his hips; a tin waistline and smaller shoulders along with the small nubs on his sore chest pinched red by the thugs, a sign of the budding breasts that were to take their rightful place there as he brushed his shoulder length hair away from his soft, round cheeks.

Between his legs though, was where the meat of the change had ended, his testicles long having been consumed by his body, leaving a small pair of lips formed right under his peckish member, the remains of his penis rendered useless as they barely stuck out like a nub above the new sensitive lips beneath, moaning in delight as he ran a dainty finger across the aching slit, smiling as he…or rather she, saw how it had begun to leak a fluid like a drooling mouth, itching to make use of it in the coming second round.

The fuck was i even thinking? Shit’s way better than being all straight and goody-two-shoes! Wonder if those boys are still back there…god, they smelled so good~

If Andy was still himself, he would’ve been more concerned over the crude way he spoke alongside the mental images of the men he had avoided from before restraining him in raunchy acts far more enticing than simple anal sex. More importantly though, her mind began to race with the excitement of a prospective future as she counted the thick wad of cash in her hands, giddy as the numbers exceeded that of a simple desk job her boring old self had thought was a good way to live out life.

What a fuckin dweeb i was…

Smirking as she spat out those words, she turned round on her feet as she heard the sounds of approaching footsteps, long having smelled the musky scent of horny men as they headed her way, turning her on as her libido sprung to action, her new folds oiling themselves up for use as liquid dripped down her legs and onto the floor, running a smooth palm over her warm belly, now toned with a healthy layer of pudge and flesh as the demonic symbol over her freshly formed womb vanished, it’s work done as the former human boy finally embraced her new identity as a Lesser Succubus.

But as the men approached her, she pondered on a new identity for herself. Andy was such an icky name for a beauty such as herself, playing with a lock of lengthening platinum-grey hair as her new identity reshaped the rest of her body, the nubs on her chest plumping up into perky B-cups with the affirmation of her new self, no longer seeing herself as that wimpy young boy who’d left college and more of a slut who would sell her body for the right price, she couldn’t care less if a dick was as small as her thumb or if she’d be forced to do the most heinous of acts if she was paid a good amount for her time. The lack of restraint speeding up the changes assaulting her.

From that point on, Andy was thrown to the side as Anya took center stage, taking her first steps in the world as she approached the thugs, their wide eyes ogling the naked body of the young babe they had thought was some gay man earlier as they took in her curves and bouncing boobs, never noticing how the tiny remnants of the former dick were her oversized clitoris as her loins seemed to beg for them to fill her, oozing more and more as she got closer, the raw musky scent of their eagerness to breed her pushing her over the edge, pushing the biggest man in the group to the floor as she pinned him with her unnatural strength, her thick thighs straddling him as she impaled her waiting snatch on his already erect member, screaming out in lust as she felt her new folds embrace the warmth of a man, the others closing in around her as they watched on in envy.

Needless to say, the newborn girl would have her fill that night, leaving many men throughout the city broken and wasted as she hungered for more and more, stuffing her hard earned cash wherever she she could; in her now ample D-cup tits to her aching snatch when it wasn’t in use, the tiny nub now reduced to its proper size, settled snugly into place above the hairless slit between her now shapely legs.

Unaware of her true nature as a Succubi, Anya continued to indulge herself in debauchery, feeding her demonic side with an endless supply of male semen, leaving her empty and hungry no matter how many men she got to fuck her silly. Finding herself lost and weary between fuckfests until an unfortunate male wandered into her sights. Even women weren’t safe as she accidentally mistook a few, uncaring as she charmed them into obedience, immediately falling under a spell as a tattoo formed over their stomachs, much like how Anya had before her change.

By the time morning had arrived, Anya was still awake, her body well fed but smelling of sweat and sex as she stoof in a pool of her own fluids and surrounded by the limp forms of another gang she’d convinced to fuck her for a pretty penny, she could sense how they’d thought of her as an easy lay, intending to just have their way with the girl before leaving…

Not that they had much of a chance the moment they’d let themselves within her reach, the Charm spell removing all resistance from them as she wondered why they were just stuck standing there. Finally taking notice of how that bitch had her way with her weak old self the day before, she took to experimenting with the poor men, playing with them like puppets as she directed one to fuck her in the ass while another massaged her tits, giggling like a mad woman as she made the last one dance for no reason at all, simply enjoying her newfound abilities.

I swear the next time i see her, we’ll see how she likes being screwed with while frozen like some sex toy!

Reenacting the scene that had led to her birth made her wonder about the future from here on out as she felt herself weaken with the morning sun’s arrival. If that woman had been the one to awaken her to the joys of womanhood…could she do the same? And if she could, what more could she do that she wasn’t even aware of?

Anya smiled as she fingered her small chin thoughtfully, the idea of a personal harem sounded appealing to her as did the image of a personal empire built on her own terms; where sex and prostitution were the norm. A result of Andy’s old ideals of one day owning a business mixing with and being overtaken by Anya’s innate Succubus instinct to fuck anything with a dick between their legs.

Oh well, there's always time to work it out i guess~

Wandering off stark naked, Anya whistled to herself as she counted the money she’d made from her all-night escapade throughout the red light district she had unwittingly wandered into. Unaware of the rapidly fading memories in her mind as she forgot ever having an apartment in the backend area of town entirely, memories of the entire red map district ingraining themselves in her mind instead as her progenitor’s experiences were added in place of Andy’s, his life thrown aside without hesitation as she wrapped a fur coat one of the thugs were wearing over her slim frame, walking off to one of the more well known whorehouses in the area that doubled as a bar.

A few days would pass before a whisper would pass through the red light district, word among men being that; for the right price, a certain young woman would entertain you for as long as you could last against her heavenly body, the likes of which had never been seen before and an experience to go for at least once.

The woman in question, went by the name Anya, an amazingly captivating young lady with looks that could grab the heart of any man with just a simple stare into her beautiful crimson eyes. Her enticing body beckoning for men to approach; her ample breasts, bewitching thighs and peachy ass bright beacons for their darkened souls.

While no man would ever last more than 5 minutes in her bed, they would inevitably return for more, each visit more depraved as they lost themselves to her wondrously tight and lithe body…until they would stop visiting altogether, vanishing without a word,with the police visiting the place on account of the missing persons reports coming up short, unable to link their disappearance to Anya, the young vixen being surprisingly accommodating during her time with the men in blue, her new friends, all new hires in the bar, giggling and teasing the bashful men as she spoke with them.

Deciding enough was enough, Anya lowered the expensive looking fur collar around her neck, exposing her rounded shoulders as she let out an exaggerated sigh that dripped with a mature air, delighting in the looks of the men before her, trying not to look at her buxom body as she shifted in her seat, barely clad in anything besides a skimpy bra that barely hid her assets from view as the tight thong riding up her ass only served to rile up the men’s imagination as she spread her legs, revealing the tight cameltoe under the transparent loin cloth; an otherworldly beauty shining in the darkness

Pretty soon, even the hardened men were no match for Anya’s charms as she ‘purposely’ dropped the cake she had been eating on her tits, the sight of the cream sliding down her cleavage was more than enough as the senior officer unbuckled his gear and unzipped pants, an eager Anya leaning back coyly on the soft in the dimly lit room as she prostrated herself for the bewitched police officers, dainty arms running over her supple body in an inviting manner.

You know you want it…feel free to eat me all up~

Soon, the reports would go forgotten as the cops left the brothel just a little bit more sweaty than usual, the cases dropped without a trail to chase after…

Weeks would soon fly by as they turned into months, time passing rapidly as a new mistress took over the overseeing of the Fisherman’s Fin bar, turning the once hidden whorehouse into a full fledged establishment that somehow went by the local authorities radar as new girls began to appear to fill the ranks of the brothel, each one almost on par with the mistress herself but never being able to reach her peak as they went out to promote the place with their bodies.

What the public would never realize however, was that a demon had invaded the modern world, biding her time and building up forces as she mastered her abilities while working as a common whore in the best whorehouse in town. She had no need for credentials or an interview, after all, Mind Control was but one useful tool in her nifty Succubus arsenal. Even moreso than the long leathery tail and cute pair of wings she had gained at some point. Sure, flight was fun and the tail could serve as a flexible dildo for her every need, but they paled in comparison to the rest of her abilities like inducing an orgasm with a simple hex.

Eventually seeing her chance to strike, Anya and her entourage of Lesser Succubi had launched their attack, disabling the pimp of the place along with his henchmen, paralysed by Anya’s now extremely potent Charm spell, riling up her own Succubi as they creamed themselves at the sight of the frozen men. Not caring one bit, Anya rode the boss as she let her minions loose, the girls having their well deserved meal for a job well done.

Inserting herself as a Mother figure to her new establishment, Anya had made use of her abilities well enough to widen her net throughout the entire red light district, the regular whores and prostitutes lining the streets soon replaced with Anya’s own girls, drawing in more and more men to the establishment to get a glimpse of the mistress herself, becoming a rare figure on the scene, only allowing certain individuals in for a personal night with the woman herself if they were lucky enough to win a lottery set up by the girls in the brothel.

Eventually, years would pass, the small humble town eventually being converted into a place of sin and debauchery as the new Grand Succubus and her demonic underlings dug their roots deep into the earth, twisting the local inhabitants minds into seeing nothing out of place as more and more denizens from the Underworld began to walk the streets as if everything was alright; demons ranging from Minotaurs to Lamia had become more or less a common sight in the streets, adding more flair and life to the once drab grey streets as Anya’s personal decor and taste replaced the old and lifeless architecture…alongside the occasional lovemaking between human and demon as they indulge themselves wherever they saw fit, thanks in part to the shift in moral guidelines.

Of course, Anya’s reign would not go unchallenged. Several contenders rose up in an attempt to stop her from ruining the balance between mankind and demons. From certain individuals claiming to be holy messengers from the Church to other demons that either wanted her power for their own or who didn’t like how brash she was when it came to human-demon relations, unable to stand co-existing with humanity.

None were able to even make Anya budge an inch, with her newfound abilities and strength as a Grand Succubus, she could just lift a finger to reduce a man down to a whimpering woman begging for the cock she had lost to fill her up again. That is, if any of them could make it past her cohort of fellow converts wholly devoted to protecting her.

Unlike the Succubus who had turned her, Anya had made sure to apply a hex on all she converted, their free will removed as they became slaves to her will, using their new bodies all in the name of their Mistress, it had led to her developing a kink for girls, becoming bisexual as she converted the entirety of her harem into women ranging from petite girls to busty sexpets, their former identities lost to the wind as they fell madly in love with Anya.

Anya herself had undergone a massive overhaul from her previous self. The Succubus born from the remnants of the human boy, Andy, was barely recognizable at this point, her short bob cut of platinum silver hair had grown out into a long flowing mane that framed her beautiful and mature face, her already impressive body had grown even more curvaceous and endowed, thanks to the sizeable amount of magical strength and followers she had gathered in such a short amount of time, becoming a deity of sorts as her brainwashed slaves had concocted a religion centered around her as their Godess of Sin or something of the sort, she hadn’t bothered to remember that weird title.

The Succubus had matured mentally as well, she had forgotten her former life as a human male, retaining only the moment of her birth as she felt herself seeded within the boy she had taken over, considering herself a brand new person in an attempt to distance herself from how weak and simple minded she was back then. Even her vocabulary had improved a fair distance past the brutish way she spoke, sentences dotted with slang and vulgarity now spoken in a sultry tone laced with an air of dignity.

Very soon, even the demon world would soon come to her attention as more and more demons migrated to her Human-Demon utopia of sorts, ideas of expansion and more running through her head as she flitted through the air of her own pocket dimension without a care in the world, her body clad in a matching pair of pink bra and panties that did the bare minimum to cover her up, just the way she liked it. Despite her more mature look and prettier taste in clothes, it hadnt changed the fact that she was still the same sex crazed Anya on the inside.

“Dear~ It’s time for the board meeting!”

Hearing that familiar voice, Anya turned her head, eyes wide in affection as she sped down from the skies of the void, approaching that very familiar figure in a sexy set of business clothes, clothes she would never be able to forget as she eyed the enticing bulge in her skirt.

She remembered the animosity she bore towards the woman who had, in a way, given birth to her, loathing how powerless she was as she took her from behind, even if she was still that rotten human wimp. Waiting for her chance at revenge ever since that day had passed, her mind free to rebel when the unwitting human male had transcended the boundary to becoming a full fledged Succubus, unlike the large hordes of Lesser Succubi that were simply transmogrified human men under Anya’s control.

The chance for revenge had come when Anya’s empire had reached its peak, her target deciding to pay her a visit at night, surprising her when she’d arrived unannounced by her warm bed, showing just how weak she was when compared to the denizens that lurked in the Underworld and beyond, caught off guard by how close she was when she finally realized she’d snuck into her bedroom.

Instead of taking her life as she’d expected her to do, Anya had been surprised when she offered her tutelage to her, sensing even greater potential in the Succubus ever since breaking free of her and going from a mere thrall to a Greater Succubus on her own.

It was thanks to her that Anya had managed to go even further, the knowledge imparted to her proving vital when it came to facing down those annoying church idiots that now served as street whores in the lower districts. She’d also taught her about the inner workings of the Underworld and the various demons it harbored, leading her to learn more about her Succubus heritage when she wasn’t busy satisfying her urges.

Through their time together, a special sort of bond had developed between the two, surpassing the simple Teacher-Student relationship into something more. It only served to help that her mentor, Nadia, as she called herself, was a hermaphrodite. A trait usually frowned upon in Succubus society but something that greatly benefitted the pair.

After all the nights of raunchy lovemaking, Anya had went to consult her trusted Underworld medical assistant about a certain warmth she could feel in her belly as she lost her instinct for sexual activity, her nights feeling unusually peaceful without the usual hunger pangs within her loins for cock and semen. Although she still had to eat her fill every night.

Her instincts proved right when she was informed of a pregnancy by the very excited doctor, claiming Succubi rarely bore direct children of their own when they could produce thralls and Lesser Succubi through their hexes, only bearing one when the Succubus bore feeling for a partner they would label a mate for life. Overcome with joy, Anya had returned to the brothel that day with a smile on her face, showing herself on the ground floor for that day as she oversaw her sisters working hard, a serene smile on her face as she captivated both man and demon alike, her pale skin and lustrous hair gleaming in the light.

I'm coming dear!

Anya giggled to herself as she moved away from her daydream, wondering what Nadia would think when she found out she was pregnant with their child. Or maybe she had already known? She wouldn't have put it past the analytical demoness to have put two and two together and realized why she had been avoiding their nightly tryst.

No matter, she would tell her lover when the time was right, for now, they had a meeting to go for. She wondered whether to prank the board with that Transformation spell Nadia had taught her a few weeks ago, smiling mischievously as her mind brewed with raunchy things to do as she sped towards her waiting lover.

After all with Nadia by her side, she was able to keep her lecherous side in check, nowadays only ever revealing that side of her to Nadia in bed, reverting to her former self complete with horrendous grammar and whorish behaviour. She couldn't wait to be able to savour that feeling once more when the time for child birth came and gone.

Anya the Succubus would live a long life with her lover by her side, claiming the title of Empress among the Succubi and leading with dignity as she sired many pureblood children with her chosen mate by her side.

THE END