A Devilish Temptation: Rebirth

Turning her key in the ignition, Amber caught a glimpse of the succubus' screen. On it was a photo of some ancient book, unrecognizable pictures and symbols covering the pages of it. This was becoming more real by the second, and she was less sold on the idea. "If I do go through with this, I can still see my family, right?" Amber asked, pulling out of the parking lot.

"Sure, you'll just have to use a human form, obviously. And I guess you should remember to gradually age your appearance after a while unless you want to freak them out."

"So, I'll be immortal like you then?"

"Depends on what you mean by immortal," Sierra stated, not looking up from her phone, "You won't age, but you can still die in all the same ways you can now."

The thought of not aging made Amber nervous. However, it may not be the worse thing in the world if Sierra was with her. Having to be forever alone was a burden she never wished to carry. "So, I guess humans being turned into succubi doesn't happen very often then?" she asked, trying to ignore her fears.

"Not much anymore, no. Most succubi are created naturally."

"But this has been done before?"

"I think so, but it was before my time. That was back when demon society was going through another one of its stupid conflicts. Humans were free soldiers after some basic rituals, so most demons used them. Those are the rumors, anyway. Some of that history has kind of been buried."

"Fun time to be human," Amber mused.

"Count yourself lucky, I guess. Fortunately, those practices have been phased out. OK, I've translated the spell, and I know what ingredients we need," Sierra changed the subject, "How far are we from the grocery store?"

"A couple of minutes."

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"Are you sure we need all this?" Amber asked, looking through the countless grocery bags that filled the entrance of her apartment. After the grocery store, Sierra made her go to three more stores to buy everything they needed. With a week's pay now sunk into this, she hoped it would work.

"That's what the book said," Sierra chimed back, briefly leaving the kitchen to grab a bag of chicken scraps before skipping back to work.

Sticking her head in the kitchen, Amber watched the succubus dump the bag into a pot of boiling orange slime. Unfortunately, with all the mess remaining from breakfast and Sierra back at the helm, the kitchen was trashed. What dirty dishes didn't fit in the sink were piled up beside it, each crusted in its own mystery substance. On the stove were two pots and an overflowing frying pan, the succubus either unaware or uncaring of the foam spilling over the sides and onto the burner.

Strongly against burning her apartment down, Amber decided to step in and briefly lift the frying pan, letting the foam dissipate before she set it back down. "Does it have to be this chaotic in here?" she asked, picking a spoon up off the ground and trying to fit it in the sick.

"This is a very precarious situation; one wrong move, and the whole thing is toast."

"Well, maybe you could avoid lighting the place on fire. You know, at the very least."

"Look out!" Sierra yelled out of the blue, grabbing one of the pots and rushing it to the blender sitting on the dining room table. She poured the pot's contents inside and blended it into a fine paste. Following this, she returned to the stove, dumping the blender into her second pot. A resulting cloud of steam bubbled up, the room filling with a smell similar to death.

"We couldn't have done this somewhere else?" Amber asked, fanning the air in front of her face.

"I don't have anywhere else, do you?"

"Well, not exactly."

"Don't worry, we're almost done," Sierra said, grabbing a sieve and using it to scoop off the foam from the frying pan. The greasy brownish-grey material was added to the rest of the ingredients in the pot. Having run out of spoons, the succubus used a spatula to stir the concoction. Seemingly satisfied, she grabbed a jar from the counter and dunked it into the mystery brew.

Looking over the succubus' shoulder, Amber watched as brown liquid rushed into the glass vessel, Sierra filling it completely before screwing on a lid and setting it on the counter. "That's it?" she asked, picking up the jar and holding it to the light. Inside, tiny flecks sparkled as Amber swirled the fluid. Overall, it looked widely unappealing, like an uncleaned grease trap or something of the sort. "So, what, I have to drink this now?" she asked, wrinkling her nose.

"No," Sierra acted fast, swiping the jar from the woman's hand and placing it in a bag that promptly vanished, "I did not go through all that work just for you to drink the potion."

"So, I don't have to drink it?"

"You will, just not yet."

"Right," Amber sighed, remembering what the succubus had said earlier that morning, "There's another part to this."

"Correct."

"And that is?"

Careful not to knock over any precariously piled dishware, Sierra sat at the dining room table and rested her legs on an adjacent chair. Letting out a long breath, she turned back to Amber, "Like most succubus magic, the transmutation of a human into one of us requires sexual energy."

"So, I need to have sex? What are we waiting for then?"

"Sex with another human," Sierra corrected her, "And, more specifically, both of you need to reach a climax for the potion to take effect. Oh, you need to drink the potion beforehand, too," she added.

"Hmm," Amber sat down across from the succubus, "That makes things a little more complicated. Any ideas?"

"I've got one."

"Well?"

"You still have the number of the girl you went on a date with last night?"

"Absolutely not."

"Oh, come on," Sierra stood from the table, making her way around it and behind Amber. Massaging the woman's shoulders, she leaned forward and whispered, "Imagine getting to take control of her. Dominating the woman who thought she was better than you and bringing her down to our level."

"Stop it."

"Stop what?"

Amber let out an annoyed sigh, turning so that she could make eye contact with the succubus, "If you're going to manipulate my mind and influence me to do stuff, then I'm not going to become a succubus at all."

Realizing that she had been caught, Sierra let down the façade, "Fine, but I still think it's a good idea. Plus, a very hot one at that. Just the idea of it," she paused, taking extra care to make sure her crotch rubbing was pronounced and noticeable, "God, it's getting me so turned on."

"You're disgusting sometimes."

"Got any better ideas?"

As much as she wanted to argue, Amber had to admit that Sierra's idea wasn't the worst. After the passive-aggressive bullying on their date, she felt little emotional connection to Farah. Physically, however, she had to admit the woman was quite attractive. "It doesn't matter; there is no way she would consider seeing me again," Amber replied.

"That's where I come in. Work a little magic."

"OK, how is your magic going to get her here?"

"Call her, ask for sex, I'll do my thing, and then we're home free."

Pulling her cellphone out of her pocket, Amber opened Farah's contact, "Even with your so-called powers of persuasion, I'm not going to be that blunt." Then, setting her phone on the table, she spun it around and pushed it towards Sierra, "Call her."

"But she won't even know who I am."

"Well, she'll recognize my number. Assuming she hasn't already blocked it, that is." Amber watched as Sierra picked up her phone, the succubus nibbling on her nail as she looked at the screen. "What, nervous? What happened to all your succubus confidence?"

"I'm trying to come up with a gameplan here," Sierra retorted, "It's not easy to manipulate someone's desires over the phone. It's much easier when they can see, you know, so you can get them going with a little show," the succubus squeezed her chest between her arms for emphasis.

"Well, the longer you wait, the longer it will be until you get a succubus partner."

Overcoming her hesitation, Sierra tapped the call button and put the phone to her ear. As she watched, Amber became more nervous that her previous blocking theory was true. Fortunately, on what must have been the last ring, she heard someone pick up on the other end. "Well?" she mouthed.

Sierra, however, didn't answer, the succubus instead giving an obviously played-up hello before turning and walking out of the dining room. With little else to do while she waited, Amber took up the tasking job of cleaning up after the succubus. Starting with the dishes in the sink, she washed them while simultaneously trying to listen to the phone conversation happening in the next room. Unfortunately, she couldn't hear much between the running water and the wall separating them.

By the time Sierra returned, she was able to empty the sink, clean the stove, and was in the process of washing out her blender. "Long phone call," Amber remarked, wiping her hands on a dish towel.

"I've got to admit; that wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. Which is surprising since I'm usually very good at these kinds of things."

"Are you done stroking your ego? What did she say?"

"Well, of course, I got her to say yes."

"Really?" Amber asked, not entirely convinced, "How did you manage that? I assume you told her I would be here."

"You have to trust the process. By the end of the call, I had her eating out of my hand."

"So what time is she coming?"

Stretching, Sierra plopped herself down on the couch, "Tonight. I told her seven o'clock. Man, you should have heard her talking by the time I was done. Literally agreeing to everything I said. It's always the rich, prissy bitches who are the most fucked; this is going to be fun."

"I'm glad you're looking forward to tormenting this stranger," Amber joined her girlfriend on the couch, cuddling against her warm, bare back, "Did you tell her you're a succubus? Or what we're doing?"

Sierra yawned, wrapping her arm around Amber's waist, "No and no."

"Is that going to be a problem?"

"I guess we'll see. Now, stop talking. I need to get my beauty sleep in before she gets here. I do my best work when I'm well rested."

"You haven't even been awake that long."

"Yeah, but I've been on my feet all morning."

"So unbelievably lazy," Amber sighed, pulling out her phone to entertain herself while she waited for their guest to arrive.

Chapter 3:

"You sure about this?" Amber asked as she rummaged through her closet. Having fallen behind on laundry, few clothes were both clean and suitable for a date.

"Sure about what?" Sierra called back from the couch, having not moved for the past seven hours.

"I don't know, whatever this is. A date? A scheme to trick a woman into turning me into a succubus? Whatever you want to call it."

"Oh, well then, yeah, I'm sure."

Grabbing a wrinkled shirt from her closet, Amber walked into the living room and held it up for Sierra to see, "Well?"

"Hmm," Sierra looked up from her phone for a second, "Definitely not. You look like a tired youth pastor in that."

"Gee, thanks."

"I don't see why you're making such a big fuss about all this; wear whatever you want. This girl's mind is basically already shot after that phone call. It's not like she will care about how you look."

"I'm not having a repeat of last night."

"That date really did a number on you," Sierra muttered, chewing on her fingernail, "How about I cook something up for you since you're clearly in the department for a fashion overhaul."

"Again, no."

Standing from the couch, Sierra traced her hand around her girlfriend's stomach, circling Amber until she was behind her, "Oh, come on. It will be fun. Besides, it's not like we're going anywhere tonight; no need to be worried about what I might do in public.

"Fine," Amber relented.

"You're not going to regret this; there is nothing in the world that feels as good as conjured clothes," the succubus explained, placing her hands on the woman's shoulders.

Amber could feel her body warming up rapidly, the heat starting from where Sierra was touching her and then radiating outwards. A sudden wave of panic washed over her briefly before she felt the smoothest satin fabric brushing against her skin. "So, all succubi can do this?" she asked, trying to take her mind off what was happening.

"Yes and no," Sierra replied, doing her best to concentrate.

"Meaning?"

"All succubi can do it, but who they can do it to depends. Only people with whom they have spiritually connected can receive the full effects of their power. It stops us from having the ability to create infinite objects or manipulate reality at our will."

"I didn't agree to a spiritual connection."

"Most people don't."

"Well then, how does it happen?" Amber asked, trying to turn her head.

"Keep straight," Sierra used one hand to force the woman's head back, "This isn't easy as it is; you moving only makes it harder."

"OK, but the spiritual connection?"

Sierra sighed, "Like everything else when it comes to succubi, it happens during sex. But it has to be real, emotion-driven sex, not just a feeding. Think of it like eating out. Going to a buffet might fill you up but eating out at a nice 5-star restaurant will be a positive emotional experience you'll always remember. When there is an emotional connection, maybe it makes the sex more genuine, I don't know."

"Your analogy may lack nuance, but I think I understand what you mean."

"Done!" Sierra exclaimed, releasing her grip on the woman and taking a step back.

Looking down, Amber admired the dress created by her girlfriend. It was a light blue satin, smooth and shiny. The tight fit allowed it to hug her curves, the bodice making her chest look larger than usual. She had to agree with Sierra; the texture of the fabric felt unlike anything she had experienced before. It was so soft that Amber felt almost as if she were wearing nothing, although it strangely also felt crisp and cool to the touch.

"Well? What do you think? The succubus asked, watching Amber admire herself.

"It feels amazing," the woman responded, "But what about shoes?"

"You didn't say anything about shoes. Besides, why do you need them? We aren't going out, and your feet are completely covered by the dress anyway."

"So? I just-" Before Amber could finish her sentence, however, the buzzer by her door went off. With some silent gesturing from Sierra, she went to the apparatus and pressed the talk button. "Hello?"

"Hi, it's Farah. I- The woman invited me here. I think her name... it was Sierra, maybe? She called me on the phone a few hours ago. Told me to come here."

Perhaps it was the poor quality of the speaker system, but Farah's tone was different than Amber remembered. More nervous, shy. She was almost a shell of the proud, narcissistic career woman that was at their date the previous night. "Right. I'm unlocking the door; come on up. I'm in apartmen-"

"Yeah, s-she told me already, Sierra. Thank you," the timid voice on the other end of the speaker said.

"Oh, OK," Amber pushed the button to unlock the door. It was only after waiting for a minute or two in fear that Sierra gave the wrong apartment number that she heard a quiet knock at her door. Taking a deep breath, amber took a step forward and opened it.

"T-thank you," Farah stood behind it, doing an awkward bow in appreciation. Unlike their date, she was dressed somewhat modestly. Still high-fashion, expensive clothes, of course, but nothing compared to Amber's magically created attire. Amber thought she should maybe feel wrong about being so over-dressed, but if anything, it felt good to be in the opposite position for once. It seemed Farah noticed the beauty of her gown, too, as she made a quiet compliment, "Your dress is very pretty."

"Yes, I had it made by a special tailor I know," she replied, intentionally vague, "Um, you can come in if you would like."

"Thank you," she repeated for a third time, avoiding eye contact as she entered the apartment.

Looking around, Amber was relieved to see Sierra had made herself scarce. Assuming the succubus was in the kitchen, she directed Farah to the living room. "Just, uh, hang out on the couch. You want anything to drink?"

"Just water is fine."

"Sounds good." Happy to get out of the awkward atmosphere, Amber walked quickly to the kitchen, finding Sierra sitting on the countertop. "What did you do to her? She is completely different than she was yesterday," she asked in a hushed voice.

"Nothing," Sierra hopped down, "Just talked to her on the phone for a bit, got her to admit her desires; the usual."

"So then why is she... like that?"

The succubus shrugged, "Maybe she's nervous or just uncomfortable seeing you again after your shit date yesterday."

"It's not like I said anything crazy to her; I acted civil."

"Well then, maybe it's just as simple as my pheromones setting her off, I don't know."

"Just... stay in the kitchen while I go talk to her. I'll calm her down a bit and then lead her to the bedroom. That's when you can come in and start using your," Amber wiggled her fingers in the air, "powers to get her in the mood. Got it?"

"Whatever you say."

"Oh, and make sure you look more... human," Amber looked Sierra up and down, the succubus completely naked with her red skin on show for the world to see. "And put on some clothes," she added before grabbing a clean glass and filling it with water from the fridge. Hopeful that Sierra would listen for once, Amber returned to her guest on the couch. "Here you go; your water."

Taking the glass, Farah drank half of it in a series of long gulps before setting it on the coffee table. "Thanks," she murmured.

Truthfully, Amber was getting a little annoyed with the situation. This was supposed to be her chance to get a little payback for last night and show off. However, with Farah now overly quiet, timid, and unable to say anything other than some variation of 'thank you,' she had little ground to stand on. "I guess this is a little awkward," Amber faked a chuckle, breaking the still silence of the room, "I didn't expect to see you so soon after last night."

"Yeah, right. I guess it is soon for a second date," Farah replied, a little spaced out.

"Did you, um, work today? I don't know if you go in on the weekends or not."

"Sometimes, but I didn't today."

"That's good. Nice to have a day off."

"I-Is that Sierra?" Farah suddenly asked, straining her eyes in the dim apartment before they suddenly snapped open, and she flew back on the couch, "What is that?!"

Turning, Amber discovered that Sierra had come out of the kitchen still in her succubus form but now wearing a black lace lingerie set. Doing her best to appear calm, Amber sped over and tried her best to force the succubus back, to no avail. "I told you to stay in the kitchen," she hissed, "And to not come out looking like a succubus."

"Well, I put clothes on at least."

"Hardly. What is Farah going to think? We need her here for the transformation, remember? You're going to scare her away."

"It will be fine," Sierra slipped past the woman and continued towards the couch.

"Don't worry, Farah, everything is OK," Amber did her best to comfort the woman, "That's Sierra; she's not going to hurt you."

"W-What is she?"

"She's-"

"I'm a succubus," Sierra interrupted, "And tonight, you're my little plaything. I can give you everything you've ever wanted and more." The succubus continued her approach, stopping briefly in front of the couch to admire her prey before leaning in and placing a long kiss on Farah's lips.

Amber watched as Farah's body went limp, the woman fully accepting the kiss. When Sierra stood up to end it, Farah was stuck in position, her eyes glazed over, and her mouth left ajar. She stayed like this for a few seconds before seemingly coming to her senses. Shaking off the shock, Farah left the couch and began crawling on her hands and needs until stopping at Sierra's feet. "What did you do now?" Amber whispered, concerned.