A Succubus Awakens Ch. 08

"Well-"

"Or when you would be back?"

"What are you, my mom?"

Despite her words, Gwen couldn't deny that Amy's tone, and her withering glare, was stirring something within her.

"Certainly not, but it's important that you check in, and I know where you are."

Gwen sensed what Amy was really getting at. The arousal made sense now. Amy was mad that she hadn't been here to satisfy her. With a smile she reached out and laid a hand on Amy's waist. Amy's arousal at the touch was obvious, but she slapped Gwen's hand away.

"Ow."

"You said yourself that you're more impulsive now. What happens if you lose control?"

"Then I suppose someone else gets what you want."

A smirk and a wink accompanied the taunt. Amy grabbed her by the wrists and stepped forward, pushing her back against the door and pinning her hands above her head. Gwen couldn't help the gasp of surprise. Amy looked pretty surprised herself. Her eyes were wide as she stared down. Gwen could easily overpower her and wrest herself free, but didn't struggle. Amy opened her mouth to continue, but hesitated. Gwen did her best to look timid and urged Amy on with the threads. She didn't want to give Amy the pavlovian treatment the way she did with Laura, but couldn't resist encouraging this burgeoning dominance. It seemed to work because Amy blinked a few times before her glare returned and she resumed her scolding.

"Will you please stop joking all the time?"

Amy's grip began to loosen. There wasn't any real anger behind her words, and the fire in her eyes had sputtered out. Maybe Amy was worried about hurting her? Gwen turned her wrists and grabbed back, intertwining her fingers with Amy's. It was trivial to push Amy and calmly move away from the door. With each step forward, Amy took a step back. Gwen locked eyes as she slowly turned them until their positions were reversed. Amy's back to the door, and Gwen's to the sofa, now mere inches away. She let go of Amy's hands and smiled.

"Make me."

Silence fell as Amy searched her eyes for confirmation. Gwen could feel her eagerness building and helped it along. Finally, Amy gave in and shoved her backward. The world tilted as she fell over the arm of the sofa. Moments later, Amy followed, landing on top of her with their legs tangled awkwardly over the arm. Gwen savored the weight pinning her down. Hair, silver and black lay all around them. Amy's mouth found hers. It was bliss. Laura was a toy to be used, but Amy. Amy was something special. Before she knew what she was doing Gwen found herself taking small gulps of Amy's aura. Not to feed, but to taste the sweet intoxicating flavor. As she did, she couldn't help but push some of her own aura back across the connections.

It wasn't the first time. Amy's aura had grown chipped and cracked, and Gwen had filled the spaces, spreading like a mold. Truly, she didn't want to compromise Amy, but something about the exchange felt intimate. Irresistible. The idea of Amy becoming a part of her, the way Laura was, stirred a hunger within her. She smiled against Amy's lips.

Hands gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled. Gwen did her best to help Amy disrobe her, undulating between the cushion and her lover without breaking their frenzied kiss until Amy pulled away to tear the garment over her head and toss it aside. Gwen took the opportunity to hastily slide the skirt she wore down her legs. It got caught just below the knees where their legs met. Before she could shift to a better position, Amy took hold of her and made an attempt to throw her further up the sofa, clear of the arm.

It was probably assertive and sexy in her mind, but Amy barely managed to move her half a foot, and the effort caused her to collapse on top of Gwen with a huff. Try as she might, Gwen couldn't suppress a trill of laughter. Amy propped herself up and glowered at her.

"Pretend that didn't happen."

"What didn't happen?"

"And that I'm still angry and intimidating."

"I've never been more intimidated in my life."

Amy shifted to straddle her, and Gwen finally squirmed out of her skirt. Amy carefully brushed her hair behind her shoulders and leaned down slowly. This time their kiss was tender. Sensual. Filled with a mutual love. Gwen couldn't help herself and began grinding against Amy, wrapping her arms around and clasping her hands together behind Amy's back. Amy joined her and they fell into a delicious heaving rhythm. Gwen savored the moment. Soaked in all the little details. Amy's chest pressed against hers. The cool air against her exposed skin. A loose strand of Amy's hair that tickled her up and down like a paintbrush with each thrust. Her hands slid lower, slipped beneath Amy's shirt. Amy shuddered as she traced her claws along her back.

Without warning, Amy withdrew and moved to stand. Gwen fought the feral urge not to let her prey go. She turned on her side and watched as Amy stood over her, looking down with the sternest face she could muster. Her cheeks were flushed and she was out of breath. She took a step back, then gestured for Gwen to stand. Curious, she followed the silent order. Amy grabbed her by the shoulder and turned her around facing the sofa. A pressure on her lower back told her to bend over. Was this really happening? She bit back a moan as she obeyed. Slowly but surely, Amy was changing. All the little pieces of her aura Gwen had planted over the past weeks, like seeds of corruption, were guiding her.

"This is for leaving without telling me where you went."

Amy's hand slapped her weakly. Clearly Amy was still worried about hurting her, but the fact that this was happening at all was enough to drive Gwen crazy. She let out a moan and closed her eyes, savoring the sensation. She let Amy feel it too.

"This is for breaking the rules. I told you, kissing only, and what did you do?"

Slap. A little harder this time.

"I seduced-" Slap! "Ah!"

"That was rhetorical."

Sweet prickling pain blossomed across her skin. This time Amy hadn't held back. Gwen craned her neck to look backward. Amy's face was even more flush than before, and her glasses were slightly fogged. Some embarrassment at what she was doing still lingered.

"Turn back around."

Slap! Gwen did as she was told, but teased over her shoulder, "You know I'm an evil demon who could easily overpower you right?"

"No, you're just a sex obsessed...whore." Slap.

Amy practically whispered the last word, but as always, hearing her innocent childhood friend talking dirty drove her crazy. She wanted more. An image came, unbidden, to her mind. Amy, treating Laura with the same cruelty that she did. It was almost enough to bring Gwen over the edge. Her control slipped and the wave of pleasure rushed unchecked, across the connection. Gwen saw Amy stagger in her periphery. Could she do it? She'd promised not to use the threads, not to manipulate Amy's dreams. None of that seemed important now, though. Not if she could teach Amy what it felt like. Giving in to her urges would change Amy forever. Gwen had long since lost her humanity, but was she willing to go that far? Warp sweet, innocent Amy into a monster herself? Worthy enough for a demon? The conflicting thoughts racing through her mind were cut off as Amy brought her hand down again. Hard.

Slap.

"That's for not taking anything seriously."

Gwen bit her lip and purred as she made a decision. She was glad to be facing away. The look on her face would probably be terribly frightening to a human.

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Angry red skin marred Gwen's perfect heart shaped butt where she'd been slapping her. To Amy, It felt a little like ruining a beautiful piece of art, but somehow she knew it was what Gwen wanted. Perhaps because she was being guided by the threads. Amy didn't really care. Maybe she should, but right now all that mattered was satisfying the craving that had built over the hour or so she'd sat waiting. Gwen had confided that she enjoyed it when Amy took charge, so she did her best to fulfill those fantasies.

The more pleasure she brought Gwen, the more she felt in return. Each time she struck, she was rewarded with a wave of euphoria that spread through her like a warm glow. It was addicting. She was beginning to understand why people enjoyed this. She felt powerful. Two weeks ago, she would never have imagined herself capable of violence against a partner. Familiar concern at how much she'd changed began to grow, but she set it aside. She was enjoying herself too much to care.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Can you?" Gwen's voice was mocking. They both knew the answer.

Amy brought her hand down again. Harder this time. The crack echoed off the walls, and for a moment, she was concerned she'd gone too far. Then she remembered that Gwen had supernatural strength and healing abilities. She would be okay. Thought ceased, and the world blurred as pleasure flooded through her. Was it Gwen moaning, or her? As she recovered, Gwen's perfect nubile body came into focus.

It really wasn't fair, Amy knew that others found her attractive, but she always felt enormous. Tall and doughy, she was convinced that men only cared about her oversized breasts. Since they'd begun dating, Gwen had convinced her to start appreciating herself more. It was difficult though, when she was dating a petite, carnal goddess with a body that was seemingly hand-crafted for seduction. Perfect hips, tight tummy, perky breasts. Jealousy bubbled up, but as always, it quickly faded. Gwen found her beautiful, and that was enough. The moment of introspection broke her urge to continue harming Gwen's exquisite body. But she still needed satisfaction.

Amy let go of Gwen's hip and stepped aside. When Gwen turned to look at her, confused, she simply pointed at the ground and ordered, "Kneel."

Excitement replaced confusion as Gwen eagerly obeyed. Her face was so easy to read. Amy tried to remember what it had looked like before the transformation and found that she couldn't. This was Gwen now, not the cloudy images in her memories. Any sadness the thought might have conjured was lost in the churning sea of desire she felt as Gwen looked up at her, waiting. Something inside her snapped and she reached forward, dragging her hands up the back of Gwen's neck, through her hair, until she found the rough surface of the horns and gripped them like handles. She pulled Gwen upward to her knees. Gwen placed her palms against Amy's thighs to stabilize herself and continued to look up at her.

"You know what to do."

Gwen simply nodded, and began working the clasp of her jeans. They hugged her thighs tightly as Gwen peeled them down until she could step out. She'd changed panties while she waited, and savored the look of surprise as Gwen took them in. A red lacy thong, the same color as the one Gwen often wore. If the dreams she'd authored were anything to go by, Gwen had a thing for lingerie. Amy bought it just after they'd first admitted that their relationship had become romantic. Until today, she'd lacked the confidence to wear them. They were high waisted, and emphasized her wide hips, and the size of her rear. When she tried them on in the mirror all she felt was embarrassment. Now though, watching the hunger in Gwen's eyes, she felt confident. Proud.

Gwen's hands slid up her thighs, around behind her, and took two handfuls of the flesh of her buttocks. Invisible claws brought little pinpricks of pain. Amy ignored the rising embarrassment. Gwen liked her butt, so instead she reveled in the shared pleasure. Gwen placed her head against Amy's groin, hugging her and planting a kiss on the crimson fabric. It was sweet, but Amy didn't want sweet right now. Gwen only had herself to blame. She pulled at the horns, forcing Gwen's neck to crane back, and her eyes to go wide with surprise. Gwen quickly regained her composure, leering up with heavy lids as she tugged the panties down exposing her.

"Put that tongue to good use."

"Mhmm" Gwen licked her lips. God it was long.

Each time she gave an order her confidence grew. Gwen liked it when she talked dirty, and she was beginning to like it too. It got easier each time. She would normally feel terrible about reducing Gwen to her physical traits or sexual ability, but the words came easy. Maybe Gwen was using the threads. It had become difficult to tell. Before, she could simply compare her actions against her personality to detect any anomalous behavior. Now though, she had changed enough that she wasn't sure what was voluntary and what was Gwen's will. The idea that she'd lost herself was both terrifying and thrilling. A warm pressure as Gwen's tongue slid along her crease shattered her thoughts.

Amy let out an audible hiss through her teeth. This is what she'd been craving all day. Satisfaction. Release. They were close. Gwen's soft tongue moved to the opening of her sex and tensed, becoming firm before writhing its way inside of her like an eel. Her body was ready, desperate, and welcomed each squirming inch as Gwen drove her tongue deeper and deeper. Further than Amy thought possible. She really was made for this.

Amy squeezed Gwen's horns, feeling the tangled hair within her grip pulling at Gwen's scalp. She didn't care. She drew Gwen harder against her, savoring the vibration as Gwen let out a muffled hum. Earlier today, Xavier had warned her against becoming Gwen's toy. Looking down at the succubus she was using to pleasure herself she couldn't help but laugh. Their relationship couldn't be any further from what he'd described. In a moment of unchecked lust Amy allowed herself to imagine that it was Xavier, rather than Gwen's tongue, that was inside her. It was an exciting fantasy, but it didn't last long. No man, no human, could do what Gwen was doing.

Gwen's tongue was a key. One perfectly suited to unlocking her body's secrets. No doubt she was using her new senses to intuit what felt best. Amy felt the telltale signs of a coming climax. Her muscles began to clench. Tingling warmth spread throughout her body. Gwen was clearly able to feel her swelling pleasure. She matched her exertions to its pulsating rhythm. Her mouth dropped open and she began to moan with each breath. She'd masturbaded before, on rare occasions, but had never been able to bring herself to orgasm. The few times she'd come close it had taken long enough to leave her exhausted. Yet Gwen could expertly bring her near to climax in a matter of minutes.

It was too early though. Gwen had made her wait, so she would get her fill. She pushed Gwen back. Gwen barely caught herself, blinking up at her, tongue hanging out and dripping.

"You're not done yet, come."

Amy snapped her fingers to emphasize the command and began strutting toward her bedroom, doing her best to project confidence despite knowing that her entire rear was on display. She attempted to sway her hips as she walked, the way Gwen naturally did. It must have had the desired effect because she felt a new pang of pleasure that she assumed was secondhand.

After a moment of stunned silence, Gwen responded, "Yes ma'am!" Amy could hear the smile in her voice.

Once in the bedroom, she took a breath and braced herself. As Gwen stepped in the doorway she mustered all the strength she could, took Gwen by the waist and threw her bodily onto the bed. Gwen let out a startled yip, though Amy suspected she had leapt into the toss to give herself more distance. Oh well, not everyone could have supernatural strength. Amy carefully removed her glasses, folded them and placed them on her bookshelf.

Still facing away from Gwen, she slowly stripped her shirt off over her head, and unhooked her bra. Felt the weight of her breasts as they fell free. A weight she was slowly learning to appreciate thanks to Gwen. She turned, looking over her shoulder and covering them with one arm, giving Gwen a tantalizing glimpse. Slightly blurry without the aid of her glasses, she could just make out Gwen beckoning her from the bed. Amy felt the pull of her beauty, the pleasure her body promised, the ecstasy in those smoldering eyes. Suddenly her mouth was watering. She swallowed and crawled onto the bed toward her prize.

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Laura watched the desperate girl on the screen smile and break. Declaring herself a slut, and submitting to her mistress. The moment she'd lost everything. It was her favorite part. Her fingers worked a frenzied dance across her swollen bud. Close. So close. The girl on the screen heaved and shuddered, collapsing and screaming. Her stupid smile fell, and her mouth hung open as ecstasy consumed her. Laura felt the same ecstasy growing close. Her hand froze. She whimpered and futilely bucked her hips in the air as, once again, climax eluded her.

She collapsed to the sheets, soaked in sweat from her repeated attempts, and cried. Why did Gwen do this to her? And why did she love it? In the video, her mistress stood and sauntered toward the camera. The video ended as she leaned in. The horns, the sharp deadly claws, those cruel eyes, slightly bigger than normal. Since that day she'd seen her mistress for what she really was. A terrible, beautiful monster. The dreams had been prophetic. Laura pushed herself up on shaking arms and swung her legs off the bed.

For as long as she could remember, she'd been confident. Proud. Strong. Fought tooth and nail to prove that she'd earned everything she had, rather than been handed it. Gwen Weston, once Amy's diminutive little side-kick, had stolen it all from her. The worst part was that she didn't care. Not really. Not anymore. Given the choice between freedom or simply being able to orgasm, she knew what she'd choose. She was Gwen's toy. That was her place. No use fighting it. Gwen had said she could text her. Beg for release. Laura knew it was pointless, that Gwen just wanted to torment her. She sent a text anyway.

Her legs nearly buckled when she stood. She ejected the SD card with the footage and held it. She yearned to watch it again. To watch the proud woman she used to be, give up on everything in exchange for pleasure. Jesus, she really was broken. She needed to study. Instead she took her nipple in hand and pinched, just as her mistress had done. A husky moan escaped her lips.

"I'm your slut. Your toy." She whispered to herself, re-enacting the moment.

Movement in the corner of her eye caused her to freeze. A mirror sitting on her dresser. She was a mess. Running makeup. Naked and shining with sweat. Red puffy eyes and matted hair. She let go of herself. She had class tomorrow. There was homework to do. Tests to study for if she wanted to have any hope of surpassing Amy.

Amy. Gwen was with her now. Part of her hoped Gwen treated her just as cruelly. Part of her hoped that her mistress reserved that treatment for her. That she was special. In either case, Gwen had chosen Amy over her. Anger rose up. Not at Gwen, the person who'd ruined her, but at Amy. Amy had always been in the way of what she wanted. Even now, reduced to a monster's plaything, Amy was an obstacle. Laura looked down at the SD card in her palm. But maybe not an insurmountable one.