Drow's Dilemma Ep. 106: Recruit

She could not ignore it.

Soon, her whole body began to tremble, to teeter on the edge of something that she had only allowed herself on occasional, wicked moments before she wore her habit. "No..." She whispered in a strained tone. Then her body tensed, her breathing stopped completely, and her eyes bulged in surprise and pleasure for several long seconds. The demons gathered around her even closer, flesh against flesh draining... something. But not just draining, giving also. She felt as if her soul was being shredded, and the great rends that were made were being filled with burning, corrupting sap.

And it made her Horny.

"Yes..." Iris whispered into Alena's ear as the nun protested. "Give into the delight. Bathe yourself in the pleasure. Free yourself from the restraints of your oppressive god." Her arms tightened around Alena as the nun began to shudder. Her legs also tightened together and a gasp of orgasm escaped from her own lips.

As it did from several other of the succubi, including Magnolia. Alena was almost completely enveloped in soft, warm, womanly flesh as the succubi embraced and kissed her, leaving only the nun's face still exposed so that she could continue staring at Lilac astride Caleldir.

Lilac, aroused to wild levels at the look and feel of the human woman taking that first important step into becoming one of their own, bounced wildly on Caleldir's cock. Something in the back of her head told her that she should probably save his current erection for Marigold, but she didn't care. He gripped against Dahlia as he orgasmed into Lilac yet again. He would recover soon enough. They had several hours left to play with him.

The entire Seduction felt the effects of the combined orgasms from their captives. It was quite powerful. When she had the consciousness to do so, Lilac made to pull herself off of Caleldir's dick. In a rather bizarre fit of protest, Caleldir did something for the first time, and that was to try to prevent a woman from getting off of his dick. Not that he had much leverage or free hands, but he did attempt to pin her thigh with his in such a way that she would find it more difficult to get off of him. Of course, it did no good. She easily flopped to the soft, luxurious bedding that surrounded them. She let out a dazed, breathy chuckle, almost high from the pleasurable influx of power that she received from the whole situation.

Magnolia pulled her face away from Alena's pussy, with a self-pleased expression. "Well, are we ready for the main event?" she asked the rest of the Seduction.

The succubi were all for carrying forward with their plan. Excited murmurs and words of agreement filled the room as everyone looked toward Dahlia for the final say. Dahlia remained where she was, though she did take a moment to curve her flexible body forward to affectionately kiss Caleldir again. She was excited and wished she could pull her master away and ravage him again. Unfortunately for Caleldir, she also wanted to watch that pretty little nun feel her first cock.

"I can feel your desire," Caleldir whispered to Dahlia in another desperate attempt to delay the inevitable. "You should take me instead. Claim me as your own. Not share me with the nun."

Dahlia stroked her nails across Caleldir's flesh for a moment as she powered her way through the temptation of doing as her master suggested. It really was an appealing image in her head: taking him again while all her sisters watched. But making him penetrate this future succubus and help her down this path of destruction was more erotic by far. Not to mention better for the strength of her seduction. "Later." She told him with a smirk. "Right now, I'm in a very giving mood." She turned to the rest of the Seduction. "Yes. Let's have some more fun."

"What? No! Let me go, please let me go!" Alena tearfully protested. She didn't know what the main event was, but if it carried along with the theme of her recent capture, then she wanted nothing (and everything) to do with it.

Despite the protests, the succubi were all determined. They lifted and placed Alena onto Caleldir's lap as if she was nothing more than a doll. He found himself looking at the naked nun astride him. Which was slightly a surprise, since he had expected the plan to be to use him like Rostimira had, forcing him to fuck Alena by thrusting his hips into her. But the plan seemed to be instead to manipulate her into the 'dominant' position. Which made more sense, in hindsight, since they were trying to turn her into a succubus. For the moment, she was actually more important to the Seduction than he was. She was going to be One of Them. He was just contracted with one of their members, not himself One of Them.

Caleldir tried to smile at the nun, but he looked pained. "I am sorry..." he muttered to her.

"You see how beautiful she is? Don't you want to know how it feels to have her pussy stretched around your cock? To delve deep into her core until she writhes with rapture astride you?" Lilac taunted him as she nipped at his earlobe, which dashed his theory that the succubi had reduced him to just a toy to use in Alena's corruption.

The words caused him to shiver in anticipation as much as her nipping. Why was he excited to feel Alena? He had had sex with a stunning number of women, this sort of thing should have been positively blasé by now. And yet, it was not. His manhood was beginning to quirk back to life against Alena's flesh.

Alena looked wide-eyed down between her legs at Caleldir's growing cock. Her hand widened and twitched. She wanted to touch him. Just to see what it would feel like in her hands. But her mind recoiled in horror. This was wrong! This was so wrong! And Caleldir's clear dislike of this entire situation made it so much worse!

Without warning, a hand grabbed hers and forced it against Caleldir's manhood as if one of those wicked women knew what she had been thinking. He felt so warm and smooth and still a little wet from that other demon who had just finished taking him. How would it feel inside her, stretching her core?

"Please let me go back. I don't want to go to hell," she said in a soft, trembling voice.

"She wants you so bad, look at her," Lilac continued to whisper in Caleldir's ear. "She's in denial, but she wants nothing more than to feel your seed inside her. I think her life would be improved with us, don't you? Wherever she was, they did not treat her perfectly normal urges with kindness. Their god is a weak, cruel, short-sighted fellow, it seems."

Alena's hand around his dick felt good, of course, but her reaction killed a lot of the sexiness. Lilac was quick to turn the situation into one that did not deflate his erection by her whispering. Caleldir swallowed.

Meanwhile, Iris was the first to respond to Alena's complaint. "You are at no risk of going to Hell," she said soothingly.

"Indeed not," Magnolia said callously. "We live up here now. No need to go back to that sweltering place. Our Boudoir there was rather destroyed anyway."

"This will instead feel like Heaven," Iris whispered to Alena. "Embrace it. You are not fooling anyone. We all feel the depth of your desires."

After giving the new recruit time to get a feel for the silken-smooth harness of Caleldir's member, a couple of the succubi moved in for the next stage of the Plan. They lifted her again, slightly this time until her sex was lined up with his. She struggled, but not nearly as much as she thought she should, deep down in her soul. Great God forgive her, she wanted to feel what it was like to be filled by a man since her first moon. That had always been her great weakness and the reason why she was so dangerous.

If Alena struggled, so did Caleldir. But also like Alena, his struggle was rather half-hearted. Mostly because he was more or less resigned to the inevitability. He felt terrible, but there was no escaping it. The succubi would make him have sex with the ex-nun. There were no two ways around it.

The growing height of shame she dwelt on shattered when she felt the tip of his cock easily slide into her entrance. She let out a relieved sighing moan. Yes. This really was what she wanted, and it was so worth all the wanting. Her body trembled as she fought with her own conflicting emotions and that dark pit that she could swear she could feel growing in her Soul. With every inch she slid down, that pit both got deeper and less worrisome.

"She's giving in - do you see it?" Lilac continued her whispers. "Look at that pleasure on her face! Don't you want to touch her? To give her more pleasure?"

By the end of those words, Alena was firmly impaled onto his dick. Despite both of their protests, it was clear that both of them were also feeling great pleasure from the experience. A fact that did not go unnoticed or un-noted by the succubi. Lily especially, who was taking great delight in pointing things out to him.

And, of course, Magnolia continued on as Alena's version of Lily. "We all feel what you are feeling. You have that deep desire that called us to you. You belong with us. This is what you were meant to do. To give yourself away in wild pleasure, to suck the essence from men and enjoy every moment of power."

Caleldir heard both succubi's whispering, but could only respond to Lily. "I am not going to be part of this," he said, though the gasping pleasure defeated the sulkiness.

"Well then, you'll just draw things out. That works too," Lilac taunted in Caleldir's ear.

Caleldir was in a bind. Regardless of what he did, the succubi would win. If he gave in, the corruption would be faster, and they could enjoy his fall. If he did not give in, the corruption would be slower, and they could enjoy the process for longer, drawing out and savoring each laboriously pleasurable moment.

All in all, this was a very pleasant hell. Which was par for the course for succubi.

Meanwhile, the succubi began to force Alena up and down on his cock. They could only go so fast, however, when neither of their captives was willing to participate. It was bizarre, being puppeted against a puppet, with all the succubi vicariously enjoying the pleasure from the two non-succubi in their midst. But, as Lilac said, it only meant more time for the succubi surrounding them to undulate their bodies against them and each other, to moan and giggle in the pleasure they forced upon the two of them.

"Give in to the pleasure..." One of them said in an order that was echoed across the boudoir.

Alena struggled at the beginning against the strange sensation of Caleldir's cock moving in and out of her. It felt wonderful deep in her body. It was feeling more wonderful by the moment. Soon she was gasping again, feeling herself on the edge of wicked, sinful orgasm.

Predictably, Alena was closer to orgasm than Caleldir was. He had already been pretty severely drained by the Seduction, all of whom had slid their slick pussies up and down his cock to at least two orgasms now, while Alena was just starting her strange gangbang. He could feel her beginning to orgasm. He started to overflow with a desire to try to help her. "Can I embrace her?" he asked Lily and Dahlia in a low voice, in Infernal so that Alena would not be able to understand.

It was a good thing that Alena's moans of pleasure and despair drowned out the infernal language that Caleldir used to ask a question of the main two succubi holding him down. Otherwise, she might have thought that Caleldir was in league with everyone doing unspeakable things to her. As it was, the potential future succubus was lost in her body's inevitable build toward climax.

As for the questioned succubi, Lilac was quick to move herself away from his arms. Of course he could embrace her! She had been whispering in his ear all this time to get him to give in to the corruption and participate in this demonic act. To her, it seemed that Caleldir was doing just that. How could he not? She was, of course, the most seductive and persuasive of this whole Seduction (a belief that every single succubus there held for themselves, of course.)

Dahlia... was not so sure. This almost seemed like a ploy. In the end, she gave Caleldir the benefit of the doubt. It wasn't like he could get away unless they allowed it. There were simply too many of them. She pulled her arms away from him and shifted away until she was resting on her stomach at her master's head. "Don't try anything too stupid."

In the end, it was a ploy. Of sorts. Not so much to try to escape or even to sabotage her transformation, but to do something else.

Biting back an orgasm, mostly out of bloody-mindedness, of course, Caleldir sat up and embraced Alena as the succubi manipulating her took her closer to climax. Before she hit her peak he whispered to her, using just enough magic that she would be able to hear, and the others would not (unless they used their own arcane knowledge to analyze what he was saying, of course). "Alena, I cannot stop this transformation. I am afraid that it is inevitable; you are going to become a succubus. I am deeply sorry. But just because you are going to change does not mean that you need to lose who you are. Remember yourself, Alena! Never forget yourself. If you can keep your mind, what they do to your body will not matter."

Alena embraced Caleldir in return, an almost death-grip on his body. She needed something to cling to - something that wasn't currently forcing two people to rape each other. And if that meant that she was embracing the man who was technically raping her, then so be it. Even in that slightly more awkward position, the succubi managed to keep their hips moving just enough that the human was pushed over the edge of orgasm once more.

Still, the words Caleldir spoke to her as her body shuddered uncontrollably registered somewhere in her mind. She could keep herself, or at least some form of herself. ...But. Wouldn't that be even more painful? To know and care about the corruption she underwent? To be her own Self trapped in a body that craved all things evil to the point of insanity? It was already torture being who she was living in the society she was born into. What greater torture would it be, this next existence? She wanted to die. Even if it was just in her mind.

No matter how many times Caleldir went over it in his mind, the situation was simply too bizarre to be properly processed. Especially when Alena began to hold onto him for dear life. Neither of them wanted to be in this situation, neither wanted to be having sex with each other, and both of them were enjoying it, and clinging to each other as their anchor in this madness.

In the end, they might actually end up having a strange fondness for each other.

The human, emotions and hormones raging through her body, began to break down into tears. Perhaps she was being excessively dramatic, but she couldn't help herself. Everything was changing so quickly and she was so scared and so horny.

Caleldir could tell that Alena was feeling very ambiguous about his advice to remember herself, but he did not know what her exact objections, so he remained silent. Right up until, after her orgasm, she began to cry. That would have withered his cock right away, but the succubi were keeping him erect (and his semen still present despite his balls having been physically drained long ago), so his member stayed hard inside of her. Now knowing what else to do, he gave her a comforting squeeze. "The succubi seem happy, at least?" he tried to assure her. "And they are not truly damned. If you are worried about your eternal soul, just strive to be more than the average succubus. It is not all bad. You get youth, beauty, immortality, and power. Embrace not just your new form, but your old mind, and you can be More than ever." Like before, he was speaking to her magically, to keep the succubi from ruining his attempt at comfort.

He did not altogether believe what he suggested was possible, but at least he would try to comfort her.

In her mind, Caleldir's words so opposed her worldview that it scared and confused her. She was becoming a demon physically. It didn't matter what her mental views were. Her body and her desires had already brought wickedness. She had already been teetering on the edge of Heaven and Hell. Becoming a nun was the last, desperate effort to perhaps salvage what was left of the wicked soul and body that she was cursed enough to be born with. Her tears did not dry. She did not stop clinging to him. She could not stop herself from trembling.

Caleldir knew almost nothing about the religion that Alena was a part of. It might have been an offshoot of Primism (also called the Cult of the Eternal), given her references to a singular god and a monastic tradition, but her theology was clearly different than his own. The Monks and Nuns of the Eternal largely practiced celibacy and greatly frowned on sexual immorality, but they also had nothing against succubi or other 'demons' so long as they consented to follow the rules they laid out. Someone turned against their will into a succubus would have been worked with in order to overcome their nature.

Not that that had worked out all that well, yet, but Birchborn had her theories.

"You are distressing her quite significantly, Caleldir," Dahlia observed aloud. She had some idea that her master was attempting communication with the transitioning human, she just didn't know what he was saying to her.

"That is quite enough embracing. You can touch her, but lie back," Lilac ordered. Alena had orgasmed, which had sent the Seduction into waves of pleasure and corrupted her soul that much more... but Caleldir was being too stubborn. A couple of the succubi pried him away from her with unyielding strength. Caleldir resisted the being forced away from embrace, but was unable to prevent it. Then they set back to work on forcing Alena's hips up and down, pulling her body almost the entire way off of him, then engulfing him firmly and completely. Alena didn't struggle as much as she had before.

They were clearly trying to get him to orgasm at this point. Which, as he was determined not to, meant that they puppetted the two of them into having sex with each other for quite a long time. But no matter his stamina or willpower, the succubi's magic could not be warded off forever.

As the Seduction forced the couple to move together, they drew another orgasm from Alena. And another. Each orgasm seemed to come easier to her; she was losing herself to the pleasure, letting go of the thoughts that terrified her. If she could just tune everything out, perhaps her mind would still be there somewhere when they finally gave her a moment to rest. That was the latest coping mechanism, anyway, and one of many completely useless ones she had tried during what must have been forty minutes of being made to couple by the tireless demons.

After an unknown length of time that flowed together into a few seeming short minutes and stretched out over seeming hours, he clenched and gasped, and his resistance was over. He let go a stream of his seed into the nun. Only then did the succubi release their hold on the two of them. Perhaps they didn't even do so on purpose; all of them seemed to be dazed with the pleasure and power boost they received from all that forced fucking. Alena fell onto Caleldir's chest and her breasts and stomach and legs pressed against his chest and stomach and hips. She let out a sighing breath. Alena could feel his seed pump into her still, like a throbbing at her entrance and a feeling of unprecedented wetness. She likely should have pulled her body off of him - should prevent as much of his cum from getting inside her as possible - but couldn't bring her pleasure-drunk body to move.

The succubi let the two of them (and themselves) recover for a little while. But not forever. Soon, they were back up again, eager to drive Marigold into her True Form.