Chapter 1: Awakening
Darkness. Christina felt like she was floating in an abyss of ebony ink. Memories surged through her mind. She remembered being hit by a small bus or car. She had been on her way home. Distracted by her phone she had barely noticed the vehicle, before she was struck.
There was a hazy recollection of her lying on the ground, surrounded by shocked bystanders rushing to her aid. Though she felt a hint of pain and fear, it was not as bad as she had expected. Soon after, she surrendered to the soothing embrace of darkness.
For a moment Christina thought she was dead and to her surprise, she did not care too much. Her job had been boring, contact with her family was minimal, friendships were scarce, and she lacked a romantic partner. Perhaps, it was okay to surrender and let go?
Before Christina could give into those dark thoughts, she heard a woman's chuckle and a gentle touch to her shoulder. A moment later, the sensation of falling overwhelmed her, and just as abruptly, she opened her eyes, jolting up and drawing a deep breath. She wasn’t dead! Instead, she found herself lying on the frigid stone floor of what appeared to be an old temple.
It was a relatively modest space, better suited for a small chapel than a grand temple. The walls featured tall yet narrow windows adorned with red glass, while at the rear, a large, double-winged door stood imposingly. The ambiance was set by the ominous glow of hundreds of candles. As Christina gazed towards the front of the room, she noticed a stone statue portraying a young and alluring woman with horns. In front of the statue, roses and little trinkets lay scattered, probably placed there as offerings.
Rising to her feet, Christina felt a bit weak and dizzy, forcing her to lean against a nearby wall for support. As her gaze fell to the ground, she gasped, as she realized that she had been lying inside a circle adorned with intricate and ominous symbols which now dissolved into a thin, red mist.
"What the hell?!" Christina took a few tentative steps backward, fully alert now. Once the mist had fully dissipated, she looked around with heightened alarm, attempting to make sense of her bewildering situation.
A peculiar sensation enveloped Christina, and glancing down, she realized that her body felt somehow different, and she was only clad in what resembled a simple toga. Scanning her surroundings, she spotted a small hand mirror placed amidst the offerings. Curious, she picked it up to examine herself.
The mirror was an archaic little thing, crafted from polished metal. Nonetheless, it was enough for Christina to take a close look at herself, and it made her gasp in surprise. Her mundane, old appearance had vanished and had been replaced by astonishing beauty. Flawless skin, captivating contours, full lips, and remarkably large eyes now defined her reflection. Her plain brown hair had also changed and now cascaded as long, jet-black locks over her shoulders.
The remainder of Christina's body had also undergone a transformation. She felt like she had grown taller, and her figure had become incredibly alluring and curvaceous. Long, toned legs, a voluptuous and firm bosom, and perfectly round and supple buttocks made her stare at herself with an open mouth.
Christina reached out to touch her face in disbelief, just to make sure the mirror was indeed reflecting reality. While she could still recognize herself, the transformation had turned her into the most beautiful version of herself imaginable.
However, there had also been changes that felt like they belonged to another world. Her once dull green eyes had transformed into an intense crimson red, her ears had become long and pointy, her canines sharp and pointy and two elegantly curved horns had emerged from her head, giving her an almost demonic appearance.
Christina gazed up at the statue in astonishment and disbelief. Though crafted from simple wood, the resemblance was undeniable; her transformation made her look like it, like some sort of beautiful demon woman.
Chapter 2: Stepping outside
"Hello? Can anyone hear me?" After the initial surprise faded, Christina explored the chapel more thoroughly and called out for help. Unfortunately, no one responded. Eventually, she paused and thought about what to do next.
The chapel, though beautiful, was cold and empty. Christina needed a more comfortable place to stay. Additionally, she had to unravel the mysteries of her surroundings. Where was she? How did she get here? What had happened after the accident? On top of that, she felt strangely weak and exhausted. It was like an odd hunger or thirst, but not for food or water.
Approaching the chapel door, Christina stood in silence, attempting to listen for any indication of what lay beyond. There was no sound to betray what waited outside. After allowing herself another moment to gather her courage, she placed both hands against one of the door wings and slowly pushed it open.
Outside, it was nighttime. A cloudless sky adorned with stars stretched overhead as Christina stepped onto a plaza, surrounded by a peculiar city. The surrounding buildings exuded an aged charm, reminiscent of the medieval city centers found in old European cities.
Christina deduced that the plaza must be a religious site, as many of the surrounding buildings resembled temples or shrines, adorned with ornate symbols and statues that unmistakably conveyed a religious significance.
"Holy cow… where am I?" Christina murmured, walking onto the empty plaza, slowly turning in a circle to take in her surroundings. Suddenly, she stopped. A substantial building, evidently dedicated to some sun god, had captured her attention. "What the hell?" she gasped, noticing around a dozen light orbs magically floating over the temple's decorations, illuminating its statues and symbols.
"Am I hallucinating? Maybe I'm in a coma?" Christina pinched herself. She felt a slight pain, but as she looked back up, she was still in this weird, fantasy-like city. Her mind raced to find an explanation for the situation, but nothing seemed to make any sense.
Chapter 3: Meeting the locals
Once Christina had overcome her shock, she took some time to think and concluded that her plan hadn't changed much. She still needed a place to eat, drink, and rest. She briefly considered reaching out to the local police (or whatever the local equivalent was) but decided against it, uncertain about their trustworthiness. Instead, she thought it would be better to explore on her own and gather information firsthand.
With no clue which direction to take, Christina simply trusted her instincts and walked along a street that felt inviting. The larger streets were lit by street lamps, and upon closer inspection, she noticed they too were illuminated by the same peculiar glowing orbs as the temple of the sun god. What a strange place.
After a few minutes of walking, Christina's intuition was rewarded, and she could hear the sounds of people and music. Another few minutes later, she arrived at some sort of bar or tavern. Warm light and lively music emanated from within, and a considerable number of revelers populated the surrounding area.
Entering, Christina instantly felt the welcoming warmth enveloping her. The place was crowded, the air filled with the scent of alcohol and sweat, yet the lively atmosphere more than compensated for it. Everyone was dressed as if they were at some sort of Renaissance fair, and with wide eyes, Christina noticed peculiar individuals resembling Halflings, Elves, or Dwarfs straight out of Lord of the Rings.
Suddenly, Christina also noticed people staring at her. Initially, she thought it was because of how scantily she was dressed, until she remembered her horns and red eyes. Instinctively, she reached up, touching one of her horns, feeling a bit foolish for carelessly entering the place looking like a literal demon. However, to her relief, nobody seemed agitated or frightened. Indeed, most people just appeared a bit surprised, sizing her up before transitioning to a flirty smile.
Before Christina could make heads or tails out of her situation, a blond man walked up to her. He was handsome and tall, with a strong chin and deep green eyes. Adorned in leather armor and with a sword at his side, he resembled the hero from some sort of fantasy roleplaying game.
"Excuse me, my lady, I couldn't help but notice you," he said with a deep, alluring voice, and Christina could detect the scent of alcohol on his breath. "It's rare to see somebody of your kin in town, but it surely is a welcome surprise," he continued, initiating a flirtatious conversation with Christina.
“My kin?” Christina asked, and the rogue responded with a shrug.
“I mean Succubus. Granted, you are generally not exactly widespread, but in this town specifically, I haven't seen any besides you.”
“Well, I am just here to get a feel of the town,” Christina said vaguely, glancing over the topic.
Christina wasn't a stranger to flirting, but in her old life, she was somewhat of a wallflower. She had never been approached by such a handsome man only minutes after entering a bar. Blushing, she couldn't help but let out a girlish giggle as the charming rogue smiled at her.
Exchanging a few more flirty quips, Christina also noticed something peculiar. While talking to the man, she could almost feel his desire. It wasn't just reading his words and body language; there was something else. It was like another sense, enabling her to feel what he wanted, how he liked it when she acted submissive and shy.
"I am Kael. Kael Blackthorn. And those poor bastards are my companions," the dashing rogue said, leaning closer to Christina, putting an arm around her hip, and pointing back at his table. While Kale introduced them, Chrstina could not help but think that they looked like stereotypical adventurers from some sort of fantasy game: Thorin Ironhammer the dwarven fighter, Alaric Starwhisper the human wizard, and Aralyn Dawnstrider the elven ranger.
"It would be an honor for you to join us. Let me order you a drink!" He continued to woo Christina, and while she allowed it to happen, she focused more on this new, weird sense. It was as if she could read his desires and what kind of sex he wanted.
Kael wanted her on her knees, rump up and face down, so he could dominate her. He wanted her to submit, so he could feel like he had conquered her. Deep down he also hoped she would allow him to take her ass, but she knew, if they ended up in bed together, he would not try anything or even ask, as he didn’t want to scare her off.
Feeling all those things made Christina grow hot and aroused, making her act like a dizzy bimbo. She never had been very adventurous in bed, but now she felt totally enthralled by the idea of just giving in, and satisfying Kael's every whim. She even contemplated allowing him to fuck her in the backdoor, which her old self never would have allowed.
Looking around the table, she also sensed the others' desires. The Dwarf was annoyed and uninterested, the wizard flustered and secretly lusting after her, and the elven woman was jealous, but there was something else.
While Kael boastfully recounted their last adventure, Christina took a closer look at the elf. Absorbing her desires and ageless beauty, Christina sensed the elf's jealousy, but upon closer inspection, she realized the elf wanted her, not Kael. Their eyes crossed for a second, and the other woman blushed and looked away, pretending to be annoyed, while Christina clearly felt her overwhelming desire.
Christina had fantasized about other women but never tried to hook up with one. In her old life, she was average at best and struggled to find a boyfriend. How could she ever have a chance to seduce a good-looking lesbian? Now, however, she felt confident and she knew that the elf wanted her. Christina smiled, almost unable to comprehend how incredible good this all felt.
Looking back at Kael, Christina lost herself in his attractive smile and eyes. Feeling his satisfaction and pride for his flirting.
Chapter 4: Memories
When Christina woke up again, she found herself laying in bed with Kael and Aralyn in one of the guest rooms of the inn. Although her memories were somewhat hazy, she clearly remembered the excessive wine and flirting from the previous evening. Initially, Aralyn was aloof and cold, but as the night progressed, she warmed up, and ultimately, the three of them ended up in bed together.
In retrospect, it all felt a bit strange to Christina. She had never considered herself the type to hook up with a stranger at a bar, and Aralyn didn't seem easily charmed either. Nevertheless, all three of them seemed weirdly relaxed and open, making it easier for them to act on their desires. Christina had no complaints however, quite the opposite actually.
As she sat up and gazed at her sleeping companions, Christina smiled at the memory of their little adventure. As soon as they had arrived in Kael's room, he had been unable to restrain himself. He had pinned her against the nearest wall, showering her with passionate kisses while his hands had already begun to undress her.
Christina remembered his warm body pushing up against her, his strong hands exploring her breasts, and the feeling of his erect member pushing against his pants. She remembered how every touch felt much more intense and pleasurable than ever before.
In the meantime, Aralyn had stripped down. As Kael began undressing, Christina slipped onto the bed with the flustered elf. She had never been intimate with a woman before, still, somehow she instinctively knew what to do and could just blindly follow her intuition.
She shared a deep kiss with the elf, their bodies rubbing up against another, before she had begun to slip down, showering her lover's body with kisses, slowly making her way towards the wanting, wet fold between the elfs legs.
As Christina continued to pleasure her lover with her mouth, Kael joined back in. Taking advantage of Christina's seductively raised hips, he slipped his impressive member into her already wet and ready pussy.
What followed were hours of the most intense sex that Christina had ever experienced. All three of them seemed incredibly enduring and insatiable. They each experienced at least three or four orgasms, and Christina eagerly fulfilled her lovers' every desire, instinctively reading their wants and actively asking them to use her however they wanted.
As she let go of her memories, Christina was surprised to find that she felt amazing. Though she was a bit sore, she no longer felt weak or famished. On the contrary, she felt rejuvenated and empowered. Looking back at her lovers, she surmised that she somehow had drawn energy from pleasing them.
Pondering this new revelation, Christina also realized that she had almost completely forgotten about her true goals. Instead of gathering information, she had spent the night flirting and having sex. Shaking her head and donning her toga, she left the room, determined to make up for lost time.
Chapter 5: Exploring the City
As Christina strolled through the bustling city streets, the vibrant atmosphere of the day was a stark contrast to the nocturnal quietude she had experienced the night before. The sun's warm rays illuminated the cobblestone pathways, revealing the colorful tapestry of life in the city.
The sounds of laughter, conversations, and the occasional clip-clop of horse hooves echoed through the air. Street vendors lined the sidewalks, their stalls adorned with an array of goods, from exotic trinkets to aromatic spices. The tantalizing scents wafted through the air, enticing passersby to explore the diverse offerings.
Talking to the locals, Christina pieced together where she was. The city bore the name Edoria and was often referred to as the 'Gateway to the East.' It proudly stood as an independent entity, free from the influence of neighboring nations. Its governance rested in the hands of a council of merchants, overseeing a flourishing economy enriched by the presence of the Aurion Vein - the expansive river flowing through the heart of the city.
To the east lay the enigmatic 'Land of the Tribes', and to the west, the formidable Empire of Aurius, a powerful nation in its own right. Edoria, nestled in between, emerged as a crucial trading nexus, facilitating commerce between those regions.
As Christina delved deeper into the local lore, names of kings, noble families, gods, and other cities danced on the lips of the inhabitants. Yet, none of these names resonated with any familiarity. It became increasingly apparent that she had been transported far away from her old home in New York, finding herself in a realm that resembled something out of a fantastical tale.
Christina sat on the edge of a fountain, deep in contemplation about her situation. Resting her head on her hands, she pondered her next steps. How could she ever hope to get back? She knew magic was a thing in this realm, so maybe she needed a mage? But how should she pay for such services? Did she even want to go back? Her old life had been boring and dull, and she had gained so much raw beauty from simply being here.
As her thoughts swirled, a sudden movement caught her eye. A woman, adorned with horns similar to Christina's own, navigated the lively crowd. Surprised, Christina rose and strained to get a closer look. Indeed, there stood a horned woman with fiery red hair, making her way through the bustling square.
Intrigued, Christina decided to approach. If she was something similar to herself, maybe she knew something about her situation? Perhaps this woman held answers or guidance. Maybe she even knew why Christina was here or what all of this meant. With determination, Christina moved through the crowd, hoping for a connection that might shed light on the mysteries surrounding her.
Struggling to keep up, Christina lost sight of the redheaded woman. Once she finally reached the place she had seen her, she was gone. Hastily looking around, Christina tried to find her again before deciding to blindly follow the street.
Suddenly, a hand tapped Christina on the shoulder, and she turned around, confronted by the most stunningly beautiful woman she had ever seen. With perfect marble-like skin, curves to die for, a delicate face, big vibrant green eyes, and cascading long red hair. She was clad in a fine red silk dress and adorned with golden jewelry featuring green gems. What captivated Christina's attention most, however, were the pair of elegantly curled horns protruding from her head and the pointed ears.
"Oh, what do we have here?" purred the succubus, her voice dripping with allure. "Aren't you just delectable?" She trailed her gaze over Christina, eyes hungry with desire. Simultaneously, an electric wave of pleasure surged through Christina, a palpable dominance emanating from the enchanting redhead.
Christina found herself utterly captivated by the seductive aura of the other succubus. The atmosphere thickened with an intoxicating energy, and her heart raced with a blend of trepidation and anticipation. "W-who are you?" Christina stammered, a subtle curiosity creeping into her voice as she wondered whether she possessed a similarly enchanting aura.
“My name is Laressa, but I think you should simply call me ‘Mistress’” the succubus said with a playful chuckle, the air thickening with a potent mix of charm and dominance.
Chapter 6: Avatar of Pleasure
Christina had settled into the opulent sitting room, graciously accepting a cup of tea from her charming host. After a few more flirty words on the street, the redhead had extended a generous invitation into her lavish home, leaving Christina in awe of the sheer grandeur surrounding her.
As Christina raised her gaze, she couldn't help but notice the confident smile on Laressas lips, accentuated by every graceful movement that highlighted her flawless physique. From the simplest gestures to the most subtle actions, an undeniable undercurrent of sensuality and allure emanated from her. The aura of control and dominance she projected only intensified Christina's fluster, causing her to blush like a schoolgirl after nearly every word. The room seemed to pulse with an electric tension, leaving Christina both captivated and overwhelmed by the irresistible presence of her enigmatic host.
"I, um… thanks," Christina mumbled, sipping her tea as her host gracefully settled into a chair beside her, crossing her legs in a seductive manner.
"I believe you meant to say, 'Thank you, Mistress,'" Laresse corrected with a chuckle, taking a sip of her own tea. "So, you're rather new to all of this, aren't you?" she then asked casually.
"Y-yes! Yes, I am!" Christina burst out, her pent-up emotions finally finding an outlet. "I was hit by a car, and when I woke up, I was in that weird shrine. Everything about me has changed, and now I'm here, and nothing makes any sense!" she blurted out, relieved to finally vocalize the bewildering events.
"Ohhhh, so new!" Laressa exclaimed, leaning forward with a look that conveyed understanding, assuring Christina that she was being heard.
"I don't belong here. I live in New York, not wherever this is! I have no idea how I even ended up here! Please, tell me if you can explain all of this to me!" Christina implored, her desperation evident in her voice. The uncertainty and confusion painted across her face mirrored the tumultuous emotions swirling within her.
"I think I can explain a few things," Laressa said with a soft smile, her hand gently petting Christina's leg. "All succubi are made this way - saved from a boring life, reborn into a new, much more exhilarating existence." Her words hung in the air, carrying both a sense of reassurance and mystery, leaving Christina to absorb the implications.
"It's frightening at first, but I've never met a succubus unhappy with their new life. Most don't even remember where they're from," Laressa added, her voice carrying a soothing undertone. She gently lifted Christina's chin with her free hand, locking eyes with her. "How about you, dear? Besides everything being confusing, do you really miss your old life?"
“I… I am not sure yet.” Christina said, withholding that she had wondered about that before. Did she really want to leave? Wasn’t this better than what she had before? “B-but what does it mean? What am I?” She then changed topic, trying to make sense of her situation.
"In simple terms? An avatar of desire and pleasure," Laressa said with a grin. "I mean, look at you," she added, leaning back and gesturing towards Christina and her new, beautiful form. "You're stunning and eternally youthful - a fantasy come true for almost everybody who has the pleasure to lay eyes on you." Laressa carried on with admiration, outlining the essence of Christina's newfound existence.
Seeing Christina still struggling to grasp the situation, the succubi leaned in again, resting her hand on her newly made sister's leg. "Besides your beauty, you have some natural magic. You can read people's desires, attract those who crave the pleasure you offer, and exude an irresistible aura of awe and charm.
"That's why you and I are drawn together; you're submissive, and I am dominant. It's a perfect match," Laressa added with a chuckle, as if unveiling a secret that shed light on the nature of their connection. The air around them continued to hum with an intriguing blend of mystery and revelation.
"You don't need to eat or drink anymore, though you can still enjoy it. Instead, you feed on the pleasure of others. If you satiate their desires, you gain energy and strength," Laressa explained, shedding light on the fundamental changes in Christina's existence as a succubus.
"All you need to do is lean into it and let it happen," Laressa added with another seductive purr, her gentle hand softly petting Christina's leg, slowly wandering inward and up. As Christina looked up, she found herself lost in the deep, intense green of Laressa’s emerald-colored eyes.
"Would you like to let it happen?" The beautiful succubus asked, her question a seductive whisper. "Y-yes. Yes, I would love to do that," Christina stammered, caught in the overwhelming charm of the other woman. The air around them continued to pulse with a magnetic energy, leaving Christina in a state of enchantment.
"Come on, dear, you know how to say that properly," Laressa teased, her tone carrying a playful encouragement, with her hand almost touching the glowing warm spot between Christina's legs.
"Y-yes, yes, Mistress. I would like to submit to you," Christina corrected herself, her eyes half closed, her voice a soft and submissive whisper.
Chapter 7: Submission
Not long after accepting Laressas offer, Christina found herself in her new mistress's bedroom, pinned up against a wall. With ease, Laressa pinned Christina's wrists above her head using only one hand while keeping a firm hold around her delicate throat with the other. The sensation was both intense and alluring, and Christina moaned softly as Laressa began kissing her neck in a gentle yet powerful way.
Laressa pressed her body intimately up against Christina's, causing her to gasp in pleasure. The friction of their bodies grinding against each other sent shivers of ecstasy coursing through her. As Christina let out a moan of desire, Laressa pulled her around, and pushed her towards the crimson silk sheets of her bed.
Laressa continued to tease Christina, her fingers slipping under the strap of her dress in a tantalizing manner. As the dress slipped down, it revealed Laressa's gorgeous naked body, causing Christina to stare at her in awe. "Do you enjoy looking at me? "Laressa asked, clearly enjoying the hungry looks that her lover was giving her.
Laressa leaned down and retrieved a bundle of leather items from under the bed. With a devilish smile, she placed them next to Christina, gesturing towards her toga. "Strip for me, my lovely little pet. I have something much better for you to wear."
Christina moved quickly, driven by a strong mixture of excitement and desire. She attempted to show off her alluring form, trying to exude sensuality like Laressa did. But she knew that she had much to learn and was not yet as confident as her lover.
Laressa instructed Christina to stay still, and deftly pulled out a harness made of leather straps. She began wrapping them tightly around Christina's body, emphasizing her curves and drawing attention to her beauty.
After securing the straps around Christina's body, Laressa helped her into a beautiful pair of thigh-high boots. She meticulously laced them up, ensuring they were snug against Christina's skin. As Laressa worked, Christina admired her reflection in a nearby full body mirror, awed by the alluring bondage gear she was wearing.
With a dramatic flair, Laressa picked up an intimidating armbinder, which made Christina quiver with excitement. "I've always wanted to try something like this," Christina admitted, voice low with anticipation. "But I never had the courage to buy one."
"I know," Laressa whispered, her breath hot against Christina's ear. "But trust me, you'll love it. Once you're all tied up, you'll be my cute little pet." Helping Christina into the armbinder and fasten it with straps to her shoulders and torso.
Christina's eyes fluttered shut as she bit down on her lower lip. She blushed, knowing that Laressa was watching her every move as she tightened the lacing of the armbinder. With each pull, Christina's limbs were pushed together tighter and tighter, until her elbows almost touched, and she felt the material dig into her skin. "It's so tight, Mistress," Christina moaned, though she found herself enjoying the tight embrace of her new bondage.
Laressa chuckled in response, pleased with Christina's reaction. She reached around her tightly bound body and cupped her exposed breasts with both hands. She rolled her nipples between her fingers, eliciting a gasp from Christina, who leaned into her lover's embrace. The sensation of her nipples being played with sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but arch her back in pleasure.
"That's how it's supposed to be," Laressa whispered in Christina's ear, her breath hot against her skin. Her voice was low and husky, filled with desire, making Christina shudder with anticipation. Her mouth hung half-open, her body waiting to see what Laressa would do next.
Christina closed her eyes, savoring the sensations coursing through her body. She concentrated on the feeling of Laressa's touch: her lips on her neck, one hand playing with her nipples, and the other trailing down her curves before finally reaching between her legs.
Christina gasped in pure delight, as Laressa’s delicate fingers reached her fold, the feelings of desire and anticipation overwhelming her. As Laressa began to tease her with gentle rubbing, Christina found herself unable to contain her lust. Every touch seemed to send electric currents coursing through her veins, heightening her arousal. All else faded away, leaving only the intense pleasure that Laressa was expertly coaxing from her.
Releasing Christina's breasts, Laressa shifted her grasp to encircle her lover's throat again. Christina arched her back in eager invitation, spreading her legs wider as Laressa's finger trailed lower. With a trembling breath, her heart racing and her wetness growing more and more pronounced under Laressa's skilled ministrations.
At last, Laressa's finger pressed against the waiting entrance of Christina's tight pussy. Slowly but surely, she pushed inside, filling the woman's eager passage with the first of many strokes to come. Christina cried out in bliss, her body trembling with the force of her rising passion. The armbinder held her firmly in place, allowing Laressa complete control over both their movements and sensations.
With each nibble and touch, Christina's excitement continued to grow, her body yearning for more and more of Laressa's skilled attention. As Laressa moved to Christina's clit, the sensation was so intense that she could hardly contain her pleasure. Her back arched and strained against her restraints as she ardently sought more contact, every fiber of her being focused on the singular goal of finding release.
As Laressa continued to draw her closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy, Christina's self-control began to slip away. Moans and gasps of pleasure poured from her lips involuntarily, her body shaking with desire. Every stroke from Laressa's fingers sent ripples of sensation throughout her body, each one bringing her closer to the edge.
With every passing second, Christina felt herself becoming more and more lost in the euphoric sensations coursing through her body. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps as she tried desperately to maintain control over her rapidly escalating arousal. But it was clear that Laressa had complete dominion over both her mind and body; there was no escape from this intense pleasure.
"Let go, pet. Let go and come for me," Laressa huskily whispered into Christina's ear. The words were like a command as Christina's body tensed up, every nerve pulsing with lust. She opened her mouth, gasping for air as her eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of teasing touches and tantalizing caresses, Christina could no longer hold back. With a cry of pure pleasure, she was allowed to drop over the edge, her climax consuming her completely. The intensity of her orgasm was overwhelming, leaving her body shaking and spent, mind and body both completely surrendered to the blissful pleasure that Laressa had so expertly given her.
Christina's breath continued to come in ragged gasps as she tried to recover from the overwhelming pleasure she had just experienced. She was totally spent, feeling both a sense of vulnerability and powerlessness, as well as a deep sense of satisfaction at having given herself so fully to Laressa's desires.
As Laressa leaned in closer, Christina's senses were filled with the intoxicating scent of their shared arousal. The tender brush of Laressa's lips against her skin sent shivers of pleasure down her spine, making her heart race again.
"You're doing so well, pet. I'm so proud of you," Laressa murmured softly, her breath hot against the nape of Christina's neck.
The reassurance in Laressa's words filled Christina's heart with a sense of contentment and belonging. She had never felt so completely and utterly accepted, so cherished, and so desired as she did in this moment.
Chapter 8: Exploration
Christina woke up the next morning feeling exhausted, but also content and happy. After her first orgasm, Laressa had continued playing with her, putting her through intricate bondage, teasing and coaxing her to experience one intense climax after the other.
As Laressa was absent from the room, Christina assumed she was probably doing something around the house. With nothing urgent on her mind, she allowed herself to wake up slowly, stretching her tired limbs and enjoying the feel of the soft silk sheets on her skin.
After a while, Christina got up and began to search the big house on tiptoe, looking for her Mistress. She curiously explored the many rooms but soon realized that she was alone. Wondering if Laressa might be in town, Christina didn't know what to do next and continued to snoop around the house.
Eventually, Christina stumbled upon a cozy little library and became curious to learn more. She started to explore the room and noticed that none of the titles seemed familiar. It dawned on her how strange it was that she could read the books at all.
However, before she could think too deeply about that, Christina noticed a small book on a writing table nearby. “The Mistress: Patron Deity of Hedonism, Sadomasochism and Sex,” she read out loud. As she flipped through the pages, she noticed arcane symbols that looked familiar to the magical circle in which she had woken up.
Intrigued, Christina continued to read and eventually discovered that she had woken up in a shrine dedicated to ‘The Mistress’. She bit her lower lip and listened to the silence of the house to ensure she was still alone.
Determined to find out more about her situation, Christina grabbed the book and headed towards the exit. “I’ll come back later to talk more with Laressa,” she mumbled to herself as she grabbed a cape from the wardrobe near the door and stepped out, making her way back to the shrine of ‘the Mistress’.
Chapter 9: Back to the start
After crossing the bustling streets of Edoria, Christina found herself back where she had started. Armed with new knowledge, she realized that the cult of ‘the Mistress’ was likely a rather small organization, as its church was smaller than most other temples. Nonetheless, the building exuded its own unique aura.
Pushing open the heavy door, Christina stepped into the cool air of the small chapel, her footsteps echoing off the walls. Only a few candles burned, but their light filled the chamber with a warm glow.
Upon returning to the room, Christina took out her small book and began reading up on the cult. "The color red is considered holy…shackles and thorny roses are revered symbols…oh, ‘candles and hot wax are often used for ritualized punishment’, spicy!" she muttered, skimming through large sections before finally arriving at a chapter on arcane symbols.
"Ah, here it is," she exclaimed, slowly pacing around the room with her finger running over the words. "The cult of 'the Mistress' uses arcane circles to magically enforce contracts, typically centered around one person sexually submitting to another. The runes etched into the circle outline the boundaries and parameters of the contract, tailored to each agreement."
As Christina flipped through the various examples of arcane circles, a sense of deja vu washed over her. However, she couldn't quite pinpoint the source of the feeling until she turned to the next chapter and read on.
"The Mistress is also known as 'the Mother of the succubi.' She rescues lost souls with untapped potential from death's grasp, transforming those who accept her terms into succubi, half-demonic favored servants who revel in pleasure and overindulgence."
In that moment, everything clicked for Christina. The memories of her own contract came flooding back, overwhelming her with their intensity.
Chapter 10: The deal
As memories flooded back to her, Christina found herself awash with vivid recollections. She remembered floating in the void and hearing a seductive voice in the darkness. "Consider this: you are dead, and what have you achieved in life? A mundane boring desk job and a lonely home? I can offer you something much better. Would you like me to send you back? If you ask me, I will do so. However, there is another option," the voice said.
With a flourish, the voice summoned a full-length mirror before Christina, revealing the stunningly naked form of herself as a succubus gazing back at her. "Become one of my daughters, spread desire and excess in my name, and I will ensure you remain eternally beautiful," the voice promised.
However, Christina wasn't ready to commit. Despite the cloud of desire that shrouded her mind, she was determined to find a catch in the offer made by the demon, asking questions and trying to stall the conversation. The voice seemed to sense her reluctance and presented another proposition.
"How about I show you what your potential new existence could be like? You can see for yourself and, if you're ready, you may submit to me or reject my proposal. If you choose to reject it, I will return you to your old life, unscathed and secure, with no strings attached."
Christina suddenly remembered the stunningly gorgeous succubus within the mirror. The succubus teasingly played with Christina's mirror image, while presenting the enticing proposal. The beauty was undoubtedly the most gorgeous creature Christina had ever laid eyes on, with luxurious long red hair and emerald green eyes.
Chapter 11: Acceptance
"Laressa!" Christina exclaimed her lover's name, bringing her thoughts back to the present. She felt her legs growing weak as the realization hit her - her lover was none other than 'the Mistress,' the literal goddess of pleasure. "Laressa is the Mistress," she mumbled, articulating what her mind was gradually coming to accept.
"I have willingly submitted to her!" Christina then realized, as she pieced together the puzzle of her time in Edoria. "Before we had sex she asked me if i would like to let go and accept my new life and I said yes!"
Filled with a sudden sense of urgency, Christina rushed out of the temple and hurried through the bustling streets of the city. She skillfully maneuvered through the crowds, until she finally arrived at her lover's house.
However, instead of the lavish mansion Christina remembered, she found an old, run-down ruin. Christina slowly walked up to the building, gazing at it with disbelief. She vividly remembered it being a luxurious and well-maintained place, but now it appeared as though it had been abandoned and left to decay for years.
With the door collapsed, Christina had to climb through a window. Surveying the surroundings, she discovered the familiar rooms and even some of the furniture, left behind and forgotten for decades. After a brief tour, she returned to the sitting room, where she found a broken cup under a bit of rubble. She wondered if it was the one she had used during her conversation with Laressa.
Holding the broken piece of ceramic, she reminisced about her conversation with Laressa. "How about you, dear? Besides everything being confusing, do you really miss your old life?" she had asked, and as she slowly turned the old cup in her hand, Christina shook her head.
Despite the trick Laressa had played on her, Christina had to admit that the night with her had been the best she had ever experienced. If more like that lay ahead, she found herself not missing her old life. Discarding the broken cup, she walked up to the closest window and climbed out of the ruin.
"Maybe I should return to that tavern I found on my first night," she mused, dusting off her clothes. "Perhaps I can join Kael and his group. I think I would like to embark on some adventures with them," she added, stepping back onto the street with a smile on her face.