Suddenly A Succubus
Chapter 26.2

Earlier that night

Amara’s body seized with pain, and she felt a torrent of hellfire surround her. She let out a piercing scream, her hands grabbing her head as she tried to block out the pain, when she suddenly felt a terrible lurching sensation. It was like she was falling, catapulting through space at impossible speeds while also crashing through imperceptible waves of an unknowable liquid. When the spinning stopped, and the flames subsided, she found herself on her hands and knees, panting heavily. Every fiber of her body screamed with pain and exhaustion, which didn’t make sense. She’d just spent an hour with Tessa, fucking her senseless while feeding on her every desire; how could she be this tired already?

Summoning all her strength, she forced herself to raise her head and look around. She was in a small, dark room, only lit with a series of candles on the floor. She noticed four shapes, all wearing dark cloaks, and one of them began to talk as Amara began moving.

“So nice of you to join us, Amara.”

She recognized that voice, it was far too smug to forget: Sebastian Wellington. She glared at him, her eyes trying and failing to manifest hellfire as her anger grew. “What the fuck did you do to me?”

Sebastian smirked, and a pretentious laugh filled the small room. “You know, when your friends show up to try and save you, I need to remember to thank the angel. If she hadn’t shot you in the back, this would have been so much harder.” He raised a hand, and Amara saw he was holding a small towel covered in her blood.

Without a second thought, Amara leaped at Sebastian, desperate to stop him from using her blood to bind her will. She only made it a few feet before colliding with an invisible wall, one that felt all too familiar. Beneath her, she saw a series of runes and sigils that thrummed with magical power. She was trapped in another circle, and now the cult had her blood. Were they planning on enslaving her? The thought was sickening, and she threw herself at the barrier a second time, hoping to break through.

“You fucker! Give that back!” Amara screamed. She continued attacking, but immediately felt the limits of her weakened body.

“Amara, stop,” Sebastian said. As his words filled the chamber, a powerful urge to obey his command surged through Amara. Without thinking, she ceased her assault on the barrier, doing exactly what the cult leader wanted.

No! They already have control!

“Step back, to the center of the circle.” Again, Amara’s body obeyed. She walked backwards until she was in the center of her prison, but this time she tried to pay attention to the magic. She’d broken through magical prisons before, and if she could find the limits of the spell, she might be able to do it again.

“Now, you may have noticed that we’re not alone. These three wonderful gentlemen were kind enough to delay their own ascension in favor of a different reward. You see, I’d prefer my ceremony not be disrupted, and they volunteered to… keep you busy. You’ll be a good girl for them, won’t you?”

As Sebastian finished speaking, the other people present pulled their hoods down. The first cultist had short, blonde hair with a matching goatee. His bright blue eyes eagerly ran up and down Amara’s body, and she immediately remembered that she was wearing another set of skimpy athletic gear. The clothes on her body didn’t feel as snug as they had before her strange teleportation, and she wondered if they’d gotten damaged in the hellfire.

The second cultist had long, black hair that had been tied behind his head. His eyes were brown, and he wore an equally lecherous look on his face. The last person in the room had short, lightly tousled brown hair, and he was by far the most excited person in the room.

Brandon.

Just like Brandon, the other two cultists were students, and all three of them reeked with arousal. Amara could smell their eagerness, and it only grew stronger with each passing second.

“Now, I’ve got a date with destiny. You all keep it down, will you?” Mr. Wellington tossed the bloody towel aside, laughing to himself as he left the room.

As the door closed behind Sebastian, Brandon stepped forward to take his place. “I’ve been waiting far too long for this, Amara. I can finally take what you owe me.”

“I don’t owe you shit, you pervert!” Amara said.

“Shut up!” Another wave of magic washed over Amara. She focused on how it felt, observed the compulsion that traveled through her and forced her to stop talking. Though she was now quiet, she continued glaring at Brandon. “From now on, the only words that leave your mouth will be to heighten our pleasure. You will also refer to me as Master at all times. Understand, pet?”

She knew what Brandon wanted to hear, and though he didn’t outright ask for it, she felt another wave of compulsion pushing her to respond. This time, she briefly tried to resist it, hoping to test its limits. “Y-yes… Master.”

The compulsion is strong, but it’s not all powerful. I might be able to break it.

“How about we introduce ourselves?” Brandon gestured to the blonde man with the goatee first. “This is Chris. Shake his hand and give him a nice smile.”

Amara held out her hand, a warm smile appearing on her face despite her intense desire to punch everyone present in the face. Chris reached out, gently introducing himself before leaning in to kiss her hand. Were it not for the compulsion, she would have rolled her eyes. “So excited to be here. Ever since I heard those pictures of yours weren’t fake, well… I knew I had to see for myself.”

Brandon spoke up again, this time introducing the last cultist, the one with the long, black hair. “This is Mark, greet him the same way.”

“You’re a real fucking catch, you know that?” Mark said, his grip much more demanding. He was openly leering at Amara’s breasts, which were still somewhat contained in her sports bra, but she could feel the fabric starting to give. As they finished shaking hands, and Amara’s fake smile faded, she felt as if she had a decent understanding of the strength of their binding magic.

It was certainly powerful, leaps and bounds beyond what Brandon had put together underneath the Science Building all those weeks ago. Ever since then, however, Amara had grown significantly stronger; she was no longer a helpless student who didn’t understand her abilities. Although she was still weak from the summoning, she was confident she had enough strength to break through the compulsion and free herself from the circle. The real problem would be anything that happened afterwards.

If she exhausted herself breaking free, she wouldn’t have enough strength to keep Vee and Tessa safe. A fight with the cult, with hordes of demons, would only end in disaster.

Of course, if I had a way to get my strength back before breaking out… And wouldn’t you know it, I’ve got three horny idiots right here. Is Brandon really that stupid? Would he really repeat the same mistake that gave me the upper hand last time?

“Amara, burn your clothes away, then reveal your true form,” Brandon said. She hated how smug he was, but started to take solace in the irony of the situation. The more she could turn them on, the more she fulfilled their sexual fantasies, the easier it would be for her to break out and take down Sebastian.

I’m a succubus, aren’t I? A literal sexual predator? Why shouldn’t I wring these assholes for every drop of energy I can get?

With a devious smile, Amara summoned a small inferno of hellfire and burned away the last shreds of her clothes. Even this display of strength was enough to tire her out, but thankfully the auras of the men watching her were so strong she had already started feeding. With her clothing gone, she manifested her true form, her wings, tail, and horns returning to her. She stood proud, her naked body on full display. If nothing else, she refused to show weakness, and ever since her photos had started circulating, she’d started understanding the effect her body could have on people.

“Holy shit,” Chris said, “your photos don’t do you justice. This body is unreal.”

“You think she’s this tight everywhere?” Mark asked.

Brandon laughed, gesturing to the other guys to wait. “Oh, I have no doubt about it. Before we start, though, we have some ground rules to set up. The first is more of a fun fact, actually; Succubi only feel the pleasure of their partners, so we don’t have to bother with trying to make her enjoy this.”

Only partially true, I could totally cum on my own. Still, he’s not entirely wrong, either, I’m more likely to have more fun if they’re focused on themselves.

“The other rules, though, are for you, Amara,” Brandon continued. “You are forbidden from taking our souls, no matter how many times we reach orgasm. You are forbidden from doing us harm. You may only put in effort if it’s in furtherance of our pleasure. Do you understand, pet?”

Ha! I wouldn’t be able to take your souls even if I tried. I can’t wait to wipe that smug grin off your stupid face.

“Yes Master, I understand,” Amara said.

“Now, tell us why you’re here. What’s about to happen.” Brandon’s arousal was practically off the charts, and she hadn’t even touched him yet. It was almost exciting, thinking about the buffet that was waiting for her.

Amara put on her sexiest voice and did everything she could to play up her own excitement. “I’m here to be your perfect little fuck toy! I’m going to give all of you the strongest orgasms you’ve ever felt, and beg for more every chance I get.” As her words ended, she smelled another surge in arousal from the men around her.

This is too easy.

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