Commission: Megan Skye Earns Her Demon Wings (Part 7) (18+)

Summary: A soft-spoken, kind-hearted woman gets roped into a new job as a succubus.

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Summary: A soft-spoken, kind-hearted woman gets roped into a new job as a succubus. This is a commissioned piece for AltrixWrites.  It is free to read for whoever.

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Megan Skye Earns Her Demon Wings

Part 7

Today was the big day. The start of a strange, new, wonderful chapter for Megan's career prospects. Her first day working as a newly minted succubus. She wasn't sure if she felt entirely ready to take the plunge, but she had to admit that Kamika's lessons were giving her a lot of ideas of what she could do.

If nothing else, she made absolutely sure that she looked the part. Standing in the nude, Megan looked over herself in the mirror.

Her skin had developed something of a shine to it, as if she had committed to a full bevy of waxing. There wasn't a single hair follicle on her entire body... well, apart from her typical silvery hair, which had now reached to her knees. Her fingers examined her body, admiring her smooth, blemishless skin. It had taken on a certain hot-pink quality, more striking, more alluring. Pink was the colour of love, after all.

Her legs had thickened, more pronounced; she had gained half a foot overnight, standing at a striking 5'11. Of course, the ebony horns that curled from her long hair added at least another foot. She wondered if their sheer size would be off-putting or difficult to manage; they certainly looked heavy, but she didn't seem to mind terribly. She hoped she wouldn't be bumping into things on doorways.

From her horns, she examined her face. Her pursed lips were luscious and dark. She licked her lips, admiring their dark pink colouration. The natural look suited her. Her reflection stared back at her, and she paused, gazing at her unfamiliar eyes. The whites of her eyes were overtaken by black sclera, and her irises seemed to glow with a curious shade of red.

It was like staring into the reflection of a stranger, but the tactile sensations surrounding her—the cool air on her skin, the flicking of her thin, spade-tipped tail, her toes, tipped with natural, magenta enamel nails, scrunching into the carpet, the tingly feeling of her pores flexing as breathing through her skin like it was a second pair of lungs—it was hard to deny reality.

She circled a finger around her perky naval as if to examine herself, sliding her hands over her pear-shaped hips. They travelled up to her chest; Megan admired the perfect roundness of her D-cup breasts, her fingers brushing over her large, pronounced nipples; they were sensitive, but not overbearing like they were before.

Megan was more familiar with her new body now. Maybe she could control her pheromones... she closed her eyes, focusing on her core. She breathed in deeply.

"One, two, three, and... let it out..."

Tssst. Her skin tingled all over; she grimaced, feeling her pores open as that familiar musky pink musk flowed freely.

"Okay, that's enough..."

And then the mist dissipated, billowing to the floor and ebbing away. It was like turning a faucet; she could control the flow with ease now. So long as she wasn't surprised.

BANG BANG BANG! CRASH!

"Megan!~ Hiiiiiiiiiiii!~~" A familiar, friendly voice blared through her house like a siren, bursting through the door to Megan's room.

"WHAT!? S-TAN!?" Megan jerked in her direction, instinctively covering her breasts; her tail rose up from between her legs to protect her modesty.

It was S-Tan, dressed in a cutesy idol skirt that barely went down to her knees. She hurried over to Megan, her eyes wide and inviting.

"Oooooh!~" S-Tan cooed, bobbing her head back and forth. "You look drop dead gorgeous, Meg! I knew I made the right choice scouting you out!~"

"T-THANK YOU BUT I'M NAKED RIGHT NOW???" Megan blustered, her cheeks darkening furiously as she crossed her legs.

"Aw, you don't gotta worry about that stuff, we're friends! Work mates!" S-Tan beamed. "Mi casa es su casa~"

"THIS IS MY CASA!" Megan objected. "What're you- AGH!?"

Megan could only flinch as S-Tan examined her breasts with excited squeezes; the pink succubus gasped, her tail writhing, slipping away as she bared it all to S-Tan.

"Ooooh, so biiiig and perky. And healthy! 100% natural!~" S-Tan backed off, clapping her hands together. "Alright, so I'm sure you have a lot of questions."

"YES! SEVERAL! WHY ARE YOU IN MY ROOM!?" Megan scrambled to get something covering her... though the clothes she picked up from Kamika hardly did the trick anymore; she struggled with the straps as the bra compressed her inflated breasts...

"Well, I'm just gonna give you the low-down and... ooooh, are Kamika's hand-me-downs not working out? You don't really need those tatty old things, right?" S-Tan pointed out with a tilt of her head.

"I-I'm not going out naked!" Megan objected, grunting to secure the bra; it snapped in half with her strenuous effort. Megan groaned, pouting to herself.

"Just make your own!" S-Tan clapped. "You're a shapeshifter! You can be presentable, fashionable... and it just feels great on your skin!"

Megan paused. She recalled the pink slime from the night before. She looked down to herself; maybe if she just imagined something.

She gawked as several pink strands sprouted from her body like vines, flattening out and pressing against her chest; they expanded and covered her chest and her crotch without any creases, hugging her skin perfectly. She pressed a hand to her swimsuit getup—similar to what Kamika gave to her, now several cups larger.

"Wow... um, S-Tan, y-you mentioned something about a care package...?" Megan raised her head.

"Mmhm! That's meeeee!~" S-Tan did a spin and a flourish. "Tadaaaaaaa!~~~"

Megan was at a loss for words. She smiled politely.

"You're gonna be my shadow for today's session!" S-Tan nodded. "I have a regular client, and she's aaaaaaaalways asking me to do this, do that, it's so exhaaaaaaausting, so I'm gonna make sure you can take over!"

"O-okay, but... but what do I actually do?" Megan grimaced; she was just as confused as ever.

"It's easy! You ensure they're feeling good, indulging their needs, telling them what they wanna hear..." S-Tan counted the points off on her fingers. "A lot of it is just looking nice and using your body, and you're pretty ahead of the curve there now! Big improvement!"

"Y'think so?" Megan glanced down to her body, idly prodding her horns. "I don't really... feel like myself. Dressed like this."

"That's good!" S-Tan beamed.

"...it's good??" Megan paused.

"Yeah! The number one rule to remember is not to be yourself! It's a professional courtesy, after all!~" S-Tan pointed out.

"...O-oh, you... you want me to just put on an act." Megan grimaced. "I-I can do that... it's just make believe. I did that all the time as a kid."

"Mmhm! Just pretend that you're a biiiiiiiiiiiiiig cog!" S-Tan spread her arms, as if to gesture the largeness of the cog.

"...A cog? Like... in a machine?" Megan grimaced.

"Now you get it!" S-Tan grabbed Megan's hand with a deceptively strong grip. "Okay okay, it's almost time so we gotta go go goooooo!~"

S-Tan raised her hand. Megan staggered forward, worry in her eyes.

"Eh? W-wait, where are we-"

Snap!

In an instant, the two succubi popped out of existence...

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Before she realized what was going on, Megan found herself in the middle of a room that she didn't recognize at all. Her eyes frantically darted around to gage her surroundings.

There was no sign of S-Tan anywhere. It was dark. A little musty, but sufficiently lit for her to look around, on account of all of the candles that were lit up around her. She could make out some shelves on the far sides with... power tools, hammers, various pieces of crafting equipment. She glanced to the cement floor, finding she was standing on a strange sigil, drawn in... pink chalk.

"...what the..." Megan muttered to herself. Her tail wagged idly behind her. She raised her head again, her eyes landing on a cloaked figure.

She stared; a pair of striking blue eyes stared back. It was a woman. Her jaw was agape.

An awkward silence followed. Megan raised a hand gingerly to wave. "H... hello, hi, sorry, I'm so, so sorry for intruding like this, but I-"

"It's a success! It's unparalleled, unrivalled success! Aha, AHAHAHA!~" The woman cackled, lowering her hood to reveal her face. She must've been around her mid-twenties, though the bags under her eyes were noticeable.

"Awawa-" Megan leaned back as the cloaked woman leered over her with a crazed look in her eyes.

"The horns, the tail, the striking eyes... a real, live demon!" The woman examined Megan with a widening smile. "They said I was wasting my time! They said I should get a job out of college, but now! Now! I, Countess Elizabeth, Matriarch of the Forgotten Realms, will command POWER BEYOND LIMIT!"

She laughed to the heavens; Megan grimaced, but admired her technique, calling it up from her diaphragm. Megan raised a finger.

"N-nice to meet you, Elizabeth, um..." Megan paused to choose her words carefully. "I'm Megan, but I'm a little new to this, so, um..."

"Impress upon me your boundless power, O Mighty Demon Of The Infernal Depths!" Elizabeth looked over her with an excited, crazed look in her eyes. "Bequeath me the power to raze the heavens, to reign over any kingdom! Grant me power over all weaker men! Summon the world's riches and lay them at my feet!~"

As Elizabeth rattled off demand after demand, she reached for Megan's arm, and began to shake her back and forth.

"I-I don't know what you were expecting lady, I-I'm still in training!" Megan's voice warbled as her head was rapidly through back and forth. "Y-you gotta caaaalm dooooown!!"

"What do you need? The blood of a virgin? I got loads of that!" Elizabeth's eyes lit up excitedly.

"AAAAAAAAGH WHY WOULD I EVER NEED THAT!?" That was too gross to even think about. "PLEASE, CALM DOWN!"

Megan felt like she'd be in danger if Elizabeth kept up her questions. She'd have to take matters into her own hands; she focused inwards.

Tssssssssst... this time, Megan was in control. The room began to fill with a pink haze.

"AH!? ...ah..." Elizabeth's strength left her, and she slumped over into Megan's arms. She gasped, her body heating up from the intimate contact; Elizabeth's head pressed against her breasts.

Megan took Elizabeth by the chin and looked into her eyes. Yup, conked right out. At least she wasn't shouting at her anymore... Megan looked around the room.

"I can't leave her here, her back will go stiff on the concrete. Let's find her bedroom..."

Megan darted ahead to look around the house. Any sort of bed would do... wherever Megan went, Elizabeth followed along like a lost puppy.

"Oh, this looks like the right room... wow it's so clean!" Megan poked her head into the master bedroom; aesthetically, it was a bit plainer than Elizabeth's introduction might have merited. Megan expected, like, curtains on the bed, throw rugs... but she recognized most of the furniture from the home section at Store of the Flies.

Megan noticed something small and rectangular on the pillow of the prepared bedsheets. She picked it up and glanced over it...

Cora Wagner, Housekeeping Services

Sometimes A Home Needs A Maid's Touch

646-1379

"...hm..." Megan placed the card aside on the bed stand... When suddenly, Elizabeth reached out to grasp Megan's outreached arm. Megan gasped, stumbling as they both stumbled onto the bed.

Megan raised her head to examine Elizabeth; the hooded cloak that Elizabeth previously wore had slumped to the floor long before they reached the bedroom. Her loose-fitting pyjamas were speckled with cute little cartoon spiders; Megan briefly wondered why she was attempting cultish rituals in her pyjamas, but she was more worried about how clingy Elizabeth was at the moment.

"Mistress..." Elizabeth droned on, pink hearts flashing in her eyes. She was completely out of it, overtaken by Megan's steady stream of pheromones.

Was this the person S-Tan was talking about? Were they supposed to do it? Megan didn't want to cheat on Iris? This was her job though...

She remembered the fundamentals from those training videos. Body language. Voice. Domination. All she had to do was compel Elizabeth to... indulge her own cravings. Megan didn't need to be a part of it...

She just needed to encourage it.

"Do you love me?" Megan changed her tone, trying to emulate the example of the lectures she had watched. Her eyes narrowed in Elizabeth's direction.

"I would do anything for you... my mistress..." Elizabeth clambered onto Megan's arm. "I would give my body to you... I would die for you..."

"Then prove it to me." Megan commanded in a low, sultry voice. She stood up from the bed; Elizabeth made a forlorn sound as Megan abandoned her, moving to a chair sitting in front of Elizabeth's laptop.

"Re... relieve yourself of your clothing. You won't be needing them." Megan gestured to Elizabeth once more. Elizabeth didn't hesitate; she arched her back as she wrested her top off, and her pants soon followed, leaving her in nothing but her undergarments. She parted her legs, presenting herself to Megan.

"What do you wish of me, mistress?" Elizabeth asked, her voice wispy and distant. Megan crossed her legs; she considered her approach carefully, and opted to play along with Elizabeth's earlier charade.

"You summoned me to this world, yet you kneel like a slave... you are insecure. Afraid. Alone. Exhausted from..."

...Megan had to take a guess.

"...Months of planning leading up to this moment. I hoped you would be better prepared for this moment..."

Elizabeth cocked her head to the side. Her breath was hot and heavy.

"I only have eyes for you... my mistress..." Elizabeth smiled.

"Make yourself bare to me. Prove you can accept my love... p-pleasure yourself." Megan's acting staggered a bit, but she was keeping up pretences well for a first-timer. Of course, Elizabeth wasn't in a position to judge.

Elizabeth reached a hand towards her crotch, her labia swelling, pressing against the fabric of her white, lacy panties; Megan noted that they were already slightly damp with fluids, and as she pressed her fingers around the crease, sliding them inside her hungry womanhood, she thrust her fingers repeatedly, her hips shaking, her breath heavy and hot.

"Aah... Mistress.... aaahn!~" Elizabeth's bedsprings creaked with each gyration, her fingers slick with her own juices. The air in the room was getting hot...

...Megan was getting a little hot and bothered too. A woman was masturbating at her command; she was enjoying this, a satisfied smile crossing her lips. She pressed a hand to her hips and rose from her seat...

"Cease." Megan commanded again, pacing towards the bed; her heels clicked against the hardwood floor with each step. Elizabeth bathed in the afterglow of her performance, exhaling a sigh of satisfied relief...

But Megan wasn't done with her. Not by a long shot. She lowered herself to the bed, pressed her body against Elizabeth's

"You've been lying to me." Megan glared, her arms pressing against the mattress as her breast, still covered by her top, pressed into Elizabeth's modest chest. "A countess does not prostrate herself to anyone. It's time to be honest."

"I... I would never lie to you, my mistress..." Elizabeth tried to reach for Megan's cheek...

But Megan would have none of it, grasping her wrist and pinning it to the bed; her grip was tense, and ever so slightly painful. Elizabeth grimaced.

"You are but a lonely woman who played trick after trick on herself. Fancied yourself above the riff raff. But you are dirty. And you lied not just to yourself, but to me..."

Megan was lowkey bullshitting most of her psychological analysis, but the confidence seemed to well up effortlessly from within. She smiled hungrily, her tail twisting around Elizabeth's leg.

"I don't like liars. You are a dirty, sex-starved woman..."

Megan leaned closed to whisper into Elizabeth's ear.

"...and dirty-minded folk need to indulge their impulses~"

The seed had been planted; the scant contact, the gentle stroking of her tail had quickly overwhelmed Elizabeth's attention-starved mind; she twisted in Megan's embrace, juice spilling from her crotch in pulsing waves, rocking her hips to just the idea alone...

And Megan hadn't actually done a thing to her. Only surface-level teasing. She was in her head. With a satisfied smile, Megan licked her lips, getting ready to go in for the kill.

"Now cum for meEEAGH!"

Something slashed her! Right in her right asscheek! And tugged at her tail too! Megan's dominatrix demeanour dissipated in a second as she sat up, her head jerking in the direction of the culprit.

It was a black cat, staring angrily at Megan with dilated pupils. It bared its fangs and hissed at Megan, before raising its claws to warn of another strike. "Mrrrrghrgrhrgh..."

"Ah... Voidshadow? Is that you?"

"I-is that your kitty cat?" Megan asked innocently, all semblance of her commanding tone completely gone.

"Ooh..." Elizabeth was way too up in her own head right now to answer, or to discipline her cat.

Out of the corner of Megan's eye, the cat lunged again, this time biting at the space at the end of her long, narrow tail.

"ACK!" Megan yelped, springin to her feet, trying to get away; but the cat seemed to only bite harder and harder; tears were coming to the novice succubus' eyes as she made it for the door.

"MRRRAAAARRR!!"

Not to mention that Voidshadow was making the most shrill, ungodly Megan had heard from a creature as small as Voidshadow. Megan was terrified, and in pain, and possibly bleeding, this was a workplace hazard, she needed to go, right the fuck now...!

With her tail between her legs, Megan bolted out from the room, nearly tumbled down the stairwell, slammed against the door, and futzed with the chain lack, anxiously glancing behind her to see if the cat was pursuing her still!

She glanced up in terror as the cat stood at the top of the stairwell, glaring down upon Megan with those hateful yellow eyes. It hissed once more.

"Eep!" Megan's face went pale; finally, the lock undid itself, and she charged through the doorway, wings unfurled, and immediately took flight. She needed to put as much distance between herself and this accursed house as possible...

Thus concluded Megan's first outing as a succubus; there was definitely some room for improvement...

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