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Journey of a Succubus - 01

In the highest towers of the lands of Traloria there lived a collection of princesses. As was the custom in their land, the princesses were schooled only in how to please their future husbands, raise their future children, and keep their future homes in top condition. Beauty specialists from across the land made it their life's work to raise the perfect princess. Special foods, ointments, massage, acupuncture, and herbs were all used to make sure they would grow into young women who would be desired in harems across the land.

A princess was, after all, considered a valuable commodity to the kings of the realm. With their knowledge of art, dance, and song, they could entertain high level diplomats, create works of art that brightened their homes, and pleasure their men both in and out of the bedroom. With a properly trained princess in their house, a noble could secure treaties and earn allies as long as their daughters were beautiful and well trained. It was a perfect breeding ground for rebellion.

Elora was the third daughter of King Maximus. She was the sixth child and lived in the sixth tower. The king was pleased by her fair skin, bright blue eyes, and pale blond hair. She would fetch him a grand prize and he had began looking for a possible husband for her among his wealthiest rivals. Her life would have been a foolish waste indeed if a certain someone had not been personally offended by the king.

When Elora was six years old she was visited in the night by a woman with long midnight blue hair who was clad in black leather and a black cloak. She had flown to the princess' window on a pair of leathery wings that gave her the appearance of a bat or a gargoyle. A thin purple tail, of demonic appearance, swayed gracefully as she made her way across the room. She was strikingly beautiful, in an otherworldly sort of way, and the little princess was very curious about her.

"Good evening little princess," she addressed her as royalty should be. "I am the Lady Morgan, royal knight of Her Grace, Queen Lilith."

"A pleasure to meet you my lady," Elora said with the perfect little curtsy she had been practicing all day.

"Are you happy here?" Morgan asked gently.

Elora thought for a bit before answering. "I try to be," she said honestly. When pressed she admitted, "I wish I could go outside and play."

"Would you like to learn to fly, like me?"

"Would I ever!"

"Then take my hand and come with me."

With that the two of them began a secret relationship that no princess could have on their own. Morgan would take Elora flying with her, talk to her about philosophy and the politics of the surrounding kingdoms. She also brought foods unlike anything the little princess had seen before. The woman would also plant ideas in the girl's head. Ideas that could lead her to think differently than the men wanted her to think. All of this was to prepare her for a very special day, when she would leave the tower forever.

*****

When Elora was twelve she began to bleed, as young girls do. After a doctor had examined her she overheard a heated argument between the doctor and her father. The doctor was insisting to King Maximus that Elora was too small to carry a baby to term and to attempt such a thing now would lead to her death and the death of the child. Her father was not pleased with this news but he allowed her more time.

On her thirteenth birthday, she was examined again. The news was the same, she was just too small. When Elora was fourteen she was examined again. This time another man came to see her after and he looked at the girl carefully. This other man turned out to be the rival King the lovely little flower was promised to. He swore to the doctors that he would not endanger her until she was capable of carrying a child to term but he needed to marry her before certain political problems got out of hand. It was agreed upon and Elora was told to be ready to depart the following morning.

That night, Morgan came to see her and she had a gift.

"They are taking me tomorrow," Elora cried to her only friend in the world. "What will I do?"

"You have to make a choice, Elora," Morgan told her. "Do you want to be safe and human or one of us and hunted by the fears of men?"

"I am already hunted by the fears of men," the girl cried. "I am ornamental! I exist to feed their hunger! All they want is to marry me off and put their greedy little sons in my belly!"

"So you agree to be my apprentice then?" Elora's face brightened when Morgan asked her this question.

"Oh yes, Lady Morgan, please take me away from this awful life!"

"Then this is what you must do," Lady Morgan told her. Reaching into her cloak she drew forth a small scepter no larger than a fountain pen. It had a red ruby on its head, a very sharp base, and had a golden body. "This scepter is your link to me. When you speak into it, I will hear you. When you hold it, I will always know where you are. When the doctors say you are ready to bear children, then you must plunge this into your womb before your husband violates you. Do you understand?"

"I-I think so," Elora said wiping away tears and holding the little scepter to her chest. "Does this mean I actually have to marry him?"

"Yes you do, and I will not be able to get past the guards more than once when you do." Morgan held the girl close to her until she could stop crying. Once she was more in control of herself, the demon kissed her on the forehead. "Make sure no one sees your treasure and do not use it until the time is right. We will only get one chance at this and it will be the death of you if you use it too early."

"I will remember my lady's words," Elora told Morgan respectfully.

"Call me Master," Morgan told her seriously, "For you are my apprentice now."

*****

The day of the wedding was both fascinating and uncomfortable for young Elora. She was dressed in the most amazing white gown and two young women attended her train. She was then carried, in a covered litter, down the many stairs and to the church where the kings and their subjects awaited. An hour of discomfort, and a couple of "I dos" later and she was queen of another realm.

That night she was introduced to the most unpleasant duty she would ever perform. She went to bed in a traditional wedding night gown that was designed to be easily removed. Elora lay in a luxurious bed feeling cozy and sleepy. At the after ceremony party she had been expected to drink many toasts to all of her new realm's successes over the years. Though she had been trained to do this without getting overly intoxicated, it still left her fairly dizzy and looking forward to a good nights sleep.

She jumped when the door to her chamber opened and her new husband came into the room. She was about to tell him he should not touch her yet but she stopped herself. Telling a man, especially a king, that he could or could not do something was a fine way for a woman to end up executed. Instead she got onto her hands and knees and put her head to the covers in a properly humble bow.

"Rise, my dear," he said gently. "I wish to see your pretty face." Rising to her knees, she kept her eyes low, careful not to make eye-contact. "Such a lovely little rosebud," he said as he approached. Sitting on the bed next to her, he ran his fingers through her soft hair. Leaning forward, he put his face close to hers and sniffed deeply. "So lovely."

Elora was aware that she would be required to please the king in any way he might ask, but his touch disgusted her. His skin was hard, oily, and there was a great deal of sweat still on him from the formal clothing he had been wearing that day. As he moved closer, he brushed his face against her delicate skin. His clammy tongue stroked her neck and cheek like an eel on a rock.

"M-my liege," Elora said timidly, "the doctors... they said-"

"They said I could not impregnate you," the king said in the tone that kings take with everyone. "Fear not, my queen, there are still many things we can do that will leave your womb intact."

This was not what Elora had wanted to hear, but it was what she had trained for. Turning slowly to face her lord, she presented her delicate body too him. Thorough training allowed her to carefully crease lines of desire onto her face. She needed to please him to maintain her body's vitality.

He was already very hard when he began to kiss and taste her hungrily. He was a little rough but his pleasure was what she was trained to strive for. She was proud that she pleased him. A trickle of vain pleasure captured from the way she affected him.

Battle hardened hands removed her nightgown with tugs and drags that would have hurt her had the garments not been designed to fall away. Once he had her stripped, he began licking her ribs, her stomach, and the sacred space between her legs. Elora moaned softly in ways she knew he would like and this spurred him to greater acts of lust. Finally he stopped and he began to unfasten his cod piece.

"M-my liege," Elora trembled as she feared what might be coming, "should I get the lubricant?"

"YES," he told her in the exact tone she did not want to hear. She sprang out of the bed and ran, naked, across the room to her vanity. In it were all of the things she would need to remain beautiful, including the sexual solvents that would keep her insides from being torn. With the bottle in hand, she loyally returned to her king's side.

By this point he had removed his clothing and his stiff erection was facing her. "Drink the nectar of my staff," he ordered. "Drink and be mine."

Obediently she moved her face to his waist. Touching a penis for the first time was frightening but she trusted it would become easier the more she used it. It twitched, like a jumpy animal, and she had to remember the was to comfort it with her touch. Slowly she rubbed her fingers over the veins, bringing the king's scepter to its full girth. When this was done she reached out her tongue and tasted.

Salt, was what it tasted like. A diet of salty foods had prepared her for this but not for the excited man who wanted more. "Hurry up and suck," he told her in a very non-noble way. Skipping several steps, Elora licked the head once and then took it into her mouth. Using her saliva as a lubricant, she bobbed her head up and down. Her training had included deep throating various types of rods and she used it thus.

Straitening herself as best she could she plunged him into her throat a little deeper each time. She had not yet gotten it all when she felt the king start to twitch. Pulling back to a shallower depth she jacked off the base with her hand and swished her tongue across the base of the head. Her efforts were rewarded by an ejaculation of limited appreciation. As he spasmed she was careful to swallow every bit and not let any leak. She had to use both hands to keep him stable but managed to drink it all.

She was amused how his seed tasted almost exactly like the fluid she had practiced with and wondered whose job it had been to create the formula. Once the king was spent he rested for a time. "Very good, my queen," he told her like he was speaking to a child. He slept for a time and Elora allowed herself to doze as well.

Typically queens were expected to sleep during the day as they might need to massage their husband's battle weary bodies or spend the night writing a poem to exalt his great deeds. She had trained herself to nap lightly, though, and the moment his breathing changed she was awake and alert.

"Time for the path to glory," he said as his limp mass became erect once more.

"My liege?" Elora asked as he rose from his sleep. His powerful hands grabbed her hips and turned her over. He ran his tongue up her back and then went to her butt. His hunger probed her carefully washed anus and slipped over her other opening as well. She gasped and whined, as she had been taught too, and this excited him further. She might have enjoyed this had she not been so concerned that he would lose control and penetrate the wrong part.

With his member in danger of poking out her eye, she grabbed it and put it in her mouth. He thrusted up into her throat and continued to lick like a hungry badger. Finally he pulled back and grabber her waist. Recognizing what he was preparing to do Elora seized the bottle and began rubbing her anus.

"Please be gentle, my king," she both warned and teased him. "It is my first time..."

"I know how to break a virgin," he told her in a way that frightened her. As the head pressed against her anal opening she tried very hard to relax. The lubricant created a tingling sensation and it also allowed her to let him in. Slowly his lance serpented up her backside. She let out a squeaky scream which caused him to lose control.

With all the rhythm of a clumsy drunk, he plunged her delicate opening. It hurt as her muscles could not stop clenching and it felt like her skin might tear. His rough hands grasped and fondled her body as he occasionally leaned forward to bite her neck. Finally, he pushed hard and growled as his hot liquid poured forward and filled her anal cavity. Elora screamed as she felt it, enhancing his enjoyment.

Once spent, the king removed himself from her body and drew her close to him. Holding his wife like a teddy bear, Elora waited, with tears in her eyes, for him to fade off to sleep. This was to be her life for the following two years. This was to be what would harden her for the training yet to come.