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Amethyst’s Christmas Tales 2024

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Daemysh’s Dare

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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The blue-haired succubus smirked up at the small draenei, though she was by no means in a lesser position because she was positioned physically lower than the tiny draenei. The draenei was roughly six-feet-tall, which was tall for a tiny like that, although that was nothing compared to Daemysh at one-hundred-and-thirty-one-feet.

Daemysh was used to being in a position of power and control, despite serving Feiluna. If she had not been as strong as she was, she would not be a good fit as a guard and a companion, though the angel girl’s desires tended to…vary. Namely with the blonde human she suddenly had an obsession with, although the succubus girl would never, ever see any appeal in any diver.

They all had agendas…but that was where she could take trophies from them, of course. After she had dispatched them as she pleased.

The blue-skinned draenei struggled in her bare, cloven hooves across a tightrope Daemysh had set up for her – although the draenei was never supposed to make it all the way across, of course not. That would have been too easy and, in Daemysh’s private abode, the succubus girl could set her own rules for what happened in there.

The living room was furnished comfortably in blue and purple tones, notably with only some modifications in place to suit shorter giantesses. Anyone under sixty-feet-tall may have felt themselves out of place there, but that was merely because of the giantesses Daemysh preferred to associate with. She had few friends, but there were companions who disliked divers as much as her. They had to more covert about their actions towards divers, not going against the Cambion royal rules, but it was easy to despatch a few, here and there, on their little hunting vendettas…

One catch was there, above her, the draenei holding a long, thin stick as if that would help balance her. Daemysh suppressed a laugh at how relieved the draenei had looked when she’d given it to her. It was such a small thing and yet the draenei she’d dared to walk across the tightrope “or else she could do as she pleased with her” thought it was her salvation.

The draenei, of course, was naked, although Daemysh had not honestly bothered to learn her name. She’d nodded and pretended to take an interest when the draenei was telling her about herself, but all that was just so she could tease her into coming home with her – back somewhere more private where Daemysh could play all the games with her she wanted.

“Oh… This is really hard…”

The draenei, Meri, swallowed hard, her neck tendrils twisting all over the place, nerves getting the better of her. It wasn’t too bad if she fell, she was sure, because the dare had only had the caveat that the succubus could do what she wanted with her – and surely that just meant she was in for a wild night with Daemysh.

Still, a cold chill sank into the pit of her stomach, resting heavily there as she teetered. Swaying from one side of the tightrope to the other, her stomach dropped as she stove to balance, using the stick but not really thinking it was going to do her any good. It felt more awkward to have in her hands than anything else, palms slick with sweat on the smooth wood.

“Wouldn’t it be nice to give in?”

Meri glanced down at the succubus, who slowly drew her mesh top off over her chest, left with only a pair of X-shaped nipple coverings underneath. The draenei gaped dully, heart pounding.

“Oh…”

“Yes, you like the show, don’t you?” Daemysh teased, hiding the dark smile pulling at the corners of her lips. “Just give in… You don’t have to walk all the way across if you just let me play with you. I’ll give you a night you’ll never forget.”

Meri swallowed hard, fighting the urge to shiver. That would have just made it harder still to balance, yet the succubus seemed to be trying to make things more difficult than ever. That was why she’d gone home with Daemysh in the first place, even though she hadn’t seen the draenei out in the portal worlds before.

In fact, she hadn’t actually met a succubus before. Maybe that was to her detriment, for she felt there was some game at play that she didn’t have a real say in.

Is this…still okay?

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The thought crossed her mind and she shook it off mentally, concentrating on lifting another shaky hoof and putting it down in front of her on the tightrope. Under her, the strained taut rope shook lightly, although she managed another step, her heart lifting.

Maybe I can do this.

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However, the succubus smirked and pushed her breasts together, tipping her chin towards them. As the draenei’s eyes landed on her once again, she extended her tongue salaciously down towards her own tits. If she pushed her breasts up high enough, she could lick the smooth upper curve of flesh, but Daemysh really preferred someone else to adore her body. That was what partners in bed were for, after all.

And there was a lot of the succubus to adore, which she showed off by sitting back a little, wearing a short skirt with a slit all the way up to the hip on the side. It wasn’t meant to cover all that much, yet it was more than enough to tempt the draenei to her, a wristband on her left wrist. The draenei hadn’t noticed too that there was a portal diving company choker attached to the wristband: the trophy from the last diver she’d lured home with her.

“Mmm… I just want to kiss you all over,” Daemysh murmured, her voice darkly sultry. “I want to feel you inside me, squirming… I bet that would feel so good. Wouldn’t you like that? To feel the grip of my pussy, how warm and wet I am for you?”

The succubus tugged away her skirt from the side fastening, revealing her underwear with chain detailing underneath. Those she’d had specially made, with other diver company features around the waistband, the chains from their chokers. But the draenei wasn’t looking closely enough to see that, only looking with bated breath at what the seductive succubus revealed of her body.

“Oh… Oh, galaxy…”

Meri quivered. Why did Daemysh have to teaser her like that? She almost wanted to fall off, just to have the succubus catch her in her soft bosom. She could imagine that already, how soft and warm the succubus’ huge breasts would be around her, securing her in tantalising darkness where she didn’t have to consider the rest of the world. That was a luxury in herself, yet there was no way Meri could have not imagined herself being dominated by Daemysh. They couldn’t reverse positions, not when the succubus was as dark as she was.

In her mind’s eye, she saw Daemysh grinding on to her, taking her deep within her pussy as the succubus completely dwarfed her. Daemysh moaned openly, her lips parting to expose her mouth, panting faintly with the rise and fall of her bosom.

“I could make it all so much easier for you,” she taunted playfully. “I could do so much with you, my little treat. You’d feel my tongue, flicking over you, giving you all the attention you could ever want.”

Daemysh spread her legs apart, though she was still kneeling, tipping backwards to better expose between her thighs. Pulling her underwear to the side, she revealed her glistening pussy lips, the folds softening as they were no longer subject to the light compression of her panties. Meri thought the succubus was one who would very much forgo underwear, if she was given the choice. If she wore it, it was definitely to tease.

“Maybe…”

The draenei wobbled and Daemysh smirked, licking her lips. Oh, the tinies were too easy to coerce. She could have just snatched her up, but it was all about the thrill of the hunt for her. It would have been something to fill her belly a little, if she had enough tinies to swallow, but the thrill of domination and victory was what really did it for her.

“Just let me have you, I want you so badly,” Daemysh crooned, eyes glittering, their faint narrowing betraying her deeper intentions. “You could have such fun with me, no more silly little games… We don’t even need to carry out the bet.”

The bet? Meri blinked, her head foggy. It had been a dare… But a dare with conditions, for winning or losing. So, that was kind of like a bet. She’d thought she’d longed to do what she wanted with the succubus at first, but now the draenei wasn’t all that sure.

Still, she did her best, her tongue poking out from the corner of her mouth to take another shaky step. Yet the draenei was never supposed to win the bet with the succubus, who only played games she intended to win, of course. What sense was there in competing otherwise? Admittedly, Daemysh preferred it to be a challenge, but there was only so much she could do there, when she so hopelessly outclassed so many.

And her prize was right there for the taking as she opened her mouth wide, the draenei suddenly tilting off-balance.

“Aaaaiiiieeee!”

The draenei morsel screeched as she flailed, falling, losing her balance. Even her tail whipping out for the springy tightrope couldn’t save her as she fell.

And Daemysh was right there to catch her, her mouth open wide as the draenei plopped headfirst on to her tongue. At first, the scrap wriggled and pushed herself up, not fighting her at all, but Daemysh chuckled around.

“Oh, you tiny, significant thing,” Daemysh mocked openly, talking around the draenei as she was jostled in her mouth. “Did you ever think I’d want you as anything more than a toy, a passing interest? For it was you who were lured into my trap, baited like the little mouse you really are.”

The draenei gulped, heart hammering, but it was far, far too late for that. She couldn’t take back what had been done as she wriggled and grabbed at Daemysh’s tongue, straining to find any purchase she could gain for herself.

It was hopeless and Daemysh knew it too as she swallowed slowly, her tongue curling up to push the draenei to the back of her mouth. There was not a scrap of hesitation in her, for the draenei’s fate had always been set in her mind, yet she wanted to enjoy that moment of conquering too. That victory, that triumph, even though she’d always known it to be so.

“Mmm…”

She groaned her appreciation, pussy squeezing around nothing, the succubus’ eyes still open despite there being nothing to watch. A swill of saliva carried the draenei to the back of her mouth as she gulped slowly, opening her throat and letting them spill down.

Ah, there it was: that tiny, last flailing of hands. The draenei flicked out her tail once again, trying to hold on to something to stop her fall, but there was nothing for her to latch on to. Her fate was sealed as a strangled squeal heralded her descent, Daemysh letting her slide straight down her throat, falling and falling and falling. Only when the wriggly little thing landed in the warm pit of her stomach did Daemysh rest a hand on her belly, pressing and massaging just so she could get a better feel of what the draenei had ended up as.

A bump. No more than a bump. That was all the diver was ever intended to be: food for a giantess. The draenei fought and squirmed in her stomach, though Daemysh flipped her hand, dismissing her.

“Mmm… Well, at least you served some purpose.”

Daemysh leaned back, eyeing up the little tightrope with disinterest all of a sudden. She needed someone else, perhaps a partner who was larger, to really satisfy her needs that night. Devouring made her horny.

“Maybe Kylaith is available…”

With a grin, Daemysh reached for the communicator (far more sophisticated than what the majority of divers had access to), her succubus friend on speed dial.

Her night was far from over…