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Naia's tail thrashed delectably around her. This was it: she'd scoped out her first target.

The other succubi had all mocked her for her inexperience, taunting her that she'd never manage to capture sorcerous seed. "Our job is to capture the seed of men and bring it back," they'd said, "but that of men with magical talent is prized over all else." Then they'd laugh at her from behind their hands. "But poor Naia probably won't even be able to get the seed of a normal man."

The thought still made her rankle. But she would show them; she'd show them all.

When she returned for the first time, she'd come carrying a veritable bucketload of ensorcelled seed. That would shut them all.

She'd scoped out her target carefully on her first venture to the mortal world, flitting about by night and using her magic to peer into dreams, walking in the daytime under a disguise spell. Figuring out which men had magic power and which didn't, writing off those with hardly any power of their own or those who would be too dangerous to attempt to take from. All of it was carefully done.

And now she was ready. She'd finally found the right target.

Shaun Jaxon was a young college student attending a prestigious university. Lithe and leanly muscled from track practice, he was a good student when he could muster the energy--but he'd rather be back home consuming anime and other passions.

Sometimes, in the evenings, he dabbled in sorcery. From everything Naia had seen, he was a total beginner, which was fine by her. He had activated his power, which meant that the magic would be strong and present in his seed, a top-tier treat to drag back to the girls back home; however, his inexperience meant that he was unlikely to pose a danger if he cottoned onto what she was doing.

But the best part of all was his physicality. His youth meant a vigor in sexual energy and drive--a tremendous bonus to a succubus--and, as a bonus, his physique. Naia had to admit, she liked them tall and lean.

She'd hovered outside his dorm window, incorporeal like the mist, until half past midnight--the witching hour, the time when dark magic was at its peak. Shaun had returned to his room and was now drowsy in bed. Naia slowly watched him drift off to sleep with a knowing smile on her face. Eventually, Shaun's chest rose and fell with the regular rhythm of the dreamer.

Perfect.

She slid into his room, easily dispelling the warding enchantment he'd set up around his window and slipping through the cracks in the form of smoke. Materializing over his slumbering form, Naia rubbed her hands together. "Alright," she purred, "let's get this started, shall we?" And with a whispered spell under her breath and a small exercise of power, she peered into his dreams.

The best opportunity for a succubus to steal a man's seed was in dreamtime. His defenses--physical, mental, and mystical--were lowered, and a great many men had dreams that were... spicy in nature. A succubus who entered a man's dreams and lay with him there also banged him outside of the dream as well, and if she played her cards right, he'd wake in the morning never suspecting anything amiss other than waking up a peppier-than-usual cock.

It was the perfect plan. Flawless. And the best part? If Shaun fucked as delightfully as he looked, Naia would get some great sex out of it, too.

She glided into his dreams. The dreamscape was malleable around her, a formless, ever-changing world. Just from the images that bobbed in and out of her sight, Naia could see that Shaun often dreamt of his various passions: anime, video games, web series, the works. She could work with that. If she took the form of a character from such works, he'd likely be more open to sleeping with her.

Another thing that jumped out at her: Shaun really, really liked big pregnant bellies. She saw the afterimages of past erotic dreams around her, and a recurrent theme was Shaun cuddling up to a woman who was heavily gravid with kids--his kids. He wanted to knock up a hot young piece, wanted them to bear his offspring, to carry multiples to term, and he wanted to grip their big bellies and plow right into them.

Well. Naia could probably work with that as well.

A colored bead pulsed ahead of her in the dreamspace--the active dream. Shaun was dreaming that he was in a video game franchise.

"Alright," Naia muttered to herself. "Time to get to work." This was going to be it. Her first big attempt. She was pretty sure she'd pull it off without a hitch. She'd snatch Shaun's seed in his dream and leave him none the wiser, and then strut home to show that she was the best succubus of her generation. That would prove her superiority to the others.

It was going to be her first big job, and she was not going to fuck this one up.

She pushed herself into the dream and, as she'd been taught, let the dreamscape morph her. Normally, Naia took the form of a fairly typical succubus: tall, thin, with exaggerated breasts and curvaceous hips. Her pale skin had a faintly purplish tint, and long ebony horns poked from the top of her head. A dark purple tail, ending in a pointed ace-of-spades tip, curled from her tailbone, and her feet ended in cloven hooves. Her thin eyes were a golden amber, her full lips a glossy black, and her hair the same color as her tail. When she smiled, you could just see a hint of fangs.

Naia was proud of her looks, though she often disguised herself with a simple glamour when out and about in mortal society. But here, in the dreamscape, it was different. She wasn't just disguising herself--she was actually changing to fit her prey's fantasies.

Shaun's subconscious thoughts seized hold of her and, recognizing her as an attractive female, reshaped her to fit Shaun's dream. Her skin lost its purpleness; her hair shortened, becoming a fiery and pugnacious orange-red. An easy smirk settled its way onto her face like it was second nature, and she felt the rest of her body changing as well.

Her (not inconsiderable) breasts shrunk down to a more modest size, but her hips stayed prominent--and she felt her legs take on muscle and her memory fill with the vision of water. Ah... so she was a swimmer, then. Her clothes, normally scant and provocative, modified themselves into a pearl-white one-piece swimsuit and a matching swimjacket.

And perhaps that was where it would have ended. But Shaun liked his women a certain way, and Naia felt the dream modifying her to comply.

She shuddered, groaning, as her belly suddenly filled with progeny. She ballooned out, farther and farther, her skin growing taut and tight as a drum as her womb packed itself full of kids. The pregnancy did other things to her, too: Naia gasped as her tits swelled with milk, the nipples standing out firm against her swimsuit's thin fabric. Her bellybutton popped out, perfectly sculped by the suit. And--

Oh. Well, this was fun. Her pregnant body swam with hormones that just screamed for her to get some dick in her already.

Well, Naia was a succubus. She didn't need to be told twice.

After her transformation was complete, the dreamworld swam into view. She was in a place that was half stadium, half swimming pool, and across from her, Shaun--dressed in a traveler's jacket with a colorful cap--was just withdrawing a creature.

Pokemon, then. She didn't know much about the world, but it didn't matter. She was here to live out Shaun's fantasies, and the dream would take care of that.

"Congratulations on your victory, trainer," Naia called out. She let Shaun's subconscious guide her into speaking the right words. "Naturally, you've won my badge." She leaned sideways against a diving board, smirking and cradling her packed womb with one pale hand. "But I have another reward for you... if you want it."

Shaun perked up. "Oh?" he said coyly. "And what kind of reward would that be?"

The impish smile on Naia's face was only partially influenced by the dream. The rest was all her. Smirking, she peeled off her swimming jacket and then hooked her thumb under the straps of her one-piece. "Watch closely," she murred. "I think you'll like this." She stripped her swimsuit down slowly--partly because she got the sense that Shaun would like it, and partly because her sheer size made it hard for her to move slowly.

Her suit sunk beneath her breasts, which popped out, flush and plump--tiny rivulets of milk dribbled from her teats. Biting her lower lip, a groan strumming its way out of her mouth, Naia gradually peeled her suit down her belly. "There's triplets in here, you know," she said, her voice headier than usual. She wasn't playing it up--she felt really horny. She could feel the children in her womb turning over on themselves. "They act up sometimes... I could really use help sating those needs."

With her suit finally off, she cast it aside. She stood for a second, gleaming under the stadium lights, her belly flush and full and fertile. Then she gradually leaned back against the cool tile, still cupping her stomach. "Now come and get some," she said.

By now, Shaun's clothes were off, and his cock was firm in his hand. He'd watched her undress with open appreciation. "I don't need telling twice," he said, and he approached her. Leaning over her with his leanly muscled frame, he braced himself against the floor with one hand while the other lined up his cock with her hole. Naia's current form boasted an unkempt, fiery mane of orange hair down by her pussy.

"Hot," Shaun said.

"Just go in," Naia breathed. "I don't need anything extra." She had no idea if that was true of the character she was inhabiting, but being a succubus, shapeshifted or not, had its perks.

"Hell yeah," Shaun grunted, and he pushed into her.

Bliss rocked Naia's world as his passionate thrust shook her whole body. He held in her for a bit, savoring the sensation, and then started picking up the pace. Naia shook, the unfamiliar weight of her taut belly keeping her heavily in place while Shaun plunged rhythmically into her. "Yes," she moaned, relishing the feeling of his rod in her, "yes. More. More..." With a grunt, she raised her legs and wrapped her ankles around him, pulling him into her.

"Yes," she purred, "oh yes." Shaun responded in the positive, grunting as he continued fucking her.

"I love the feel of your cunt," he said between thrusts, and then he reached up and trailed one finger along the slope of her belly. "And this is just the icing on the cake."

"They're yours," Naia murmured, because the dream told her to. How did that work? She wasn't sure--but then, dreams didn't have to make sense. The dream was insistent that the children in her belly were his. "You made me this way."

He blushed with arousal, panting.

She reached up, cupping his chin, and then pulled him into a long and sloppy kiss. "Give me your seed," she said, gasping for breath when it broke. "Do it."

And he complied, surging into her with a warmth and a fire.

Naia couldn't help but smirk. Even as she was fucking him in the dream, in the real world their real bodies would be reciprocating, and every drop he gave her here would be collected there for her to steal away.

It had been almost too easy for her to steal his magic-infused seed. In fact, as she prepared to leave the dream, she mused that perhaps she would be shooting herself in the foot by going home tonight. If she was to keep it up with Shaun for a few more days, she could get even more. And wouldn't that be quite the haul to show off on her return?

It was certainly something to consider.

But first things first. "Again, Shaun," she said, clenching tight around his cock. Waves of pleasure washed through her, and she felt her belly lying weighty on her. So long as she was here, no reason not to enjoy it as long as possible. "Again."