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Journey of a Succubus - 02

Time passed relatively quickly and Elora's body grew. Her limbs were in pain a great deal of the time but the doctors assured her that it was a natural process for a young woman to hurt while she grew. During this time many creams and herbal ointments were applied to keep her skin young and her openings fresh. Her bottom was especially attended to by a specialist whose job it was to make sure the queen's body would not be damaged from regular violations of this manner. Like any animal in the king's possession, he needed to make sure his mounts were healthy.

For the first month of life at the castle Elora serviced her husband almost every night. Fortunately, he also pleasured himself with his concubines and this gave her body time to heal. He lustily watched his young wife, longing for the day that he could impregnate her. He was obviously looking forward to it as she was examined by the doctor who could make that decision twice a month and three times during the spring.

She had smuggled the little scepter around with her all this time. When she was alone she whispered her situation into its ruby head. She could not get messages back but through it she felt her master's presence and support. Occasionally she would even masturbate herself with the ruby end. Every time she did this she felt like it was defying her king. He could not bring her to climax, but with the help of this loving gift she could still have her own climactic relief.

Finally, Elora was sixteen and a doctor informed his king that the time had come. Elora returned to her room and awaited her husband's arrival. With excitement beyond that of her first flight, she removed her silky panties. She was going to see Lady Morgan again. She was going to see her real master!

Many times she had put the ruby to her vulva and thought of her beautiful master and tonight she would complete her fantasy. Starting with her normal routine, Elora put the scepter to her opening and spun the head. It seemed especially warm tonight but she blamed this on her anticipation. Once she was good and juicy, she turned the rod around and stared at its blade.

She hesitated for a moment but then she heard the footsteps of her king. He would not have her virginity for himself, she swore once again. With closed eyes she slid the blade into her body and speared through her hymen. Hot energy coursed through her body sending her into a convulsive orgasm that covered her hand and her sheets with blood and cum from her body. Once this passed it was firmly planted in her womb. She felt the metallic phallus grow longer and wider until it was pressing against the walls of her canal. Once there the scepter stopped and stayed.

The king burst into the chamber and looked at his flush wife. "Getting yourself ready for me?" he asked with a savage lust in his eyes. He then saw the jeweled head of the scepter and the blood on the sheet. "What is this?" he balked. "Did you penetrate yourself? Have you taken my right from me!?" Like a raging bear he slammed the door to the chamber and removed his belt from his waist.

"My virginity is not yours," Elora yelled at him in open defiance and the king stopped in his tracks. His face grew red and he started to spit as he shouted.

"N-not mine!?" The veins bulged in his neck as the sound of fighting began in the distance. "Know your place, you lowly whore! I OWN YOU!!!" As the king raised his belt to lash her, the jewel began to glow brightly and his face turned purple. The sounds of slashing and killing grew louder in the distance. The king was frozen in place, he stumbled away from the jewel and then he fell to one knee. "You..." he gasped, "what have you done?"

He fell to the ground and breathed hard. As the din from the hall grew louder his breath grew fainter. When finally the door exploded inward the king lay still.

"Master!" Elora shouted, overjoyed at the woman's fierce presence. Lady Morgan was crackling with energy and covered in blood. Her wings unfurled to fill the room and her eyes glowed red.

"Come, Elora," she commanded, and without hesitating her apprentice got to her feet and ran into her waiting embrace. Tears ran down the younger woman's face as the demon wrapped her wings around her form. "I love you too," she told her. Then in a shimmer of light, they were gone.

*****

Another castle was their destination and in it they found shelter. Elora was fitted with training robes that were made of delicate silks. These robes covered her but they draped in such a way as to tease onlookers with the shape of her body.

"These robes are your first lesson," Lady Morgan told her as she was making slight adjustments. "The female body is at its most alluring when it is covered in fabric."

"That is so the imagination can play in your mysterious ways," Elora told her with a smile. When Lady Morgan raised an eyebrow she added, "I was taught that when I was young. One of many things they taught us to please our men."

"I see," Lady Morgan said with a nod, "then I shall remind you of the power this brings you. Men are strong when they hold you in their arms, but foolish when they hold you in their minds. Wrap them in a weave of their own lust and you can make them dance for your pleasure. Give them what they want and they will tire of you quickly. You will learn to feed as they have fed from you."

Elora did not completely understand what she meant by "feeding" but she figured she would soon. In another room there was an intricate circle carved into the floor. Dark red runes were etched into its surface and a five pointed star was at its center.

"Elora, it is time for you to make your final decision. I am a succubus, a demon of the under world. Through subtlety and guile, we move through the world of men, slowly drawing them under our control. We feed off of their lust and direct them so that one day it will be us who rule them and not the other way around. I offered you, once, the opportunity to become one of us. I ask you again, now that you have lived a little."

Elora studied her master's body and words carefully as she thought about her life. She had always dreamed of a world where women told men what to do. Maybe this was a way she and her sisters could all be free.

"Do you think we will ever be equal?" she asked her master with a touch of sadness in her voice.

"I am sure there will come a day when one does not need to dominate the other," Morgan said with a gentleness that revealed her own desire for this to happen. "Unfortunately, the world is not ready for equality yet. If you join us... if you become one of us... then you will need to be ready to dominate those who you plan to help."

Domination... the word sounded powerful. Elora had been dominated her whole life by others. The thought of holding power over another caused a tingle of excitement to course through her.

She smiled. "I accept this duty as one who will one day lead our sisters out of this slavery and into the light of glorious freedom."

"So mote it be," Morgan said and she brought her apprentice a bottle of red liquid. "Kneel in the center of the circle and drink my blood. When the master of change arrives you must accept him into your body. Here the men and the woman are already equal. Together we shall change the people to this teaching."

"So mote it be," Elora said as she accepted the gift. When her teacher exited the room she stepped into the center of the circles. Kneeling on the cold stone, she closed her eyes, brought the bottle to her lips, and drank.

It was salty and sweet, not too dissimilar to to her previous king's emissions. This was a more worthy drink, though. Her master's own blood was more than she ever thought she would gain. She welcomed it into her life and hoped the master of change would arrive soon. She was not disappointed.

Within seconds the room began to hum and all went black. The runes and circles on the floor glowed and she could feel an energy flowing through her. Around her the energy swirled and tendrils began to form.

They caressed her skin, in a caring and gentle way. They brushed her hair and lapped at her neck. A touch of her lips and she opened her mouth. Something sweet could be tasted and she sucked at it lightly. Her body was lifted as many more tendrils came to her. Her legs and back were massaged as her stomach and breasts were gently loved. This type of attention had been artificial for so many years. This was the first real tenderness a would-be lover had bestowed.

The scepter was touched and it glowed anew. Elora gasped lightly as energy traveled through the rod and focused into her womb. Her anus was then caressed and a healing touch probed her regularly ravaged hole with the care of a lover's embrace. As the tendrils rubbed and slithered through her, they achieved a type of in-out motion not commonly found. There was no violence or animalistic grunting, just a gentle rhythm that carried her through one wonderful orgasm and then into a second.

Her love juices flooded out to these tendrils and then their energy flowed back into her. Her muscles grew tighter and her body ached. She felt herself become stronger as power and lust tickled her senses. She gasped at each change and moaned as new sensations flowed through her. She peaked again and again in delicate waves that carried her higher and higher.

When finally she was set down, and the tendrils retreated, she was exhausted. Her body felt as limp as a blanket and as used as a towel. She had no more strength and not another moment of attention to give. As one final orgasm rolled through her, the scepter was expelled in a cum soaked gush. She was different now. A princess no more.