The Making Of A Succubus ======================== Andrew flicked through his photo album, studying the pictures he'd taken of the women in his sister's coven. Denise had spent several months persuading them that skyclad was the only proper way to do things in summer, and he'd taken full advantage of the situation to gather some rather nice photographs. Denise stuck her head round his bedroom door. "Hi Alex, still perving over your filthy pictures of my naked body?" she quipped. He looked up at her and smiled. "Mostly over Christina, actually. Say, do you still have that nasty little black book you found in old man Challenger's study? I think she'd make a perfect subject for some of that." Denise licked her lips lasciviously. "Oh, yes, little brother. It's tucked away in a safe place where those tiresome little white witches can't find it and pollute their pretty little innocent minds. What did you have in mind?" Andrew snapped the album shut and put it back on his bookshelf. He paused for a moment, thinking over what he could remember of the book. "There's a rather good little mind-control spell in there, isn't there? None of those tiresome restraints on making people go against their 'true nature'." Denise smiled wickedly, directing a smouldering look at her brother. "Damn you, Andrew. I'm going to be thinking about that all day now. Turning that fluffy bunny into a raving slut..." She looked thoughtful for a moment. "Speaking of which, there's an even better trick than that in there. I'll keep that one a little surprise for you, though." * * * Denise and Christina knelt at the centre of the clearing the coven used for their gatherings, both naked. An ornate pewter chalice full of red wine stood on the ground between them, and Denise held a slim black book open in one hand. "Denise, why aren't the others here?" asked Christina, a note of suspicion in her voice. "What's so special about this working?" Denise smiled enigmatically. "They aren't worthy of these secrets just yet." She picked up the chalice and took a sip. "The teacher has drunk. Let the student drink deeply now." Christina took the chalice from Denise's extended hand and took a long swig of the bitter liquid, almost gagging at the taste. She put the chalice down between them, and looked at Denise. "What now?" Denise smiled. "The student has drunk deeply of the cup of lore. She shall obey the teacher in all things." She pointed at the ground. "Lie now upon your back, Christina, and do not speak except to answer when I ask you a question." Christina blinked in surprise at herself as she obeyed Denise's orders without even hestiating. Something odd was going on, she was sure of that. But, she was determined to be a good student, and so she laid down on her back. Denise got to her feet, then knelt astride Christina's face. "This secret you must learn first of all, the taste of my chalice." She lowered herself until the lips of her sex touched Christina's mouth. "Pleasure me with your tongue. No taste is more glorious than the taste of my sex. You long to hear me scream in ecstasy." Christina opened her mouth and ran her tongue along the lips of Denise's sex. A small fragment of her mind protested in vain that she was straight as she started to lick with more enthusiasm. The taste in her mouth was wonderful. She couldn't imagine why she'd never wanted to do this before. She licked faster, her tongue flickering across Denise's clitoris, then darting inside her, then returning to her clitoris. Denise threw her head back and groaned with delight. Christina plunged her tongue as deep as she could into Denise's sex, savouring the glorious taste of her juices, desperate to hear her scream. She felt Denise's fingers twisting in her hair and her crotch grinding into her face, and knew she was close. She returned her tongue to Denise's clit, licking furiously, and was rewarded with the sound of Denise's orgasmic shriek. Denise slumped forward onto all fours. "You have learned your first lesson, Christina. Now, tell me, have you ever let a man put his wand in your chalice?" Christina shook her head. "No, I haven't." Denise stood and smiled. "The chalice exists to receive the wand, the wand exists to fill the chalice. The chalice is not truly sacred until it has received the wand." Andrew stepped out of the shadow of the trees at the edge of the clearing and walked over to Denise and Christina. Christina looked up at Andrew's erect cock and imagined how it would feel plunging into her virginal sex. "Now, Christina. Spread your legs, so that you may receive the wand into your chalice and make it sacred. You are eager to give up your virginity in order to learn the deep secrets I possess." Christina obeyed without a moment's hesitation, spreading her legs to leave herself open to Andrew's cock. He knelt between her spread legs, stroking the lips of her sex, and she gave a low moan of delight. He dipped his finger inside, then drew it out and licked it. "The waters of your chalice are fine indeed," he said, leaning forward to lie over her, the swollen head of his cock nudging against her crotch. Denise leaned down to whisper in Christina's ear. "Tell him that your chalice is ready for his wand." Christina swallowed hard. "My... my chalice is ready for your wand," she said. Andrew's cock plunged into her sex, and she gave a brief gasp of pain as it tore through her hymen. He started to thrust rhythmically inside her, and she groaned with pleasure. He smiled down at her, pushing a little deeper with each thrust until he was sinking to the hilt in her sex, his crotch rubbing against her clitoris. Waves of pleasure rushed through her body as Andrew's cock pounded relentlessly into her sex and Denise whispered in her ear. "Nothing pleases you so much as honouring my chalice with your tongue, or honouring the wands of men in any way they should desire. With your mouth. With your chalice. With every part of your body. The wand is sacred, and honouring it as its keeper wishes brings its blessings to your flesh." Christina whimpered in delight. Andrew's thrusts were growing faster, and she felt a growing tension inside. She closed her eyes, moaning with delight, and then her orgasm overtook her. Her sex convulsed hungrily around Andrew's cock, milking it, drawing his spurting come deep inside her, and then it was over, and he was pulling his cock out of her. Denise smiled at Andrew. "Well deflowered, my love," she said. "Get some rest." Christina watched Andrew walk away, a blissful smile on her lips. Denise knelt beside her, studying her naked and deflowered body with undisguised lust. "You are beautiful, Christina. Men will be eager to enjoy the delights of your body now that you have been initiated into the deeper secrets of the path. It makes you very happy to know this. You desire their attention, you desire their lust, these things fill you with delight." Denise turned her attention to the book for a few moments. "I have a deep secret that will allow you to receive all these things. When I have given you the gift of this secret, you will be able to command the lusts of men with a word, a look, a gesture. Would you like to be given that gift, that power, Christina?" Christina smiled at the thought. Being able to make men want to fill her with their cocks with just a word. How could she refuse? "Yes. I would." Denise smiled. "Excellent. Now, lie very still. There is suffering to be endured in the receiving of the gift." Christina watched Denise walk over to where they had been knelt and pick up a black-handled knife. Denise returned, and knelt astride her belly. "When you have been given this gift, you will be mortal no longer, but rather a succubus, a demonic temptress, the very incarnation of lust. To all who desire carnal knowledge of the female body, you shall be a sore temptation. Even a monk in his cell or a repressed nun in her cloister will long to possess your body." Christina gasped in pain as the cold steel of the knife blade bit into the skin at the top end of her breastbone. Denise dragged the point down almost to where the bone finished, leaving a crimson trail of blood welling up in its wake. "Once I have set the first rune, there shall be no return. Are you certain that you wish to leave your humdrum mortal life forever and be the very essence of lust and carnal depravity?" asked Denise. Christina nodded. "Yes. Make me a succubus." Denise dipped her fingers into the blood oozing out from between Christina's breasts. Christina winced slightly at the touch, and noticed a growing tension in the air as Denise's fingers deftly traced patterns on her breasts, her neck, her face. Denise climbed off Christina and knelt beside her as she extended the patterns down her belly and thighs. Christina whimpered with delight at each touch of Denise's fingers on the insides of her thighs. Denise picked up the knife again. "The last rune must be cut into your mound," she said, pressing the point against Christina's warm flesh. Christina gasped as the knife bit, its point slowly carving an elaborate pattern in her soft flesh, blood welling up through the dark thatch of her pubic hair and trickling over the lips of her sex. At last the knife left her flesh, and Denise smiled. "You must once more honour the wand with your chalice," she said. Andrew walked over, his cock once more ready to fill Christina's sex. "But first, I must honour it with my mouth." Denise knelt in front of Andrew, her mouth level with his crotch. Christina watched, fascinated, as Denise licked up and down the shaft of his cock, then enveloped it with her mouth, taking its whole length down her throat for a moment before drawing back. Andrew knelt between Christina's legs, and looked to Denise. "The runes are set. It no longer matters if you disturb them, Andrew." Andrew grinned, leaning down to slide his cock into the wet heat of the Christina's recently-deflowered sex. She whimpered from mingled pleasure and pain as his weight pressed down on her bleeding mound and his cock filled her sex. This time, he spared no time in slow buildup, instead immediately proceeding to pound deep into her with his cock. The tension in the air grew ever higher, and Christina screamed in ecstasy as an impossibly drawn-out orgasm overwhelmed her. Her sex clenched rhythmically around Andrew's cock, milking it relentlessly as it pounded in and out. She saw a flash of steel in front of her face, and felt the knife blade bite agonisingly into her throat. Andrew reached his own climax inside her then, filling her pulsating sex with come, and withdrew. Her orgasm finally subsided, leaving her exultant and revitalised. She looked down and saw the runes painted on her skin fading away. Her breasts filled out, her skin turned pale and flawless, the wounds on her mound and her breastbone sealed and faded. She raised one hand to her throat, and felt no trace of the slashing movement of the knife. Denise smiled down at her. "You're our toy now, Christina. Sometimes we'll let you out to play with all those poor innocent unsuspecting men out there who don't know what you are. In between, though, we're going to do absolutely every obscene thing to you that we can think of. And you're going to love it."