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Tracer breathed heavily as she approached her private quarters. It was a small room that was more akin to a large maintenance closet than any kind of real living quarters. Just the thought of that cramped space made her especially glad that she lived with Emily most of the time. The brunette skid to a halt in front of the door and glanced both ways down the hall as she swiped her key card for access. She nervously looked down the corridors again before the door hissed open and she blinked into the darkness before clicking on the light.

Her eyebrows rose in confusion as she glanced around. This was… definitely not her room. It didn’t even look like she was in the same building anymore. The air was heavy with the scent of something sweet, almost like roses and candle wax. The walls were covered with dark, rich wood that gleamed and reflected every bit of the dim light. A massive, four-poster bed dominated the space, draped with large, red velvet curtains that pooled on the floor. Even the bed was covered in blood-red sheets. A matching plush chaise lounge sat in one corner, its ornate legs curled like claws. Shadows flickered and danced around the room, cast by dozens of tall, dripping candles that were perched on wrought iron stands. The entire room was suffocating with its intimate details, each one designed to draw the eye and stir the imagination.

“What the bloody hell…?” She whispered, her voice barely over a whisper. The speedster spun around to leave, only to find the door was… different. The smooth, metal paneling that she expected had been replaced with a matching, dark wooden door. As to be expected, it was locked. She shook her head as she stepped backward, telling herself this wasn’t right. It couldn’t be. Her shoes sank into the thick crimson rug on the floor. “Where the hell am I…?”

The shadows in the far corner of the room shifted, barely catching Tracer’s attention. The brunette’s heart leapt into her throat as she shifted her full attention toward the motion as she instinctively reached for her pistols—which weren’t part of her costume. Her panic deepened as she backed toward the bed, her eyes constantly darting around the mysterious room.

“Wh-who’s there…?!” She called out, her voice trembling. “Show yourself!”

There was no reply as the shadows continued to flicker from the delicate candlelight. Then, a figure slowly emerged from the darkness. She was impossibly tall—at least seven feet, although her presence made her seem even larger. She was curvaceous, with every line of her body exaggerated to perfection and filling out her silhouette so nicely. Her skin was a soft shade of pink that appeared almost normal until more light was shown upon it and cast a faint, unnatural glow. Her hair was long and black, cascading down and stopping just below the small of her back. The entity’s face was impossibly beautiful and unsettling at the same time. Tracer’s gaze was drawn to her soft, hypnotically pink eyes even though they felt almost too bright to stare at. Her full, plush lips had already curled into a seductively predatory smile.

She wore very little to conceal her dreamlike curves, with only a skimpy series of dark, leather straps and delicate chains that further accentuated her body. Her long, shapely legs were bare aside from the high-heeled boots that tapped against the wooden floor. The speedster only noticed the small, black horns upon her forehead as she drew closer since they blended in with her hair. As if to further demonstrate who and what she was, a long, slender tail swayed behind her, complete with a black, spade-shaped tip.

“Wh-what are you…?!” Tracer staggered backward until she bumped against one of the bed posts. Her gaze nervously darted to the locked bedroom door, only to see it was simply gone now, replaced by the same paneled wood as the rest of the walls. Her heart rapidly beat in her chest as she found her eyes locked with the demonic woman almost instantly.

“Oh,” her voice had a subtle, breathy quality. “I’m exactly what you need,” she purred as she took another step forward, her hips swaying with mesmerizing rhythm. “You were running from all of that craziness earlier, right? All of that noise, the confusion, all of those disgusting things,” the demon sighed. “You wanted peace? A safe space? Somewhere you could relax?”

Tracer blinked and shook her head, trying to clear her mind of the odd haze that settled over her thoughts. “This isn’t real,” she muttered, though her tone betrayed the possibility that she could be wrong. “You’re not real…”

The succubus chuckled with clear pity displayed on her face. “Oh, I’m very real, little one,” she stated, her glowing eyes never straying from Tracer’s gaze. “And so are all of those desires of yours, too…”

The brunette wanted to look away but found herself unable to do so. She was trapped in those eyes. Soon enough, the demon was close enough that she had to stare upward to maintain eye contact. Even as her pulse thundered through her ears while every instinct told her to escape, she felt that resistance melt away with each passing second.

“Such a restless soul,” she cooed as she knelt down, meeting Tracer’s captivated stare. Her own ravenous gaze softened, the faintly pulsing light of her pupils syncing with the brunette’s heartbeat. “Always running, always fighting,” she sighed. “Aren’t you tired?”

Lena opened her mouth to respond but only silence followed. She had things she wanted to say. Accusations about this warm, beautiful being. Warnings and demands for her to stay away—to let her go. None of them were ever more than an errant thought that was quickly dismissed. The demon was so close that Tracer felt its warmth radiating against her. She wanted to lean into it and savor that sweet scent that was impossible to place. As soon as she thought she had placed it, it would shift again, along with Lena’s cravings.

“Let me help you,” the succubus whispered. “Just relax… I’ll take all of that tension away.”

Tracer’s eyes fluttered as the succubus’ hand brushed against her cheek. She nuzzled back against it, loving the warm, soft skin against hers. She wanted to move, to run, to fight—but her body refused to budge. Her eyes were half-lidded as she stared into the demon’s shimmering eyes.

“That’s it,” the demon purred. Her smile widened as she leaned closer, finally breaking eye contact as her hot, plush lips brushed against Lena’s ear. “Good girl.”

A shiver ran down Tracer’s spine as she delighted in the praise, feeling herself sinking into those comforting words. The world around her faded from Lena’s senses, leaving her to only focus on the warm, loving touch of the succubus. Each thought felt remote, as if all of the chaos of the night was a distant memory that was now replaced by an overwhelming sense of serene longing. Her eyes, usually bright and vibrant, were soft and glassy from the fog that kept her senses subdued. Her entire being felt as if it was slipping away with each caress from the demon. And yet, she couldn’t stand to look away or resist that lovely, soothing voice.

The succubus’ fingers slid along Tracer’s waist, the heat radiating through her clothing and thickening the fog that dominated her mind. Lena was guided to sit upon the bed while she mindlessly grinned, simply happy to be in the massive woman’s presence. The demon then stood, rising to her full height and happily stared down at her newest devotee. Sufficiently lulled, Lena’s gaze absently wandered downward, only to see the thick, throbbing bulge that she hadn’t noticed until now. Just like her aura, the demon’s cock was massive, causing the brunette to wonder how she could hide such a thing under all of those straps that scantily covered anything in the first place.

The demon chuckled, her voice dripping with amusement. “What’s the matter, little one?” Her fingers traced along Lena’s shoulder, pushing the fabric out of the way as she idly toyed with it. “Are you nervous? Perhaps… curious?” Tracer blinked and continued to stare straight ahead, never moving her eyes off the demon’s crotch.

“I… I can’t…” The brunette stammered while a pang of guilt poured over her. “Emily…” She whispered, the name flowing off her tongue and filling her with hope again. “I have a partner. Emily… We’re in love… I can’t…”

The succubus continued to grin and she tilted her head while her long hair flowed over one shoulder. “Of course, my darling,” she hummed, her tone full of comprehension and understanding of the situation. “And how lucky you are to have someone so devoted to you.”

Devoted. The word echoed through Lena’s mind while her heart pounded so fiercely. Each little touch made her shiver. The remorse she felt slowly ebbed away, replaced by a new type of love and devotion to this one. This woman. This demon. She inhaled deeply, indulging in the succubus’ sweet, subtle scent. She wanted to reject this creature with every fiber of her body, but that seemed so wrong now.

The succubus looked down upon her with so much appreciation as she lifted Tracer’s gaze upward. The brunette felt weak in the knees. “It’s okay, little one. You don’t have to decide now. I know it’s such a difficult decision. Just let me take your pain away… for a little while. Let me help you remember what it feels like to be adored.”

Tracer swallowed hard as she tried to comprehend the demon’s offer. Any sort of choice was impossible to make. Emily, or this lovely creature that made her insides flutter with joy. “I… I can’t…” She finally managed to shakily reply.

“You can,” the succubus whispered in reassurance, her soft tone seeming more commanding than anything. She gently unfastened a few pieces of the speedster’s top as she slowly and respectfully slipped the fabric from the woman’s delicate shoulders. “You’re so strong, little one. Let me show you…”

Tracer’s cheeks reddened as her bare skin was exposed to the cool air of the room. There was a light shiver through her, although it wasn’t due to the temperature—it was the demon’s roaming gaze as it took in every bit of Lena’s body with open veneration. The chill of the room only helped push her toward the succubus’ warm touches, though. She continued to strip the brunette until she was only clad in sheer, thigh-high stockings and a pair of black lacy panties. The demon could have ripped them off in an instant, but instead, she tugged them down her thighs with torturous slowness.

Tracer felt the heat radiating from between her legs as her arousal grew more intense. Yet again, she found her eyes drawn to the straining bulge in the confines of the demon’s flimsy outfit. There was a definite wet spot where the tip of that massive dick rested. Lena gasped as she was picked up and placed in the middle of the bed, feeling the slick, seductive sensation of the silk against her skin. She watched the shadows continue to dance along the walls, hinting at the possibility that even more entities inhabited this mysterious space.

“Look how wet you are,” the succubus purred as she drank in the sight of Lena’s glistening flesh, spread out like a wanton offering to her. The air grew thick with the scent of arousal and dark magic as she climbed onto the bed between the brunette’s legs. She lightly trailed her sharp nails along Lena’s inner thighs, leaving fresh, red marks upon the pale skin. On her hands and knees, the demon sharply arched her back and leaned forward to take in Tracer’s scent before she happily sighed and stood at the front of the ornate bed. The impossible and intricate bindings fell away all at once, revealing every bit of the succubus’ luscious flesh in all of her unholy glory. Her substantial dick stood proudly between her thick thighs while pre-cum steadily dripped from the wide, flared tip.

At that moment, Tracer forgot all about Emily. She hungrily licked her lips as she stared at the demon’s massive cock and anxiously rubbed her thighs together as she imagined what it would feel like as it pumped into her. The succubus knew exactly what Lena wanted and eased onto the bed again, pushing the woman’s legs wide while her cock heavily bobbed with each little motion she made. “That’s right,” the demon huskily stated. “Forget everything except me.”

The speedster laid there on the silk sheets, completely helpless as the succubus crawled over her. The demon lingered in place for a moment as they were nose-to-nose and Lena stared, cross eyed, into those hypnotic orbs. After a moment, the demon gave a cute, mischievous giggle before she continued on her path, aligning her dick to be more in line with the brunette’s pussy. Lena felt the thick, hot head nudge against her dripping folds and a sudden gasp of surprise spilled from her mouth.

The creature happily moaned as she eased forward, steadily introducing more of her dick into Tracer’s submissive form until the woman felt the seemingly scalding heat of the succubus’ balls as they pressed against her rear. With the demon’s cock fully embedded within her, Lena was no longer gazing into those captivating eyes. Instead, her attention was on the succubus’ large, pendulous breasts as they hung directly in her face. Her hands trembled as she reached up with uncertainty, finally finding the courage to dig her fingers into the soft, gently-swaying flesh.

The succubus moaned appreciatively as Tracer squeezed her tits. She would let the human have her fun. A mortal’s mundane desires hardly mattered to her. The demon’s eyes fluttered as she eased her hips back and forth, sensuously pumping her cock in and out of her prey. Tracer had already been so dulled by her exposure to the otherworldly being that she didn’t even feel the way her essence was being slowly drained away with each and every thrust. Her cock swelled thicker, her pre-cum seeping into the woman’s body while her pussy was stretched and reshaped so that only the succubus’ attention would ever bring her pleasure again.

Dark, unseen energy hummed around them both as Lena was corrupted. The speedster’s dependence wasn’t only physical, though. The unwitting brunette was already forming an addictive bond to the demon that would never break. Tracer’s free will was being replaced by a devoted obsession as her mind clouded and filled with the need to serve. A desperate moan spilled out as she tilted her head back. Her body squirmed beneath the demon, not out of resistance, but to deepen the sensation of pleasure that flowed through her. That was all that mattered now.

The demon’s breasts jiggled and bounced in Tracer’s face as the unholy creature’s tempo hastened. Lena’s eyes rolled back, her tongue lolled from her mouth as wanton moans echoed through the lavish room. Stars burst behind her eyes and her whole body tingled as the tip of the succubus’ cock reached places that no one else ever could. Her pussy constantly clenched around the length, as if trying to milk out more of the addictive essence that had already seized her mind.

Each time the succubus withdrew, Tracer felt an aching emptiness until the demon plunged forward again. While her senses were dulled, she was completely aware that she was losing herself to these wondrous sensations. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably as she felt all of that bliss finally welling up within her. The addiction fueled her as she greedily met her demonic lover’s thrusts with her own upward lunges of her hips.

The pressure steadily built within Tracer while her mind and body reeled from the massive cock’s relentless assault. If she had bothered to look down, she would have seen her flat stomach distend with each deep thrust. Her inner walls spasmed around the succubus’ dick while fresh wetness gushed from her dripping cunt, her body already conditioned to beg for more of the addictive corruption. “Y-yes…!” Lena howled as she came. Her eager hands left the demon’s chest to aggressively squeeze her own breasts, pinching, tugging, and rolling her hard nipples between her anxious fingers.

Despite the sheen of sweat that covered her devotee’s body, the succubus kept going, wringing out every bit of pleasure from the pliant, addicted woman. Drool leaked from Tracer’s mouth as her higher reasoning gave way to only basic instinct. The corruption was like honey—sticky, sweet, and trapping all resistance. She didn’t want to fight it anyway. This was better than thinking—better than being human. Lena’s whole existence was to be a cumdump for this dark goddess.

It wasn’t long before the succubus came as well. Her big cock pulsed, further stretching Tracer’s pussy while she continued to slam into the petite woman’s body. Lewd and wet noises echoed through the chamber as demonic cum and Lena’s fluids mixed and churned within her. The flared tip made an obscene schlick-ing sound as it speared in and out of her stretched entrance.

As the demon’s hips came to a slow stop, she purred happily as she beheld Tracer’s over-fucked expression. Her tongue still hung out of her open mouth while drool trailed along her cheek. Her eyes flickered in a poor attempt to focus again as they continuously settled on an upward-rolling state again. The succubus lovingly traced her fingertip along Lena’s cheek, sliding it to her chin before giving a satisfied giggle. “Such an extraordinary new admirer…”

“Y-yours…” Tracer managed to mutter while a concerning and delighted grin stretched from ear to ear.

“Oh,” the succubus said with nothing but condescension in her tone, “that’s right, little one. I know. Such a perfect, little pet…” She praised Lena as she finally withdrew her cock. Thick torrents of cum gushed from Tracer’s stretched pussy, all while Lena quivered with pleasure as she still believed the succubus truly loved her.

And in her own way, she did…

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