Summoning Hearts

Silas the sorcerer has a crazy plan, he is going to summon several planar and elemental spirits and then tie them to his soul so he may replicate and combine their powers! And since he is doing so, he might as well summon those that look like gorgeous ladies. Under the watchful eye of his always exasperated pixie familiar, the sorcerer gets ready to start with a bang by summoning a succubus.

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"This is the stupidest idea you've ever had," said Lira, pinching the bridge of her nose with a look of utter frustration.

Silas looked at her with a smug smile, his spell book and summoning circle ready and raring to go. "You say that about all my plans..."

Lira pouted and grumbled as she hovered closer to him, her gossamer wings leaving an ephemeral trail of glittering dust. "That's because you are a complete numbskull that's going to get killed! Or worse!" the pixie familiar shouted at her master with genuine concern.

The sorcerer put his spell book aside for a moment, extending his hand towards his familiar, becoming her to come.

Lira landed on his hand with her diminutive bare feet, her dark mahogany skin contrasting with his, a shade that had always reminded her of parchment. Her hair was an odd but striking blue with purple highlights, the same colors as a morning glory, and she kept it pulled back in a long, tight ponytail.

She looked at him with her peach-coloured eyes, arms crossed over her small chest, her figure so small an onlooker from afar could have confused her with a particularly large butterfly.

Silas returned the look, his amber eyes still radiating a confident smugness that made the pixie bristle like a cat, her wings almost twitching.

After a brief tense moment, Lira seemed to relax, or more appropriately, give up. She wouldn't say it out loud, but she found his handsome face disarming. It was oddly chiselled and clean-shaven, with a strong jaw that would have fitted better in a valiant warrior or steadfast paladin, not the bookish nerd that he was.

Perhaps more damningly, it was also partly her fault, for he was already handsome when he had summoned her, but after he became an expert in transmutation magic, he asked her for advice on how to make himself look better. And by the gods he had done a good job.

It also was another of those things that confused her and others about Silas, often he behaved with such self-confidence that it seemed he was ready to crawl up his own ass... yet he also threw you off by being oddly attentive to certain things, such as realising that he wouldn't be a good judge for his own attractiveness, thus asking Lira for help.

He grinned again, his almond coloured eyes shining with a naughty glint. Lira pouted once more, throwing her arms to her sides. "You'll be the death of me!" she shouted at him in frustration, though her tone also signalled that she had given up in stopping him.

"We got this, cutie," he said, giving her a wink, "just be sure to follow the plan."

Lira let out a long sigh, before finally taking off his hand with delicate flutters from her butterfly wings. "Fine... just please be careful..."

He gave her another wink and turned around, oblivious to his familiar's blushing.

The small pixie then glided slowly to the other side of the summoning ring, landing on a small stand he had placed there so she may back up his spell when the time came.

Silas' home was not much, just a small cottage off the beaten path that he had made liveable thanks to his magic. Turns out house improvements are easier when you can transmute rotten wood back into firm varnished oak and crumbling stone work into neatly placed bricks with a spell or two.

Mind you, it was still exhausting, magic was tiring, despite not appearing so, but it was good to have options.

Most of the people from the nearby town avoided the cottage. Rumor was that a nasty old witch had lived there for years, so everyone was terrified of it holding any ghosts or curses.

Silas of course had seen it, and said "perfect!" to himself and moved in without a second thought. Fortunately, the rumours about the nasty curses and ghosts had been just rumours, unless you consider mould and a lack of a toilet the product of evil sorcery.

Regardless, they had turned the basement into a little magical lab, its walls covered in bookshelves with every magic tome Silas could find, and also a few spicy romance novels for Lira...

It was really cramped though. Silas had to remove his desk and chair just to fit the summoning circle. He didn't use it much, though, preferring to read in bed.

Lira had suggested they light some candles for mood before the ritual, but the sorcerer pointed out that the lack of windows and the abundance of paper made it impractical... and dangerous. This prompted the tiny pixie to scream, "But summoning a demon isn't?!" in disbelief. In the end, Silas had just cast a long-lasting light spell in the room, which made the basement oddly bright.

Regardless, things were ready, and both had taken their positions on either side of the circle, ready for Silas to commence his spell.

He looked anything but a talented sorcerer, Lira thought to herself. The young man wore nothing but black pants and comfortable socks, his smooth, broad chest oddly striking as he held his spell book in his right hand and lifted his left in concentration.

The summoning circle began to glow with an eerie red light, its arcane lines flickering as they filled with power across the floorboards. At the centre of the circle lay something like a burlap sack or bag, carefully filled with "stuff living things are made of," according to Silas, at least.

For an interplanar creature to become physical in the mortal realm, it needed some kind of receptacle... usually a body to possess or inhabit. Silas, however, was adamant that his odd cocktail in a sack, combined with his transmutation expertise, would be enough to allow the creature to materialise.

Jolts of cracking energy filled the room, shooting from side to side as Silas' long auburn hair began to levitate. His eyes brimmed with power, the sorcerer's focus locked onto his spell.

The sack at the centre of the circle started to shift and move, as if glitching through reality. It slowly levitated into the air, apparently unable to maintain its shape, bending and twisting in ways that shouldn't be possible.

Silas seemed to focus on it, moving his mind's eye into the centre of the circle, and as he clenched his left hand... it exploded.

A mass of swirling particles flooded the area inside the circle, like a thick, formless cloud unsure of what it wanted to be. Slowly, the strange twister began to coalesce into clumps, small ones at first, which reminded Lira of bubbles, but they gradually expanded and stretched until a vague feminine shape emerged within.

With a flash of light, the figure solidified and came into view. The creature inside the circle had the appearance of a stunningly beautiful woman, so much so that it was unnatural. Unsurprising for a succubus, really.

Their kind was well known for being able to assume any shape or form that a partner would find desirable, but at this time she looked like a woman with pale skin, long slender legs and a perfect set of proportions, almost as if someone had carefully measured her and decided her ratios with mathematical precision. Which in retrospect she probably did.

Her face was like that of a porcelain doll made of flesh, with big bright eyes of a deep blue colour and carmine red lips that were begging to be kissed.

She was wearing a black dress that went from her neck to her ankles... but was anything but demure. It had multiple openings, slits and gaps that exposed her cleavage, belly, hips and legs, covering just enough to tease without revealing, and almost begging to be parted for someone to take a peek. Her getup was complete with a pair of vertigo inducing dark high-heeled shoes.

Aside from her oddly perfect, yet human features, she had a few traits that marked her as a demon. A pair of breathtakingly beautiful black wings sprouted from her back, just below her shoulder blades. They looked somewhat similar to a dove's, but even that parallel would have caused debate amongst bird watchers, provided the rest of her allowed them to focus on it.

Though the exact spot was hidden by her fringe, a pair of small, pointy horns protruded from the sides of her forehead. They were of a dark red and curved gently backwards. Despite their sharp tips, they looked more cute than threatening.

A thin tail protruded from her exposed tailbone, its sinuous form ending in a spade tip that reminded one of a heart. The flexible appendage seemed to curl and bend with a mind of its own, as if it was always ready to strike at something.

Finally, her head was crowned by a beautiful mane of curly, fiery red hair that shone with an alluring brightness. The fact that it didn't have a single tangle was perhaps the most supernatural thing about her.

She stood at the centre of the circle while studying Silas with her deep blue eyes, a small smile curling on her lips as she held her face with one of her slender hands.

"You used an alchemical mix instead of a live body to summon me... a first for me..." she said with a grin, "I take you didn't want to sacrifice anyone for your wicked desires, sorcerer?"

Silas grinned back at her, obviously happy that his plan had been recognised. "That's right! But not just because of that! Using a sacrifice would have been too easy!"

The succubus giggled. It was an aggressively sweet and disarming giggle that would have made anyone attracted to her melt into a puddle. "My! Aren't you a daring and talented sorcerer!" she said, putting her hands together as if she was genuinely impressed, "such an honour to be summoned by someone like you!"

Lira felt like puking. On the one hand, it was utterly transparent what she was doing, but on the other hand, her tone, posture and body language were perfect. Most would have fallen for it.

Silas smiled with a hand on his chest, happy to bask in the adulation. "Always nice to meet people that appreciate quality spell casting!" he said while nodding to himself.

A predatory glint shone in the succubus eyes, the demon moving slowly towards the edge of the circle. "I'm already excited to know what you have in mind for little old me..."

The sorcerer crossed his arms over his chest, looking at her with smugness. "So nice of you to ask! I'm going to bind you with my magic and tether your power to my soul..."

She just stood there, looking at him for an awkward moment, before putting her hands on her hips with a confused look. "Come again?"

Lira rolled her eyes, here comes the rant, she thought to herself.

"You see, I found a way to tether an otherworldly creature to my soul, and thus making their power my own without stealing it!" he said enthusiastically, "I can then use this power to improve the region and myself, potentially even making my own pocket plane!"

The succubus blinked at him with disbelief. "Normally, when a young sorcerer summons me is because they want to fuck a succubus..." and I get to eat their soul, she was surely leaving out, "but this is a first..."

She crossed her arms, her posture becoming more defensive... yet more natural. "So it's just a coincidence that you summoned a succubus? Any demon would have worked?"

Silas grinned again, as if about to show the world how smart he was again. "Any demon would do... yes... but if I'm going to bind my soul to some powerful creatures, might as well make them beautiful extraplanar ladies!"

The succubus just stared at him, cutely tilting her head like a curious animal. "That... makes sense, I guess."

"Of course it does!" Silas said, proudly, "I craft my plans carefully!"

Lira was once more facepalming hard behind them.

The demoness' posture seemed to subtly change, her aura becoming darker, more threatening. "This is all very cute, sorcerer..." she said with a sweet tone that reeked of malicious contempt, "but what makes you think you can bind me at all?"

Silas flicked through his spell book with a flourish, reading something from it before dramatically closing the tome.

"Because, my dear guest, I know your name..." he said with quiet confidence before uttering a series of awkward and difficult to pronounce syllables in the abyssal language perfectly.

Demons were not used to mortals being able to impress them, much less scare them, but hearing her true name said out loud in this place almost shattered the succubus' composure. Her form appeared to flicker for a moment, as if even keeping a solid shape had become hard, if only for a second.

The fiend's deep blue eyes were opened wide, her jaw slightly hanging in shock. "Ho--how! How did you learn my true name?!"

Silas pressed his own thumb to his chest, clearly delighted that she had asked him this. "I dived in the oceans of knowledge in the far realms to find it! Took me a whole week!"

The succubus jaw almost hit the floor, her sensual and seductive pose broken. "A mortal's mind should be able to withstand that! It should have turned your brain to soup!"

It's because there is a hole or a brick where a brain should be, Lira thought to herself.

"And now!" Silas said, raising his hands, "it's time for the binding!"

The succubus tried to lash out to him, but the barrier from the summoning circle stopped her. Long, vicious claws had grown from her nails, and her eyes were deep pools of the darkest black imaginable. She scraped at the magical force field as if she was a beast scratching glass, desperate to break through.

Silas began chanting, weaving her name into the spell... Unbreakable golden chains appeared from thin air, wrapping around her legs, arms and waist, dragging her back to the centre of the circle. A thick metal gag, the same colour as the chains, clamped over her lower jaw to silence her and block any spells.

Her thrashing continued, and it was clear her power was immense, for even with the added strength of her true name, the bindings struggled to contain her.

As the spell progressed, the chains seemed to creep around her more and more, lines of golden power growing on her skin as the binding sunk deep into her being. After a short but intense few moments, she appeared to be completely immobilised.

"Lira, now!" Silas shouted to his familiar.

The little pixie jumped from her perch and dived into the summoning circle, just as he had instructed her when they were planning. She moved as quickly as her magical wings would allow her, reaching the centre of the circle in a fraction of a second.

After intoning her part of the spell, she placed her hand on the back of the succubus' neck, and a great flash of light followed.

A long, loud grunt that almost sounded orgasmic came from the fiend, who fell to her knees as her whole body was engulfed by the lines of power crisscrossing it.

Slowly, the aura of power in the room diminished, as if reality was calming down... The succubus lay on her knees in the centre of the now dead summoning circle, her chains gone but for a beautiful gleaming thin golden collar locked tightly around her neck.

With an oddly serene face, she touched it, sensually biting her lip as her fingers slid along the metal. After feeling it for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, she extended her hand to Silas as if asking to be helped up, which the sorcerer did with a smile.

The succubus looked around the room, finally looking over her shoulder and seeing Lira, who was hovering just behind her. She gave the pixie a respectful look, before turning her gaze once more to Silas.

"Well then... it seems your bravado was backed by your power..." she said once more in a sensual tone that sounded more natural than when she first spoke.

"I only brag about the things I train hard to do! It would be hypocritical otherwise!" Silas said with his fists on his hips.

The succubus turned her head to look at Lira again. "Is he like this for real?" she asked the pixie with incredulity.

Lira nodded back at her with an exasperated look. "Shockingly... yes..."

"Huh..." said the succubus before turning once more towards the sorcerer. "Well then..."

She did a little curtsy to him, her expression once more one of sensual perfection. "I wish to know the name of the one that has bound me..."

The sorcerer smiled, clearly happy to answer. "My name is Silas! Though I haven't earned a fancy moniker to go with it..."

"The knucklehead..." said Lira while rolling her eyes.

The succubus giggled at her comment, and her laugh felt oddly genuine.

"And what name do you go by, demon?" Silas asked the succubus.

She did a polite bow before wrapping her arms around herself in an oddly erotic fashion. "You may of course call me whatever you wish... but I normally go by Azar... Master..."

The way she said the word master seemed to make the air vibrate. Even Lira got hot and bothered... though she would never admit it.

Silas smiled and placed a hand on the succubus head... petting her. This left the demon perplexed, but she quickly leaned onto the pets, her tail wiggling happily.

"Azar is such a sexy name, I love it!" said Silas with disarming sincerity. "Now then, let's move upstairs so I can do the tethering spell as planned..."

"That wasn't the spell you just did?" asked both Azar and Lira in unison, both ladies looking at each with curiosity for a second after doing so.

Silas let out a chuckle. "Oh no! That was just the binding! I had to bound you to my will, otherwise you would have sucked my soul out and killed me!"

Azar looked at him for a moment before giggling and shrugging her shoulders. "Yeah, I can't argue with that..."

"What does this other spell involve, then? Will it hurt?" she asked with a pensive look.

Silas shook his head while pulling Azar close to his chest, a lustful glint in the demon's eyes as her bosom was gently squished against his skin. "Oh no, quite the contrary! My research indicates that a very lovely orgasm is the best way to trigger the tether!"

Azar's expression became gleefully lustful, she was almost licking her lips. "That sounds most delightful..."

Lira was blushing like a tomato, her mouth agape with shock. "You are going to do what?!"

Silas gave his familiar a puzzled look. "You didn't read my notes?"

"There were dozens of pages written in your size!" she crossed her arms pouting shyly, "and most of it looked as if you were writing smut!"

The sorcerer tilted his head like a confused cat. "But you like smutty novels..."

"Not the point!" shouted Lira, her wings trembling anxiously.

Azar threw a fiery look at the pixie, her deep blue gaze almost going through her. "Jealous, little one?"

Silas laughed before Lira could say anything. "She shouldn't be! She is more than free to have fun with you too!"

The succubus looked at her Master perplexed once more... but eventually the penny dropped and things clicked in her mind.

No words were spoken between both ladies, yet Lira could read Azar's thoughts in her eyes... he thinks you are only into girls...

The pixie's pouting and uncomfortable shuffling was answered enough for the succubus, who, to Lira's surprise, gave her a complicit wink.

"Well, unless you order otherwise, Master, she's more than welcome to enjoy my company..." Azar's words made Lira so aroused that it felt as if her wings had just hit a lit candle.

"What a good girl you are, Azar..." said Silas, holding her close with one arm and petting her more. The succubus seemed to be the exact height to rest her head on his chest while wearing her high heels, almost as if she was subtly changing her shape for her new Master. Neither Lira nor Silas seemed to have noticed, though.

"Wait a second..." said Lira, hovering closer to them, "the spell has bound you to him, but you aren't fighting it at all! Shouldn't you be looking for loopholes? Weaknesses?"

Azar pressed herself closer to Silas, a naughty smile on her face. "Every demon is effectively a slave for the Abyss, this almost feels like a holiday!"

Lira blinked several times with a surprised look. "What?"

"I'm serious..." the succubus said with a hand on her chest, "while I'm bound to him no one can nag me to collect more souls, or have to deal with the politics of the abyss or an annoying rival trying to kill me..."

"Honestly, this is great!" Azar had a wide happy grin.

Lira looked at Silas, trying to process what she was just told. "Is she telling the truth?"

The sorcerer looked down at the succubus, who looked back at him with wide puppy eyes. Silas sensually placed a finger on Azar's golden collar, the succubus letting out a lewd moan in response.

"Azar, did you just tell us the complete truth? The binding compels you to obey..." his tone was oddly serious.

The succubus bit her lip, her body shivering as if a wave of arousal was coursing her body. "I left out that I'm curious to see how powerful you can get, and how that might benefit me in the long term..."

"But I haven't planned that far, and the rest is absolutely true!" She seemed almost proud of it, and both Lira and Silas couldn't help but to find it cute.

Silas grinned and looked back at his familiar. "Satisfied, Lira?"

The pixie let out a long sigh, her body seemingly just hanging from her wings. "Fine!" she said, giving up, "let's just get on with it..."

"Excellent!" said Silas as he picked up a surprised Azar in his arms, "damn, you're very light!"

Azar giggled in his arms, very much enjoying being cradled like this, her tail mindlessly curling around his thigh. "I can be as heavy or light as you wish, Master..."

Silas nodded at her as he took them up the stairs and into the cottage proper, Lira hovering behind. "I was aware, it was still a nice surprise you chose this weight, makes it easy to carry you around..."

The succubus sensually bit one of her fingers, making a mental note of this for the future.

It was mid-afternoon, Silas had discarded the notion of having to do the summoning at midnight as baseless nonsense, which meant the cottage was still filled with gentle light slipping through the windows.

Leaving behind the utilitarian ground floor, he went upstairs to the bedroom, which he and Lira had tirelessly shaped with magic until it became the very definition of cosy.

He walked to the huge fluffy bed and sat down on its bottom edge, his eyes locked with Azar's.

The succubus seemed surprised by his gaze, almost taken back by its sincerity. As he leaned forward, she closed her eyes, surrendering her lips to him.

Both sorcerer and succubus seemed to meld in a shockingly passionate kiss, so fiery it felt the room was about to go up in flames. Azar was overtaken by it, one of her hands sliding to the back of his head, while the other sensually clawed at his chest.

Her tail and legs tensed up, a dirty moan escaping her throat as their tongues intertwined.

As their lips pulled apart, both of them looked at each other panting. The succubus was flustered and surprised. Something about his intensity and sincerely had completely shattered her expectations.

"Ho--how did you learn to kiss like that?!" she said, biting her lip while her tail coiled around her own legs.

"I gave him pointers..." said Lira, pouting as she hovered towards something akin to a dollhouse built for her size, "and then he summoned a nymph and asked her to teach him..."

Silas smiled with pride. "She was such an amazing teacher! She even brought some of her dryad friends for the more advanced lessons!"

Azar was once more flabbergasted. "But nymphs are famously prudish... they shy away from anyone with impure thoughts and usually hate humans!"

The sorcerer had a smug look on his face. "Guess that makes me special!"

"You're special, alright..." said Lira, stepping inside her dollhouse.

"Thanks, Lira!" he shouted to his familiar, oblivious to her sarcasm. "Honestly, I couldn't pull off half of this without her," he added, turning his gaze back to the succubus.

The little pixie hid inside the dollhouse while pouting, but Azar noticed that she was peeking from one of the diminutive windows.

A lewd smile curled in Azar's lips, she obviously liked the idea of Lira watching them.

Silas playfully dropped Azar on the fluffy bed, right before fiddling with her revealing dress to remove it. Unsurprisingly, it turned out to be very easy to do, and in a moment the succubus was starkly naked but for her heels.

Despite her dress leaving little to the imagination, her nakedness was still a sight to behold. She was curvy, but just enough to elicit those thoughts, her skin flowing flawlessly along her shape like a warm river.

Azar sensually squeezed her delightful breasts together, inviting him to touch her. She couldn't help but to rub her thighs against each other, dirty wet sounds coming from her nethers.

Silas gave her a long look, obviously delighted with what he was seeing, and stood up for a moment to remove his tight trousers.

He had surprisingly strong legs, but Azar was more interested in his meaty manhood and testes. The succubus had a pretty good nose for these things, and while she expected to like what Silas was carrying, his nethers appeared to be... perhaps not bigger, but stronger? More potent?

They were completely hairless, and their sight somehow made her loins ache for attention. She wondered if that nymph they mentioned had done something to him, if so, she felt respect for the forest fae, for she had done an amazing job.

Silas took off his socks too, which Azar found funny for some reason, and he crawled in bed next to her. The sorcerer pulled her close again, his big frame almost enveloping her, all while his dexterous hands glided along her skin.

His left hand meandered towards her belly, so smooth and silky it was to die for, while his right caressed her chest, giving her a nice squeeze on her right breast after teasing her for a moment.

Azar let out a long moan, her legs rubbing harder together as she leaned closer to him with a needy look.

As a succubus, she fed on lust and wantonness, the draining of souls less a need and more of a job, since those souls were needed to make more demons. An orgasm did taste better when draining a soul, though, or at least that had been her experience.

Regardless, most mortal passions tasted the same, filling and pleasurable, but unremarkable. Silas though... his lust was... odd. Azar really couldn't describe it. But for some reason she felt like a moth flying towards a candle, her body was screaming for him to feed her, like a pet whimpering for her owner.

She wondered if Lira felt the same, shooting a look to the peeping pixie, who was clearly on her knees and touching herself. Her little peach-coloured eyes drinking Silas and Azar in as if she was dying of thirst, and they were fresh water in an oasis.

The succubus closed her eyes with a moan as Silas started rubbing her belly more effusively, all while giving her nips on her ear. She instinctively changed the shape of her ears to make them slightly pointy, similar to a half elf, which her Master rewarded with lewder nibbles, making her shiver even more.

His belly rubbing was making her blush, it felt so sweet and intimate. Somehow, he had completely disarmed her... and the demon, for the first time in her long life, felt utterly defenceless.

She had engaged in many kinks with both mortals and demons alike, including some pet play. Yet, Silas' belly rubbing and gentle pets did not feel like pet play... it felt as if she was truly a pet... his pet.

A wave of embarrassment and joy rushed from her toes to her head, this facsimile of mortal flesh she was wearing making it even harder to ignore.

She wanted this... she wanted to be his pet...

The succubus looked back at him, his eyes locked with hers. "You're such a good girl..." he said, sensually rubbing her belly a bit lower while giving her a nice squeeze on her breast.

Azar almost melted, her pleading puppy eyes the most honest look she had ever worn in her life.

"Re-really...?" she asked, nervously wiggling her tail and peddling her feet.

He nodded at her, kissing her forehead. "Yes! You are such a sweet obedient girl... it's such a delight to hold you..."

The succubus' mind was shattering... Was she... smitten? With a mortal...?

She placed her hands over his, encouraging him to squeeze her harder and pet her lower... Silas was happy to oblige, a disarmingly sweet smile on his lips.

As his fingers reached her mound, her beautiful demonic brand, typical in most succubi specially when not hiding what they are, started to glow so much it seemed to be on fire.

"Ma--Master...?" she said, not sure what to ask.

"Yes, puppy?" he said with the same sweet tone.

Puppy?! Azar thought. The word bounced around her head like an out of control wrecking ball. "W--why did you just call me puppy?!"

Silas giggled, giving her a sensual kiss. "Because you are looking at me with puppy eyes, it felt right..."

By the abyss, she thought, it *feels* right... It was not the first time she had been called puppy... but all previous times it had been a tool, a playful thing to embody and extract as much lust from a mortal as they could muster. Now, however, coming from his lips...

"Do you like it?" he asked, his hand slowly moving lower, tantalisingly close to her smooth and hairless slit.

Azar felt as if she was melting in his arms, her whole being screaming for him to just take her. "I... I do..." she said, unable to lie to him even though he wasn't using the power of the binding at the moment.

"Well then..." he said, his warm fingers finally sliding slowly along her lower lips, "let's make this puppy wag..."

Something exploded inside Azar. His words and his touch triggering something in the succubus that she wasn't even aware existed before.

A wonderful orgasm overtook her, even though he barely had touched her. As her body shook and shivered, he plunged his middle and ring fingers inside her wet and inviting pussy, making her eyes roll back while she moaned like a whore.

"Open your soul to me, puppy..." he said whispering in her ear, "let me touch you... the real you..."

He wasn't being metaphorical, it was as if he was fingering her directly on her soul, on that ephemeral part of her that existed beyond mortal planes.

She just couldn't resist, whatever defences she had left either shattered or willingly parted for him, letting the sorcerer just waltz in and do as he wished.

"Good girl... good girl..." his words only made the savage non-stop orgasm feel even better and more intimate, she was completely at his mercy... and loving every second of it.

"Do it! Take it! Take what you want! Take all my power!" her eyes had rolled back onto her skull and were glowing with intensity, "just make me your puppy, please! Please! Plea--"

Her pleading was broken by the final crescendo of her orgasm, the succubus' body arching delightful on the bed while Silas covered her in kisses, his fingers still deep inside her.

As focus slowly came back to her mind, the waves of the delightful orgasm still reverberated through her gently, she felt it for the first time. The tether.

The crazy sorcerer had actually pulled it off, and now their souls were connected at a fundamental level, her power flowing into him, though less as a pipe and more like a lens.

He wasn't stealing her power, but focusing it, somehow. Despite being a succubus, arcane knowledge was not something she inherently knew, so she had no idea how he had pulled it off.

But it was real, palpable... unbreakable.

She looked at him with sheepish eyes, feeling small and weak for the first time in her long inhuman life. No wonder his familiar was annoyed, bemused and ravenous for him at the same time...

"Are you OK, puppy?" he said, moving his fingers gently inside her to steal a little moan from her again.

Azar moaned for him with abandon, the desire to please him absolutely overpowering. Anything, she thought, anything to hear him call me a 'good girl' again...

She pressed her cheek against him, biting her lip while gently squeezing his hands with hers. "I feel... wonderful..." she said, with honesty. "Was I a... a... g--goo--"

"Yes, you are a really good girl, Azar... I'm proud of you..." he said with a disarming smile.

If Azar's body could speak on its own at that moment, it would be screaming something along the lines of "just fuck me! Break me! Pound me like a bitch in heat!"

Unfortunately, his words made her mind feel like jelly, so instead she gave him her best pleading eyes and shy playful licks on his chest.

He kept fingering her sensually, enjoying the soft little moans escaping her lips and the wetness of her warm pussy. Despite her body screaming for him, Azar's mind seemed to have settled into a quiet sensual calm, and she finally noticed his cock rubbing against her thigh.

It was burning and throbbing like a fleshy volcano desperate to explode. She could feel his heartbeat pulsating through his cock, her own heart seemingly mirroring his pulse.

While still utterly lost in his gaze, the succubus slowly moved her left hand towards his manhood, wrapping her slender fingers around it and giving it a gentle squeeze before lovingly stroking it. Silas closed his eyes for a moment and moaned for her... His moan triggered a wave of warmth across her body, filling her with equal parts happiness and lust.

"Let me serve you..." she said, devouring every shiver from her lover, both literally and metaphorically, in her case.

Silas smiled back at her and bit his lip, clearly imitating his lover. "Tell me puppy... Do you like giving blow jobs?"

If you asked me, I would shatter kingdoms, lay their women at your feet and make them worship your cock for all eternity, she thought to herself. But in her smitten state, the most she could muster was an effusive and playful, "I do..."

He gave her another of those disarming smiles and laid on his back, getting comfortable on the bed.

Azar let out a shy giggle as she slid down the bed and crawled between his legs, facing his nethers directly.

The succubus stared at them with her deep eyes... Silas' cock was surprisingly thick and heavy, the girthy member barely making an angle against his belly while erect.

Unable to keep away from him, she laid chest down on the bed between his legs and nuzzled him between the bottom of his shaft and his meaty ball sack.

He let out a delightful moan for her as he gripped the bedsheets with his hands.

Azar had a mischievous smile on her face. She really liked to make her partners moan, but men were a particular treat...

The succubus started to give him gentle kisses and licks at the base of his shaft, her right hand gently cupping and massaging his heavy testes while her left firmly gripped and stroked his length.

Silas let out a series of long happy groans as Azar truly went to work, the demoness not so much playing with his nethers as worshipping them devotedly.

She sensually licked the back of his cock while delicately pulling down his foreskin, exposing his sensitive tip. The succubus wrapped her lips around it with a needy look, her tail curling and wiggling as if looking for something to coil around.

Azar was stupidly horny, which was odd for a succubus. Normally, having sex for her would be more akin to having dinner, and all her practiced expertise was focused on getting the most delicious lust out of her partner.

But him, she wanted to please... she wanted to squeeze every single moan out of him and drown him in bliss. She wanted to make him proud... so he called her a good girl again.

The succubus started to curl her inhumanly long tongue around his cock, enveloping it as he moaned louder for her.

Ravenous for him, she deep throated him with abandon, her lips touching his body as his tip throbbed down her throat. Her gaze remained locked forward, longing for his eyes and look of approval, but Silas was arching in delight, his head pressed against the pillow.

Azar's wetness dripped down her legs in small but noticeable tickles. A warm drop of her juices landed on Silas' thigh, making the sorcerer look down while panting.

"Damn it puppy... I can feel how needy you are right now..." he said with a smile.

The succubus looked back at him with her deep blue eyes, her lips still wrapped around his tip as she worshipped it. He was right, she was beyond needy at the moment, but she wouldn't stop sucking unless told to.

"You look so cute..." he said, making her dark wings fluff up with pride, "go on, sit on it... I can tell how much you need it..."

She stopped her sucking while still gazing at him with worshipful eyes, her teeth gently pressing on his tip to steal a final moan from him.

Right after getting that moan she craved from him, she released his cock from her lips and slowly crawled upwards, until her burning pussy lips were straddling his throbbing manhood.

Azar gently rubbed her slit sensually along his length as she placed her hands on his belly, a shiver running through both. "Which hole do you want me to use... Master?" she said, the word Master seemingly arousing her more than him.

Silas grinned at her and bit his lip, an expression of admiration mixed with lewdness on his handsome face. He placed his hands on her hips, giving the succubus another delightful shiver, before helping her lift herself enough to take his length.

"I've already felt how warm and welcoming your pussy is..." he said, showing her the two fingers he had used to pleasure her, "let's see how nice your little ass is..."

Azar couldn't help but to dig her nails slightly into his skin. She moved one of his hands to his cock so he could aim it properly, all while she sensually positioned her little asshole against his tip.

Without breaking eye contact, the succubus started sliding down his length, letting gravity do most of the work.

She instinctively made her ass as tight, warm and silky as she could fathom for him, doing her best to will it into a perfect cock sleeve for him with her shape changing powers.

And guessing from Silas' face and trembling body, she had done an amazing job. The sorcerer could help but to tense up and moan for her, the loving embrace of her hole taking him to paradise.

Still shivering from delight, the sorcerer looked at her with warmth in his eyes, making the succubus tremble and hug her breasts, instinctively wanting to look sexier for him.

"Did you just shape change as it was going inside you?" he asked while giving her a nice squeeze on her thighs.

Azar blushed and moaned as he bottomed out inside her, the demoness dripping pussy soaking his belly. "I... I did..." she said looking sheepish, "I wanted to make you feel good..."

Silas caressed her face with one hand, while the other sensually gripped her hip. "It's so cute... you are such a good girl..."

The succubus clenched him with her little ass so hard it felt as if she was trying to rip out his cock. Her pale skin blushed even more, and her wings partially covered her face.

Azar's heart was jackhammering, this wasn't normal, why was she so smitten with a mortal? Magical binding or otherwise?

She looked at Lira's doll house for support, and she spotted the tiny pixie still peeking through one of the windows, her peach-coloured eyes the only part visible of her.

The succubus could taste Lira's lustful glare, the pixie hadn't been able to stop playing with herself. Azar was well versed in kinks and desires, and she could sense that the pixie enjoyed being voyeuristic like this... but a big part of her was jealous of the demoness and craved what Azar was enjoying right now.

She was as stupidly smitten with him as Azar was, perhaps more, since they have been together longer.

An odd feeling of kinship grew in the succubus, and it made her feel better that she wasn't the only creature that had fallen hard for this strange sorcerer.

A delightfully sounding spank stole a sensual moan from her and snapped her out of her thoughts. She looked at her Master while her body still trembled, a naughty smile on his handsome face.

"Bounce puppy, show me how much you want a treat..." he said in a playful tone.

Azar started moving her hips without a word, her hands firmly planted on his belly. His mentioning of a treat made her fantasize about his cum filling her ass so much it leaked, and set a fire on her loins so savage it threatened to consume them.

Both lovers moaned and moaned as the rhythmic slaps of her beautiful ass and wet pussy smacked against his firm thighs and belly. Just as Azar started to get lost in the lovely feelings of fullness and pride, Silas' hands started travelling along her skin, making her yip in surprise and look at him with dreamy eyes.

He sensually slid a thumb into her mouth as he caressed her cheek, the beautiful demoness suckling it as if her life depended on it. His other hand groped one of her ass cheeks firmly, pinching hard enough to make her whine while clenching his cock harder.

Silas was trying to hide it, but he was doing his best to hold back and not orgasm too soon... but Azar could see right through him, even while horribly smitten by him, she was a succubus after all.

She started to bounce faster on his cock, clenching and releasing her little ass as she did so to milk him dry. Her Master was concerned with giving her a treat in the form of a lovely orgasm... but to Azar now it was more important to be his good girl, and that meant she only cared about his pleasure.

While trying his best to hold back, his hand moved down from her cheek to her beautiful slender neck, and almost instinctively he gripped her by it. She let out a whorish moan that gave him a wide smile, and continued to grip her from the neck firmly. Not enough to choke her, yet tight enough it made her feel restrained.

This gave her an idea. She couldn't do magic like him... but there were some spells and transmutations that she could instinctively pull off.

With a dirty look and sensual bite of her lip, the succubus moved his hand from her neck to her golden collar, and just as his fingers were about to touch it, the handle of a dog leash materialised from it.

Silas grinned in approval and grabbed it, pulling the handle towards him. As he did, links on a golden chain seemed to flow out of her collar, stopping when it was long enough that he was holding it taut with his hand against his chest.

Azar's eyes almost sparkled with lustful joy, her Master completely on the edge and struggling to hold back.

To her joy, he spanked her again, with more gusto this time, the lovely sting on her rear reverberating through her body. She looked down at him with the neediest eyes a demon could give, and he responded by tugging at her leash and throwing her a kiss.

"Faster, puppy..." he said, lovingly squeezing her ass cheek while wrapping her leash around his wrist.

It was as if his words had triggered something inside Azar, who started to bounce in response so hard and fast it seemed her life depended on it.

Her sweet moans mixed with his as she arched backwards, pushing him as deep as she could without changing forms and slapping her pussy hard against his belly.

A moment before she was sure he was going to finish first, and she was happy with it, her sole focus was to please him and be a good girl. But that spank and the leash had pushed her to the edge, and her loins were bubbling like those of a mortal girl with her lifelong crush.

Despite his resilience, Silas couldn't hold any longer, and with a loud moan that echoed through the room he erupted inside her ass with a force uncommon for a mortal.

The warmth of his cum inside her ass made Azar feel as if he had chucked a match into an oil barrel in her loins. She slammed her ass against his legs with such impetus you'd think she was trying to shove his testes inside of her.

Azar's climax felt like an explosion in her loins, sending shockwaves across her body and making her arch backwards while rubbing her pussy mindlessly against his warm skin.

He held her leash firmly, stopping her body from moving backwards further, and making her mind melt with feelings she had never experienced before.

She orgasmed again, and again, and again... Her body just couldn't stop... making her grind her pussy against him like a needy mutt, his lower belly soaked in her juices. It felt so good, so right... she was even panting with her tongue out, all while her tail was so high and erect it looked like a flagpole.

Silas released her leash but kept the handle around his wrist. His hands settled on her hips, lovingly caressing them while the waves of her orgasms kept her trembling and shivering.

"Good girl, Azar... cum for Master... let it all out... good girl..." he said in a pure and innocent tone that was completely at odds with how debauched their bodies were behaving.

Her face relaxed into a one of dumb and mindless satisfaction, her tongue still out while both panted and giggled like a brain-dead bitch. Even her tail had started happily wagging.

There was no return or resistance from this... before, she had become smitten with him in a way utterly alien to her... but now she had gone many planes beyond. She grasped his wrists tightly with her hands, still swimming in the feelings and thoughts that this day and this odd human had brought her.

Slowly, still panting and drooling like a bitch in heat, she met his eyes. There was no malice, no greed in them... even his huge ego seemed to be made of candy floss.

She still couldn't fathom how someone like this came to be... perhaps some oddity of magic, born from clashing arcane currents that should never come together.

Or perhaps the product of an upbringing utterly incomprehensible to most mortals, much less a demon burn of lustful desires and wantonness.

Regardless, it didn't matter any more... she was his, binding spell or otherwise. When Azar looked at his face, she saw her Master, and she was his puppy... his bitch in heat... or whatever he wanted from her.

Overwhelmed by love, and unable to still process it or resist it, she leaned forward towards his chest, licking it up and down while looking at him longingly.

Silas hugged her tightly against his body, lovingly petting her head, back and wings. "I take this means puppy likes riding Master's cock with her ass...?"

She bit her lip with a needy look in her eyes. "If-If you call me a g-go-goo-" she clenched her teeth trying to drag the words out of her throat, his loving look of understanding making it even harder to do so.

After a few false starts and many moans and stutters, she managed to pull herself together enough to look at him with a firm longing look, all while holding his hands against her chest.

"If... if it makes you call me a go... good girl..." she said, blushing in ways a succubus was not supposed to, "I will do anything you want..."

She dropped closer against his chest after saying it, as if wanting to hide under his skin.

Azar risked a look to the side, and saw Lira looking at both with an expression much like hers, the pixie panting with a hand on the window, as if longing to be where the succubus was.

She had obviously orgasmed multiple times while gazing at them, her unseen hand still obviously playing with her nethers.

I will help you, sister... I promise... Azar thought to herself in a display of kinship and kindness unheard of in a demon. But it was far from the strangest thing that had happened today.

Silas started to pet Azar again, and she followed his hand mindlessly while smiling to herself. The succubus toyed with the idea of altering her shape to look more like a dog for him... but he had started calling her puppy in her preferred form, which made her hesitate.

There would be time to ask him, she told herself while enjoying the pets.

"You mean it, cutie...?" he asked her with a cute smile on his face.

Azar effusively nodded at him, once more licking his chest lovingly.

"OK then..." he said with a naughty smirk, "then assume if I ask you for something or say I want something from you, you'll be a good girl..." he said, making her heart swoon. "And I will make sure to remind you..."

That's all she needed for her life to be complete. Making him happy, and being called a good girl.

"Now..." he said, looking at her with sweet yet lascivious eyes... "I think part of your power is starting to show up in me..."

Azar stopped her licking for a moment, trying to figure out what he meant... quickly realising he was throbbing once more inside her. Thick, hot and meaty, as if he hadn't just orgasmed.

"It seems your lustful resistance has rubbed on me, puppy..." he said, holding her waist and moving his own lower body to rub her wet pussy more against his lower belly, stealing more lovely moans from her.

"I should put it to use and finally give that beautiful pussy of yours what it needs..." he said, petting her more effusively.

His words seemed to ignite Azar's loins again, the demoness looking at him with her tongue out, her expression both silly and happy.

Silas held her close and flipped them on the bed, his surprisingly broad body lovingly pressing against the succubus, who let out a long moan of delight in response.

He slowly backed down until he could pull out of her inhumanly tight ass, his tip coming out with a dirty, wet sound.

She squeezed her own breasts while looking up at him, desperately waiting for his instructions. Silas thankfully didn't make her wait long, telling her to turn over with a gesture from his hand.

Azar's eyes widened and almost sparkled in excitement, quickly flipping herself over and getting on all fours for him, her ass raised as high as she could while her head and torso still rested on the bed.

"Good girl! You understood me perfectly!" he said, caressing her ass.

Azar smiled to herself, her mind quivering from her Master's compliment. It hadn't been hard to know what he wanted, she was his mutt... so of course he wanted her doggy style.

Silas caressed her slick and twitching pussy for a moment, but his attention seemed to drift to her slightly gaping ass, a trickle of his cum still dripping from it.

Noticing this, she used her hands to spread herself for him, not caring how he wished to take her.

"I think puppy really enjoyed having her ass filled..." he said, kissing one of her cheeks.

Azar twitched for him, needier than ever, ready to have her ass ravaged as many times as he wished to use it.

"That will simply, not... do..." he said, and the succubus noticed he had summoned something with his magic.

Azar let out a long moan as she felt something thick, cold and metallic fill her ass. She clenched on it while moaning and biting one of the pillows, her body so needy for his attentions, something as silly as this had once more brought her close to orgasm.

Silas had summoned a nice thick butt plug with a gorgeous red ruby as its topper. It wasn't Azar's first butt plug, not even close to the largest she had ever used, but it was the first from her Master... and wearing it made her feel special.

"Damn, it looks good on you, puppy!" he said, giving her a loving spank, "it also keeps my cum inside you... you seem to like that..."

What she liked is that Silas seemed to find it both hot and pretty, her mind quickly making the resolution of always wearing one for him.

She looked back at him with pleading eyes, soft happy whimpers the only answer she could provide him.

"Good girl..." he said, sensually rubbing the tip of his cock on her lower lips.

Azar bit her pillow harder, her whole being begging to be ravaged by him.

She didn't have to wait long, for her Master plunged his cock as deep as he could into her needy hole. A long, delightful whimper escaped her lips as she pressed her face against her pillow, her eyes glistening with happy tears.

He started pounding her firmly, making sure each of his thrusts ended up with a wet slap of his testes against her skin.

Azar trembled with each slam, her tail possessively coiling around his neck, which made him giggle and grab her hips even more firmly.

"Don't worry puppy, I'm not going anywhere until you are good and filled..." he said as his left hand grabbed the base of her tail and pulled firmly on it.

The succubus seemed to melt as he did this, the feathers on her wings bristling as she dug her nails onto the mattress and shoved her face against the pillow to muffle the desperate whorish moan she just let out.

Her body instinctively shaped itself around him, her power apparently working for his pleasure without even consulting her own mind. Though that didn't surprise her any more.

The flesh in her pussy fluidly warped around his girth until it was a perfect sock for him, so tight she felt every inch of his length, and just deep enough for his tip to kiss her cervix with every thrust.

Silas noticed with a delighted groan, tugging on her tail a little harder while petting her lower back. "Are you shape changing your pussy for me?" he said with a sweet curious tone, "what a sweet girl you are, I need to find more ways to give you treats..."

Azar wanted to scream, this was too much for her poor little mind, unaccustomed to these mortal feelings.

He kept pounding her with gusto, each slam making the succubus feel loved and special. Azar's body seemed to grow warmer and softer, making her feel like a soft doll in his hands.

The sorcerer seemed to notice, and released her tail before moving his hands to her belly and chest. He pulled her up gently, kneeling on the bed while she was still impaled on his lap, the succubus letting out a loud moan as she was pulled away from her blanket.

Azar tilted her head to the side to look at him, and the sight of his eyes and his smile made her blush and reach desperately for his hands, pushing them closer to her body, as if afraid she could drift away.

He gave her tender kisses all along her face and neck, anywhere he could reach, his hands holding onto her as tight as he could. A small trail of happy tears dripped from her face and around her lips as she moaned.

"Cum for me, puppy..." he whispered in her ear before giving her a sensual nip.

Azar's body started twitching and trembling, her orgasm diligently arriving on his command. She had always been able to climax when she wanted, perks of being a succubus, and just another tool in her repertoire to extract the maximum lust and desire from her prey.

But his command had willed her body to do it with no input on her part, like a trained dog rolling over or giving her paw to him.

She let herself be engulfed by it, savouring its overpowering flavour, filling her to the brim with nourishing satisfaction so much her eyes were glowing with power.

Azar couldn't even moan, whine or scream, only soft little whimpers came from her lips, like bubbles making the surface of a puddle tremble.

Her pussy squeezed and drooled over his manhood as her core felt like an exploding supernova, pleading with him to finish and claim her.

As if on cue, Silas orgasmed himself, his shot surprisingly stronger and thicker than last, perhaps due to him sharing on her power.

It hit her womb with a force that Azar felt like a star falling from the heavens, a shockwave of delight washing over her from head to toe.

Her insides felt fuller and more satisfied than they had ever been, her womb a cute little balloon filled with his seed.

The succubus was flaccid like a rag doll in his arms, her face once more that of a happy drooling bitch with her tongue out like a mutt.

Her senses picked up another spike of lust in the room, Lira clearly having touched herself again while looking at them. Azar could feel the ache coming from the pixie's crotch... she had been savage with herself, and will most definitely be sore tomorrow.

Silas broke the succubus out of her stupor with a sensual kiss under her right ear, making her tail twitch and curl around his waist. He let out a soft chuckle while nuzzling her head.

"Good girl..." he said once more, the feeling of fullness inside Azar amplifying tenfold at least.

It was too much, she just couldn't keep it together any more, her mind devolving into a cacophony of his words just echoing inside her.

"Good girl... I'm Master's good girl... good girl..." she kept blabbering with a huge smile and her tongue out.

The succubus devolved into a cute little mess of wiggles, playful licks and needy whines in his arms.

Silas pulled her down towards the mattress, giving her kisses, belly rubs and pets. Each happy compliment seemed to drive her deeper into her happy and effusive state.

Eventually, both lovers seemed to relax and calm down, the quietness of the room and warmth of their bodies lulling them into a delighted haze that eventually turned to pleasant sleep.

Azar had almost curled into a little ball so she could be better embraced by her owner, a smile of pure happiness on her face.

Not long after, Lira timidly came out of her doll house and slowly hovered towards them. She had obviously cleaned herself after her messy voyeuristic session, but hadn't bothered to get dressed again, her beautiful mahogany skin almost gleaming in the tender light of the room.

The pixie stood on the mattress next to them, a conflicted look on her face.

Just then, and to Lira's shock, Azar opened her eyes, a mischievous smile on her face. Before Lira could do anything, the succubus launched her hand forward and grabbed the pixie tightly on her silky hands.

"W--Wait! What are you do--" Lira's words were muffled as Azar shoved her into her cleavage, her arms holding the pixie in place nicely squeezed between her warm and soft breasts.

Lira struggled at first, her body squirming in the succubus' bosom, with only her wings poking out. Eventually she realised it was futile, so she begrudgingly relaxed with a grumble.

The succubus' breasts were inhumanly silky and soft, and Lira pouted sifting around just enough to be able to breathe in this marshmallow heaven. Her expression made it clear how much this aroused her, despite her protestations.

Happy to have her pixie where she wanted her, Azar slowly joined her Master in their sweet nap, with Lira following shortly after, her face firmly pressed against one of the succubus' breasts.

At least we survived today... she thought to herself, and this is actually rather nice...

She was still worried about Silas' insane plan, but for now, that was tomorrow's problem...