"The Trapping and Taming of a Succubus" (for Pywakit & I, invitations later)

[PhoenixPrime01]

"The Trapping and Taming of a Succubus" (for Pywakit & I, invitations later)

It was a time before time as it's been recorded on our planet, now called Earth but then called Urth.

It's a time of might and mighty magic when spellcasters roamed the Urth and might and cunning ruled nations and villages alike. A time when mages, witches and warlocks were the power behind the thrones, if they didn't sit upon them themselves.

It was a time of infernal magics, elemental magics and devine magics when the Gods and Goddess would listen and sometimes answer the pleas of their worshippers.

During this era a Grand Warlock known only as The Grey Mage Blandar, for true names gave power and were never used and especially never by spellcasters or those they summoned to do their bidding, had been sequestered in his solitary tower deep in an enscorcelled forest full of beasts, magical traps and misdirecton spell to ensure his safety and privacy for several years.

His minions air spirits and the like tended to his needs during this time of intense research for Blandar was preparing for the most difficult and dangerous summoning and possesion in his life. He was going to summon a succubus from the fifth level of hell and bind her to him to do his bidding.

Through Urthly and hellish investigation he'd learned the true name and Urth name of one. He'd investigated her and her power and powers over time and had imbued himself with magics and runes to protect him from all she could do.

Now, for the past 6 months, he'd gathered from all over the world the components he'd need and was doing the final part needed to summon and trap her on the mortal plane.

The Pentacle had been drawn with perfect care on the floor as well as the circle within it's center that he'd drawn with equal perfection where he'd spelled out her hellish name and the name she uses in mortal form of Sasha Firesheath with the same care.

He rested a night, a day and evening, fully refreshing himself physically and mentally then late in the evening Blandar began his incantations of summoning and imprisonment.

Should he be successful she would be drawn, willingly or otherwise to the circle were her name was written. Then once imprisoned he'd force her to pledge her loyalty to him for a time before allowing her physical self to leave the circle with her 'essence' remaining within the prison where he could crush it should she defy or attempt to harm him in any way. This would also give him control of her infernal magical abilities.

A fire spirit had formed and at his command and supplied the only light, other than the scant bit shining through the windows from the last sliver of the waning moon.

He tortured his vocal cords painfully as he forced them to form syllables that the human voice was never meant to utter and only decades of learning, discipline and practice had allowed him to master.

Precisely at the mid of the night, just as the waning moon set and the new moon wouldn't rise for days, as the dark of the moon commenced it's time Blandar shouted the final fateful words as he pointed his mage's staff at her names within the circle and they burst into firey letters, "And by all of the powers devine and infernal I call you, Xzgnadrzzkt, also known as Sasha Firesheath from your level of hell into my Urthly prison to be trapped there until I've released you.
"Come to me or suffer far worse fate than any of the damned for I, Blandar, know your true name and have that power over you.
"Answer my summons or suffer for eternity my succubus slave."

No sooner has he said the final word than the prison, the Circle of Protection is briefly filled with fire and the stench of hell...

 

[Pywakit]

Sasha Firesheath twitched as the familiar pulse of expectation and promise writhed into being deep within her infernal core… someone from the Realm of Flesh was preparing to call upon her name. She smiled, uncoiled her voluptuous body from her pulsing bed of lovers, and stretched. It had been long since a mortal had dared to summon her, and with cause. Sasha had gained a reputation both in Hell and on Urth for taking mortals who dared summoned her, for defeating their paltry protective spells, for falling upon them in a furious lust and taking from them their souls. With their stolen sexual energies, she left in her wake a swath of mindless shells, their souls her trophies and currency. In this way, she had ascended through the infernal ranks with shocking speed, and now, she was perched at the cusp of the Sixth Circle, the highest level of power a succubus could hope to achieve. Yet her success had created an unforeseen problem; her notoriety had spread too far and too fast. She only needed a few more souls to transcend into the final circle, yet none from Urth dared summon her.

Until now.

She cried out in joy, laughing at the foolish pride that would dare to try to conquer her. The pulsations within her grew, strong and fierce, and her eyes widened in anticipation. This warlock who called upon her was strong, powerful, and full of potential. She might not need to collect many more orgasmic souls… if this calling proved as full and potent as it felt, it would do in and of itself to catapult her into the Sixth Circle.

Sasha stood upon her bed and raised her arms, baring her body to the summons and with a powerful blast of magic, the calling snatched her from Hell. As she tumbled through the void between worlds, all sense of velocity obscured in the featureless dark, yet sensing she traveled at a rate much faster than ever before, a twinge of nervous fear bloomed inside her. How was this warlock able to draw her to Urth with such force? He must be potent indeed!

With a blast of sulfurous smoke and a wash of crimson fire, Sasha felt the physical world appear around her, felt her own body take on its mortal form and solidify, anchoring itself to the world. The transformation always delighted her; the strange and exotic strictures on her seemed at once restraining and liberating; the tug of gravity against her flesh, the feel of cold stone beneath her naked feet, the rush of cool air against her bare flesh. As the smoke began to clear, she sighed rapturously and stood up to her full height, coiling her sinuous tail around her left leg down to her ankle and extending her bat-like wings to their full reach. She could just make out a man's form before her, and in a few more moments the infernal afterbirth of her manifestation between worlds would clear completely and she would take him. She hissed in delight, then spoke to the man, seeking to establish her dominance over him immediately.

"Who dares call upon Sasha Firesheath? Who would value his life and soul so poorly as to beckon me to his side? Who shall provide me with what I seek, a soul to fill my womb and to carry me into the Sixth Circle? You may speak now, in the last few seconds of your forlorn life, before you become my gateway to perfection!"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Blandar, the Grey Mage:

His hoarse from the summoning but still powerful and sonorous bass voice filled the summoning chamber as soon as she's stopped speaking.

As he stripped off his robe baring his hard muscled body with its covering of tattoos and brands of magical protections, including his manhood and the sack containing his balls, Blandar roared out, "Silence my succubus slave and kneel before your Urthly Master.
"Kneel and bow before him who is now your Lord and Master on the mortal plane or suffer the consequences for being disobedient and disrespectful before he who was powerful enough to snatch you from your hellish domain, he who summoned and now owns your imprisoned mortal shell as well as your infernal essence."

 

[Pywakit]

Sasha Firesheath

As the mortal addressed her, his voice strong and almost insulting in its pride and confidence, Sasha sized him up. He certainly was a fine specimen for a mortal, with a well-proportioned and muscled body, but neither that nor his equally magnificent cock could excuse his bravado. She saw that he had used all of the proper tattoos and brands of warding upon his body to prevent her magic from taking him, but of course those wards would do nothing to protect him from her more physical weapons. She snarled at the warlock.

"You dare address me like this, fleshling of Urth? I had thought to take you with pleasure, but you have chosen the way of pain!"

With that, she expanded her magical aura to fill the confines of the magic circle he had conjured her into, ready to exploit and tear apart any weakness or errors she found, and suddenly cried out in shock and unexpected pain as the runes that encircled her flared up with brilliant golden light. Her truename! He had incorporated the physical shapes of her truename into the circle!

As the initial shock wore of, Sasha fumed when she realized the blast of abjuration magic had driven her to one knee, her silvery blonde hair nearly reaching the common stone upon which she stood. Enraged, she stood up and addressed the warlock again.

"The wards on your flesh protect you from my magic. The runes in your circle bar my escape. Yet these are nothing, mortal, for you are but flesh and I am forever. Though you may keep me imprisoned here until the day your blood fails and your manhood drops from your body to nourish the graveworms, I shall remain, and when you perish I shall be free and shall await your soul at the gates of your damnation. What eternal tortures awaited you shall be child's play in the shadow of my ministrations upon you!"

Yet despite her threats, Sasha noted that the warlock remained resolute before her, and she began to fear that he knew more than the proper wardings and the physical representation of her truename. What if he possessed the third and final seal? What if he knew how to speak her name aloud, in the language of the Making? Sasha drove this remote possibility from her mind, focusing on her one real chance. To humiliate and terrify him into making a mistake.

 

[Pywakit]

Dang. Double post!

Oops. Ignore this. Double Post.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Blandar, the Grey Mage:

"As you wish it then so it shall be Sasha Firesheath.
"I do remember that I did offer you the least painful and uncomfortable way to acknowledge my mastery over you and over your powers and abilities.
"Now I shall give you a taste of what will await any indication of disobedience and disrespect in a more painful and direct manner."

Blandar walks to a nearby table and drinks from a chalice he lifts. Then he's replace it he opens a pouch and removes components then returns to stand before her and begins to utter summonings incantations as he sets a small flawless diamond and a legnth of bramble and nettle on the floor.

As she watches he summons an earth elemental composed of diamond and another whose body is made of interwoven bramble and nettle plants.

Both stand motionless facing him as he begins to utter another incantation, an incantion of nearly eternal binding as she listens and her eyes widen, she begins to tremble just a bit.

That is until he shouts out the final part that is.

"And by this dread incantation I bind Xzgnadrzzkt to me body and essence until I choose to release her.
"Whatever she does or causes to be done to me, will be done to her body and essance one thousand fold. So I decree and so it shall be by the powers who I've called upon. Those devine, those infernal and those neutral and favoring neither.
"Xzgnadrzzkt you be mine now until time ends should I wish it so!
So mote it be!"

 

[Pywakit]

Sasha Firesheath

Sasha's eyes widen as the warlock summons the elementals. Beings constructed purely of the natural world, they more than anything of the mortal realm could wreak havoc on a demon's flesh. While one of the heavenly host could arguably inflict more lasting damage to a demon's essence, an elemental was more of a threat to a demon's physical body.

And then he spoke. As he pronounced her true name aloud in the language of the Making, a terrible cold bloomed in Sasha. She screamed in rage and anguish as he continued the incantation, whirling in place at the center of the magic circle, gathering her hate and infernal rage and then lashing out at the warlock. The runes in the magic circle flared, but her will was stronger and for a brief moment she expanded beyond the confines of the prison. Her arms lashed out, her wings flared, her hair seemed to stand on end. One single talon, the claw at the tip of her index finger, reached across the outer edge of the circle and cut a shallow red line through the flesh just above the warlock's left eye.

Instantly, a thousand identical cuts manifested across Sasha's body. Her perfectly smoth tanned skin erupted in a vortex of lacerations, and deep crimson ichor sprayed from her body in an explosion of pain and torment. Sasha screamed out in agony, withdrew back into the center of the magic circle and collapsed to the ground. Crimson spread across the floor around her, and as it flowed over the lines and runes of the circle that surrounded her, fire leapt up. In a few moments, her flesh had reknited together, and no trace of the thousand cuts on her body remained, and in a few more moments the ichor she had spilled had burned away as well. To the untrained eye, she appeared as fit and healthy as ever, but Sasha knew she had made a fatal mistake. She had played right into the warlock's hands by expending almost all of her energy in an attempt to slay him as he spoke her truename, but the power of that same name protected him and turned her rage back on herself. She felt weak now, disoriented and nauseated. She could feel her power within her, as strong and vital as ever, yet she couldn't access it. She realized that the warlock had bound her to his soul, and unless he willed it, she could use none of her magical abilities. He had conquered her being, yet not her will. She was free to seethe in her own mind against the warlock, yet could do nothing to act upon her rage until he gave her permission to do so. And she doubted she'd be able to trick him into granting her such permission any time soon.

She exhaled raggedly, then shakily clambered to her feet. She turned to face the warlock again, doing her best to stand tall and proud before him yet knowing that, if he wished, he could control her like a mannequin. Still, rage and hatred burned in her eyes, emotions she knew the warlock could read with ease.

The warlock had trapped her with suprising ease, only because she had fallen into it. Now, the taming would begin, and Sasha vowed to fight it with every ounce of her infernal escence, to not repeat her mistakes. He may well win in the end, but she was determined to make him work for the prize.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Blandar, The Grey Mage:

He waved his hand over the lacereation she'd infliced above his left eyebrow and it and the blood that had flowed from it vanished in an instant as he watched her writhe in agony from the one thousand cuts that had immediately appeared all over her body and face in return for the one she's infliced on him.

He'd been surprised that even a talon had reached him, but now that the final binding was completed he could tell just how weak and exhausted that one attempt had left her.

He returned to his bench and picked up a magic stylus. Now it was time to begin to break her will to his, time to show her who was indeed the master.

Going to the diamond elemental he scribed magic runes on its indestructable crystalline back that translated into "Cold as glacier ice". A patina of frost immediately covered its body dulling the bright gleams and highlights slightly.

He activated a rune on his staff and levitated the two elementals into the Circle of Protection with Sasha and cast a spell to prevent either from coming into contact with the Circle in any way.

Then, looking into her anger and hate filled eyes he cast a spell the causes each to grow prodigious penises and commanded, "My elemental servants use her body as if you were mortal men taking sexual pleasure from her."

Then he levitated the chalice from the table into his hand and slowly sipped to ease his thirst and the pain in his throat his casting and use of her true name had caused as he watched the two using her body, front and back, at the same time, as they fondled her and fucked her naked body.

The icy cold burning her hot flesh and the plant elemental lacerating her, piercing her and its nettle inflicting a constant burning and itching.

He watched, he listened... and he smiled at her as she writhed, fought uselessly, since he now controlled her powers, and as she screamed and screamed as the agony and pleasure combined brought her to climax after climax. After each the elementals changed places so she felt them in each of her openings in turn as it went on and on.

As she was gasping and panting he called out to her, "I will release your healing ability to you Sasha. Use it. I command it."

Then in parting, "I go to rest now. I shall return some time after the sun has risen... succubus slave," and he departs leaving her to suffer and climax, climax and suffer endlessly.

Soon she too, as her victims have, will fully understand on a very personal mental and physical level how pain and pleasure are two sides of the same coin as each feeds the other... until he stops it.

 

[Pywakit]

Sasha Firesheath

Sasha watches as the two elementals grow enormous erections, yet can do nothing as the warlock levitates them into the circle with her. As they forced their way inside of her, she focused her rage on the warlock, yet it quickly grew impossible to concentrate. The burning cold of the frozen phallus in her cunt and the searing pain of the barbed and blistering phallus in her ass were overwhelming, the pure nature of the elementals burning into her body. Without her ability to heal, the pain was quickly eclipsing the pleasure, and when her orgasms finally struck she could barely feel them through the curtain of agony. She felt herself growing weak as rivers of crimson ichor ran down her legs, pooling on the floor below, yet she was powerless to even move. Just as she lost contact with the pleasure, the warlock called out to her and released her healing ability.

Sasha gasped as her body regenerated, and a searing wave of pleasure filled her as the elementals clambered around her body to switch positions. This time, as the hooked and thorny cock tore into her cunt and the curved frozen icicle reamed into her anus, she was able to merge the pain with the pleasure and cried out in ecstasy. She was barely aware that the warlock had left the room, no doubt to rest and recover his strength while she gasped and climaxed away the night, a hooked branch sawing constantly into her vagina and a frozen cock filling her rectum with ice. She cursed the warlock in her mind, knowing that when she next saw him he would be rested and at his peak, while she would be ragged with lust. Yet the thing that disturbed Sasha the most, perhaps, was the tiny little pinprick of gratitude she felt toward the warlock, gratitude that he had allowed her back her ability to heal.

For a demon, gratitude was the deadliest poison of all.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Blandar, The Grey Mage:

He woke refreshed in mind and body after a night's sleep. He followed his normal rituals of bodily exercise, mental exercise and then recharging expended rune on his staff before breaking his fast.

Then, still naked, he made his way to the summonings chamber to see how Sasha, his succubus slave was faring after her night and part of the morning of constant pain and sexual climaxes.

He opened and closed the door and strode to stand outside the Pentacle and Circle of Protection smiling to himself at his timing for she was just going into the throes of another intense orgasm when he reached the Pentacle.

Her screams and writhing made his manhood swell unnoticed by him for his attention was on her, her even weaker magical state and mental confusion his minions had caused with their ceaseless attentions to her body.

As they stopped fucking her and disengaged to change positions Blandar stopped them with a wave of his hand and levitated them from within the Circle.

Once more he uses the magic stylis to scribe on them both. This time on the Diamond Elemental he modifies the "Cold as glacier ice" to read "Alternate Cold as glacier ice with warm and pliable as human flesh. Then on the bramble and nettle plant elemental he scribes "Alternate natural state with as soft as a rose petal".

Once finished they're levitated back in with Sasha, the same restriction regarding the Circle of Protection still in place, and with a wave of his hand and the command, "Begin again. Take human pleasure from her body."

And he watches as the modified elementals begin using her sexually once again, this time they begin in their 'alternate' states as he waves over a stool to perch on as he watches her and them.

 

[Pywakit]

Sasha Firesheath

Sasha doesn't see Blandar return. She's only vaguely aware that over eight hours have passed since the two elementals have begun to ravish her body, barely conscious of how her legs are slippery with her spilt ichor. By the time the warlock returns, her legs have given out, yet she remains upright, her body wedged between the two elementals as her legs dangle nervelessly between them, her body held aloft by their thrusting. As another orgasm strikes through the curtain of pain, she's suddenly aware of an aching emptiness as she crumples to the floor; the elementals have abandoned her.

Their touch has clouded her mind, confused her and baffled her with the purity of nature while her own orgasms have left her exhausted. She tries feebly to rise, but collapses again, her silvery white hair mingling with the deep crimson of her spilt blood. The terrible wounds left by the elementals have healed, but the psychic trauma remains.

Suddenly, she feels them around her again. She cries out softly in anguish as they lift her up, on one level anticipating their attentions but on another dreading it. Yet this time it is different.

She feels something soft and delicate probe at her anus, and in a moment, a silky but thick object slithers up inside of her. At the same moment, a pleasant pressure pushes against her pussy and another smooth but hard shape enters her from the front. The thrusts begin in earnest immediately, yet this time there is nothing of the searing pain of nature. This time it is all cock, all the time. Sasha feels the anguish and pain of nature wash away from her, and she begins rocking back and forth between the double penetration. Her vision clears, and she sees that she's still held between the two elementals, propped up between them as their fleshy cocks invade her cunt and ass. After the hours of savage pain, the pleasure of their nevertheless frenzied thrusts is bliss, and she quickly climaxes again. This time, as her cunt contracts around the cock inside it, a glittering wash of ejaculate sprays from her depths, cleaning a swath of gore from her thigh and dribbling down onto the stone to mix with the ichor there. Sasha's cries of pain have been transformed into cries of pleasure, the welcome feel of the twin cocks in her intensified after her night of red agony. And as she begins bucking and thrusting at their cocks more and more, as gout after gout of infernal ejaculate spurts from her body to mingle with her blood, the seed of gratitude planted the night before finds purchase, taking root in her mind, heart, and womb and strengthening the bond between her and the warlock a fraction more. Somewhere in her mind, she realizes her freedom and will are in danger, but the now rhythmic splashes of come that spurt twice a minute from her body are overwhelming.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Blandar, The Grey Mage:

Not wishing to break the sexual spell he can feel that's engulfed her Blandar murmurs a minor summoning spell and three air effetes appear to do his bidding.

He first places the same restrictions, but stronger as they can be 'flighty' at times-it's their nature after all to stay away from both the Pentacle and Circle of Protection.

That done Blandar sends one to each of her nipples and one to her pleasure pearl where they will lavish their attentions using alternating warm and cool air to tease and arouse to the best of their abilites until he stops them.

There's airy giggling as they fly off to do his bidding.

 

[Pywakit]

Sasha Firesheath

Sasha's next cry is as much one of suprise as one of pleasure, as the three air spirits begin to dance and tug and lick at her nipples. Sasha's next cry is as much one of suprise as one of pleasure, as two of the air spirits begin to dance and tug and lick at her nipples and the third hovers upside down on tiny gossamer wings above her soaking cunt. This third elemental reaches out with both of her tiny little hands and takes hold of Sasha's engorged clitoris, pulling it more fully free of its hood and rubbing her palms across it as she blows tiny gusts of warm air across its pearly surface. In the meantime, the spirits at her breasts have landed, straddling her large tits with their legs and thrusting their tiny wet cunts at her erect nipples, fucking them with unbelievably fast thrusts of their willowy hips while they massage and rub at her breasts with arms and legs.

Sasha moans and screams of pleasure reach a new pitch as the elementals continue to work together on her, their minds forming a network of magic energy so that each knows when to slow or increase the tempo of their actions as Sasha's climaxes begin exploding throughout her body. At the back of her sex-clouded mind, the succubus is unable to repress a flash of admiration for the warlock. He seems to know exactly where she needs pleasuring, and wonders if he realizes that she has two erogenous zones left unfilled… the sensitive flesh at the tip of her twitching tail, and the twin clitoris-like nubs of erectile flesh hidden deep in the depths of her throat.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Blandar, The Grey Mage:

Blandar sits watching and unwittingly slowly stroking himself until he realizes what he's doing and that the intense erotic scene he's watching is the cause.

Another summoning brings him a larger air sprite and he motions to his erection asking her to slake his needs as he ponders what else to subject Shasha to for her trails and breaking to his will are far from over. He must shatter the kernel of hate still buring within her, although far, far dimmer now.

The sprite giggles, as the others had, for they do enjoy teasing humans as a game they play until the human can stand it no more and releases their lust to end the game for a time.

As she's far larger than the other two she can use her mouth and airy pussy on him, although she can't come close to taking all of him into her either place without his protruding past her airy body.

It doesn't take him long to realize that she must be linked to her sisters as she's moving on his cock as they are on Sasha's nipples and clit. The same movements, the same timing.

"Yes lovely airy one do it like that and all of you in time with my elementals.
"If you can satisify me as the succubus screams out her next intense climax, I'll judge you the winner and think of a suitable prize for you.
"However, remember it has to be as she has a screaming body wrenching climax to count."

"You three's task is to make her have that climax before my sprite can cause mine, and I'll fight it as I'll be distracted trying to recall something I've forgotten so the game will be fair even though she's having nearly constant climaxes already."

Then Blandar begins paging through his trained memory to see what he's forgotten as perhaps it's a clue to what else he can subject his slave succubus to feel.

(why not be the airy sprites too 'kit. *G)

 

[Pywakit]

Dance of the Air Sprites

The air sprites giggled and smiled coyly as Blandar instructed them. The three perched over Sasha continued redoubled their efforts at tugging and pulling on her nipples and clitoris with their tiny cunts and hands, and as the succubus screamed through another orgasm and another spurt of come ran down her thighs, they lifted off, hovering softly above their targets. They directed tiny gusts of air over the fleshy nubs below them, keeping them erect and straining but not directly stimulating them.

The new sprite did the opposite; she knew she had a lot of catching up to do. She took his tumescent cock in both her hands and began to pump at him furiously. As she did, she suckled and kissed his cock head. She pressed her face against it, worming her tongue into his dick hole before she opened wide. It was too large for her to take completely into her mouth, but she could manage his head and about an inch of the shaft with ease. Blandar could see his cock through her semi-transparent head as her throat and tongue worked; the sight and the furious pace at which she worked combined with Sasha's noisy moans quickly reached Blandar's core; after a night of dreams about his trapped succubus he was already quite close to release.

As a bead of pre-cum leaked from his cock and into the sprite's mouth, the other three licked their lips, tasting him through their elemental link. They knew he was close, and dove back onto Sasha. The two above impaled their cunts on her tits again and began to furiously massage and rub at the flesh around them while the third flittered down and straddled the elemental's massive cock, riding it like a horse so that with every upward thrust, she was pressed firmly against Sasha's pussy, her airy body compressing painlessly between their own bodies. And with each withdrawal of the monster cock, the sprite plunged her hands into Sasha, reaching up between the walls of her canal and the dick that filled her to rub at her G-spot with her tiny hands. As she did, she took her spasming clitoris in her mouth and sucked.

The ploy worked without a hitch. As Sasha's body erupted again, a furious torrent of infernal ejaculate tore from her pussy and doused the sprite between her legs, who squealed in delight at the shower. At the same moment, Blandar felt his own eruption as his balls shook and his cock pumped come into the sprite's sucking throat. He could see her throat fill, and watched his pearly white load through her body as she swallowed and it drained slowly into her stomach. He was dimly aware that his cries of ecstasy were matching Sasha's perfectly; a duet of frenzied screams of lust. And as he came, his mind cleared and he remembered something (two things, actually) quite interesting about his captured demoness.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Blandar, The Grey Mage:

His climax feels just wonderful and it happening in concert with his trapped succubus's screaming writhing, body and mind wrenching orgasm added to his pleasure in a vicarious way as he imagined them doing it together and his seed, visible in the sprite flooding Sasha's cunt, as or mouth.

'Mouth, that's what I forgot. Her mouth and the tip of her tail.
'Both as equally as sensitive to stimulation as he nipples and pleasure pearl.' he recalls and thinks as he smiles down at the sprite liicking his manhood as it slowly softens.

"It was so close I declare the game a tie and will reward all of you," he says to the sprites.

"You, my dear one," he continues talking to the one still airily licking him, "will be rewarded by joining your sisters in arousing and tormenting her for me.
"Your body of air won't stop her from breathing so you get to enter her mouth and find the two places in her throat that will add to her sexual stimulation and pleasure and use them to add to it for her."

"And you three," he says addressing those already adding to Sasha's pleasure tremendously, "will be rewarded by asking me for a minor boon for your obedience and doing as I've asked sooo welll."

Then he addresses the plant elemental behind Sasha and says, "Grip her tail. Bring it's tip to your mouth. Use your lips and rose soft tongue on it as you take her ass. When you both change places keep hold of it and don't stop what you're doing to her tail as you're in her other opening."

 

[Pywakit]

Sasha Firesheath

Sasha saw the fourth air sprite launch into the air. Blandar's come was still visible inside her as she flew over toward her. The sprite hovered in front of her face, cocking her head left and right as she gazed deep into her throat through her slack jaw. As yet another powerful orgasm shook her body, Sasha gasped loudly and the sprite dove. Her arms and face seemed to melt away into a cloud as she passed into Sasha's mouth. Blandar's come did not transform, and as what was once the sprite's midsection slithered into her mouth, the come spattered and spread out over her cheeks and chin. The smell of his come was exquisite, yet it was cold after being within the sprite for even so short a time, and the gust billowing into her throat quickly spread it out over her face and prevented her desperate tongue even from licking up a taste.

Then, as the sprite in her throat found the sensitive tissue and began to work on it, sending a new set of throbbing pleasure through Sasha's neck and head, she felt the plant elemental take hold of her tail. Its mouth was dry, yet unbelievably soft and tender as it swallowed her tail, taking it over a foot into its sucking body and gripping it with undeniable power. The two elementals pulled out of her and turned her body, then plunged back inside of her; the larger elemental's cunt-slickened behemoth cock thundering up her ass and filling her even more than ever, and the plant elemental's more prehensile and tender cock coiling into her pussy and rubbing simultaneously against the secret places within like a snake. Sasha's eyes were open, but she could see nothing for her lust. Yet for all the climaxes she was experiencing, they felt hollow. The elementals were not built for this type of activity; they could not experience orgasms themselves, nor could they fill her with seed. They were little more than animated tools. A succubus draws energy from her partner's orgasm and by absorbing her partner's ejaculation. Her own orgasm is little more than a pulse of her infernal energy, built to encourage and strengthen her partner's pleasure and orgasmic energy. With nothing to augment, the thousands of orgasms Sasha had been generating were simply building up in her own body; each one seemed more powerful than the last, and with each one she felt her own energy depleting. And now, just as the pentagram she was trapped in had five nodes, her own five nodes were under assault; her throat, her tail, her tits, her ass, and her cunt.

As all five points on her body climaxed, a deluge of wetness exploded from Sasha's pussy. Her prior orgasms were sparks in a dying campfire compared to this volcanic eruption; her whole body seemed to contract and then explode in blinding lust. The blast of energy, of infernal ejaculate, and of undirected lust had nowhere to go, no other creature's orgasm to infuse, and so it did the next best thing. It infused the bodies of the two elementals and the four sprites that thrusted against her body, and in an instant blast of light and acrid smoke it disintegrated them. A low thunderous explosion filled the chamber and the resulting blast of radiance momentarily blinded Blandar. As his eyes cleared, he saw that nothing remained of the four sprites or the two elementals. The stone floor inside the magic circle glowed red-hot, and it was doubtless only its power that had contained the orgasmic pulse and had prevented his entire summoning chamber from being reduced to rubble.

Sasha remained in the circle, but was now curled in a fetal position on the floor, one wing draped over her body and her hair spread out over the slowly cooling stone like a nimbus of silver fire. Her pussy still spurted softly with lust, as did the tip of her tail where a tiny red sphincter had opened. As Blandar watched, the sphincter closed and seemed to vanish, and the fluid draining from her cunt ceased as the muscles, stretched beyond imagining, folded in on themselves, becoming tight once again as her regenerative powers restored her body to perfection.

For a moment, Sasha was content to lay on the cooling stone, breathing softly. Her body burned now, ached with a need to feel something, anything climax beside her, inside her, that wasn't of her own body. Anything that she could bond with, feed upon, and augment. She looked in her soul for her rage and hatred, hoping to use them to support herself and to draw energy from, but only became confused and frightened when she realized she couldn't find it. It was as if that final apocalyptic orgasm had burned out her hatred as well. She felt at once newborn and feeble with age, and after trying once to stand only to collapse to the stone again, she merely sighed a single word.

"…more…"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Blandar, The Grey Mage:

Blandar watched from his stool as her catacysmic orgasmic release dispelled the sprites and elememtals back to their individual regions of Urth and air.

He sat gazing at his captive succubus as she curled up shuddering, writhing a bit as the final spurt of her ejaculate splatters onto the floor adding more of the smell of sex to that which already permeated the air.

And he smiled at her whispered, whimpered "..more.." knowing just what she wanted, needed and meant by the single word, for his research had been very extensive and through. She needed someone to climax with her and he was her only chance and choice, but there'd be a price for her to pay for that need to be filled.

"I will grant you what you need so desperately my succubus... on one conditon. If it's not met everything begins all over again and will continue to do so until you acknowledge me as your owner and master and your new status as my succbus slave and concubine." he says quietly but clearly and audibly.

"You will repeat what I'm about to say and you will infuse it, sanctify your words by beginning with your true name and your Urthly name and end by saying, "I," and again your true and Urthly name, "do so swear and should my words be false I grant all of my powers freely to Blandar, The Grey Mage, until time ends."

"This is what you will swear by the powers of your True Name and your Urthly name," Blandar says before waving his hands in the air so as he speaks what he says appears in the air in glowing letters, written in her blood and ejacuate from the floor around her, so she will be able to see and repeat them.

"I, True and Urthly names, do swear my alliegence to Blandar, The Grey Mage, and to no other.
"From this time forward his words will be the Laws by which I will live.
"I will never allow any harm of any type to happen to Blandar, The Grey Mage, by any act, action, word or deed, by commission or omission on my part, in any way, shape or form.
"I will sacrifice myself to save him should the need arise.
"I swear by my true name, and say it, and by my Urthly name, and say it too, in any and all ways from this time forward until I'm released I am Blandar, The Grey Mage's, willing servant, concubine, and obedient slave in any and all ways he wishes me to be and that his happiness, health, well being and wishes are what I will live for and strive to my utmost and as perfectly as possible to ensure and satisify.
"I swear that should my words be false at any time and in any way all of my abilities and powers become those of Blandar, The Grey Mage, until time ends.
"So I, you'll say your true and Urthly names again, do swear on the power of my True and Urthly names and before the Gods and Goddesses infernal, devine and neutral who bear witness to my statements and my binding, bonding to Blandar, The Grey Mage"

 

[Pywakit]

Sasha Firesheath

"...more..."

As that single word slipped from her mouth, Sasha knew it was over. She had succumbed completely and utterly to the warlock, simply because she'd been too blind with pride to realize the strength of his calling had meant he knew her truename. Something inside of her seemed to wilt as she all but gave in to her fate. She listened as he rose and addressed her, his words seeming to be muffled through the haze of desire and lust that filled her mind and body. She realizes he is outlining his demands for her servitude, yet can barely hear them. No matter, for she knows them in her core, and as her spilt blood and ejaculate writhe across the floor to spell out her doom, she lifts her shaking head to watch… and an alien sensation floods her being. The feeling of hope. For whatever reason, be it pride, or exhaustion, or ignorance, or something else altogether, Blandar had made a mistake in the binding ritual.

Sasha looked again to make sure he hadn't realized the error and corrected it, but there it remained, large as life and written in the pink mixture of her blood and come. The binding ritual itself was flawless, yet one important aspect was missing. Magic, even powerful magic involving truenames, was not eternal. Blandar had become greedy, and was trying to bind her to him "from this time forward." Of course, if Sasha took this oath exactly as worded, the magic would flow back on itself. It would find a beginning, yet not an end, and without an end the magic would extend forth into the infinite forever. And although Blandar was powerful, Sasha knew he wasn't omnipotent. His magical strength would continue to fuel the endless loop, binding with her essence and extending forever into the infinite.

Of course, for a succubus, the results would be dire. All the power she'd accumulated would flow from her essence in a hopeless attempt to reach an end that did not exist, and it would fade away to the point of nothingness, like gold foil pounded too thin on a blacksmith's anvil. She would be catapulted back to Hell as a lowly imp and would have to begin the humiliating, arduous process of rebuilding her essence over the next several hundred years. But she would go on.

For Blandar, things would be more bleak. For all his power, he was still a mortal. His magical strength would extend into the endless and vanish utterly, stripping him of his power, his mind, and his sanity. He would not die, but he would be reduced to a man-child, a simpering idiot unable to feed himself or care for his own needs. If he had no family or friends to watch over him, he would soon die of thirst, starvation, or exposure.

Sasha managed to mostly hide her smile as she heaved herself into a sitting position and spoke the words, just as Blandar had commanded her. As she spoke, each word boiled and burnt away in a cloying flash of oily red smoke. Despite her lust and exhaustion, her voice was true.

"I, Sasha Firesheath, Xzgnadrzzkt, do swear my allegiance to Blandar, The Grey Mage, and to no other."
"From this time forward his words will be the Laws by which I will live."
"I will never allow any harm of any type to happen to Blandar, The Grey Mage, by any act, action, word or deed, by commission or omission on my part, in any way, shape or form."
"I will sacrifice myself to save him should the need arise."
"I swear by my true name, Xzgnadrzzkt, and by my Urthly name, Sasha Firesheath, in any and all ways from this time forward until I'm released I am Blandar, The Grey Mage's, willing servant, concubine, and obedient slave in any and all ways he wishes me to be and that his happiness, health, well being and wishes are what I will live for and strive to my utmost and as perfectly as possible to ensure and satisfy."
"I swear that should my words be false at any time and in any way all of my abilities and powers become those of Blandar, The Grey Mage, until time ends."
"So I, Xzgnadrzzkt, Sasha Firesheath, do swear on the power of my True and Urthly names and before the Gods and Goddesses infernal, divine and neutral who bear witness to my statements and my binding, bonding to Blandar, The Grey Mage."

As she spoke the final words, she felt her magical essence reach out and bond with Blandar's. And as she had known it would, she felt it immediately plunge along the channels of time, seeking in vain for a goal that did not exist. The feeling was at once horrifying and exhilarating, and she could tell by the sudden expression of horror on Blandar's face that he had finally realized something had gone horribly wrong. Sasha only smiled as she staggered to her feet.

"That's right, dear Blandar. You neglected to place boundaries on the binding magic. Can you feel it now? Draining away from your poor mortal shell into the infinite? Do you realize that once it expands beyond your capacity it will take your mind as well? Are you prepared to live the rest of your life as a child trapped in a man's unfamiliar body?"

She smiled again as his face went white.

"Fortunately for you, my new master, two things remain in your favor. One, I have no desire to rebuild my infernal empire. I have wallowed in the flesh pits of Stygia, serviced the bloodhounds of Baalzebul with my body, and clawed my way to a position of power in the Fifth Circle of Hell. I do not wish to repeat those experiences. And second… I must admit that your elementals and sprites did quite a number on me… I've honestly never felt this powerful a need to experience a mortal orgasm. And so, with your permission, I shall amend the binding words of my own free will."

Sasha took a deep breath and then spoke again.

"Know then as well that I, Sasha Firesheeth known to Blandar as Xzgnadrzzkt do accept Blandar the Gray Mage as my master in all ways of the flesh and soul, for but a year and a day. Until such time has come and gone, I shall serve and service in any way Blandar the Gray Mage desires, as assassin, as advisor, as teacher, as consort, as slave, or in any capacity in which I am capable of serving. I shall be bound by this binding as Blandar has decreed, and upon the passage of said period of time, I shall return to Hell yet shall not seek retribution or vengeance against him, whom I shall carry in my essence forever more as an ally and equal."

Sasha finished speaking the words, then looked back at Blandar, her eyes burning with triumph. She had given up herself more completely than ever before in her many centuries of existence, but only for a year and a day. Furthermore, she had promised to not seek out retribution, more as a compliment to Blandar's power than anything else, and as a final temptation. For Blandar had still forged this magic; if he chose not to, he could ignore her addendum to the binding. She couldn't imagine he had a contingency in mind for such a disastrous event, yet still, unless he agreed to her words, they would not be incorporated into the binding and they would both suffer. And she was forced to admit to a third reason… for the ministrations of the elementals and sprites had, if only temporarily, expunged her natural hatred. She almost felt pity for Blandar, and the feeling of hoping he would accept her offer and avoid a terrible fate was one as alien to her mind as it was intriguing.

She smiled at him nevertheless, coiling her tail about her leg again as she ran a hand enticingly down her side toward her steaming pussy, waiting for his response.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Blandar, The Grey Mage:

He realized he'd err'ed as soon as he felt his magical power being syphoned away and when she pointed it out realized the degree of his error and it's eventual out come.

He listened as she spoke explaining and then to he addendum, freely given, but to save herself as well as him. The surprise was her adding she'd seek no vengence or retribution at the end of the year and a day stipulated.

There was no hesitation, "I, Blandar, The Grey Mage, agree to the addition to her binding."

Immediately he felt his stregnth returning as there was now a finite loop not one seeking an end.

As a sign of his appreciation and trust his staff reached out across to the far side of the Circle of Protection, he pressed it to the floor and slowly pulled it toward him breaking the Circle and freeing her from her prison.

As soon as that had been done he waved his hand muttering a cantrip and she was cleaner and fresher looking and feeling then she'd been on her arrival.

"Come Sasha. We'll retire to my chambers and I'll feed that hungry clawing at you so badly.
"Come and let me put my arm around you so I may feel your physical form as I fondle and caress it for the first time."

 

[Pywakit]

Sasha Firesheath

Sasha sighed as Blandar accepted her adjustment to the binding, and as he broke the circle with his staff she felt a terrible oppressive weight lift from her shapely shoulders. The full potential of her powers flooded back into her, and for a brief instant she felt her hate try to take purchase in her mind, yet it found nowhere to hide, nowhere to attach and spiraled away back into Hell, presumably to wait for her there. Sasha found it both exhilarating and surprisingly erotic to be free of her demonic hatred… it seemed that the loss of her anger had left a massive hole in her psyche, a hole that felt like it needed to be filled with something… but what?

A cool tingling sensation washed over her fevered skin as Blandar used his magic to clean the sweat, blood, and come from her body. Her hair cascaded down behind her and across her tits once again, freed of the gummy and sticky morass she had been wallowing in only moments before.

"Come Sasha. We'll retire to my chambers and I'll feed that hunger clawing at you so badly. Come and let me put my arm around you so I may feel your physical form as I fondle and caress it for the first time."

Sasha smiled and slinked over to her master, her mind filling with erotic imaginings as to what glories awaited her in Blandar's chambers as much as with visions of the glories she intended to visit upon his body. She was sure that Blandar knew that sex with a willing succubus could have prodigious and amazing physical effects on a mortal body, but she wasn't sure if he knew the complete extent to which her lust could change him. For the better, of course!

She sighed as she reached her master, cocking her hips, lacing her fingers behind her head deep in her hair, thrusting her chest toward him, extending her wings around him, testing his calf with her prehensile tail, presenting herself to him fully, inviting him to touch and feel her body.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Blandar, The Grey Mage:

"Sasha, I believe I prefer you to shift your form for me so you're without your wings or horns for now. I find them more of a distraction than attractive to be honest.
"I'll decide about your tail later on, but if I choose you to gone too I'd like you to transfer its tips 'qualities' to your tongue while with me.
"Would you do that, and be able to make that transferance Sasha," he asks as his hands close on the firm upstanding globes of her pale breasts and he squeezes them both before pressing his palms to their hard, spongy and large nipples and rubbing them as he rolls her tits on her chest at the same time.

 

[Pywakit]

Sasha Firesheath

Sasha bowed, and in an instant both her horns and wings faded away into scarlet smoke and were gone. She coiled her tail up over her hips, almost like a belt as she stood there, feeling Blandar as he explored her breasts. When he finished, she spoke.

"Whatever form pleases you most pleases myself, master. I can dispose of the tail and transfer its qualities to my tongue as well... I would indeed like that, I believe. I can also change the color of my silver hair, my crimson eyes, the size of my breasts (or even their number), my height and weight... this is not my true form, but a costume of flesh I wear, and I can change it on a whim. Yet what I most truely desire is to appear as something you desire."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Blandar, The Grey Mage:

"Very well my Sasha. In that case make your skin lightly tanned and your eyes a violet rather than red.
"Do as I suggested with your tail my succubus slave," he says as he smiles at her and pinches and twists both very hard nipples as he watches her eyes for her reaction.

 

[Pywakit]

Sasha Firesheath

Sasha's eyes widen as he pinches at her nipples, giving him an excellent view as they shift from their helilsh crimson into a soft deep shade of violet. Her tail slithers off her hips and fades away to smoke as her skin changes to meet his request as well, becoming lightly tan all over her body. Finally, her tongue changes and shifts, becoming infused with thousands upon thousands more delicate nerve endings and becoming incredibly sensitive as it does. When she speaks, her mouth tingles with pleasure.

"As you command, master. What service shall I perform for you now?"