Demon’s Debt [Sucubuss TG Story] - Part 2

Those first few days after I was welcomed into Astaroth’s abode were a blur. Each time I woke, I would be taken aback by my body all over again. Horns, breasts, tail and eyes that glowed with an otherworldly fire. I’d find myself running my hands over my smooth red skin in admiration; I didn't even care that I was forced to walk around naked. Every other succubi or incubus I passed was the same. The only exception seemed to be our lord Astaroth himself, who wore a simple loincloth to cover himself and nothing else. The most terrifying thing about my new body wasn't the demonic look or curves, though; it was that I liked it.  It was frightening just how easy it was to admire myself in that first glimpse I caught in the obsidian mirrors of the castle.

Ah, the castle. It's not what you would think when you imagine hell. No flames were licking at the walls, no screams echoing through endless corridors. It was... opulent. A palace, really. High, arching ceilings, shimmering black stone, and a garden outside made of glowing flowers and trees that breathed smoke instead of air. Beautiful, but in a way that reminded you with every glance that this place was not of Earth. 

The other demons welcomed me like I had always belonged there. They were beautiful, all of them. They smiled. They laughed. They treated me like one of their own, embracing me as if my transformation was something to be celebrated, not mourned. I expected cruelty. I expected coldness or some kind of endless suffering, but there was none. I saw no chains, no torment, no souls writhing in pain like the stories said there would be. No, the castle was filled with music, with soft laughter and moans of ecstasy. 

Astaroth, it seemed, was the Lord of Lust, responsible for ensuring humans gave in to their most primal and base desires. All those who followed him were the same, including me. I had a healthy libido as a man, but as a succubus, I was insatiable. Those first few days were torture; my body cried out to be touched but I refused, afraid that if I gave in, the spell would somehow be stronger. This body was made for sex, though; limber, agile, powerful in a way I had never been before. I could feel the energy pulsing beneath my skin, a warmth that made me feel more alive than I ever had when I was human. It was intoxicating. And that frightened me more than anything. 

“Honey, what’s wrong?” Jezebel cooed after my first week had passed. “So many of our brothers and sisters in sin have invited you to bed and you haven’t taken a single one up on the offer.”

God, that had been hard as well; do you have any idea how difficult it is to turn down multiple sexy women who were determined to throw themselves at you?

“I’m not giving in to this,” I told her. “I’ll go out and…collect sin, if that’s what I need to get my soul back, but I won't indulge this body more than I need to.
 “Oh boo, how boring. You’ll come around.” Jezebel sighed. “The more sin you collect, the stronger you’ll be. If you don't have sex at least once, you won't even be able to pass as human.”

“Is that why I can't make myself look any different like the rest of you?”

Jezebel nodded.

“Well, damn.”

“We can always have some fun…” She whispered. “I know how badly you wanted me back in your old body…I wouldn't have said no to giving it a spin but I would love to pop your new cherry as it were.”

My skin began to heat up, it didn't take much to get my motor running anymore and Jezebel, just like all the others here, was already naked. I could see her own arousal glistening between her legs. If I was going to have to sleep with anybody; she would be a pretty good pick. She leaned in close, lips less than an inch away from mine when she stopped and drew back, clearing her throat awkwardly. 

“Boss, what can we do for you?”

I’d been so taken with Jezebel’s beauty that I hadn’t even noticed Astaroth siddling up behind us. I didn’t want to feel anything toward him. He'd dragged me to Hell and stolen my soul after all. But as I looked up at him an unwanted heat coiled in my stomach. I could hardly keep my thoughts straight. His mere presence made the air feel thicker, more charged like it was bending around him. Even the temperature in the chamber seemed to rise as he loomed over us. We both got to our feet, cheeks burning with a strange combination of shame and arousal. 

“You have not indulged yourself.” He said simply, I squirmed under his gaze,feeling oddly guilty at the disappointment in his voice. 

“No. I was just about to help her.” Jezebel said but Astaroth silenced her.

“Clearly, I need to take a more hands-on approach with Lucy.” He smiled. “Come. To my chamber.”

Jezebel and several others in the room moaned a little in jealousy. Even the males. My heart thundered in my chest as he took my hand and led me away. You have to understand, I didn't want to want him, but my body…well, it was made for sex, and Astaroth is the living embodiment of lust. It was impossible to fight my own desire. Especially when he was being so damn gentle. Despite his size and obvious strength his grip on my wrist wasn't hard, it was so gentle I could have slipped away if I wanted to. Perhaps that was the point. When we got to his door, he opened it and smiled at me.

“You are always welcome in my chambers, Lucy.” 

“Is that an order?’

“No, an invitation. If you want to go back to the rooms and stew in your own lust, be my guest, but you won't be earning back your soul until you can take on a human disguise.”

I know what you’re thinking; he must have had some sort of hold over me, compelled me with magic so that I would willingly walk into his bed chamber. Honestly, I told myself that was it for a long time afterwards, but in the years since, I’ve realised I was in full control. I didn’t want to admit that I had no real excuse. I was curious, wouldn’t you be? The living embodiment of lust wanted to take me to bed; man or not, I had to know what he could offer! You cannot understand how utterly erotic it feels to have the being who owns you (or your soul) stroke a large finger down the curve of your spine. That single touch had been so wet and wanting that even taking the few steps to the bed felt impossible. My knees were weak, and I practically fell back into the mattress. 

Submitting to another man…well, against everything in my old nature. My new nature, though, was to try everything sexual I could. I’d been depriving myself for days, I was ready and raring to go as Astaroth climbed on the bed and crawled up to cover my body with his own. He kept a few inches between us, enough to tease with the heat of his body without ever touching. My back arched, trying to close the distance but he just chuckled and ran a finger down my form. Starting under my chin, he slowly dragged the claw down my clavicle, between my breasts all the way down to my navel. 

“You know, most of my Succubi beg me to take them within the first few days of being changed.”

“Guess I’m not like most Succubi then.” 

His finger traced gentle circles on my lower stomach, all while the other one was pinned to the mattress by my head. Hsis eyes were locked with mine, a wry smile on his face. 

“I can't remember the last time I extended the invitation.” 

“Guess I’m pretty impressive then.”

“Don’t get cocky.”

“I can’t. You made sure of that.”

“Wise ass.”

“No, wide ass, again, all you.”

“Flattery won't get you anywhere.”

I didn’t get the chance to give another smart alec response because at that moment he plunged one of his fingers right into my hole. It was a shock to my system, a welcome one. My back arched again and Astaroth leaned down to press his lips to my nipple. The sensation was so delicious I couldn't bear the idea of him stopping. So I was trapped, back arched upwards to give him easy access while he plunged his finger in and out of me. 

After what felt like forever and seconds simultaneously, Astaroth withdrew his fingers slowly, his eyes burning with desire. Astaroth leaned in, his lips brushing mine softly. 

"I want to taste you," he murmured.

Again, you would expect Astaroth to be dominant, and he was, don't get me wrong. But he is anything but a selfish lover. I could feel his length against my leg, hard, wanting and some damn huge. But all he wanted to do was make me moan. 

My heart raced as he slid down between my legs. With a slow, deliberate motion, he lowered his head and began to lick my sensitive folds, his tongue flicking my clit. I gripped the sheets so hard I thought they’d rip. It's unreal. A man simply cannot comprehend how sensitive a woman’s folds are. Even the world's most incredible blow job can't prepare you for how overwhelming the pleasure is. He licked and sucked, teasing me relentlessly, then plunging his tongue deep into my hole. 

"Oh God, Astaroth!" 

Yes, I moaned his name like a five-dollar whore. You would have too in my position. 

Astaroth's fingers joined his tongue, thrusting into the wetness as he sucked on that sensitive bundle. The orgasm built quickly, like a volcano ready to erupt. My first female orgasm was indescribable. My eyes rolled back, and the sheer ecstasy of it defied words. It’s not like cumming as a man, where your balls tighten, and the pleasure comes hot and fast. It lasts. The pleasure filled my whole body, and it just kept going, or maybe Astaroth had me cumming again so quickly the orgasms bled into one another. Either way, I was in Heaven. While in Hell, what a concept. I was still in a post-pleasure haze when he spoke again. 

“Time to feel you for myself.”

I just nodded, too stunned to speak. All I could think of at that moment was that there was more, and I wanted it. 

Astaroth positioned himself at my entrance, his cock throbbing with anticipation. With one smooth thrust, he slid deep inside me, filling me completely. It was like I was made for him; despite his huge size, there was no pain. Only a feeling of utter rightness. Oh, and mind-shattering pleasure. That too. 

Astaroth began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm. I matched his pace and dug my nails into his back while my ropey tail twisted itself around his muscled leg. The only word my lips could form was:

“Harder.”  

Astaroth complied, his thrusts becoming more powerful, slamming into me. My body was on fire, pussy gripping him tightly, milking his cock for all it could. I could feel his balls slapping against my folds with each thrust. With a final, powerful push, Astaroth came, his cock pulsating as he filled me with his hot cum. He roared, and the sound sent me over the edge. Knowing I had satisfied a creature who had been experiencing sex and ecstasy for all existence was a confidence boost, to say the least. 

He wrapped an arm around me, rolling me onto his huge chest before he settled down against the headboard. His fingers traced up and down my spine.

“How was that, little Lucy?”

“...Amazing.” I almost didn’t want to admit it, but it wasn’t like I could lie. 

“You expected anything less?”

I wish I could tell you I had said something witty back, but my brain was still in a post-orgasm haze. I don’t know how long we lay there, but eventually, I noticed a strange…shimmer inside me. I don’t have a better way to describe it. There was something different about me, now that I had finally indulged my new Succubi nature. I realised a few moments later that it had to be magic. 

“Can I make myself look human now?” 

Astaroth nodded and got to his feet. With a snap of his fingers, a mirror appeared, and he gently led me over to it, hands on my shoulders. 

“Now, focus, think about the ultimate woman in your mind, push her outwards.”

I had no idea what that even meant, but I could feel something bubbling beneath my skin. The very first taste of my magic perhaps. I focused on that feeling, picturing a blonde haired beauty in my mind. A moment later, I watched in wonder as my reflection began to change. My demonic aspects slowly disappeared, my dark pink skin turned pale and within a few seconds, a normal, albeit gorgeous, human woman was in my place. 

“I can’t make myself a man?” I pouted, and Astaroth just threw back his head and laughed. 

“And waste all that valuable experience I just gave you? No, Lucy, my dear. You are female through and through now. And I think it’s time we unleashed you on the world.”