The succubus watched as her mistress writes in the bed, victim to yet another lustful dream. The demon cocked her head slightly, pondering the situation. Three weeks ago she had been summoned by this sorceress and bound too her will. It infuriated her and for the first two weeks she had raged against the woman’s magic, sought a way to escape it. But alas the young sorceress, despite her innocent appearance, was much more powerful than she let on. Those first two weeks the succubus had taken to sulking around the manor, taking out her temper on anyone who came across her apart from when she was forced to do her mistress’s bidding. But now, in her third week of enslavement to the human, the demon took a different tact. She was the ancient demonic personification of lust after all so why not use that to her advantage. The enchantments that bound her to the sorceress forbid her from harming the young woman or her family, but there was nothing in their about sowing the seeds of lust. So that is exactly what she did. Starting small at first, the sorceress found herself plagued with dreams and thoughts of a lustful nature, a burning desire between her legs that wanted to be filled. The demon grinned, watching as the sorceress tossed and turned in her sleep. It had been centuries since she’d played the long game. She going to enjoy it, thoroughly.
The succubus was ancient, her true name unspeakable by humans and lost to time. She had many other names though, gained from her meddling with humans. After all this particular demon was old. Very old, one of the first succubus in fact. Her interactions with humanity had shaped and altered their beliefs, gaining her names such as Freyr, Aphrodite, Ishtar, Bes and many more besides, gained from foolish humans who revered her as a god. Not to say that she didn’t mind the worship. Actually she loved to be worshipped, but she was far from godly. These days though she went by a variation of her first name, Lilly. No doubt if the young sorceress knew who it was that she had summoned she would have banished the demon. But alas, such is the folly of humans, especially those with exceptional power.
“Power begets ignorance.” Lilly muttered, grinning to herself.
Turning her thoughts to the sorceresses dreams, Lilly used her vast powers to manipulate it, control it. She closed her eyes and watched the dream unfold with a smile. She saw the sorceress, stood in the gardens of her manor, naked except for a sheet, clutched around.
“Come my dear, you won’t be need that.” Said another voice, soft, sensual and feminine. A dryad appeared from within the garden, circling the sorceress. The dryads brunettes hair cascading down to the small of her back in lazy curls, her body naked. The grass and plants seemed to reach out for her as she passed. The dryad reached out, her hand brushing along the young woman’s back, caressing her. Gently, she pulled the sheet away, letting it drop to the floor.
“My, my, what a specimen.” The dryad purred, circling the sorceress. She approached her from behind and placed a kiss on her neck. Soft, sensual and passionate. Dripping with lust as kissed her again. The ground began to stir and several green tendrils emerged and began to lace around the sorceresses legs, caressing them. One of them moved higher, brushing over her stomach, climbing higher. It moved between her breasts, softly teasing the space in between. As the dryad continued to kiss the sorceress neck, she trailed her hand around her, momentarily gripping a hip before moving their way down, slowly approached the growing arousal between the sorceresses legs.
The succubus was ancient, her true name unspeakable by humans and lost to time. She had many other names though, gained from her meddling with humans. After all this particular demon was old. Very old, one of the first succubus in fact. Her interactions with humanity had shaped and altered their beliefs, gaining her names such as Freyr, Aphrodite, Ishtar, Bes and many more besides, gained from foolish humans who revered her as a god. Not to say that she didn’t mind the worship. Actually she loved to be worshipped, but she was far from godly. These days though she went by a variation of her first name, Lilly. No doubt if the young sorceress knew who it was that she had summoned she would have banished the demon. But alas, such is the folly of humans, especially those with exceptional power.
“Power begets ignorance.” Lilly muttered, grinning to herself.
Turning her thoughts to the sorceresses dreams, Lilly used her vast powers to manipulate it, control it. She closed her eyes and watched the dream unfold with a smile. She saw the sorceress, stood in the gardens of her manor, naked except for a sheet, clutched around.
“Come my dear, you won’t be need that.” Said another voice, soft, sensual and feminine. A dryad appeared from within the garden, circling the sorceress. The dryads brunettes hair cascading down to the small of her back in lazy curls, her body naked. The grass and plants seemed to reach out for her as she passed. The dryad reached out, her hand brushing along the young woman’s back, caressing her. Gently, she pulled the sheet away, letting it drop to the floor.
“My, my, what a specimen.” The dryad purred, circling the sorceress. She approached her from behind and placed a kiss on her neck. Soft, sensual and passionate. Dripping with lust as kissed her again. The ground began to stir and several green tendrils emerged and began to lace around the sorceresses legs, caressing them. One of them moved higher, brushing over her stomach, climbing higher. It moved between her breasts, softly teasing the space in between. As the dryad continued to kiss the sorceress neck, she trailed her hand around her, momentarily gripping a hip before moving their way down, slowly approached the growing arousal between the sorceresses legs.