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Introduction
For decades, King Herod’s Kingdom had prospered. Even with no shortage of enemies and rebellions, he still managed to bring most of the lands on the continent under his control. Only a few outlying kingdoms remained, but the King had long since grown content with his victories. There were few left who could challenge his power, and to those few, the risk of defeat was all but assured. And so his priorities had shifted, not to the size of the lands under his control, but to the decision of who would be his heir.
In the lands under Herod’s flag, nobility and commoner alike, political intrigue and gossip were fundamental to the way of life. Whether it was the latest engagement, the latest scandal, trade deals, any number of things could be of great interest to the people. There were some things though that could be of great interest not to be known.
While Herod had a number of grievances about his reign, he cared not for the publicity of his critiques, most commonly of which were his apparent lack of humanity and cruelty. However, there was one intrigue he needed more than anything not to be known. One that he could not let see the light of day.
Despite his best efforts, rumors had spread of a mysterious princess wailing on the highest tower of Herod's castle. The rumors were common amongst the taverns and inns of the land, especially the traveling bards who had often twisted the rumors in their songs, furthering the most dramatic explanations— and so it wasn’t long before the rumors reached the King's distant enemies.
Chapter 1: The Intruder
Aeralith gently closed the door behind him, pushing his back against the door and sliding down to the floor. He was exhausted. Parties always wore him out, even if he was only allowed to attend by watching from the rafters in the ceiling. Ensuring he wasn’t spotted always took more effort than he hoped for. The King had ordered him not to be seen, but he didn’t care much for his command. In truth, he grew beyond weary of the treatment he received, most of which stemmed from his appearance. He sighed, forcing himself up off the ground and stumbling over to his wardrobe, still lightly feeling the effects of the wine he had snuck from the party.
His reflection appeared before him as he stood in front of his wardrobe mirror. He was by no means a typical prince. While most princes had rough, masculine qualities, Aeralith was the opposite. He had luxuriously soft platinum hair that stretched down to his back, violet almond-shaped eyes on a jaw-droppingly beautiful, feminine and lightly freckled face. His skin was hairless, blemish-free, and had the color of pale moonlight. A physical manifestation of being locked away from the outside world.
At first glance, he understood why many mistook him for a princess. His slender feminine beauty was only the beginning of his more graceful features. His mannerisms, interest, and hobbies were all similarly aligned. Aeralith was proud of who he was, but that view was not shared nor was it appreciated by his father, King Herod. Only few truly knew of his existence within the castle, but the only true interaction he had was the delivering of scraps of food late at night from his father. That is, if he had remembered to bring him food that day. It was part of the reason he was so lithe.
He began getting ready for bed, removing his white party dress, gently sliding an arm out of one of the dress sleeves. He was at least grateful of being allowed to wear dresses that highlighted his figure, even if it was simply because the King thought he would bring shame to the title of prince by wearing more “princely” attire.
As Aeralith reached for the second arm sleeve of his dress, he felt a strange silence behind him. Then, a warm, suffocating breeze swept through the room, followed by the creak of his balcony door. He clutched his dress tightly near his chest, nervously twirling around to find the source of the disturbance.
The candles in his room dissipated all at once, the sudden shift in the air causing him to gasp. His free hand shot up from his chest to cover his mouth, instinctively muffling the noise. He stumbled backward, nearly collapsing against his wardrobe as he saw the figure lurking on his balcony.
“Y–you! Y—you shouldn’t… be here…” Aeralith protested weakly.
“Sweet princess…you wound me.” The figure cooed with a deep but feminine voice.
The air was suffocating, and a warm floral spice filled the room as the figure crossed into the balcony doorway. She was tall, her skin was an otherworldly but unsaturated violet blue, barely covered by an ensemble of small dark leather wraps, silk, silver chains and a pair of dark horns protruding from her forehead. As she crossed from the shadows of the balcony and into the moonlight, there was no doubt she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. But that also made her intimidating, and she had a dangerous aura about her. “I’ve heard so much about you, you know. I thought I’d make a formal introduction.”
His breath caught in his throat, forcing him to gulp nervously. “I…i… y—you're dangerous..”
“Dangerous?” The woman crept closer to him, her every move a masterclass of seduction, her posture, the sway of her hips, the arch of her back, the grace of her movements. “I've no intention of allowing any harm to come to you, I swear to you that. ”
Her words were careful, precise, and her presence around him was choking, like a wolf circling a sheep. He recognized her immediately. The temptress before him was none other than Lady Naevira. Being locked to his room, Aeralith didn't know her title or much else about her, but he knew she was powerful, and that she was high royalty of some faraway Kingdom. The same Kingdom that his father, the King, was at war with. He had spotted her once before, when Naevira and her emissaries visited for a diplomatic meeting.
“T–then… w–w…what are you doing here? What do you want from me?” He spoke with a tremble, anxious and shy. He did not get much practice socializing, and Naevira was beyond an expert.
“From you?” She coos, stepping behind him and tracing a sharp fingernail a hair width away from the back of his neck, causing him to shudder with goosebumps. “First of all, my name is Naevira. I was simply curious to meet you, little princess. Your loneliness has radiated across the kingdoms... You’ve made quite the name for yourself outside this castle, you know.”
Her comment cut deep. As paralyzing as her presence is, a lifetime locked inside a bedchamber surfaces enough emotion to break through it.
“I…I didn’t choose this.” He manages out, remaining frozen as Naevira elegantly slips out from behind him, meandering her way in front of him until she stood intimately close. He hesitates again, catching his breath in his throat as she stares down into his eyes. “I hate to disappoint you Lady Naevira… but the truth to that mystery isn’t all that interesting I’m afraid.”
She moves without hesitation, drawing a finger to his chin and tilting his face upwards, locking him into her glowing violet eyes. She studies him intensely, reading his every movement before speaking. “I have to disagree… I find it very intriguing. Why don’t you tell me why you’ve been stowed away?”
“I… ‘do not live up to my title’ I suppose.” He said, a tinge of bitterness seeping through his voice.
“Forgive me if I find that hard to believe.” Naevira left not much subtlety to be deciphered, her eyes glancing past his eyes, down his dress, to the floor and back up to his eyes, a hunger buried deep in her eyes. “Not even one of the many rumors ever said the mysterious princess was unsightly… In fact, you are proving much to the contrary.”
Aeralith couldn’t help but feel a blush creep across his face, momentarily breaking her gaze, unable to make eye contact.“y-You.. flatter me n-Naevira… but I don’t know of many others that share your opinion… certainly not my father...”
“Tsk tsk…” Naevira chuckled, seeming to have genuinely been taken off guard by the revelation. “I’ve always found your father to be among the dullest of men… but how is it he has determined you do not live up to your title? I’m finding that particularly offensive at the moment.” She punctuated her statement with another hungry glance across his dress.
Aeralith sighed. He had not bothered to correct her yet, he had long since given up caring about titles, and she wasn’t the kind of person he corrected. “Perhaps if I had been given the title of princess, all this could have been avoided.”
“So… you’re a prince then? How… interesting..” A mischievous smile crept across her face. “I wonder which title you would choose, given the opportunity, little prince–cess.” Naevira teased. “Of course, I have my own opinions on the matter.”
The tension in the air hung over Aeralith, as a newer, almost predatory aura washed over her. It didn’t help that she was so effortlessly attractive, and he wasn’t exactly experienced in receiving attention from someone as breathtaking as Naevira, or anyone for that matter. She stood at least a foot taller than him, her violet blue skin glistened perfectly under the moonlight. Her slim but generous curves appeared handcrafted by the gods. Her armor left very little to the imagination, but to someone like Aeralith it left a lot to be imagined. Her stomach was slim with faint muscular ab lines leading down to her hips, and all of it was driving him mad with a lustful part of his brain he didn’t know he had.
“w—why does it even matter to you? Why bother coming here?” Aeralith retorts, trying to conceal the growing passion he was feeling towards her.
“We need not be adversaries, Aeralith.” She said sincerely, dragging a fingernail around his dress as she slid her hand from his chin to cup his cheek. Her influence over him was rising as he was quickly finding Naevira was not the kind of person he could say no to. “I admit I only meant to meet you, but…I—I could help you."
“h–how?” Aeralith says nearly out of breath, the tension suffocating him. Naevira stared at him carefully, appearing deep in thought as if delicately deciding on what to say.
“Tell me to leave… and I will leave.” She whispered softly into his ear, her own breath catching in her throat. Her dark colored lips gently brushed against his ear, sending a shudder through his body as his hands trembled. “but… maybe… you’d prefer a life away from here. Away from all this… away from your King. Perhaps…you would prefer serving a Queen.”
“i…” he swallowed hard, his throat was tight. A lifetime of desire burned within him just under the surface. She squeezed down on his waist, pressing him ever so closely to her. She didn’t even need to touch him. Her presence, her beauty, her dominance, it burned like a wildfire through his body long before her hands ever made contact. He should have run. He should have told her no. But all he could do was stare up at her in awe, like seeing God for the first time, or in his case, his Goddess.
“i… don’t… want you to leave… but freeing me from this… prison… How? My father would…I don’t think it’s possible.” he shuddered, as if saying the words terrified him.
“Oh little prince-cess, you’ve no idea what’s possible.” The air in the room shifted again, and Naevira filled the room with a hysterical laughter. Unfolding right before his eyes, Aeralith stood in shock as magic seeped from her fingertips. Her form began to shift; her eyes began to glow a vibrant amethyst color as the air around her blasted with heat. Her whole body morphed before him, her skin glowing more vibrant and saturated, an otherworldly violet blue. She grew taller, her muscles thicker, the pack of abs on her stomach slightly more prominent, her face sharpening and features softening. She became an even more unrestrained symbol of lust than she already was.
Most curiously, he noticed the gear around her hips shift, a subtle dark loin cloth extended downward swaying freely, drooping down to her knees. For a moment he swore something had outlined through the loincloth, but his attention was, perhaps intentionally, drawn elsewhere as her glowing amethyst eyes read every move he made.
Then he caught the shadow of something long and thin uncoiling from behind her back. It crept past her arm, a dark colored spaded tail slithering through the air towards him and hovering near his head. There was something more though. The light in the room darkened, and a large shadow enveloped the room, as Naevira unfurled a massive pair of dark unsaturated purplish-blue colored, demonic-like wings out from behind her back.
“Naevira..!” He gasped, half in shock, half in amazement.
He couldn’t speak, entranced by the reveal of her true form. She stepped back from him, and allowed him to see her in all her magnificence. Posing with both arms on her hips, wings spread wide allowing for his appraisal of her beauty as she looked down at him with a fiery confidence. “Oh I absolutely adore that look on your face little prince-cess…I hope I haven’t frightened you.”
“Y—your… beautiful…” Aeralith spoke with a blunt honestly, unable to believe his eyes.
Her expression shifts from confident to surprise, and in the blink of an eye her tail snaps forward, stopping a mere inch from his face. “Careful… little prince-cess, flattery with a hungry succubus can melt much more than hearts.” The tinge of danger he had suspected about her from the start had shown its head with her admission. Naevira was a succubus.
She stepped closer to him, the tip of her tail lingering around his head. She circled him slowly, continuing that seductive, sultry walk of hers that could in fact melt more than hearts. Only this time, it came with a sharper sense of danger in this form of hers.
Her voice shifted, it was similar, but deeper, more demonic. “I have tempted priests, broken paladins, corrupted missionaries; and our kingdoms are at war with each other.”
“And yet…” One of Naevira’s nails gently nudged a strand of his hair from his face. “You look at me as if I wasn’t evil. You look at me as though I was a great work of art.”
Maybe it was the fact that he felt as though he had had nothing to lose, or maybe it was truly how he felt. Maybe it was his spite for the King, his bitterness, or possibly his loneliness that led him to be so… reckless. But in truth, some part of him, at least, believed Naevira.
He had been labeled many things in his lifetime, even if only by rumor. Most of them originated based solely on his appearance from those he had never met. Different, outcast, a reject… even abomination. It was for that reason alone, that he fit better into dresses, rather than suits, that he was locked away. He decided at that moment that a ‘knightly prince’ had just the same potential for cruelty as any ‘wicked’ demon, monstrous beast, or imprisoned criminal. “i…i don’t believe y—you're…evil, Lady Naevira.”
In an instant, he was scooped up from the floor, swept up in Naevira’s arms and cocooned within her wings as she looked deep into him, her own glowing amethyst eyes reflected in his pupils. It almost seemed as though her own breath was caught again, Aeralith detecting the faintest tremble in her now soft voice.
“y–You! I warned you against reckless flattery…. But, i…I swore you no harm. You don’t know what you’re inviting…” she shifted her gaze around his face, searching for any sign of deception. When she found none, she continued. “Perhaps you need to be shown.”
Aeralith looked into her now blazing amethyst eyes, and for the first time in his life he felt something.
A spark.
A flutter in his heartbeat.
He wanted nothing more than to collapse into Naevira’s wings, and escape under the moonlight. “p—please…show me everything.”
“I will do more than show. ” Naevira closed her wings around him, and he felt her magic surround him. He could feel her heartbeat through her skin and the world narrowed around him into nothing but heat, magic, and smoke. The air smelled of a raging fire and the air vibrated around him. Instinctively he closed his eyes and held onto Naevira tight.
When he opened his eyes, the world around him had disappeared, his bedchamber replaced with an elegant, dark, and luxurious room, as though it was the opposite of his castle. Instead of greys, blues and yellows, the floor was a deep gray, with columns of dark crimson and silver lining the room. The air smelled faintly of spice, and the whole room was lit by candled chandeliers.
“Do you know what it means to desire someone like me?” She asks, plainly.
“i...I was told stories when I was young. Warned.”
“Indulge me, little prince-cess.” She cooed with a delighted voice.
“They say, s–Succubus…d—Demons… are evil. They corrupt, murder…rape…they are abominations… they consume souls.” The word triggered something hypocritical in his mind… he too had been labeled an abomination, with little reason.
Satisfied with his answer, she gave her own version of the facts with an indulgent hysterical laughter. “I must apologize, the audacity… Imagine it would be as if I told you that fire was cold.”
“wh—-”He started to respond, but she spoke over him.
“A succubus is simply a form of demon. Simply put, a demon is no more than a person without their soul. A being of pure carnal instinct. They are no more or less evil than any souled impulse.” She spoke firmly with a hint of annoyance, as if she had explained this many times before. “Furthermore… a soul cannot be destroyed… and so neither could it be consumed. It can however, be harnessed… given… owned.”
“I possess the power to free you, but you must desire me wholly. Your desire must not just be in body, but… in soul.” Her tail circled around his heart, the sharp tip sending a magical energy through his body, coaxing him, teasing him. She didn’t touch any lower on his body… she didn’t need to.
Aeralith melted in her grasp, breath shaking, fingers gripping the sides of her wings for balance.
“Naevira… gods… I—”
“Say my name like that again,” she whispered, voice dripping into something molten, passionate. “and I’ll wrap my wings around you so tightly the moon won’t see what I do to you.”
He trembled. She kissed the pulse at his neck—slow, reverent, intoxicating.
“Tell me what you want…” she said softly, gripping his face in both hands.
“A–are you asking for my soul.. Lady Naevira…?”
Naevira pauses briefly. “I… I'm offering you an out. I did not come here to exploit you… but my power is that of a succubus, not of a god. If you were to give me your soul, I could free you from this castle. I could protect you, guide you, train you… but a soul is not to be given lightly, little prince-cess. It could be… difficult, if not impossible to return to you.”
He considered his options, of which he didn’t see many. The King had all but ensured a life sentence to him. “i… I want… your help..” he offered weakly, completely broken by Naevira’s influence.
“You must say it clearly. ” she murmured, her own voice trembling between lust and awe, as if she wasn’t truly sure of what he would say. “I’m not here to manipulate you… I have not used any power or trick, but to do this, I need your uncoerced, undying consent… I need the words.”
Aeralith paused, the weight of the moment crushing.
“i…i give you my s-soul, Lady Naevira…
Her breath broke.
Not a moan, but a deep breath of prideful relief.
Magic ignited around him, violet blue flames twirled around him as her wings wrapped fully around him, sealing them in a cocoon of passionate heat.
Naevira pressed her lips to his—not devouring, but slowly, deeply, reverently—and her magic surged into him, slowly preparing to draw out the very essence of his existence, his soul.
“Prove to me that these are not mere words… show your devotion to your new Queen….” In an instant, her silver chain and silk clothing ensemble faded into smoke. She stood proudly over him with a mischievous smirk, and Aeralith nearly gasped when he saw it. Beyond the unbelievable sight of her fully nude form, which left his mouth salivating, Naevira's loincloth had been removed. It was impossible not to focus on the obvious... Extending just above what must be her cunt, was a large, bluish purple equine like cock that was thicker than his arm and about as long.
His legs trembled, and he fell down to his knees at the sight of her, his fall purposefully braced by her tail. She was incredible… undeniable, the curves of her body, the way with which she spoke, the firmness of her touch, the vibrant color of her skin, the intoxicating aura that emanated from her, the absolute magnificence of what was between her legs. She resembled a goddess. She was the absolute symbol of sexual dominance, and he was utterly and totally smitten with her. He would do anything she asked if only she would do so.
She extended one of her feet to him, and in his yearning gaze he saw nothing more than a test of his desire. Her tail coiled around his waist, gently but firmly squeezing the fine dress fabric against his skin as he pressed his lips against her skin.
The reaction was immediate.
The hair on his neck tingled as a white hot fire began to build deep within his body. It felt as though all the energy in his muscles had begun being sapped into a cauldron of fire somewhere in his stomach. The feeling made his whole body tremble and vibrate, like if he were shivering from the cold.
“I’m beginning to believe you… ” Queen Naevira tapped one of her sharp fingernails against the underside of his chin, forcing his chin up to meet her eye, “Now, tend to your Queen, higher.”
She guided his head ever so slightly upwards, the sharpness of her nail controlling his pace. He obeyed every silent command. He kissed her skin tenderly, lovingly, and worshipfully. Every press of his lips against her perfect body sent both a wave of submissive pleasure, and a draining magic crashing through him.
The fire within him burned hotter and hotter with every worshipping kiss, the trembling of his muscles multiplying in intensity to the point he could barely remain still, let alone remain seated up on his knees. By the time he reached the top of her calf, he was near panting from the heat, and mere inches away from the monster of a member she possessed. Her virility was as impressive as it was intimidating. Aeralith, having been locked away for so long, and unable to socialize let alone explore his sexuality, was quickly discovering his affinity for the pleasure of submission. And Queen Naevira appeared eager to dominate.
“You must feel it…little prince-cess…” she breathed softly against his neck. “That precious soul of yours… it must be burning you from the inside… begging to be released… to belong to me.”
“n—Naevira… “ He breathed, more akin to a panting moan than a gasp.
She squeezed her tail down on his waist tightly, as the white hot fire within him began to spread. He felt its manifestation made clear, his own member strained and pressed tightly against the fabric of his dress.
“All this without even my touch… I can see all your desires…Aeralith. You crave for my domination…” The tip of her spaded tail traced downward from his waist, brushing softly against the outline of his member through his dress. Her teasing forced a moan out of him loud enough to be heard a kingdom away. “Oh how I love hearing you sing.”
He didn’t respond, he couldn’t. She was reading his mind like a book, even before he knew his mind himself. He could only look up to her in awe as her sharply pointed fingernail returned to his chin, firmly guiding him up to her thighs. “Lick.” She commanded.
And he obeyed. His tongue on her skin felt like pure electricity as that strange fire within him stirred upward now. It took him a moment, but he made the connection through the chaos. That fire burning within him… it… must be his soul.
He could feel it pulsing, burning hotter, growing in intensity as it moved higher and higher, into his chest now. It burned so hot it felt as though he was breathing fire. His tongue was ablaze, and every lick of Queen Naevira’s thigh absorbed the heat.
“Very… very good, prince-cess… your desire is strong...” She whispered, guiding him farther and farther up her thighs, but allowing him to savor his way upward. The sensation was beyond description… He felt like he was on the brink of an entire body orgasm that could rival a volcanic eruption.
The tension grew rapidly out of his control. His heart was beating out of his chest. His member was on the verge of eruption without even a single touch. As he finally drew close to her most intimate area, She grasped his hair in one hand and lifted her heavy cock with the other. He stared up into her glowing amethyst eyes again, a look of fiery lust and possessiveness staring back down at him. She took a firm step over his face, holding her own member out of the way so her cunt hovered right above him.
“Now…give your precious soul to me.”
The electricity was in the air now, charged, like lightning striking from his skin to hers. He could feel the heat emanating from her sex, and the intoxicating scent of her as he inched closer towards her cunt. The moment he opened his mouth ever so slightly, the white fire inside him… his soul, awakened. It shot up his chest, peaking at the back of his throat. She pushed him closer and closer, savoring every bit of his devotion. He looked into her eyes one last time, a mix of lust and fear in his eyes as his own lips inched ever so close, her steady hand stopping him briefly.
“I will take such great care of you prince-cess… now… submit.” Just then, with her purplish blue colored hand on his head, sharp black fingernails dug into his hair, she pushed him toward her. He felt the heat from his body drain in a mere instant as it combined with the fire in his throat. The fire blasted up to the back of his mouth, his body trembling violently and about to give out from underneath him. His soul was guiding him, dragging his head towards her like a magnet, pulling him forward until his lips finally met her cunt.
The connection was immediate. Powerful. he couldn’t pull away even if he wanted to. The taste of her wetness drove him wild, sending him past his limit. His body went limp, save for his head. The only thing holding him upright was the magnetism of the connection between his lips to her cunt. The fire in his mouth, his very soul, began to move past his lips, stretching them wide to accommodate its transfer to Queen Naevira.
It pulled and pushed, the rest of his body growing colder and colder until the magnetic pull between her cunt and his soul connected. The experience defied all explanation, he was instantly wracked by an unholy, out of body orgasm that swept through his entire body. His own member exploded under the strain of his dress, exploding through and coating the fabric with the last bit of heat left within him.
In an instant, His soul severed from him completely, disappearing into her. With the magnetism of their connection no longer holding him upright, his body gave out from under him, sending him collapsing to the ground like a heavy rock.
Before he hit the floor, he felt his body catch on something softly, bracing his fall. He lay there with his eyes shut, out of breath, numb and desperate to recover.
~~~15 minutes later~~~
Barely conscious, the ground under him seemed to shift, like it was moving. He heard what sounded like Naevira’s voice, but he couldn’t make out the words. All he could really feel was an unusual cold that covered his body, and a warmth nearby which his body was leaning towards subconsciously.
He heard what he thought was her voice again, but he still couldn’t make out any words.
That’s when it hit him. A sharp pain jutted straight through his ribcage, followed by an intense ache of pain through his head, butt, chest, muscles, his entire body. His eyes shot open in strained agony, desperate to make sense of what was happening.
He found himself enclosed within a bed made from Queen Naevira’s wings, who was gently holding him within her lap. This time, he could understand her. “Can you hear me?”
The pain wracked through his body a second time, and he swore it felt as though his very body itself was shifting… changing… transforming. He writhed in pain for what felt like eternity, a stark contrast to the pleasure he had just experienced.
Fortunately there was some comfort, the few times he was able to see, Queen Naevira’s vibrant eyes were watching over him. Somehow her presence made him feel safe, like everything would be fine. That she wouldn’t allow him any harm. “I promise, it will pass soon.” She cooed to him, the promise of the eventual end to his discomfort dragging him through the pain.
While it did help, the surge of pain continued. He felt the skin around his chest moving, shifting, tightening. All across his stomach, waist, hips, arms and thighs his skin muscle and fat shifted, and seemed to shrink. His skin began to singe like the outer layer had been removed revealing a soft fragile layer underneath.
A terrible surging ache struck just above his forehead, then onto his shoulder blades, and lastly on his tailbone. He struggled to remain conscious, narrowly meeting Queen Naevira’s gaze to keep his sanity.
Then there was something that surpassed the pain of the rest. A strong ache like pain surged near his groin. The pain was too intense for him to bear, he could do all but scream and writhe in agony. It felt as though his member was being pushed straight down into his body, then began turning upside down, like it was inverting itself, and it felt like he was dying.
“n—Naevira..! w—what's happening to me?” He screamed, desperate for relief from the pain.
She smiled down at him, a look of pride, possessiveness on her face as she traced a hand across his collarbone. “It’s almost over, I promise.”
Just then, the pain began to subside, the last of it ending with a sharp pain somewhere in his throat. It took him a few moments to recover from the ordeal, but he felt her wings propping him upwards tenderly. He began to open his eyes again, finally able to hold them open long enough to regain his bearings. His vision was filled by his new Queen watching over him, as he laid out on his back before her, secured in the cocoon of her wings. “Easy.. easy princess… You're trembling.”
Her smile was a mix of wicked excitement and amazement. “you… you are as irresistible as I…”
Wracked with pain and desperately confused, he looked over himself, desperate to find the source of the pain. But it didn't take long to figure it out.
His dress had been ripped and shredded apart, the remains of it lodged on the floor under and around him. His skin was the most obvious signal. No longer his pale elven white, his skin now shimmered a light lavender purple color, not simply pale, but an obvious fantastical violet hue with soft, bluish undertones.
The unexpectedness of it made him gasp. “m–my…sk–” but the voice that he heard was different.
It was light, airy, and cute.
A mix of feminine with that demonic bass undertone Naevira had, albeit softer. A girl’s voice.
“Oh that voice… you could not be any more perfect…” She spoke with a hunger that he could feel in the air, warming his body.
He raised a hand, inspecting himself for changes. His fingernails were now sharp silver claws.
“Such sharp little claws you have…” Naevira said, taking them into her hands. She inspected his claws like they were little toys, looking over them closely before guiding one of his small hands towards his chest. She dragged his nails across his chest, where he felt something else new. “And these little buds… how adorable.”
While his chest was never quite the muscled pecs fitting of a typical prince, the soft violet buds on his chest now were surrounded by small mounds of plushness. He now had breasts that could easily fill a B or C cup bra.
He shuddered, a cold breath escaping him as her own clawed finger dragged over one of his nipples, drawing a feeling of warmth around her touch. “m–my ski–… my breasts…?”
“You’ve been reborn, Aeralith. A being of pure desire… Your voice can soothe beasts, your words can break minds, your body can bend wills.”
He moved to sit up, further examining himself as Naevira continued to explain.
She drew her palms across his chest, grabbing and groping his new breasts, then sliding her hands further down his ribcage, teasing, poking, and prodding at his new body.
“I… I feel so… c–cold… Nae–vira.”
“Queen—Naevira…” She corrected, Aeralith heard her voice not only with his ears, but reverberating from within his mind, as if she had spoken to him telepathically. “The cold you feel… That's desire, or, the lack of it I should say.”
“d–desire?” he managed out weakly.
She slid her hand down his lithe ribcage, a strong boiling heat following her touch. It was like his body was made of ice, and her hand of magma. It slithered down his body, snaking around his waist, and while he had always been small, the way her hand draped over his stomach made him feel as though he had gotten much smaller in whatever transformation had occurred.
“You’ve become a demon… Aeralith but, not just any demon, a succubus—my succubus.”
He began to fear he made a mistake giving her his soul, and the look of fear that passed his eyes did not go unnoticed.
“Do not fret little blossom…” She spoke with a powerful dominance that echoed in his mind. “I have freed you…. You will have much to learn…and it will not be easy, but I promise you this is the start of something greater.”
She let her hand free of his waist, feeling the heat she provided suddenly disappear. A rush of cold filled the void of heat her hand left, much to his discomfort “I will guide you. Train you. Teach you as my beloved apprentice, my perfect pet.” She returned her hand to his waist, the comfort of her hands' warmth returning. “You’ve only to obey.”
Obey. The word echoed in his body like a command structured in his brain, and he felt a surging power commanding him to comply, and any thought of resistance was painful. “yes— Queen Naevira.” He yelped his response, after which the power subsided.
”w-what happens if I… disobeyed?” Aeralith asked shakily.
She laughed, amused.
“Oh, my blossoming succubus…” her tail coiled around one of his slender arms, holding him gently even though underneath it, he could tell her tail was strong enough to crush him. “You won’t.”
With a flick of her claw, she summoned a silver chain draped around her waist. Then, she reached below her massive member and in between her thighs, probing her own cunt with two fingers before pulling out a glowing pink crystal.
He gasped audibly as she touched it, a phantom feeling sealing around him as if holding the crystal was the same as holding him. “You belong to me now. My pet.” She looked over at him with a possessive pride. “Your soul breathes in my hand. Your desires bloom at my touch. Your power rises where I allow it.”
She placed the glowing crystal into a clasp on a chain around her waist, what must be a physical manifestation of his soul now secured around her waist like jewelry.
“I will teach you the ways of a succubus. To seduce, to infiltrate, manipulate, spy, how to better serve me.” She hungered over him, her much longer tail caressing his shoulder blades behind him as her hand snuck below his waist. “But, I take care of what’s mine. You will have all you’ve ever desired and more…”
Her hand slipped lower, and for the first time he noticed his groin felt different. It felt… open, vulnerable somehow. Maybe it was the cold that had numbed him, he wasn’t sure. But when she slipped lower, perhaps instinctively and shyly, he pushed his thighs together as the warmth of her hand crept into his most intimate area. He looked up to her like a deer caught in the headlights, only matched by a wicked grin.
“Little succubus, do not play coy with me…” Whatever she was planning, he could sense her excitement in the heat emanating from her hand, releasing soft little moans from him as she inched closer and closer to his groin.
“Oh this is just delicious…” She shook her head, delightfully amused. “I will admit you play the part of the blushing virgin well… But don’t forget I can see every desire in that precious mind of yours."
“w–what do I desire… Queen Naevira..?” He barely managed to get out.
“I could tell you… but it’s more fun making you tell me.” Just then, she brought her hand down between his thighs, the warmth from her hands absorbing into his skin, and where he had expected her hand to catch on his member, there was nothing.
She held her palm against where his cock should be, but she pressed her hand flat against him. It shouldn’t have been possible, how was she holding him there without him feeling his cock being touched? Whatever she was doing, his sensitivity felt like it was dialed up to 100. He let out a pathetic, adorable girly moan as Naevira clawed a finger around something new, wet, and sunken into his groin. A new opening between….. his no—her thighs.
Aeralith’s eyes caught Naevira with a look of disbelief and shock as he made the realization of what had happened.
“Oh now that was exquisite... you’ve realized it… you’re my girl now.” Aeralith strained to look down at her hand, confirming the realization. Just as Aeralith saw it, Queen Naevira pressed her fingers deep into Aerialith's new drippingly wet cunt. “Now tell me who… what you desire!” She commanded.
A moment of hesitation and resistance was powerfully snuffed out as her command echoed through Aeralith at the same the pleasure of her fingers' efforts destroyed any resistance. It was painful and pointless to resist. The moment Aeralith complied she was rewarded with waves of blissful submissive pleasure. “y–you! Queen– Naevira! I…I desire to serve you!”
“Good girl.” The moment she said it, it was as if Aeralith’s whole body experienced an orgasm. Her body crumpled back against the floor, lit on fire again with her desire for the Queen. All she could do was gasp for breath raggedly like a dog as her sex squeezed down hard on the fingers probing deep inside.
“I think you’ll need a new name fitting this new form... ” Queen Naevira knelt before her, grinning with a lustful hunger. She sensed every emotion, movement, and feeling as she scoured Aeralith’s defeated body with her purplish blue fingers. Everywhere she looked, every part she touched, every part she thought of burned red hot. “Aeralith.. Hmm…”
For the first time Aeralith heard the Queen moan, continuously pressing her fingers deep into Aeralith’s new cunt. Aeralith looked up to her with sparkling doe eyes, this new, virginal demonic form of hers has been laid out before the queen utterly defenseless and devoted to her. It was clear Queen Naevira was enjoying the display. She brought a finger up from between Aerialith's legs up to her mouth, slipping a finger in and tasting It. “You are amazing, little succubi, down to the last detail. You must see yourself.”
With a flick of Naevira’s finger, she summoned an onyx colored mirror, hovering it in the air as she grabbed one of Aeralith’s hands, holding her tightly. “Observe your beauty, your perfection. You are irresistable.”
She wasn’t lying.
The reflection was astonishing… The image Aeralith remembered of an androgynous prince was no longer reflecting back through the mirror.
The face and body of the most beautiful girl Aeralith had ever seen stared back through the mirror. Completely nude, the girl was a shorter, tinier, prettier, female version of Aeralith. Her face was absolutely stunning, an adorable mix of pretty and innocent, but with a smile that seemed mischievous. A small nose, adorably cute freckles, and a pair of pretty doe-shaped eyes. The curves of her body were that of a beautifully slim girl, with proportions and plushness in exactly the right places. She was hairless, blemishless, skin was perfectly smooth, the color of light lavender. It was as if Naevira had turned him into a living symbol for desire.
Aeralith inspected her new body further, looking down at her cool lavender skin, running her hands across the tiny, soft dark nipples on her chest. She felt her unnaturally slim stomach and shortened rib cage, the touch of her fingers sending warmth into them. She ran her hands across the perfectly smooth and intoxicating sight of her thighs, the perfect balance of slender and squishy.
But it’s what was behind her that was most shocking. A pair of much smaller, dark purple/black demonic wings spread behind her back, and her own skin colored spaded tail reached outwardly behind her.
It felt strange. The tail seemed to have a mind of its own, but it loosely shared her mind's focus. It twirled in front of her, but before she could hold it closer to observe, Naevira snatched it. She took firm hold of Aerialith's tail, pulling her intimately close like a puppy on a leash. A sudden warmth from Naevira’s grasp shot up her tail with a strange magic pulsing through it.
Aeralith felt her vision darkening and her muscles weakening. Naevira pulled her in close, quickly losing consciousness as she made one final whisper directly into Aeralith’s ear. “Let’s go home… Lilith.”