repost: Succubus P.I. Dark Temptation

[herbert3000]

Hi folks, was away for a while just to find out, that our beloved forum vanished not too long ago. I hope you don't mind if I repost my story here. Still not sure if it's all that great, not being a native speaker and all that, but but I got a PM specifically asking for it so at least one person will be pleased. I'll try to fit it all in one post this time and even fixed a few typos (don't worry there are still enough left, I'm certain...). If all goes to plan I will repost the second story of this series soon. Tell me if you're interested in a thrid one. I have a concept but hadn't have the time to put much work into it yet.

Disclaimer: contains f/f and m/f explicit content, titfighting, sexfighting, a tiny little bit of violence, cheap jokes, too much plot for it's own good and lots of other things your doctor warned you of.



Succubus P.I. – Dark Temptation


by Herbert

Chapter 1 – On the Case




It was one of those hot, sultry afternoons in late summer when the phone on her desk suddenly rang, waking her from a vivid daydream. For a second she thought about ignoring it, fetching her stuff and leaving the office early. The air had been incredibly stuffy in here since the treacherous air conditioner surrendered two days ago, but it might have been a client, and she was a little short of work this month.

“Aya Al-Sabi, private investigator,” she answered the call.

“Hello, this is Christian Ritter,” a deep male voice reported.

“Oh, Chris, it’s you,” she returned cheerfully. “How can I help?”

“I was just about to head home. If you’re not too busy, l’d like to stop by your detective agency and give you a little follow-up on your last assignment. Besides,” he paused just long enough to raise her curiosity, “I may have a new job for you.”

“Great. See you soon, tiger.”

Aya’s mood improved instantly. A new job was just what she needed right now and Chris’ company was most welcome, given the fact that he was the cutest cop in town. She got up from her chair, stepped to the open window and stretched out her bare arms. Lean muscles tightened. Her right arm sported a sleeve-like tattoo from wrist to upper arm showing squiggled arabian patterns and flower motifs. Similar, albeit smaller tattoos adorned her hips, just visible above her tight shorts. Yawning slightly she shook her straight black hair, which fell down as far as her waist, right now sticking a little to her sweaty back. Drops of sweat also glistered all over her impressive cleavage. A single button held her tight soaked blouse together, which could hardly contain her big, juicy tits.

A pedestrian who happened to look up to her, would have been rewarded with an amazing view of her braless underboobs, but at the same time tragically missed her greatest asset: her incredibly firm, heart-shaped butt. A satisfied grin played around Aya’s lush, seductive lips as she loosened her toned suntanned thighs. Her brown eyes sparkled. She had a body that other women would kill for. A fact that surprised no one who knew her secret: Aya was of demonic origin, an otherworldly being who did not age by natural means and was feeding from carnal energies. According to christian nomenclature she was a succubus.

Summoned to this world on the Arabian Peninsula at the dawn of the 17th century by a power hungry vizier to get rid of his male rivals, she was the embodiment of his erotic fantasies. After she had twisted the minds of dozens of men at his behest, and sucked the life force out of just as many, her cunning and great patience had succeeded in freeing herself from the magical pact binding her to her master.

For a while she had lived on her own in the same manner without any remorse until certain events had made her change her mind. It was decades ago now that she had been feasting on a human with deadly consequences, as fortunately she had found other means to secure her prolonged physical existence.

However, Aya had no scruples about using her special talents to earn a modest living. After traveling the world for centuries, she had returned to Berlin a couple of years ago, a city she had last visited when it was divided by a wall. Today it had become a mecca for startup businesses and adventurers with a vibrant culture and a strong international flavor. She had gone into business for herself as a private investigator and over time had built a reputation for solving even seemingly impossible cases. Even the drug department of the police, embodied by Chris, enlisted her unofficially at times.

Well, this was not the moment to revel in old memories, she admonished herself when she saw his car approaching.

Aya gave Chris a friendly hug when he entered and seized the opportunity to inconspicuously feel out his toned muscles. He was a really handsome young cop, whose striking chin sported a three-day beard. His spicy, masculine scent was very pleasant to her nose. She had been thinking about seducing him and having some fun with him for a while now, but she was on a sexual diet so to speak, which involved not using nice people as her personal toys all the time.

But that of course didn’t mean she couldn’t tease him a bit: “You’re in good shape, tiger. Been hitting the gym a lot lately?”

“Not nearly as often as you, it seems. I can’t imagine what you need to do, to keep that shape.”

The truth was: not much at all. Her fitness level depended on other things than physical workouts for the most part, but of course Chris had no clue. For all he knew, she was just a stunningly attractive private investigator.

“You’d like a beer?” she quickly changed the subject.

“Sure, as long as it’s cold. It’s hot as hell in here.”
You have no idea, she thought, while taking two bottles out of the fridge, which they toasted with before taking seats at the desk.

“Your information was correct,” reported Chris. “We have enough evidence now to bust practically the entire biker gang. I have no idea how you achieved this so quickly. These guys usually don’t talk to anybody.”

“I can be very persuasive,” she replied with an innocent smile.

“No doubt about that,” Chris acknowledged. He accepted that she remained silent about her methods as long as she got results and did not break the law. And to her knowledge there was still no law in Germany that prohibited to use of dark magic to make men submissive.

Twisting those thugs round her little finger had been an easy task. Their girlfriends, however, were a different story. Unfortunately her supernatural gift had no effect on the same sex, so she had to resort on other means. In this case she had found herself in a fierce catfight with a tough biker chick before long. Luckily Aya proved to be even tougher and after she slammed that nasty slut trough a pool table there was no dispute about her status within the gang ever again.

“Now about this new job, I mentioned,” Chris spurred the conversation. “We have disturbing reports of a new liquid party drug. Within the scene it’s known as milk. Those taking it apparently lose all sexual inhibitions.”

Aya listened up. This promised to be interesting.

“I don’t need to explain to you what ugly things could happen if someone pours stuff like this into a young woman’s drink.”

No, he didn’t have to, she could vividly imagine it. Wild, unbridled lust without regrets. Didn’t sound too bad to her ears, but of course he had a point.

“Who puts it on the street?" she asked. “The Russians? The Italians?”

“Neither,” he reported, shaking his head. “In fact, we’re not quite sure, but all clues point to a lingerie company owned by this woman here…”

He put his phone on the table. The screen showed the blurred picture of a woman in a red dress: long blonde hair, slightly curled, lips at least as full as Aya’s and a body that, as much as she could tell, didn’t have to hide from anyone. Aya emptied her bottle in one go. Some cold beer was running down her neckline giving her goose bumps. This was getting better by the minute!

“She goes by the name Elena Lyons,” Chris continued, “but that is probably made up. Her past is shrouded in mystery, and she is almost never appears in public. We believe that her fashion label, named Dark Temptation, is just a cover for the drug business. The BKA has been after her for some time, but so far all investigations have come to nothing. We believe she has connections within the federal police, so we’re going to bring in someone from the outside undercover. It’s not without risk, but…”

“You got me, the moment you mentioned to prospect of sexual debauchery,” Aya interrupted him. “When do we start?”

Chris sighed at her remark, shaking his head again. “Dark Temptation is having a photo shoot for young talents this weekend. We will create a fake portfolio for you tomorrow and place you through a modeling agency that works with us. If you make an impression, hopefully they will hire you permanently and you will get the chance to collect evidence. Keep a low profile and all will be fine. Have you ever modeled before?”

“No,” admitted Aya honestly. In fact, she actively avoided being captured on camera since photography had been invented. A habit that made taking on a new identity every few decades a whole lot easier. Nowadays though, with easy image manipulation available to everyone, she worried a lot less, as she could always plausibly deny anything. “But I’m really excited to try it.”

She threw her hair back and stretched in her chair, giving the police officer a full few on her lavish upper body all the way down to her bare midriff.

“I bet you’ll turn out to be a natural,” Chris predicted, emptying his bottle in one big slurp. “See you tomorrow then. I’ll message you about the details.”

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The following day was just as hot and sunny but luckily a little less humid. Aya stopped her Harley right in front of a somewhat run-down photo studio, Chris had invited her to.

She wore extremely short blue jeans that just barely covered her voluptuous ass, a red low-cut, belly top, a black leather vest and matching knee-high boots. She did not wear a helmet. Traffic accidents didn’t worry her too much, as du to her demonic nature, even severe injuries healed very quickly. She was wearing sunglasses, though, which she now took off to have a better look at Chris and his companion who were both waiting for her.

Indeed, the policeman had not come alone: A woman stood beside him, half a head taller than Aya, her straight brown hair up in a tight bun. She wore a loose white blouse and matching trousers. Even without the holstered gun she was easy to recognize as a plainclothes cop. Despite the heat she wasn’t really showing much skin.

“Aya, this is Katrin Weiß from the BKA. Katrin, this is Aya,” Chris introduced them to each other. “Katrin just arrived in Berlin and is on the same case as us.”

It did not escape Aya’s notice that the other woman looked at her disapprovingly from top to bottom. Nevertheless, she reached out her hand to greet her. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Al-Sabi.”

“Likewise. Just call me Aya.”

To her surprise, the federal policewoman had an astonishingly firm handshake, which the succubus returned just as firmly. There was definitely a bit of hostility in the air despite the exchanged pleasantries.

“Chris has told me a lot about you,” Katrin revealed. “Nice tattoos. From someone with undercover experience, though, I would have expected to choose a slightly more… inconspicuous outfit.”

“Like yours?” Aya replied nonchalantly. “I’m afraid no one would buy the mousy girl from me.”

Katrin pursed her lips in disdain. “Chris, are you sure she’s got what it takes for the job? They’re looking for a model, not for some wannabe porn star.”

What was this bitch thinking? Before her friend could open his mouth Aya raised the stakes: “You don’t think you’d be better suited, do you?”

She inspected the federal detective more closely. Lots of women despised her for her superior looks, not many of them had the guts to say it in her face, though. More so this police chick might actually pass for a model, she had to admit. Her face was that of a classic beauty, even if her nose was quite prominent, giving her the slightest masculine trait. Unlike Aya she had only applied the most necessary make-up. Her posture and movements were elegant and the succubus assumed she must be hiding quite a body under her loose clothing. More than anything else, the determination in her dark brown eyes told her that she shouldn’t underestimate this woman.

Defiantly, Katrin put her hands on her hips. “Well, actually…”

“Katrin,” Chris interrupted her. “We’ve talked about this. If our target does have connections to the police, it could compromise your cover. She on the other hand will fly completely under the radar."

Aya looked up to the other woman with a triumphant smirk. “Trust him: I never leave my clients unsatisfied.”

Katrin snorted in reply. “I can vividly imagine that.”

“Wonderful,” said Chris with relief, probably thinking any differences between the two women were settled for good. “Let’s go in and take some pictures for the application.”

Inside the studio Aya did her best to pull of a show for her bystanders, striking sexy pose after sexy pose, presenting herself from her best side, which were actually all of her sides. She mainly aimed at Chris, who tried valiantly to play cool but was betrayed by the growing bulge in his pants. Of course the frowning stares she got from Katrin were a welcome bonus. The policewoman stood right next to him, stiff like a stick with her arms crossed in front of her. Intentionally or not, she was sticking out her own boobs a little more that way and Aya could tell that her suspicion was justified: they were definitely bigger, than they had appeared at first sight.

The detective indeed carried some concealed guns, she thought. Still, not of the same caliber as mine!

Aya would also take bets that the other woman had at least a slight crush on Chris and was now fuming inside, having to watch the seductive succubus flaunting her stuff in front of him. It was then, that she finally decided to make her move on him soon. But not before Katrin made hers first. Relationships were so much more enticing, when a rival was involved and considering herself a good sportswoman she would grant her competition a head start. Of course, she had no intent of using her dark arts on Chris. First, because he was a friend, and second, because she was pretty confident, she wouldn’t have to.

On a side note, Aya was quite impressed by the photographer, a bald guy, probably in his sixties with seemingly Turkish roots, who acted incredibly professional.

“I have some nice shots on camera,” he announced at one point. “Let’s do a few more in bra and panties.”

“Excuse me?” Aya asked back. So much for his professionalism.

“Well, you want to apply as a lingerie model, don’t you? At least that is what your pal told me.”

“You got a point there, old boy,” she realized. “The only problem is, I’m not wearing a bra …”

Katrin rolled her eyes and sighed audibly. “Why am I not surprised?”

“Well, I usually don’t need any,” Aya defended her unreserved habit.

“Wait, I have an idea,” Chris announced. “Katrin, could you lend her yours for a moment? If she has to drive home trough all the traffic to get hers, it’ll take an hour or more.”

“Are you serious?” the policewoman exclaimed.

“Screw it,” Aya conceded, seemingly taking her side, just to put a knife into her back: “It would probably be too tight for me anyway.”

Katrin’s face froze suddenly. “No, it’s ok,” she declared, “I don’t mind at all. Chris is absolutely right, we should at least give it a try.”

She turned around and started to unbutton her blouse. Skillfully she loosened her bra and threw it over her shoulder for Aya to catch. Then she buttoned her blouse again. What a pity, the succubus thought. She would have loved to see what treasures were hidden underneath.

Without wasting time the raven-haired demoness started to undress. Chris and the photographer were polite enough to turn around immediately. Katrin in contrast gazed at her very attentive and Aya made sure she had everything in view. Her proud tits rode high on her chest, seemingly unaffected by gravity. When they finally were exposed in all their naked glory, their thick brownish nipples perfectly on display, she gave them a nice bump to make them bounce provocatively.

Take notes, little girl, she thought. This is what a real woman looks like.

“Don’t worry,” taunted Aya as she put on the bra. “I promise, I won’t bust it.” To her surprise though, the garment was fitting alarmingly well. The slight strains she felt were more due to the unaccustomed shape than to missing space. It seemed her puppies felt quite comfortable in their foreign baskets. She snarled in displeasure.

Now it was Katrin’s turn to smirk. “Not as small as you thought, eh?” she taunted her.

“Well,” Aya admitted begrudgingly, “it’s sufficient, I guess. As long as I don’t have to wear it all day at least.”

Despite the tangible friction between the two women, they managed to finish the shoot without further interruptions and went to a nearby café for the briefing. As it turned out Katrin was investigating Elena Lyons and her suspicious lingerie label for more than a year already. She knew that company as good as any outsider probably could and lectured Aya about it down to the smallest detail.

The succubus however found it extremely difficult to focus. Her mind was o other things right now, like how it would feel to grab that busty detective by her hair, pull her across the table and show her, which pair of tits was the best around. What a spectacular show this would have been for Chris. Maybe some other day in a more private place she told herself.

Concerning the mission, she didn’t really care that much about the intel the BKA had. She planed to grab the next best guy working there and make him bring her to that mysterious woman. From there on she would improvise. Simple as that. But before, she had to do some preparations, Chris and the police better not knew of …






Chapter 2 – Occult Preparations




Late in the afternoon Aya drove through the streets of Berlin again. The meeting with Katrin had left her horny. Hornier than usual that meant. But underneath this totally human emotion she felt something else lurking. Something deeply inhuman. A dark craving, a hunger for more than simple carnal pleasures. It was a need that she normally had under control, but which might quite likely complicate her mission if she didn’t tend to it in time. Fortunately, she knew someone who could help her with this issue.


She stopped her motorcycle in front of a small shop. “Ivanescu’s occult offerings,” was written in ornate letters across the window. The entire shelves were filled with cheap junk. Souvenirs for tourists and guidebooks for hipsters, who felt incredibly smart about trying the latest fake magic potions at their cocktail party. Under the counter, however, Aya knew that really potent magic was sold to selected customers.

A sign on the door told her that the shop was already closed. Nevertheless, she knocked loudly against the window. After a short while a young woman with curly red hair appeared and let her in, locking the door behind her.

“Aya, nice to have you here,” the succubus was greeted. “What can I do for you? The same as usual?”

“Thanks for your time, Ramona. You guessed it, I need a new potion.”

“Well, let’s go to the back then,” the redhead invited her and went ahead. Her bottom was tucked into a pair of shorts, just barely longer than Aya’s own, and swayed seductively in front of her, while her lush, curly hair spread the scent of exotic herbs. Ramona Ivanescu was a witch and a potion-mixer, and for her young age of merely 23 years, a highly talented one. Moreover, she was one of the very few people who knew about Aya’s true nature, because her potions played an essential role in controlling her hunger. She was also very keen on experiments, both in terms of her mixtures and her sexuality. Needless to say that Aya got along with her very well.

Ramona led her into the spacious back room, where she ran a small alchemist’s kitchen, among other things.

“Do you intend to pay this time?” the witch asked. “ I mean with money. It always costs me a small fortune to obtain the ingredients.”

Acting guilty Aya looked to the side. “I’ll get a paycheck soon. Until then I thought my girls could take care of the bill. She lifted her breasts with her hands and presented them to Ramona challengingly.

The redhead snorted playfully, pretending not to be interested. “Come on,” she waved her aside. “Those old, saggy bags are clearly beyond their prime.”

“Watch your mouth kid,” Aya shot back. “Unless you want them to come over to you and teach you some manners.” Oh, how she loved their little preludes. She could already sense the witch’s beginning arousal.

“Think I’m afraid of your thugs?” taunted Ramona. “Let me show you the new sheriffs in town.”

With that she shed her woven top to reveal her own pair of tits. Like Aya she was not wearing a bra and her beauties didn’t seem to need one either. She sported two round shaped, juicy looking D-cups crowned by pink nipples, remarkably long and stiff, which pointed dangerously at Aya. Her boobs even looked a tiny bit fuller than she remembered them.

“You notice something?” Ramona asked with a smug grin.

“That your girls are really happy to see mine?” Aya guessed, already dropping her leather vest on the soft carpet.

“Gosh, I’m obviously referring to their size!” Ramona explained with annoyance. “My breast enhancing potion finally worked! They have grown at least half a cup size! Why else do you think I’m not wearing a bra?”

Aya peeled herself out of her own top. “Cause you finally discovered your fashion sense?” she assumed. “Sorry missy, but they don’t look any more impressive to me than the last time my babies put them in their place.”

Her own nipples stiffened in anticipation of the imminent confrontation. A nice rough titfight was just what she needed to shake of the stress. And while she had no doubt about the outcome, she knew from personal experience that Ramona was no pushover.

“Hah! Let’s see how it’s going to turn out this time with my new and improved assets!” the witch rejoiced. “Granted, the effect is only temporary, but that is all I need to humble your cocky boobs.”

They didn’t need more trash talk to get their contest started. Both took a step towards each other and smashed their naked breasts straight into their respective counterparts. Both pairs connected with an audible thud, the recoil forcing the women to stagger backwards a view small steps.

“Ouch,” groaned Ramona, instinctively cupping her vulnerable boobs.

“Oooh,” moaned Aya as well, resisting the urge to protect her cherished bosom. “Your bold little champs do pack some extra punch today,” she acknowledged. “But they are still boxing way above their weight class.”

“Just you wait,” the witch threatened. “My girls are about to show yours who is boss!”

With that they clashed again. This time they wrapped their arms around each other for a tight hug. Immediately they started a slow circular grind mashing their mounds of feminine meat together in an attempt to flatten each other out. Although Aya had the advantage in size and probably in firmness as well, she was amazed how incredibly stiff the witch’s nipples felt. They were poking into her areolas like tiny daggers, making her feel increasingly uncomfortable. She certainly didn’t remember them to be that much of a nuisance.

“Argh, my teats …” she pressed out. “Your stiffos are hard as nails.”

“Must be a side effect of my potion,” Ramona gasped. “I might as well poke deeper into these inflated balloons you call tits and make them pop!”

The witch pulled her in even more tightly, resting her head on Ayas shoulder, her right hand grabbing the succubus’ incredible ass for leverage.

“After I’m done with you overrated udders, I’ll give you a good spanking,” the redhead promised. “You’ve been a naughty little demoness for sure.”

Aya had enough. The succubus didn’t mind a little sparing, but right now her friend got clearly carried away be her unjustified confidence. Time to set things straight! With her superior strength she pushed the witch just far enough off her, to slide her rack down below the redhead’s. She then tightened her grip again, pushing her adversary’s boobs upwards, while the young girl’s dangerous nipples were pointing helplessly towards the ceiling. To cut off any route to escape she shoved the young woman back first into a shelf. Some empty vials rattled and fell down onto the carpet, luckily none of them breaking.

Ramona didn’t last long. “Nooo!” she squealed in despair. “I give, I give! You win!”

Aya loosened her grip but remained in gentle skin-to-skin contact. She gave her friend a satisfied smile. Tossing a streak of her black her out of her face she asked: “Who is still boss?”

“You are,” the witch conceded, only to add: “But wait till I refined my breast enhancing potion …”

“You’d probably be the richest girl on the planet, if you manage to make it permanent,” Aya predicted. “Now about my reward …”

“Sure.” Ramona slid past Aya giving her tits a last gentle brush. Still topless, she fetched a small perfume bottle out of a drawer and handed it to the succubus. It was filled with a semi-trancelucent liquid, similar to milk diluted with water. In fact, milk from a woman’s breast was one of the ingredients of the potion. It was much more than that of course. What she hold in hand was basically bottled up sexual energy. Enough to sate her dark hunger, at least for a while.

“Use it at your own discretion,” Ramona advised. “I might have a second one ready at the end of the month. Salamander tails are hard to come by these days. The market is empty. Probably some posh witches from China buying everything the get their greedy fingers on.”

Nodding her head, Aya gathered her top from the carpet. Three weeks with only one vial would be tough, but she should be able to endure it, if she delayed drinking it a little longer than originally planned.

“Thank you,” she said. “I’ll hopefully have some cash by then.”

Ramona tenderly put her hand on Aya’s shoulder. “You know this can’t go on forever. Sooner or later you’ll have to feast. This diet is giving you all the nutrients, so to speak, but some of the essential vitamins are missing. It wouldn’t surprise me, if your biochemistry – or rather demono-chemistry as I would call it – was already out of balance.”

“I can take care of myself,” Aya assured. “The day might come where I can’t avoid it any longer, but that’s still far down the road.”

“You can feast on me,” offered Ramona out of the blue.

“Don’t even joke about it,” Aya rebuked her, pushing the witch’s hand aside.

“No, I mean it,” Ramona insisted. “Of course, I don’t want you to kill me. But you don’t have to take it all. I know succubi can hold back and withdraw before fatal damage is done. That’s how you survived before my mother started brewing potions for you. I want to experience it! I want to know how it feels to be consumed, to have the core of your womanhood devoured by a stronger and hungrier sex.” She shuddered in excitement. “I’m also curious to see your true form. Does your kin really have horns, tails and wings?”

“Listen up kid,” Aya demanded her attention. “First of all, Succubi in general can’t control themselves, when feeding. I at least couldn’t when I was summoned to this world. It’s like tasting the sweetest nectar and then pulling back with just one drop on your tongue. It took me five years of torture in a catholic nunnery until I could fully control my instincts.”

Ramona’s eyes went wide. “What do you mean by that?”

“Fine, I’ll give you the short version,” Aya announced. “It was in the early 18th century, when I had to disappear from the public for a few years. Seemed to be a smart idea to join a convent back then. Thought of me as a vixen in a hen house. Turned out, I rather hurled myself into a snake pit. Those fiendish nuns imprisoned me and turned me into their secret pleasure toy. Of course they had to allow me to feast to keep me alive, but obviously they didn’t allow me to harm them at the same time. They taught me the hard way to keep my appetite in check and it still takes a tremendous amount of willpower to do so.”

“Wow, for real?" the bare-breasted witch exclaimed. “Who would have thought of nuns being that twisted?”

“You have no idea. They made it into a kind of initiation rite. Feeding the devil they called it. But enough of that. The second thing you need to know is, that being fed on is not a pleasant thing.”

Ramona raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

“Well, it is in that very moment,” Aya narrowed it down. “But not afterwards. It’s a traumatic experience for some. I’ve seen it change people a lot of times and seldom for the better. I don’t want to do this anymore, especially not to my friends. Besides, I promised your mother not to harm you in any way.”

“Screw her," Ramona waved off. “She hasn’t shown up here since she met some millionaire on a cruise three years ago. Doesn’t even answer her phone. The only thing I get from her are text messages. Can you believe it? Are we still living in the nineties?”

Aya found this hard to believe, knowing her mother as someone who loved her child and raised an eyebrow. Ramona however, gave no further explanation.

“You see,” she said, “I’m not a child anymore. I decide for myself what’s good or bad for me.”

“Well, maybe one day,” Aya promised. “After you proved to be woman enough … by defeating my tits.”

Ramona looked down at her reddened, beaten mammaries. “Fair enough,” she chuckled. “I’ll keep practicing. How about some pasta later at my place. And maybe some cuddling afterwards?”

Given how their cuddle sessions usually turned out, Aya was tempted. The prospect of playing a little with those pesky nipples, that gave her so much trouble, was alluring. But to be honest, she wasn’t in any mood to cuddle right now. Being confronted with not only one but two potential rivals in short order had driven her in full competitive mode. And no matter what cutie of a girl Ramona was, she wasn’t what the succubus was after right now.

“Sounds great, but not to today,” she let the witch down. “I have to prepare for a modeling career.”

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When Aya came home, the first thing she did, however, was to get rid of her sweaty clothes and start masturbating in the shower. As the lukewarm water ran down between her luscious breasts, she fondled them tenderly. They were still a little sore from their recent tussle, but thanks to her demonic regeneration, they would shine again in all their splendor tomorrow at the latest. Rubbing her nipples lustfully between her fingers, she conjured up the image of Katrin in her mind.

"So you think you’re well-endowed, little Miss Detective,” she murmured. “I tend to disagree.”

Of course, Aya had already met women with larger breasts than hers. Quite many to tell the truth. But most of the time they had been flabby and in bad shape. The occasions on which she had truly been outmatched, she could still count on her fingers after more than four centuries. Katrin was no different, she reassured herself. No doubt the tall, slender girl was ashamed of her weak tits. Why else would she hide them from all the world to see? And even if not, her skinny ass could never compare to Aya’s glorious bottom. No one could.

The last thought conjured up the image of the other woman that the succubus just couldn’t get out of her head. Too bad they only had that one noisy photograph. It was hard to tell from the camera angle, but Elena Lyons seemed to have very similar curves to Aya. That alone made her interesting. And what better source of information about Dark Temptation was there than its founder herself? Seducing women was obviously more difficult for her than men, but nonetheless she succeeded in most cases. Practice makes perfect.

While her left hand continued kneading her breasts, her right hand slid down into her crotch. Her Fingers skillfully parted her lush labia before entering the hot cavern of lust that was her pussy. Aya moaned in delight.

Oh yes, she thought. The beast between her legs was on the prowl and her prey had better be on alert.




Chapter 3 – The Den of the Lioness



Aya received the confirmation that she was booked by Dark Temptation via e-mail the next day, just one hour after the message confirming that she was registered at the model agency Chris set her up with. Whoever owed the policeman a favor, was on point. She still had two days to kill somehow, so she continued some unfinished paperwork. You wouldn’t believe it but even a sinful demon of lust had to pay taxes – at least if she wanted to make a living as private investigator. To her greatest relief she got her the broken air conditioner repaired, making it a lot more comfortable in her detective agency.

“Don’t you dare to fail me again,” she muttered a warning at the machine, knowing full well that it fell on deaf ears. The next breakdown was only another heat wave away.

She did call Chris a couple of times, pretending to have some questions about the case, but mainly to do small talk and find out more about Katrin. She learned that She and Chris met at a police seminar a few years ago and stayed loosely connected via social media. It was not until a few days ago, that Katrin approached him to ask for his help in her investigation against Dark Temptation. Apparently Katrin was a great marks-woman and a real sports fanatic.

Aya did some research on her own and found out that her newfound rival almost made it to the national track and field championship once but didn’t attend because of some injury, she suffered a week prior. Other than that, her career seemed to be picture perfect. There was not much to be found about her private life. Her parents died in a car accident, no living relatives and, as she already suspected, Katrin wasn’t in a committed relationship.

Aya frowned. Something about that woman clearly rubbed her the wrong way and raised her suspicion, but she couldn’t point the finger at it just yet. She wondered if it was just jealousy she felt. The thought seemed ridiculous, but maybe Ramona was right, and she was slowly loosing her inner balance. Well, pondering would get her nowhere, so she dismissed those musings for now.

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Saturday came, and she was supposed to take part in a model workshop taking place in an office building on the outskirts of the city. An hour before, she met Chris and Katrin waiting in a white van not far from the location.

Aya indeed opted for a slightly less conspicuous outfit this time, with the emphasis on slightly. She chose a skimpy, skin tight black dress that perfectly matched her hair. It put most of her toned thighs on display as well as an ample amount of cleavage. The stunning effect of her legs was emphasized by high-heeled sandals. A gold trimmed purse completed the look. Besides her phone, her lipstick and all the usual stuff, it also contained Ramona’s magic potion, just in case the presence of a dozen young lingerie models gave her any ideas. She did wear a bra this time but went light on make up, expecting to be made up by a professional before the shoot anyway.

As it turned out, she was not the only one changing her outfit. When Katrin got out of the van she made Aya stop dead in her tracks. The policewoman was wearing her straight light brown hair open this time, which almost reached down to her waist. Some tight-fitting white shorts were riding high on her hips accompanied by a sleeveless pink top with a deep v-neck. Damn, those legs looked just as toned as hers and seemed even longer, despite her only wearing sneakers with no heels at all! Much to Aya’s disapproval the detective’s cleavage made just as much of an impression. This woman really didn’t bring a knife to gun fight this time.

It’s probably just her sports bra pushing them up, the succubus tried to calm herself. She didn’t succeed. The mere thought of Chris looking at this plunging neckline and these endlessly long legs the whole day, while sitting next to that minx in the confined space of the van, infuriated her. She knew perfectly well how she would kill the time if she was in their place …

“Good morning Aya”, the federal detective greeted her with faked friendliness, tying her lush mane to a loose ponytail, while at the same time stretching provocatively.

When Chris jumped out of the van, the succubus didn’t hesitate to retaliate. “Come on, gimme a hug, tiger”, she demanded. It was their usual way of greeting each other but this time she shoved her boobs into his chest much more possessively, making sure he got a good feel of what she had in store for him. He was also dressed leisurely. Apparently both cops were expecting a long and boring observation. While she hugged him, she stared intensely at Katrin whose eyes were throwing daggers at her in return.

That’s right, she thought. If you really want that boy, you have to step up your game even more, Miss FormerTrack and Field Champion.

“Let’s hop in for a short briefing”, her friend suggested before the situation got any more awkward.

Inside the van they briefly went over the details. Aya was supposed to infiltrate the lingerie company without raising any suspicion, keeping eyes and ears open. If she somehow got her hands on the new drug it would be of great help, since neither the local police nor the BKA had managed to obtain any samples yet.

“You have completely free rein, as I know you prefer it”, Chris assured her. “We will stick around but won’t interfere unless you call us. I’d just ask you to wear this earring.”

He handed an unimposing piece of jewelry to her. „It’s equipped with a homing device. To activate it, you just have to push it a little. It will signal us if you are in trouble. And please Aya, be careful. Their security is armed.”

His worries were touching, however, bullets weren’t that much of a threat to her. Killing a succubus by violent means was no easy endeavor. The most effective means of ending her physical existence were starving her from sex for a prolonged period of time which would force her to return to the nightmarish realm she was summoned from.

“All right,” Aya concluded putting these thoughts aside. “Would you be so kind as to help me with this earring?”

She got up from her seat and bent down to Chris, granting him an unobstructed view on her cleavage. At the same time she was pushing up her rear as close to Katrin’s face as possible. She even pulled up her dress a little, making sure her black thong was showing underneath.

Stick your big nose right in therelittle Miss Skinny Ass, I dare you.

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The photo shoot took place in the spacious studio on the ground floor of Dark Temptation’s company building. Apart from Aya, fifteen other aspiring models took part. All of them were young and pretty, albeit none of them was in her league when it came to looks. The event started with a small champagne reception. A really handsome guy in an expensive suit gave a short welcome speech to them. He introduced himself as Mark Diener, head of some corporate nonsense and promised to book some of them for the upcoming fashion show next month if company was satisfied with their performance.

Aya certainly did not plan to wait that long, and if she got her hands on this handsome suit, she didn’t have to. Unfortunately, he disappeared in the elevator before she could approach him. To make matters worse, the photographer was a woman, so she couldn’t just force him to speed things up a bit. She had no choice but to play along for now.

First she was elaborately styled and made up, together with the other participants. Most of the girls were nervous and excited. Some gave the hot succubus envious glances, but most of them were busy with themselves. For the next few hours Aya stood in front of the camera in her underwear, either alone or together with the other beauties, and she did her best to look sexy. Not that this required much effort. Again and again her thoughts wandered to Chris. If he and Katrin weren’t making out with each other by now, she would have to drag the uptight maiden to a sex therapist. Damn it, why did it even matter to her all of a sudden?

During a break she overheard some of the girls talking.

“Believe me or not, I know why they’re recruiting new models,” she heard one say. “Last month one of their girls was found dead again.”

“Seriously?” asked another woman in disbelief. “Another overdose?”

“Apparently,” confirmed the first. “I wonder if it was this new stuff? The one the call milk, I mean.”

“Nah, it’s perfectly save,” claimed a third. “I took a tube of it recently and had the best sex of my life afterwards.”

“Oh really?” scoffed another. “Like you had any before …”

The conversation degraded into catty remarks and Aya stopped paying attention. Instead, she took her phone, went to a quiet corner and dialed Chris’ number. It took him an unusually long time to answer.

“Am I interrupting something?”, she asked suspiciously.

“N … no,” her friend spluttered. What’s up?”

“I need you to do some research for me: How many murders and suicides have been reported among the models of Dark Temptation and what was the cause of death. Anything you can find. Send me the results on my phone as soon as you have them.”

Hopefully this little homework would keep the cop busy for a while. She had decided to give Katrin a head start, but that didn’t mean she had to refrain from putting some obstacles in her path.

She posed till afternoon before the workshop finally came to an end. Back in her dress, she didn’t went to the exit with the other models, but strolled tantalizingly over to the security guard standing in front of the elevator.

“Hey big boy,” she addressed him lasciviously. “Had a long day?”

The man looked at her and nodded, unsure what she was up to. While he stared at her breasts as if hypnotized, she probed his spirit with her mental tendrils, penetrated him and made him submissive. It was a matter of seconds before she had him eating out of the palm of her hand.

“Is this the security card I need for the doors in this house?” she inquired as she pulled the electronic key from his pocket.

“Yes, mistress,” he replied well-behaved.

In praise, she tapped him on his broad chest. “Well done, sailor. Stay on deck for a while, I’ll return it later.”

When the elevator doors opened, she asked, “Where can I find Mark Diener’s office?”

“Sixth floor, on the right.”

Following the description, Aya found her target sitting at his desk. Fortunately, it was late enough that his secretary had already left. She may have caused her some real trouble.

Of course, he was surprised when she entered his office. Not wasting any time for explanations, she came straight to the point. Taking out her phone from her handbag and showed him the picture of Elena Lyons.

“I want you to introduce me to this woman.”

Her dark magic penetrated his mind. To her astonishment though, he stammered out an apology: “I… I can’t, she wouldn’t appreciate it.”

What? He resisted her? How was that possible? She walked around the desk, threateningly. He tried to get up, but she told him to sit still. This time he obeyed, even though it was more out of fear. He seemed to her like a mouse trapped between a cat and a wall. He just did not know where to go. Aya sulked.

“You disappoint me, Mark. Do you want to disappoint your mistress?”

The rebuked man shook his head and nervously adjusted his tie. Beads of sweat stood on his forehead. At least he was under her spell deep enough that he did not attempt to escape. But he was certainly no real help in this state.

Quickly she searched him for occult talismans and trinkets that could protect him from the power of a succubus. She found none. But what else could be the reason? Of course, not every man was as easily broken as the guard at the elevator. Some had a stronger will, and were harder to subdue. The most difficult were those who were deeply under the erotic influence of another woman, but for this case she was equipped with the right tools.

With nimble fingers she opened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Mark’s breath quickened, but he let it happen. Appreciative, she caressed his pecs and stroked his short brown hair, He was quite young and handsome for a head of something. Not as well-built and masculine as Chris but a nice boy toy nonetheless.

“Is it her?” she asked, pointing towards her phone. “Is she the one you are devoted to?”
He nodded. “Elena is my mistress.”

In dispraise, she waggled her index finger, bent over him and breathed into his ear: “Not for much longer.”

Aya took a step back, peeled off her black dress and threw her bra over his desk lamp.

“Tell me”, she asked him, “does she look as desirable as me? Do you think she could satisfy you as good as I can?”

“I… I don’t know.”

This wasn’t the answer Aya usually got. There was only one explanation: Elena Lyons must have put her own spell on him. She must be a witch or at least equally versed in occult affairs. It didn’t matter, though. Aya was going to break that spell!

To accomplish this goal she tied Mark’s hands to the chair with his tie. Pleased with her work she sank to her knees in front of him, unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled down his trousers. The bulge in his underpants revealed his horniness. She stroked it once, running her fingernails along the full length which gave him a pleasant shiver and then freed him from this confining garment.

His cock was no disappointment in length and thickness. She could definitely understand why the queen of the lingerie empire kept him around. Purring like a cat, she slid between his legs and engulfed his hard member with her bountiful breasts. She cupped their sides, pressed them together and began stroking and massaging his manhood in a slow rhythm. Immediately she was rewarded with an audible moan.

“Shh,” she breathed, sealing her lips with her index finger. “We don’t want to distract your employees from their work, do we?”

He bit his lip, when she shifted to a faster, more demanding pace. Looking up to him she asked: “Did she ever to this to you?”

He nodded, muffling another moan.

“And was she as good at it as I am?”

“Yesss,” he gasped. “I won’t betray my mis… aw god, you are so hot. Please don’t stop.”

Aya grinned. Elena turned out to be quite a worthy opponent. She couldn’t wait to meet the blonde in person, but first it was time to get down to business. She slid down further, released his cock from his meaty prison for the moment and started to lick his balls, alternating with gentle love bites to his throbbing shaft and tickling tongue strokes to the head of his cock. At the same time she bend her back, pushing her amazing ass as high in the air, as she could, mesmerizing him with the rocking motion of her hips.

In her mind she imagined Elena standing next to them right now, begging and threatening him to stay faithful, while calling the succubus names.

Watch how I titfuck your boy, thought Aya. Witness how I give him the blowjob of his lifetime. You have no power over him. He is mine now and mine alone.

When she felt him approaching the edge, she slowed down, prolonging his pleasure, by taking him between her jugs again.

“Looks like your valiant little knight found himself surrounded”, she teased him. “Will he go down fighting for a lost cause, or will he pledge allegiance to his new queen?”

Aya’s mental tendrils were sensing his last defenses crumbling. She took him in deep in her mouth when he came and eagerly swallowed his whole load. When his post orgasmic spasms ceased, she stood up and asked him again: “Who do you obey?”

He looked at her with glassy eyes uttering the words Aya was expected to hear: “You, mistress. I await your orders.”






Chapter 4 – Predators




From the seduced businessman the succubus learned that Elena Lyons, the woman she was looking for, was not in the building right now. However, she was expected later that evening. Dark Temptation held a debaucherous party every month at their headquarters and today was the day. A lot of models and other guests from the fashion industry as well as some local politicians were invited. Her loyal slave didn’t hesitate to put her name on the guest list. The party would take place in the penthouse of the company building just one floor above her and the happy hour had just begun.

On the way to the elevator Aya checked her phone once more. As it turned out, Chris had already sent her the results of his research half an hour ago. In fact, there had been unnatural deaths among the models of Dark Temptation for months with astonishing regularity. The cause of death was usually drug abuse. However, all further investigations had always been stopped before they really started. The precise time interval of one month, plus or minus three days and the fact that all deaths happened on weekends could not be a coincidence. The suspicion that it had something to do with these parties was compelling.

The penthouse was well appointed. There was a bar, bar tables and several dimly lit corners with sofas. Disco lights danced through the room and rhythmic music boomed from hidden speakers. Modern art drawings decorated the walls, all inspired by the female anatomy. The predominant color was red. Models stood or sat together in small groups and chatted with each other. These were not the nervous little chicks from the junior workshop, this was clearly the A-team. Wherever Aya looked, her eyes fell on lascivious curves and alluring lips. Her curious looks were answered just as audacious. Some of these women devoured her with their eyes as if she was some sort of exotic dessert. There were also a couple of men among the guests. Most of them she had never seen before, but at least one she recognized as a Berlin prosecutor.

The penthouse opened to a roof terrace with a large whirlpool. Despite the early evening hour, it was still summery hot outside. Just as she arrived, some of the girls decided to jump into the water with their cocktail dresses on. Drinks and snacks were served. It didn’t escape Aya’s notice that there was a closed door opposite the roof terrace, with two security guards assigned. She would have to investigate It later, as right now she got distracted when two steaming hot brunettes approached her.

“Hi, I’m Silke, this is Petra,” one of them made the introduction. “We haven’t seen you around before, are you new?”

“Brand new,” she confirmed. “I’m Aya.”

“Oh, what a beautiful name,” said the other. “Sounds Arabic, like from One Thousand and One Nights. And what a beautiful body to go with it.” She shifted her weight, slightly touching Aya’s breasts with her own as if by chance. “Mind if we introduce you to everyone?”

“Not at all”, rejoiced Aya. Had she pressed the wrong button in the elevator and arrived in heaven?

Thanks to handshakes, cheek kisses, tender hugs and playful flirting, time flew by. It was already getting dark outside and Aya was lolling on one of the sofas with two other beauties when a waitress asked her if she wanted some milk.

“No thanks,” she replied. “I prefer my bourbon straight.”

"I mean, if you want some milk.” repeated the waitress, emphasizing the last word. She offered her a small glass tube with a screw cap in which a milky white liquid was sloshing around.

“Oh”, Aya understood, “most appreciated.”

This was the sample Chris needed. She took the tube, fetched her purse from under the sofa and stowed it safely.

“You have to try this,” urged a dutch girl with bleached blond hair, who had been leaning on Aya’s shoulder for a while. “We’re going to have so much fun together.”

The fair model opened her tube and swallowed the milky liquid in one go. In an instant her look flared up lasciviously.

“Alright, why the hell not?” decided the succubus and waved the waitress over again.

“Mine slipped between the cushions,” she apologized, took a second one and emptied it on the spot.

The taste was slightly sweetish and reminded her vaguely of Ramona’s potions. She was curious how the drug would affect her. Most narcotics had a weakened effect on her demonic physiology – in fact it was damn hard for her to get drunk. In any case, she didn’t expect to feel much.

How wrong she was! Already after a few seconds she felt a tingling sensation in her groin. It was a spark of lust that quickly escalated into a firestorm of desire. She hardly noticed the slim blonde already nibbling on her ear, when she scanned the room crazed by lust. The models left and right dropped all inhibitions and descended upon each other in a lustful frenzy. Aya felt filled to the brim with sexual power. All these young, tasty bodies around her! She would subdue them, one after the other and make this penthouse her queendom. And then … yes, then she would give in to her dark nature and feast on them till the break of dawn!

No! The succubus pushed the lecherous lingerie model away and grabbed her temples with both hands. She could not give in to this dark craving. She had to keep her damned appetite in check!

While Aya was still struggling with the drug, the guarded door, opened and Elena Lyons entered the party, which, of course, had meanwhile turned into a full-fledged orgy. She unerringly spotted Aya in the crowd and waved her over. Grinning with anticipation, the succubus fetched her purse, rose and followed her hostess into the private area of the penthouse.

The first thing Aya noticed about the mysterious blonde was that the photo she had seen didn’t do her justice. Elena had the body of a goddess for sure. Quite similar in height and proportions to Aya’s it was scantly clad in a tight red dress, even skimpier than that of the succubus as it showed a neckline right down to the navel. Mirroring Aya, Elena’s left arm was completely covered with tattoos, and in addition was her whole left leg from waist to ankles. Hers, however, showed gothic patterns instead of arabian ones.

When Aya followed her into her private room – a large loft apartment actually, with a round king-size bed, a couch, a soft rug covering the floor and a private elevator door – she was most impressed by the blonde’s exceptional ass. It swayed so seductively, red panties showing with each step, that the succubus could not help but gulp. It was so full, so round, so crisp, she had never seen anything like it aside of her own reflection. And not even that she was sure of anymore.

The only reason why she didn’t hurl herself at the other women right there and then was that she immediately sensed the stygian aura surrounding her hostess. Suddenly everything made perfect sense: The surprisingly strong spell she had to lift from that stooge, the dead models and the unwillingness of law enforcement to do anything about it. It was all the work of another succubus!

“So here we are,” Elena said. A barely noticeable Russian accent resonated in her voice. “Sorry to have you waiting, but I had to adjust the loyalty of one of my followers.”

At a hint from her Mark trotted over, staring at his feet in guilt.

“You can leave, but know that your punishment will be quite severe.”

“Yes, mistress,” he murmured submissively and left, closing the door behind him.

They were alone. Elena’s crystal blue eyes pierced Aya’s brown. Only an arm’s length separated the two women. The blonde’s lips curled slightly in disdain.

Aya had very rarely met other succubi in her life and in most cases these encounters had been hostile. Her kin consisted of predators who did not tolerate competition in their territory, and she had the distinct feeling that this encounter would not end on friendly terms either.

“So you call yourself Aya”, the lingerie magnate stated. “Did you think you could just walk in here, poach in my hunting grounds and take over my business? There is only room for one queen, slut.”

Of course, she recognized the other Aya’s presence as a threat to her reign, and rightfully so. Succubi posed a lethal menace to each other, as if one managed to rob her adversary of her life force, the body of the inferior demoness would soon wither.

“I’m not here to take over your business,” growled Aya. “I’m here to shut it down. Permanently. I know that you lure your prey in with this drug, only to suck their life out. I’ll make sure you won’t swallow any more innocent girls.”

“Don’t act so self-righteous,” Elena spat. “You need to feast, just like me. The only difference is that over time I acquired an exquisite taste: I digest only the most beautiful young flowers. When they are just ripe for picking, they taste the best.”

Elena strutted around her rival to take examine her from all sides. Aya let it happen, although she tightened, readying herself for a potential attack from behind.

“You, on the other hand,” Elena continued, “look like an alley cat feeding on garbage. I don’t know what wayside wizard summoned you, but he clearly had no taste when it comes to women.”

“And whoever brought you into being must have been quite distracted with other things.”

Aya referred to their sizable tattoos of course. In fact, they were not created by injecting ink under a succubus’ skin. If they had, they would have vanished the next day. The images that covered both of their bodies were instead manifestations of random thoughts that had crossed their summoner’s mind during the conjuring. Had the photo shown Elena from her other side, Aya might have been warned early.

“At least,” Elena shot back, “he had an idea of what a decent ass looks like.”

She lifted Ayas black dress a little bit to get better view at her derrière, while the latter arched her back to make it pop out even more.

Aya couldn’t see the blonde’s face but she heard her gasp. Despite that, Elena acted unimpressed. “I mean, this thing is alright,” she said and casually slapped Aya’s buttocks, eliciting a sharp gasp in return. After completely circling the raven-haired succubus, she presented her back to her, lifted her own dress and added, “…but it doesn’t compare to this showpiece."

Aya could not hold back: she grabbed Elena’s butt and squeezed it hard with both hands. The firmness she felt was incredible.

“Mmm, not bad”, she purred. “But certainly not as splendid as mine.”

“Oh yeah?”, Elena replied haughtily. “What do you think would happen, if we rubbed them against each other right now?”

“I think your puny butt would yield like jello to my superior ass.”

“Wrong! Your wimpy buns would wrinkle in shame after being bested by my bodacious booty.”

“Let’s find out”, Aya suggested. “But first let’s get all obstacles out of the way. I don’t want you to have any excuses.”

She dropped her purse on the rug and her dress right after. Elena stripped down to her bra and panties as well. Apparently she was as obsessed with Aya’s butt as vice versa.

Without further agreements needed, they lined up back to back and hooked their arms. Both growled when their greatest pride came in contact with its counterpart. They slowly started to rotate their hips in a circular motion, their red and black thongs, deeply pinched between their cheeks, occasionally brushing against each other. The horny women were eagerly watching for the slightest sign, that their adversaries rear was less crisp, less full and less firm, than their own. When they found none, they started to push harder and angrier against each other, desperate to prove their supremacy.

It came as it had to come: Aya’s heel got stuck in the soft rug causing her to lose balance. A strong butt push from Elena made her stagger and fall onto the couch.

“See?”, taunted her blonde nemesis. “I told you so. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in the two hundred years of my life, it’s that you raven-haired hussies are all bark and no bite.”

Aya was seething inside. Her mishap had probably more to do with her shoes than with anything else yet it gnawed at her self-confidence. Doubts were starting to creep into her mind. Had she finally met her match? Could the body of her rival really be better than her own? Angrily she kicked of her shoes, while Elana leisurely slipped out of hers.

“Here is your last warning”, the blonde succubus threatened. “You strayed into a Lion’s den, kitty. Leave now, with you tail between your legs and only your pride will get hurt. Continue to interfere with my business and I will tear you apart.”

Defiantly Aya rose again. “I’ve dealt with arrogant blonde bitches like you for more than four centuries,” she claimed. “I brought them all to heel.” She unclasped her black bra and threw it away. “So how about you issue your threats to these?”

Snarling at the sight of her naked boobs, Elena took of her red bra as well. Her bare breasts looked formidable: Perfectly round and no visible sag. They were about the same diameter as Aya’s but didn’t seem to stand out as far. Probably half a cup size smaller, she estimated. I got her beaten at something at last!

Elena’s reddish brown nipples however appeared to be every bit Aya’s equals. Already extremely stiff, they pointed menacingly at her. Still, Aya was confident her girls could handle them.

“So you have two hundred years up on me, Granny,” the blonde purred. “Let’s see if you can make up for your inferior looks with practice.”

The met halfway. The collision of their massive mounds sent electric jolts through their spines. Immediately they applied a tight hug, bringing as much of their bodies into contact as possible.

Their Tits were mashing, their nipples scraping and their flat bellies bumping into each other. Their thong covered groins were brushing at one another and Aya felt hers moistening quickly. She had already been horny to the brink, when she had entered Elena’s sanctum and her body was aching for release. Not yet, she thought, gritting her teeth. If her rival managed to force to an orgasm she would surely start feasting on her.

Their heads cheek to cheek, the sexual predators inhaled their foes alluring feminine fragrance.

“Your odor is so weak”, murmured Elena into Aya’s ear.

“Not as faint as yours,”

“When I’m done with you, your remains, will have taken on my scent,” the blonde promised.

“When I finished you off, this whole room will smell of me,” the dark haired demoness proclaimed.

They loosened their mutual grip other just enough to stare into each others face, the tips of their noses gently touching. Aya searched for any signs of weakness in Elena’s crystal blue eyes, but they were as determined as ever. She had to shake up her confidence somehow!

Sensing an opportunity to open a new front, Aya stretched out her tongue, brushing along her rivals crimson lips. A split second later Elena retaliated in kind. Eagerly the accepted the mutual invitation and embraced in a deep wet kiss, their battling tits still pressed together. Their tongues coiled around each other like serpents in their wet cavity of their mouths, each tried to control and subdue the other, seizing it’s lair. Aya considered herself an outstanding kisser, but so was Elena. After almost suffocating each other, the separated on equal terms, strands of saliva still connecting their mouths.

“You kiss like an old nun”, Elena snarled.

“You obviously know nothing about nuns,” Aya hissed back. “And if you had kissed me a little deeper, you might still have been able to taste your boy.”

This blatant bragging about her prior deeds made Elena growl in rage. “I will teach you not to touch my toys!” she spat. Her left hand suddenly slipped underneath Ayas thong, inserting no less than three fingers at one into her slick vulva.

“Ooooh!” moaned Aya, unprepared for the sudden penetration. There was no time for proper retaliation – her foe fingered her overexcited sex so expertly, she would come in seconds. Desperately she shoved Elena back, sending her crashing onto the couch. Although this time it was her, who lost balance, it still felt like a victory for the blonde.

Lasciviously Elena removed her thong while Aya still tried to regain control of her arousal. She then spread her legs in front her raven-haired rival revealing a big glistering shaven cunt. Aya watched in awe, as Elena spread her outer cuntlips revealing her womanhood in all its majestic glory. Finally, she lowered her left hand, which was still dripping with Ayas juices and rubbed it into her wet sex.

“My hungry little beast down there has tasted you blood”, she whispered. “Now it wants more.”

“It will get more, than it can chew”, Aya promised. Seductively she stripped off her thong and revealed a pussy just as big and beautiful. She then threw the soaked garment at Elena.

“Have a noose full of my own beast’s strong musk. It’s unleashed now and ready to pounce on you.”

The blonde caught it and sniffed at it with delight. “Mmm, the scent of prey”, she teased, casually discarding the piece.

Aya growled at the insult. This woman was really getting under her skin. But she was still confident, as had yet to meet a bitch she couldn’t fuck into submission.

Moaning in anticipation she lowered herself down on the blonde, who readily accepted the bottom position and spread her legs wide. They did not waste any time: aligning their snatches carefully, the started to rock their hips in a frantic rhythm. Each sex organ tried to suck the other in, to swallow it whole, to force it into submission, but again they were too evenly matched. The lust crazed predators stepped up their game by fondling each other’s tit’s while uttering increasingly high pitched moans. Aya’s huge, hard clit emerged from its hood, joining the fray, just to be met by head on Elena’s large, swollen sex nub.

The raven-haired demoness couldn’t remember ever being that aroused. Damn, she started this confrontation aroused beyond believe, thanks to that vile drug and it only went up from there. When the orgasm finally approached, her whole body started to tremble. She knew it was to late, she knew she couldn’t hold it back, but she could sense that Elena was close the edge as well, so she kept on pushing clinging to the last straw of sanity.

It was not enough. Her vagina contracted and she started to gush uncontrollably. “Oh fuck! Oh fuuuuck!”, Aya cried. “You sexy bitch! I’m cumming, I’m cumiiiing!”

Seizing the opportunity, Elena toppled her over, sending them both down on the soft rug. The blonde quickly reversed their positions, taking the top one and continued to grind her cunt eagerly. With her steaming juices Aya felt something else leaving her body. It was the dark current of her very life essence that was sucked out of her by the dominant succubus atop her. And as long as her orgasm lasted, she couldn’t stop her from doing so. It was a deeply humiliating feeling to get bested at her own game by someone who was even more adept at it. To get fed upon while she was supposed to be the apex predator.

When she looked up to Elena, the other succubus had her eyes closed in bliss. Meanwhile, her body changed. In order to feed, a succubus had to reveal her true form. Two Short thick red horns about the size of a coffee cup were rapidly growing out of her forehead, a smooth tail, about the length of her forearm waggled behind her ass and huge red bat-like wings were unfolding on her back.

“No! Oh no!”, Elena suddenly howled and Aya realized that she was coming as well. Hot lubricant was gushing back into her defeated cunt and with it came the opportunity to feed. She didn’t hesitate and took back what been taken from her and then some, growing her own horns, tail and wings, in her case all colored black.

When their mutual orgasm subsided, so did the dark current between them. Both women lay on their backs breathing heavily.

“Your life force tastes like stale wine, bitch”, Elena complained. “When did you feast the last time? Before the war?”

“And yours tastes like cotton candy”, Aya returned. “Maybe you should spice up your flower diet with something substantial.”

“Oh, don’t worry, cunt: I’m about to!”

With that Elena interlocked her legs with those of Aya, pinning them both on the floor. Then her smooth agile tail slipped into the dripping wet pussy of her raven haired rival eliciting a surprised moan.

“Get you filthy tail out of me” Aya demanded, “or my cunt will bite it off.”

“My tail is not scared of your feeble twat!”

The slippery intruder started to snake across her vulva gently whipping her clitoris and to dart in and out her vagina with ardent zeal. Aya’s cunt had so far been able to control every cock that dared to enter it but just couldn’t get a hold of this brazen interloper.

Not to be outdone, Aya used her own tail to attack her enemy’s orifice. However, it soon became clear, that she was not as proficient with it. Not having fucked in this form for so long had put her out of practice and Elena was pushing her towards her next orgasm much faster then Aya did in return.

“Your sexual prowess is most disappointing”, Elena taunted her. “You are a disgrace for our kin.”

Aya desperately tried to delay the inevitable, to break free from her tormentors vice-like legs, but in her lust crazed state she just couldn’t muster the strength. The next orgasm swapped through her and this time her opponent did not expose herself.

Like all succubi Elena was an expert in prolonging her prey’s climax in order to feed on it as long as possible. She devoured nearly all Aya had to give and didn’t take a break after. She rolled her exhausted victim around, mounted her from behind and proceeded to take her doggy style. While her nimble tail continued to caress her throbbing cunt, her hands groped Ayas sensitive tits and fondled them skillfully.

There was nothing she could do. She was to worn out, to depleted from stopping the blonde ravishing her, who in turn rejuvenated herself with every bit of life force she took. Her Foe had proven to be the dominant demoness and Aya was going to pay the ultimate price for it.

When she was completely emptied, all her vital power sucked away from her, the victress got up, planted a foot an Ayas naked butt and declared: “You’re done. Your body was no match for mine. Within an hour it will decay to dust and you’ll be gone from this world. Be grateful to spend your last minutes in the presence of a better woman.”

Trough glassy eyes Aya watched her nemesis made her way to the bed, picking up a phone from the bedside table and dialed a number, her demonic features slowly disappearing into thin air as did Aya’s own.

However, in her case the rest of her body would soon follow. Her once taut skin already started to wrinkle, her usually toned muscles turning flabby. Aya was about to accept her fate when she noticed her purse lying right next to her. A single thought rushed into her mind: Ramona’s potion! Bottled up sexual energy. Not enough to continue fighting, but enough to sustain her a little longer at least.

While she stretched out her arm and opened the zipper with trembling fingers, Elena was talking to someone on the phone, her back turned towards her: “Yes, bring a large plastic bag. I want this filth and all her belongings removed from my rug. No you don’t have to make it look like an accident this time. Just drop her in the trash. Trust me, no one will find her. No one will even miss her.”

A few minutes later some thugs appeared and carried out her mistress orders. They bagged a seemingly lifeless Aya took her downstairs with the elevator and threw her in the trash bin behind the building. Inside her dark sheath the battered succubus pushed the emergency button on her earring.






Chapter 5 – A White Knight




“Aya? Are you in there? My God, what have they done to you?”

Strong arms pulled her out of the bag and lifted her up.

“Chris,” she recognized with a tired wink. “You have come. The homing device did work.”

“Are you hurt?”, the cop asked afraid, carrying the naked succubus into the white van, “I’m taking you to a hospital.”

“No hospital,” she moaned and clawed his muscular shoulder with all her remaining strength. “I mean it.”

“Very well,” he agreed reluctantly. “To my place then.”

He laid her on the back seat and took off his shirt to cover her with it. Then he fetched her belongings out of the trash and took place on the driver’s seat.

“Where is Katrin?” whispered Aya. The policewoman was nowhere to be seen.

“We’ve decided to take shifts”, he reported. “She went to her hotel to take a shower. It was very sweaty in here.”

It sure was. Even in her semi-conscious state the succubus could still smell the lingering scent of sex in the car.

They drove through the night as fast as they could, with her clinging to consciousness by the thinnest thread. When they got to Chris’s apartment, he carried her inside and laid her on the bed.

“You look completely dehydrated,” he said. “I’ll get you something to drink.”

She greedily tipped down the cold water he brought her. The liquid felt good, but it wasn’t what she really needed. Ramona was right. The essential vitamins were missing. Her potion alone couldn’t replace what Elena had robbed her of. She’d soon die if she didn’t feed.


“Are you sure you don’t want me to call a doctor?” he asked, sitting by her side on the edge of the bed.

“A doctor can’t help me.” She gently took his hand. “But you can.”

“How so?”

“Fuck me, Chris.”

“What?”

She pulled him in close. When his face was already hovering over hers, he resisted.

“They drugged you, Aya. You don’t know what you’re talking about. Shit, I should never have put you in such danger.”

“It’s not the drug Chris”, she made clear, caressing his strong arms and bare chest with her fingers. “I want you, and you want me. That’s all that matters.”

He hesitated again, torn between her erotic attraction and his conscience.

“We shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t”, he staggered. “You’re a gorgeous woman Aya, but me and Katrin … um … we got a little closer today.”

“I don’t care that you had sex with her in the back of the van,” she whispered seductively. “It’s the most natural thing. In nature a male tries to mate with as many females as possible. And knowing how desired you are only makes me want you more.”

He lowered himself, bringing his face almost in kissing distance, but reconsidered in the last second. “I really don’t want to take advantage of your situation,” he brought up another excuse.

For a moment she was tempted to use her magic to bend his will, but she shunned that thought. Chris was still her friend and what she was about to do to him would be bad enough. Besides, she wasn’t even sure if she was strong enough to do it right know.

“Stop playing white Knight, Mr. Ritter”, she teased him, wrapping her tattooed arm around his neck. “Don’t you want to compare us? Don’t you want to find out which one of us can please you more? Which one of is the better fuck? Do you want to ponder this question for the rest of you life, or do you want to find out now?”

This finally did it. He swung his leg over her and came to rest on her naked body. He kissed her dry lips, tenderly sucking on the lower one for a short while. Ayas breathe quickened. His masculine odor filling her nostrils was most tantalizing. She also noticed more than a hint of a sweet feminie smell on him, no doubt Katrin’s. It was a scent mark to stake her claim on this man and warn others to stay off her property. Aya took it as an invitation instead.

Chris slowly slid downwards, kissing her chin, neck and the deep valley between her breasts, while her fingernails scratched his muscled back ever so gently. His strong hands stared to caress her inner tights and the area around her pussy, not yet daring to approach her directly. Like a caravan, his mouth was traveling farther south through the plain desert of her midriff, resting for a moment on the oasis of her navel, just to journey on to more fertile grounds.

Aya purred in delight. Finally, a man who knew how to please a lady – what rare luck she had! To bad, her own pleasure would not prevent her demise. She interrupted his voyage by grabbing his hair. “Hold on, tiger”, she whispered. Let me take the lead.”

They reversed their position, and she pulled down his trousers far enough to expose his long, hard rod. What a beautiful thing it was, every inch as amazing as the rest of his body. Aya couldn’t help to squeeze it a bit with both of her hands, convincing herself it was real . She also removed his handcuffs from his belt and kept them. When she crawled on top of him, she set her plan in motion. Unfortunately, most mortals not under her spell panicked when she suddenly revealed her true form. No one to blame here. To take precautions against this case, she cuffed his hands to the bedstead.

“You like bondage games?” he asked.

“Don’t worry”, she reassured him. “Just relax and let it happen.”

Aya slid back again and dropped some Spit on the head of his cock. After spreading it with her fingers she carefully impaled herself on his erection and was rewarded with a lustful groan on his side. His manhood was filling her out good. Long and strong it was, just how she liked it. Without hesitation, she began gyrating her hips and work his rod over squeezing and massaging it with her internal vaginal muscles. Normally she would have taken her time to break this stud – and to fuck any thoughts of Katrin out of him – but if she did not feed on his life force soon, she’d collapse right on top of him.

He didn’t try to resist. And when he came inside her she drank deeply from his life force. It was delicious and rejuvenating. It was so tempting to savor all of it and leave nothing but an empty husk, but she mustered all her willpower to hold back.

Meanwhile, Chris’ expression changed from rapture to horror as he noticed the horns growing out of her head.

“Aya!,” he gasped. “What is happening with you? What are you?”

He bucked wildly but thanks to the cuffs securing his hands and his panties still wrapped around his legs he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Shh”, she tried to calm him. “I’m a demon but I don’t mean harm to you or anyone. Unlike that Elena.”

“Wait, what?” he exclaimed. “You mean, she is like you?”

“Yes. And that means neither you nor the BKA can stop her. But I can. Thanks to you Chris. I’m so sorry for what I just did to you but know that you saved my life and I’m forever in your debt.”

“What did you do? I don’t understand. I feel so… drained.”

Indeed, his eyes already started to flicker. She had taken quite a lot of his energy.

“You’ll be fine,” she soothed him. “Just take a few days off.”

Aya separated herself from him, as soon as he fell asleep. After taking a quick shower in his bathroom, she checked her belongings. As it turned out, her clothes were pretty ruined and took on the stench of the trash container, Elena’s thugs had thrown her in. Instead of putting them on again she slipped into one of Chris’s T-Shirts that went down just below her hips.

Aya had only one thought in her mind: To confront the other Succubus again and this time make her pay. Tomorrow she might be gone but tonight she was certainly savoring her victory up in her penthouse thinking her dead. Aya had to act fast.

She quickly redid her lipstick and eyelids and grabbed the key card from her purse and Chris’ car keys. When she was already at the door she turned around once more and untied him from the bed frame. He should be out for at least another hour and would not try to follow her.

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Covered in nothing more than his over-sized T-Shirt she raced through the night back to the Dark Temptation building, where she suffered her defeat.

Just wait you bitch, she thought. This time will be different.

She probably left a wet spot on the leather seat when she got out, but didn’t care. Fortunately the key card, she took from the guard earlier that day worked on the private elevator which was accessible from the back entrance. No one saw her entering. If there were any cameras installed, no one paid attention to them as well.

To her displeasure, the dimly lit loft apartment was empty. The same was true for the bar. The party was apparently over. Through the glass doors however she immediately spotted her target. Elena was relaxing in the whirlpool naked. For a moment Aya thought the blonde had noticed her as well, as she was facing in her direction but apparently she had her eyes closed and was listening to some music via wireless headphones. There couldn’t be a greater opportunity.

Silently Aya sneaked out onto the roof terrace got out of her shirt and slipped into the warm water naked. Powerful water jets tickled her legs, lights under the surface provided ghostly illumination. When she was one step away from her unsuspecting foe, Aya realized that Elena was masturbating.

“Oooh,” the blonde muttered in a low voice. “I showed that whore. Yeah, I put that skank in her place.”

This was going to be so good.

With a swift movement Aya was on top of her nemesis, pulling her earphones out.

“Guess who is back, bitch!”

The look of surprise and disbelief on Elenas face was priceless.

“You? How is this possible? Did some pervert fuck your dead body in the trash can?”

Elena tried to push her raven-haired adversary off, put Aya held her firmly in place.

“You had it all set up, hadn’t you,” growled Aya. “Drugging me to have an easy victory. But you’re not the only one with some tricks up her sleeve. Let’s see how you fare, when I have the jump on you. By the way, let me help you with that… ”

Aya’s fingers viciously entered Elena’s twat, continuing the work, the blonde had started. She was immediately rewarded with a stifled moan.

“Oh, look how close you are,” Aya teased her. “You must have missed me desperately.”

“I broke you once, I can do so twice”, Elena snarled I defiance, but her body betrayed her. Aya could already feel her tremble. With her back against the wall of the pool, she clearly wasn’t able to muster any coordinated defense.

“Fuck you bitch!” Elena shrieked, her sexy legs helplessly trashing the water behind Aya. She came fast and she came hard, with Aya revealing her true form and sinking her magical fangs into her life force like the hungry predator she was.

When the orgasm subsided Elena was still there though, her crystal blue eyes piercing Aya’s brown ones with newfound determination.

“Coming back was huge mistake,” the blonde threatened. “I already proved my superiority. This time I make sure no one will recover you’re pathetic body.”

“Pathetic, hm?” Aya pushed her naked tits right into those of Elena. “Does this feel pathetic to you? You had been avoiding my girls the whole time, but now there is nowhere to hide.”

“Bring them on,” Elena hissed. “I will flatten them with my own.”

The blonde wrapped her strong thighs around Aya’s waist and pulled her in closer, clearly not afraid of confrontation. Mounds of soft feminine flesh oozed out at their sides as both women began to grind their boobs against each other with determination.

“Fool”, Aya gasped, “Can’t you feel that mine are bigger?”

“Maybe they are,” Elena replied with clenched teeth. “But bigger doesn’t mean better.”

“It does in this case,” Aya insisted. “Just watch how my girls are overwhelming yours.”

It was true. Her magnificent pair was starting to push Elenas around, filling Aya with pride. The Blonde was not willing to admit defeat, though.

“Slut! Meet me nipple to nipple and I’ll show you what a real woman is made of.”

“You’re on!”

On mutual agreement they aligned their stiff rods, Aya’s brownish and Elena’s more reddish ones. They seemed to be about equal in length and diameter, both pointing proudly at their counterparts. When their tits met again, both women shuddered in delight. Aya’s boobs still had the upper hand but Elena’s slightly smaller ones stood their ground. And despite her best efforts she couldn’t just pin and bend her rivals nipples as she had intended to. Their wet tits were just to slippery!

While their nipple duel was raging on, the women instinctively started to rub their pussies. With her demonic tail trapped in place by Elena’s legs, and her arms tightly interlocked with those of the blonde this was a battle, her sex organ had to fight on his own. Of course, she had no doubt that it would prove victorious and pressed the attack. With their boob battle turning into a stalemate, the women’s attention more and more shifted to duel beneath the waves. Their twats were going at each other like bloodthirsty sharks, attempting to swallow their counterpart in one bite.

“My clit will conquer your cunt”, Aya announced, grinding her swollen nub along the length of her hated rivals slit only to be stopped by Elenas equally enlarged weapon.

“Your clit will find itself outmatched”, the blonde hissed.

Aya moaned in pleasure and rage. How could this lascivious slut have a body so damn similar to her own? Her very existence was an affront to Aya’s womanhood! Opening a new battlefield she lowered her mouth on Elena’s.

“I will devour you,” taunted Aya, biting gently on the other demoness’ lower lip.

“No, you’ll get devoured. Again,” the blonde replied before engaging her in a furious kiss.

With their hot bodies tightly melting into one, the horny succubi proceeded to fuck each other senseless, forcing increasingly desperate moans out of their respective opponent. Aya realized that she was about to come soon but also sensed that Elena was just as close. It was a race that ended in an inevitable simultaneous climax with both women exploding only seconds apart. Of course they both feasted on each others released sexual energy, voraciously trying to consume more than their rival did in return.

Elena had to reveal her true form, too in order to feed. Riding the waves of pleasure they pushed their foreheads against each other locking their horns.

“Your reign of terror will end tonight,” Aya promised.

“The only thing ending tonight is your pitiful existence.”

After some final hateful hip thrusts their mutual hold on each other loosened due to exhaustion. This was when Aya summoned all her strength to make her move. As she had learned, Elena was far too dangerous to take any risks. Grabbing the blonde by her wet hair, she forcibly spun her around and mounted her waist from behind, her black leathery wings spread out to maintain balance.

“You whore!”, Elena complained, flapping her own red wings to get away. With Aya’s weight pressing her down into the water she was going nowhere though. Using her foe’s hair as a rein, the raven-haired temptress positioned her adversary just in front of one of the water jets which stirred up the pool. While the powerful stream of Water massaged the blonde’s groin from the front, Ayas demonic tail assaulted her from behind. With her free hand, the top succubus started to fondle her rivals tits as well.

“Oh fuck!”, Elena moaned. “You dirty tramp! This is not fair!”

“It’s exactly what you deserve, sissy. I’m going to fuck you raw!”

Aya could sense her opponent approaching another orgasm a mere minute after she started riding her this way. This time I have that bitch, and I have her good she thought with grim determination.

“Tell me where you cook your drugs and I might spare you the worst, cunt” demanded Aya.

“You fool”, moaned Elena. “I’m just the distributor. And trust me, you don’t want to mess with the supplier.”

What the hell did that mean? Aya didn’t have time to dig deeper. Suddenly she heard a loud thud as the door to penthouse cracked open and several men and women in police uniforms spilled through the door. Orders were yelled, guns pointed in all directions.

Aya immediately separated from Elena, submerging herself in the pool. When she surfaced seconds later her demonic features had disappeared leaving just an ordinary – well not really ordinary – naked woman. Policemen in bullet-proof vests were swarming the pool, aiming their guns at her. There was no sight of Elena, but she heard the flapping sounds of wings in the dark. The other succubus had most likely managed to jump from the terrace in time.

“You guys have good awful timing,” Aya sighed raising her hands over her head.

In that very moment no one else but Katrin appeared between the men, wearing the same assault gear. She had an extremely pissed expression on her face.

“Get something to cover her up, and then arrest her”, she ordered.






Chapter 6 – Dark Pact




Aya was handcuffed by the task force and taken to the police station. She waited alone for what must have been over an hour in a dimly lit interrogation room, clad only in a thin emergency blanket.

A large table and two chairs were her only company, even though she couldn’t be sure if someone was watching her through the wall-sized one-way mirror. She was already thinking about doing a little striptease, just on suspicion, to relieve the boredom, when finally the door opened and Katrin came in. She had exchanged her bulletproof vest for her usual, airy office attire.

“Finally,” Aya sighed, offering her bound hands. “Can I go now? This has been one hell of a night.”

Without saying a word, Katrin took off her handcuffs. Something was wrong with her. She seemed grimly determined. More than usual, that is.

Aya’s suspicions were confirmed. Just as she was getting up from the chair, the policewoman grabbed her hard by the scalp and gave her a resounding slap.

“What the …,” the succubus gasped as she blinked away the stars before her eyes.

“Shut up, bitch!” Katrin growled in a rage. “Chris called me after he picked you up. I found him unconscious in his apartment. I saw with my own eyes what you did to him!”

And then, of course, the transponder in her earring had led them right to her, Aya concluded. She really should have been more careful.

“You mean giving him the proper fuck he longed for all day?” the succubus growled back. The BKA investigator still held her by the hair, which was painful, yet she refrained from retaliation for the moment.

“No more games!” Katrin incensed. "I know what you are, and I know that you bewitched him with black magic to satisfy your dark cravings!”

“Magic wasn’t needed to charm him,” Aya replied cockily. “And as it turned out, I wasn’t the only one to be satisfied.”

“Cocksucking whore!”, Katrin hissed and lashed out again. This time Aya blocked the blow with her forearm and in turn grabbed the policewoman’s long hair. The emergency blanket fell down, leaving her completely naked.

Screeching and pulling each other’s hair, they slowly moved across the room. “I hope your kinky colleagues behind that mirror appreciate a good catfight, because they’re going to get one,” Aya threatened.

“They’re all off duty,” Katrin claimed, “besides, this room is soundproof. No one is going to stop me from adjusting your attitude, demon spawn!"

“How did you find out?”, Aya wanted to know, as she tugged mercilessly at the other’s hair, fiercely determined to rip it out in tufts if necessary.”

“I’m no novice to the world of the occult,” replied her rival, who now switched tactics and began painfully scratching her back with one hand, while still holding her in place with the other. “I knew it the instant I saw your ugly tattoos.”

“Then you should know better than to mess with me,” Aya hissed, “I could literally fuck you to death!”

“Hah, like you’re capable of fucking me! Not with that weak excuse of a body!”

Aya was furious that she could not adequately return the painful scratches Katrin inflicted on her as long as the policewoman wore her protective clothing. Deciding on the spot, she released her claws from the other woman’s brunette hair and tore open her blouse with both hands. To her surprise, Katrin wasn’t wearing a bra this time.

Damn, thought Aya and paused in a daze. These breasts are almost perfect!

Plump and round they were, and at first glance not a bit smaller than her own proud girls. Large, light brown nipples crowned the fleshy mountains, stiff and ready to fight, pointing menacingly in the direction of their hated adversary. Obviously, the short but fierce fight had aroused her as much as Aya.

Katrin took advantage of Aya’s momentary amazement and pushed her away. The succubus caught herself on the interrogation table and for a moment both women drew breath. Instead of hastily covering her breasts with the remnants of her blouse, Katrin unceremoniously discarded her garment altogether. Then, never taking her eyes off her rival, she swayed them out in challenge, just as Aya had done during their first encounter, the photo shoot. They didn’t sag a bit.

“To be honest,” she let the succubus know, “I don’t need a bra either.”

Aya resisted the urge to just pounce on her and sink her claws into those seductively jiggling balls. Katrin had proven to be a tough bitch and the night’s exertions were slowly taking their toll on her. She was no longer sure who would win a catfight between them. Fortunately, the policewoman didn’t seem to mind continuing their confrontation on a more intimate level.

Her tits thrust out challengingly, Aya postured herself in front of the slightly taller woman. In the dim light of the interrogation room, her breasts cast long shadows and made the chasm between them look even deeper.

“No wonder Chris couldn’t wait to strip off his clothes for me,” she sneered, “those flabby milk bags can’t hold a candle to real breasts like mine.”

“Oh, we’ll see about that,” Katrin promised, “but first let me lower myself to your level.”

She casually removed her shoes so that both of their nipples were now almost at the same height. Slowly, carefully assessing the weapons of their respective opponent, they approached each other until their sensitive rods touched at the tips. Both moaned lustfully under the soft tactile sensation. For a blink of an eye their nipples lingered together and Aya felt the light brown pair’s incredible stiffness, which easily equaled that of her dark brown one. Then their pointy shafts slid past each other and dug into each other’s areolas like daggers.

“Fuck!” growled Katrin.

“Damn it!” moaned Aya.

“I’m going to crush your overrated udders!” threatened Katrin.

“Dream on, cunt,” Aya countered, “I’m going to flatten your cocky cream puffs into pancakes.”

The aggressiveness from before returned, only this time it was focused solely on the women’s finest assets. They hugged each other tightly, crushing and squeezing their tits making them bulge out the sides, drilling their rock hard shafts into each other’s soft flesh, only to loosen their grip now and then to exchange powerful swings.

This was not a playful titfight like Aya had with Ramona. The pride of two well-endowed women was at stake here. Every hit shook her down to the core of her femininity. She fancied her breasts almost as much as her ass and would never allow a mere mortal to dishonor them. And while Katrin undoubtedly had a fantastic body overall, her breasts were certainly her pride and joy.

Dull thuds and sounds of pain from both combatants filled the interrogation room as they wrestled with each other. Maybe it was the size advantage, maybe Katrin as a trained athlete was just a little bit stronger than her, but at some point Aya felt the cold mirror on her butt. There was no turning back now. Her tits had to fight the decisive battle here and now and put Katrin’s upstarts in their place.

The insolent BKA detective, however, had other things in mind. With a surprising move she turned the succubus around and pressed her hard against the glass, breasts first.

“Argh!" cried Aya, her sensitive boobs exploding in agony. “You filthy coward!”

Katrin bent her opponent’s arm behind her back and held her mercilessly in an armlock. With her engorged nipples pressing into Ayas naked back, she haughtily whispered in her ear, “I wonder what Chris would think of your pathetic tits if he were sitting on the other side right now and could see them. Defeated and flattened as they are. Do you still think, he’d prefer them over mine? Tell me, slut!”

“Let me go and I’ll show you how defeated they are,” Aya growled defiantly.

“As you wish,” Katrin allowed and spun her opponent back around. With all her might, she rammed her worn-out breasts into those of the succubus, who, with her back against the mirror, had no choice but to endure the impact. But the damage was already done. Again and again Katrin’s heavy jugs crashed into hers and each time the latter gave way a bit more while her cries of pain grew a bit shriller. Like flabby jelly, her formerly firm and imposing tits yielded, while those of her rival somehow managed to retain remnants of their former shape.

Aya’s knees gave way. Letting out a wailing howl, she slowly lowered herself down the mirrored wall, her hands placed protectively in front of her defeated bosom. Her only consolation was that her battered mammaries would be restored to their former glory within a day at most, while Katrin’s would probably be swollen for weeks.

“Enough!” she moaned. “You win.”

“So you admit it?” Katrin ascertained, carefully cupping her own battered breasts with her hands in a display of triumph. “You admit that these girls are the best in town, and just taught your second-rate brats a lesson?”

“Yes,” Aya admitted reluctantly. “Yours are the best.”

“Well, then get up, I’m not done with you yet.”

“Excuse me?” gasped Aya, but Katrin had already grabbed her by the hair and was dragging her to the interrogation table.

“On your back, bitch!” Katrin demanded bossily.

Aya, not keen on further pain for the moment, did as instructed and lay down naked on the table. The shame of her humiliating defeat was mixed with curiosity about what her rival planned to do next.

“There is one more thing I know about succubi,” Katrin revealed. “Once the pact with your original summoner is no longer in place, it is possible to force you into a new one. All it takes to do this is to completely subdue you sexually.”

Aya laughed. What she said was true. However, this was an almost impossible task. In all her long life, only one person had managed to force her into a new pact: the abbess of the convent where she had been held captive. She, an incredibly sadistic dominatrix, had required a whole week to subdue a then much more inexperienced Aya.

Afterwards, the succubus had been magically bound to her command, the only compulsion even stronger than her dark hunger, which the abbess had used to control the latter. If Katrin intended to do the same, she would be in for a bitter disappointment.

“You’d better think again,” Aya warned as Katrin took off her pants. “You may have beaten me in a titfight, but it takes far, far more to tame a succubus.”

“And that’s exactly what you’re going to get,” Katrin promised while slipping out of her panties. In the dim light, her pussy glistened wetly, just like Aya’s.

Invitingly, the succubus spread her legs. “Give it to me, then, slut. But be warned: I won’t go easy on you just because you’re fragile human.”

Slowly and seductively Katrin crawled over her. Every touch sent an anticipatory sizzle through Aya’s body. Tits were one thing, but when it came down to it, no one could fuck better than her, she was certain. When the tip of Katrin’s prominent nose almost touched that of the succubus, the policewoman paused.

“You are nothing but a dirty slut who secretly longs to be dominated by a better woman,” Katrin hissed. Then she spat disdainfully in the face of the woman lying beneath her.

“Oh, I’m going to enjoy adjusting your perspective,” Aya retorted with newly inflamed fury. Katrin then lowered herself onto her and kissed her possessively on the mouth, rubbing her own spit between both of their lush lips.

Aya eagerly responded in kind, and shortly thereafter their tongues were engaged in their own skirmish. At the same time, she pulled Katrin towards her. Even though the hard table beneath her and her rival’s breasts pressing painfully onto hers caused her some real discomfort.

As their long legs slowly rubbed together, Aya caressed the policewoman’s back and butt with her hands. The latter lived up to the promise made by the rest of her body and was incredibly round and toned. After her own and Elena’s, it was certainly a contender for the top three asses she had ever encountered. The experienced succubus playfully scratched and squeezed it applying just the right mix of pain ad pleasure. She was instantly rewarded with muffled moans from her sexy adversary. Seeing how much Katrin seemed to like it, she decided to double up on it and gave that proud ass a nice little slap.

You’re not the only one, who can play rough, little Miss Uppity, the ravishing demoness thought.

In this respect, her position was actually an advantage: While she got a good grip around her rival’s rear end, the other woman was practically unable to reach under her. Katrin seemed to realize this as well, broke their kiss and sat up. A long thread of spit connected their mouths for a while longer.

“You’re one hot little fuck”, Katrin complemented her, breathing heavily. “But now it’s time to break your twat, just like broke your tits.”

“My twat is ready for yours,” whispered Aya haughtily, licking her wet lips with anticipation.

Katrin wasted no time in scissoring her. Their toned legs struggled for position for a moment. Aya also tried to sit up to gain equal purchase or even force the other woman onto her back, the but sexy cop once again turned out to be stronger and kept her on the ground. Immediately she rubbed her pussy against Aya’s with demanding thrusts of her hips. And what a pussy it was: big and wet and apparently completely fearless. Aya moaned with excitement and held against it as best she could. When their engorged clits finally rubbed past each other, they both moaned in ecstasy.

“You are good for a mortal,” Aya admitted to her. “But I’m insatiable. I can go on like this all night. And the next day if I have to. You think you’re dominant? I’ve dominated more women in about four hundred years than you’ve met in your short life. You have no idea who you’ve gotten yourself involved with.”

A lustful moan escaped Katrin’s throat. Aya could sense that the other woman was at least as close to her climax as she was. If she pushed the right buttons now, she would no doubt gain the upper hand.

To Aya’s surprise, Katrin gave her a triumphant grin. “On the contrary, cunt. You have no idea who you’ve gotten yourself involved with. I’ve been fighting your kind long before, you were summoned to this world. And among them were succubi who were clearly hotter and sexier than you are. In the end, I vanquished them all.”

Sudden fear struck Aya. All of a sudden some things made sense. Katrin’s occult knowledge, her perfect body, her conspicuously inconspicuous biography without living relatives. Yes, that was exactly how Aya had fashioned her identities over the centuries. Damn it, the other woman had fooled her from the beginning. Katrin was no ordinary human being. Was she even a human at all? Certainly she was not a succubus, she had no tattoos. And even if this was theoretically possible, if her summoner had been perfectly focused, Aya would have sensed her kindred aura long ago.

“What are you?” moaned Aya, close to orgasm. “Tell me before I devour your weak snatch skin and hair!”

“A cherub, a guardian angel,” Katrin gasped in a high-pitched voice. “I protect good people like Chris from false snakes like you.”

“Well done to you,” Aya sneered, once again gathering all her last strength. Holding back her own orgasm with an iron will, she pushed herself up into a sitting position and forced Katrin onto her back at last. This display of dominance was instantly rewarded. With a bloodcurdling scream of pure pleasure, the angel exploded beneath her, pumping hot jizz like a fountain into Aya’s thirsty, welcoming pussy.

The raven-haired demoness wasted no time, changed into her true form and unfurled her black wings. If Katrin was no human, there was no reason not to feed on her. She had never met a guardian angel and did not know what they were capable of. She only knew that she never wanted to be forced into a pact again. Best not to take any chances and gulp down as much of that sluts life force as she possibly could!

Nothing could have prepared Aya for what happened next. Katrin’s released sexual energy was so pure, so strong, and there was so much of it that it simply overwhelmed her. It was like the drug she had tasted at Elena’s party, only a thousand times stronger. Seconds after her opponent came, she errupted herself and it was an orgasm like she had never experienced before.

The waves of pleasure rocked her like a boat in a storm, her whole womb seemed to explode. She sprayed female juice like a burst hydrant and it just would not stop. One climax chased the next, with sexual energy still flowing into her. Half in a fever she sensed how she fell backwards again and saw Katrin towering over her triumphantly. White feathered wings sprang from her back and were outlined by the ceiling lights as if she was enveloped in a halo.

“Will you give up and accept me as your mistress, dirty little whore?”, Katrin screamed at her. “Will you enter the dark pact and submit to me completely?”

“Yes!” shrieked Aya out of her mind. “Yeeees, I accept the pact! Just make it stop, It’s too much, too much at once!”

The last thing she felt before she fainted were magical chains wrapping around her soul, connecting it to that of another person, that of her victorious opponent. The pact was sealed.

=====

When she awoke, she was still lying on the table, but the pale light now seemed much more glaring to her. All her limbs ached and her tits felt as if they had served as punching bags for a heavyweight boxer. However, there was also a different feeling, something very unfamiliar to her: the feeling of being completely sated.

Her mood dropped, when the first thing she saw was Katrin’s face, smiling happily albeit a little arrogantly down at her.

“Good morning, sunshine,” the angel greeted her, “You were out for quite a while. Put this on.”

She threw a pile of clothes to Aya, herself being dressed already. Bucket and mop stood in a corner, she had already cleaned the interrogation room. Aya sat up and hid her face between her knees. A life of slavery awaited her. Only the remnants of her shattered pride kept her from sobbing.

She had escaped the last pact by seducing a young nun who had set the convent on fire for her. The abbess and most of her wicked order had perished as a result. Aya and her lover had remained a couple for quite a while, traveling the world. As she had learned in captivity to restrain her hunger even without the command of her mistress, they had gotten along well. Far away seemed those happy times. Now she was in deep shit. Really deep.

Sighing, she started to get dressed. The garment had to be a replacement set of Katrin’s, as boring as this blouse-pants combination was. Unbelievable that she had fallen for her wallflower scheme.

“How many succubi have you already subdued in this way?”, Aya asked her new mistress. Not that it really mattered, but perhaps Katrin would let slip what had become of them.

“Well, since you ask,” she pretended like she had to think, “none so far. You’re the first.”

“What?” gasped Aya, “But you said you had been fighting us for centuries.”

“I did, but I usually summon a flaming sword and decapitate a demon when I encounter one. This was the first time I tried a different tactic. I wasn’t sure if it would work.”

“You were bluffing!” realized Aya, totally perplexed.

“It was a gamble,” Katrin confirmed. “I knew I had to make you angry and scared enough to make you feed off me. If you hadn’t played along, I never could have forced you into a pact like I did.”

“But how? What did you do to me?”

“The life force of you demons is in constant decay,” Katrin explained, “You must rob from others to replenish it. The life force of an angel comes from the source of creation itself. It is virtually inexhaustible and we can give plenty of it. And if a greedy little succubus like you nibbles too much of it, I reasoned, she would choke on it.”

“Then it was all just an act?”

“Not all of it,” the haughty angel denied. “I absolutely do think you’re a naughty bitch who more than deserved a lesson in humility.”

Aya snorted. “Why didn’t you just put me to the flaming sword then?”

“Because I want to ask you some questions and I need to be sure you answer them truthfully,” Katrin explained, “And that you will do, understood? As your mistress, I command it.”

“Yes mistress,” Aya complied. The pact made it impossible for her not to obey. That this treacherous bitch could henceforth order her around as she pleased was depressing beyond belief.

“First, I need to know why you didn’t kill Chris. I have seen many victims of succubi over the centuries, none have survived. Did something interrupt you?”

“No,” Aya answered truthfully. “I don’t feed on people anymore, not for a long time. What happened to Chris was due to an emergency, and I’m terribly sorry about it.”

Katrin stared at her in disbelief. “You mean you don’t consume them completely anymore, but only take what’s necessary to survive?”

Aya again denied, “It was like that for a while, but then I met a kind witch who helped me to get along without consuming human life force at all.”

Katrin was silent for a while, thinking. “This emergency … I assume you bumped into Elena Lyons and that encounter went unfavorably for you.”

“Yes,” Aya confirmed. “She is a succubus, just like me.”

“I am aware of that. I also suspected that she was responsible for the dead models.”

“You knew and didn’t tell me?” asked Aya indignantly. “Don’t you think that would have mattered somehow?”

“You were supposed to keep a low profile and never even get close to her,” Katrin apologized, lowering her eyes in guilt. “I’m sorry. Did you find out anything else?"

“As for the drug, Elena doesn’t make milk herself, she has a supplier.”

“I’m aware of that, too,” Katrin revealed. “It’s the supplier I’m after. Anything else?”

Aya shook her head. “I would have found out more if you and your SWAT team had barged in a few minutes later. Elena was just starting to make her confession to me. I really had that bitch good.”

“What a shame,” Katrin sighed, clenching her fist. “So it was all for nothing then?”

Now it was Aya’s turn to grin complacently. “I left my purse at Chris’ place. If you search it you’ll find a tube of milk in it. Since I suspect from certain clues that this drug contains a magical component, I suggest we take it to a witch I trust who can analyze it. Maybe this will give us some leads.”

Katrin nodded in consideration. “I will have the crime lab examine it first, if only to rule out common substances. You may be a slut Aya, but you could still prove useful. As your mistress, I order you to go home and stay there until I call back to you. And stay away from Chris. Don’t meet with him, don’t talk to him on the phone, and don’t write him, understood?”

“Yes mistress,” Aya agreed grudgingly.






Chapter 7 – The Head of the Snake




When Aya came home on Sunday morning, the first thing she did was to take a long shower and then she dropped into bed to sleep the rest of the day away. It wasn’t until Monday that she crawled out of bed again, made herself a cup of coffee, and thought about her situation.

In the course of one day, she had clashed with not one but two powerful rivals, one of them twice. She almost died, but instead she had become the slave of an attractive angel who had pretended to be an ordinary policewoman. All in all, not the best outcome, but at least the sex had been out of this world.

Her scratches and bruises had disappeared overnight, thanks to her demonic regeneration, and even her battered breasts looked like new again. Gently she cupped them and spoke encouragement to her cherished girls, “You fought well. Next time we’ll get her.”

Whether there would be a next time, however, was entirely up to her new mistress. That was what bothered Aya the most. With Elena, she was more or less even and should they meet again, well, then it would finally become clear which of them was the better succubus, the better woman, the better fuck!

With Katrin, however, things were different. She had tricked her and Aya would only get revenge if this arrogant bitch granted it to her. More likely, she would use her newfound power over the subjugated succubus to humiliate her further.

And then there was Chris. He had already sent her five text messages, and twice he had tried to call her. Whenever she reached for the phone to answer him, her mistress’ command mercilessly overrode her free will and held her back. She was like a prisoner in her own body. Nothing stopped the cherub from enslaving her in this way for all eternity.

At least she hadn’t forbidden her to read his messages, so she knew he was fine and not angry with her. Just pretty confused. She couldn’t blame him. Quite possibly Katrin was making a pass at him again at that very moment, and there was nothing she could do about it. Aya clenched her fists. In a fair competition this bitch would never have gotten him, that much was certain!

But what happened, had happened, and there was no denying that she had abused him. Maybe it was better if she never saw him again … Usually, when sher mood was that low, she went to a club and looked for a one-night stand to clear her head. But she wasn’t able to do that either, since her mistress had ordered her to stay at home. Darn it!

Thus, it was almost a relief when Katrin finally called her Wednesday morning.

“I have the results of the toxicological analysis,” she announced. “Nothing that helps us. Apparently, one of the components of milk is actually milk. That of a woman, to be precise. There were also a lot of weird biomolecules and DNA from various plants and animals found in it. No evidence of narcotic, hallucinogenic, or even libido-enhancing properties, though. You had a witch in mind who might be able to help?”

“I do, her store is only a short drive away.”

“All right, I’ll be at your place in ten minutes to pick you up.”

Aya was surprised to see Katrin driving a vintage Porsche cabriolet. She had rather expected an inconspicuous mid-range model from Volkswagen. She watched from the window as her mistress parked, lifted her sunglasses and looked around. Irritated she reached for the phone and called Aya.

“I’m waiting, where are you? Need an extra minute to cover up your bruises?”

“Do I have my mistress’ permission to leave my apartment?” she asked back.

“Of course," Katrin replied, “Why wouldn’t you?”

“Because you ordered me to stay home?”

Down in the parking lot, Katrin gestured wildly with her arms. “All I meant by that was that you should stay out of trouble. Of course you can leave your apartment to run errands or have some fun. I never intended to ground you.”

If looks could kill, Katrin would be burned in her cabriolet right now. “I’m coming down,” she grumbled.

Aya had chosen a rather modest outfit by her standards: a black miniskirt and a tight yellow top with a deep V-neck, along with simple but elegant sandals without overly high heels. Katrin seemed to have discovered her wild side to some extent and had appeared in a very similar outfit: Her miniskirt was white and her top lavender, but surprisingly it was just as low-cut as that of the succubus.

As Aya settled into the passenger seat, both women appraised each other from top to bottom. The succubus immediately noticed that Katrin’s breasts must have recovered as quickly from their titfight as hers had. Regeneration seemed to be a common trait between demons and angels.

Damn, they look even more appetizing in sunlight, she thought, catching herself chewing on her lower lip. At the same time, she noticed Katrin doing the same.

“Don’t you have something less slutty to wear?” the caught cherub asked.

“It’s summer,” Aya complained, “Am I supposed to walk around in a winter coat? And besides, take a look in the mirror.”

“Well, I am your mistress and in my presence you should dress properly,” she mused.

“Is that an order?”

“No, just some good advice. When these take the stage,” she pointed to her breasts, “those washed-up jubblies,” she pointed at Aya’s, “better not try to steal their thunder. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee their safety.”

She gave her co-driver a smug grin and started the Porsche.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Aya replied, trying not to let on how much this prospect excited her. Maybe she would get her revenge sooner than she thought.

=====

When they arrived at Ramona’s store, the witch was packing some tourists’ trinkets into bags. When she saw Aya and her company enter, she quickly complemented her customers out of the store.

“Ramona, this is Katrin, Katrin, this is Ramona,” the succubus introduced them to each other. “Better turn the sign on the door, we need your help.”

“You do realize that means a potential loss of earnings for me,” the redhead complained with a wink, but did as instructed. “Those silly Americans just dropped over a hundred bucks on worthless plastic charms from a 3D printer. Can you believe it?”

Katrin, meanwhile, looked around skeptically and said, “Doesn’t look like a real witch store to me.”

“Well,” Aya replied, giving Katrin a frosty glare. “Not everything is as it seems, is it? Let’s go to the back.”

Ramona led the way and ushered the two visitors into her alchemy kitchen, her spicy perfume tickling Aya’s nostrils.

“Don’t say a word,” the witch spoke when she arrived in the back room, “I can guess what it’s all about.”

“Oh really?” a puzzled Aya asked.

Ramona nodded eagerly and then turned to Katrin with an almost imploring gesture. “If you really want it, I can help you, but it will come with some unpleasant side effects, so please think about it carefully first. Honestly, no one needs to be bothered just because their nose is a tiny bit too large.”

Aya snorted with laughter. The look on Katrin’s face alone was gold. “We’re not here for you to shrink her nose,” she giggled, “She likes that schnoz the way it is.”

“Really?” asked Ramona doubtfully. “Well, if my nose was that big, it would bother me …”

“Now, listen…” Katrin got upset, but the witch didn’t let her finish, “No sweat, no sweat! Nobody’s going to notice it anyway, as gorgeous as you look. I mean those breasts alone! If I had such things … I could maybe even beat Aya in a titfight.”

The sassy succubus’ expression froze abruptly.

Now it was Katrin’s turn to land a side blow, “You bet.”

“Not if you fight fair,” Aya objected angrily, which Katrin only commented on with a derisive snort.

Ramona looked from one to the other in confusion, then her lower jaw dropped with the sudden realization.

“Woah!” she uttered sheepishly. “I guess I’d better shut up.”

“We’re here to have you analyze a liquid for us,” Aya explained as Katrin handed the tube to the witch. “I believe it is related to the mixture you always prepare for me, so I don’t have to feed, but its effects are far more potent and short-term.”

“Um, yes the mixture … to lose weight!”, Ramona stammered, reading the situation completely wrong again. Turning to Katrin, she explained, “You see, Aya here wants to lose a few kilos.” She turned to the succubus again patting her friends perfectly flat belly, “Don’t worry, you’ll have your bikini shape by Christmas.”

“Ramona,” Aya called her to her senses. “She knows.”

“I see,” the witch replied embarrassed. “Why wouldn’t she? Given how close you seem to know each other. Well then, let us begin.”

With that, she opened the glass tube and sprinkled a drop on her tongue before her two visitors could protest or even stop her.

“Indeed, tastes slightly familiar. Definitely salamander tails,” Ramona murmured while sucking on her tongue. “Plus mandrake root, toad slime, some dissolved spider silk as a stabilizer, and a hint of peppermint. That one’ s probably just for flavor.”

“Impressive,” Katrin praised her. “The crime lab didn’t find out much more than that, and they sat on it for two days.”

Ramona meanwhile dripped a second drop onto her tongue and proceeded to list half a dozen further ingredients. “Whew,” she said after she finished. “You’re right, the effects kick in fast, I can already feel my nipples hardening. This is not for providing a sustained base level of sexual energy. If I had taken the whole dose, I’d probably be humping my floor lamp by now.”

“Any idea who might have made this?” asked Aya curiously.

Ramona shrugged her shoulders in confusion. “The mixing ratio is different, but it’s clearly based on my family recipe. However, only two people know it. Me …”

“… and your mother,” Aya completed the sentence.

“But she ran off with Prince Charming to some tropical island,” Ramona explained. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Can we be sure of that?” pondered Aya, “Do you happen to have some of her personal belongings around? Something that connects to two of you and that you can use to scry for her?”

“Yes, just a second!”

Ramona hurried over to a dresser full of vials and began rummaging frantically through a drawer. “There it is!”

She presented a small pendant attached to a leather strap. “The first amulet she gave me when I was a little girl. Its magic is long since depleted, but never had the heart to throw it away.”

“Perfect,” Aya rejoiced, “do you have a map somewhere?”

Ramona looked at her as if she had asked an incredibly stupid question. Instead of answering, she dropped to a cross-legged position in the middle of her alchemist’s kitchen and placed her phone on the floor in front of her. She dangled the amulet over the screen and began speaking words in a language Aya did not understand. Instead, the succubus felt a slight supernatural tingle in the tips of her hair, while the pendant magically lifted, hanging almost horizontally in the air on a taut strap in defiance of gravity.

The resourceful witch swiped on her screen with her free hand and the pendant sank towards the center again, only to swing out on the other side shortly after. She quickly swiped back and forth, zooming in and out, which the amulet acknowledged with ever wilder circular movements. Finally, she had found the place where the wanted person was staying, which was evident from the pendant hanging motionless.

Aya leaned forward to see something. “Where is that supposed to be?”

“Here in Germany,” Ramona revealed. “An industrial area near Frankfurt. Why didn’t she tell me she was back in the country?”

Maybe because she had secretly established a drug empire? The thought seemed absurd to Aya. She believed she knew Ramona’s mother well enough to rule that out.

“Perhaps she’s not staying there voluntarily,” Katrin speculated. “I’m going to get a search warrant and take a closer look.”

“A search warrant?” asked Aya in disbelief. “We’re going to lose days! The trail is hot. We’ ll be there in four hours by train.”

“And then what?” snapped Katrin back. “Rush in with no plan and guns blazing?”

“We don’t need a plan,” Aya replied with a wolfish grin. “And no guns. We have a succubus!”

She could see gears turning behind Katrin’s forehead. “I’ll order the tickets,” the guardian angel decided.

=====

An hour later, they were sitting in the ICE Berlin-Frankfurt. The high-speed train would travel straight to their destination without stopping. They sat across to each other in a compartment for six people, the other four seats were empty.

At first, they just sat there in silence, admiring each other’s undeniable beauty, while at the same time mentally assuring themselves that they could outmatch the other in every conceivable category. There was a difficult-to-judge mixture between attraction and animosity in the air between them that could tip either way at any moment. Aya needed clarity.

“So,” the succubus brought it up at one point, “how serious is this thing between you and Chris?”

Katrin looked out the window thoughtfully for a moment before answering. “Chris is technically just a friend. He’s a good man and yes, a pretty attractive one as well, but ultimately I’m more into women. I seduced him primarily to keep him away from you.”

The revelation took a heavy load off Aya’s mind. Even though she usually found a bit of jealousy quite stimulating, too much of it could poison even the heart of a succubus.

“Then would you allow me to write him a message? I just want to let him know I’m sorry.”

Katrin looked at her with narrowed eyes. "I’m still making up my mind about that. You’re the most interesting demon I’ve met so far, but I can’t yet judge how far I can trust you."

“Maybe you shouldn’t always chop their heads off right away.”

“Yes, maybe,” Katrin contemplated, “Perhaps I should get this Elena as an additional slave. You two would complement each other nicely. My own little demon harem, how about that?”

Aya snorted. “That bitch and I can’t coexist in the same room without going at each other’s throats. Besides, she can’t offer you anything I couldn’t.”

With that, Aya gently touched Katrin’s calf with her own. The angel sucked in her breath in surprise, but allowed herself to enjoy the touch. Moreover, Katrin slipped off her sandals and let her right foot slowly travel up Aya’s leg, which gave the succubus pleasant goose bumps.

“And what can you offer me?” purred Katrin with anticipation.

“Anything my mistress wishes,” Aya breathed lasciviously, and matched her efforts. Skillfully she slipped her toes under the short skirt of the horny angel, who did not take long to return the favor.

“I hope you brought a spare pair of panties,” Aya teased her. “Because this one will be soaked by the time we get to Frankfurt.”

“Not as soaked as yours,” Katrin answered the challenge. “After four hours with me, they’ll have to carry you off the train because you can’t walk straight.”

“And you won’t be able to stand upright all week after I’m done with you,” the succubus countered. Perhaps, she began to hope, this pact wouldn’t be as bad as the last two …

Just as their long sexy legs really started rubbing against each other, they were interrupted by an announcement: Passengers were informed that due to the cancellation of a previous connection, their train would be making an unscheduled stop, picking up passengers, and would probably become very crowded.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Aya cursed in disappointment. The rest of the ride would be pure torture.

=====

They reached their destination in the late afternoon. It was a relatively small chemical laboratory in a huge industrial park that housed dozens of similar companies. Only the security was unusually high, but that worked to their advantage. The security guards, all men, fell under Aya’s spell one by one and willingly helped them to disable all technical systems as well as to keep the few female employees in check.

They seemed to have hit the jackpot, as they found dozens of coolers within the facility, each filled with hundreds of vials of milk. In a well-equipped basement laboratory, they finally met Veronika Ivanescu, Ramona’s mother. She was overjoyed to see Aya and immediately flung her arms around the succubus, tears of joy on her face.

“Aya? Is it really you? Have you come to rescue me? Is Ramona all right?”

“Everything will be fine,” Aya assured her, pushing the red-haired witch a bit away from her after a heartfelt embrace. “But you have some explaining to do. First of all, what you’re doing here while your daughter thinks you ran off to the Caribbean with some millionaire.”

While Katrin stepped next to her and skeptically crossed her arms in front of her chest, Aya took a closer look at her old friend. Even at a little over forty, Veronika was definitely still a MALF: a mother Aya loved to fuck.

That’s exactly what she had done in the past whenever the occasion occurred, even though their relationship had never been of a permanent nature. She had the same cute appeal as her daughter, and what she lacked in youth she made up for with curves that showed even under the white lab coat she wore.

Most importantly, she had been the first to find a solution - albeit, as it turned out, a flawed one - to Aya’s life force problem, and for that alone the succubus would always be grateful to her.

“The part with the millionaire is correct,” Veronika explained depressed “Except that it was a woman. A really stunning woman who also seemed to be interested in witchcraft. She introduced herself as Jolie de Lac. I fell for her like a love-struck teenager. Before I knew it, she had me locked up here and was forcing me to develop potions for her. I was not allowed to leave the compound or communicate with anyone. I sleep here, eat here, and work here since almost three years now! The few messages they let me write were all censored."

“Why didn’t you run?” asked Aya. “None of the guards were wearing protective talismans, surely it would have been possible for you to enchant them.”

“Because she threatened to hurt Ramona then. She’s safe, isn’t she?”

“She’s doing great, she kind of led us here. Rest assured, I’ve always had my eye on her.”

“Oh, much appreciated …”, Veronika suddenly frowned. “Wait a minute, what do you mean by that? You didn’t …”

Guilty as charged, Aya looked down at her toes. “She’s a grown woman now, and I’m afraid her preferences are very much in line with those of her mother …”

“God, Aya!” scolded Veronika. “You’ll manage to make me jealous of my own daughter!”

With a loud clearing of her throat, Katrin joined the conversation and showed Veronika a photo. It was incredibly old and faded. It showed Katrin and an unknown blonde woman holding hands in front of the steel framework of the half-finished Eiffel Tower.

“Was that the woman you fell for?” the guardian angel wanted to know.

Veronika nodded hesitantly. “The similarity is striking, at least, but how is that possible?”

“We’ll explain it to you later,” Aya promised. Turning to Katrin, she asked, “Who is that and what is your connection to her?”

“She is the head of the snake. The power behind Elena Lyons and Dark Temptation. The woman I’ve pursued for decades and who was once the love of my life.” Wistfully, Katrin looked at the picture. “Jolie, what has become of you?”

Aya took a second look at the photo. Because of the poor picture quality and the modest clothing both women wore, it was hard to make out details, but the succubus guessed that the other must be as well-endowed as Katrin. She disliked her right off the bat.

“And she’s as immortal as you are,” Aya stated the obvious. “Is she also an angel?”

Katrin nodded. “An angel who has gone rogue. But that’s not important now. Veronika, can they continue to produce milk without you?”

“No way,” the redhead denied. “Even if they find another witch, the exact mix ratios only exist up here,” she tapped her temple.

“Good,” Katrin stated, “Then that will force them to take action and I won’t have to come up with a reason to shut down this facility. Something will be found, I’m sure, but paperwork takes time. Let’s go.”

=====

On the way home, they called Ramona. Veronika’s joy at being able to finally talk to her daughter again after all this time was mixed with concern about possible retaliation. Together the women decided that Ramona would pack her things and stay with Aya for the time being, just to be on the safe side. The others arrived at her place late at night and witnessed how mother and daughter fell into each other’s arms.

“It might be best,” Katrin spoke softly to Aya, “if I stay here too. At least for tonight. If Jolie and Elena are up to something, you could use a guardian angel.”

“Sure,” Aya agreed. To her own surprise, she liked the idea. “There’s room in the smallest cabin.”

While the witches shared Aya’s bed, she offered Katrin to spend the night on the folded-out couch. For herself, she spread a blanket on the living room rug. Since it was already late, mother and daughter soon retreated to the bedroom, leaving demon and angel alone.

“That’s the way I like it,” Katrin teased her, “the slave at the feet of her mistress.”

“Whatever,” Aya replied, “Just don’t snore too loudly with that vacuum cleaner in your face.”

“Why don’t you lie by my side. There’s enough room here for two.”

Unsure what Katrin was up to, Aya sat up. “If we go another round like we did on Saturday, the other two won’t get any sleep,” she reasoned.

“No fighting this time,” Katrin promised. “We’ll still need our strength. I’d just like someone to cuddle up with, so I don’t have to think about Jolie all the time. The memories are painful.”

Without further ado, Aya climbed onto the sofa to join her. “When you’re lying side by side with me, you won’t waste another thought on her,” she promised and nestled tenderly against her.

Katrin returned the gesture gratefully. As if in slow motion, their bodies seemed to melt together, their long legs tangling, firm thighs starting to rub gently against each other’s crotches. After all the hard sex of the recent days, a soft, sensual night was probably just what Aya needed right now.

“I’m glad your boobs healed so quickly,” Katrin whispered, “They feel so good against mine.”

The same was certainly true in reverse. To feel those powerful breasts that had caused her so much pain now softly pressing against her own took Aya’s breath away. There was no denying: They were every bit as full and ripe as hers. Still, if Katrin hadn’t pushed her against that mirror, their titfight might very well have ended differently. But her revenge could wait. For now, she enjoyed the warmth and the alluring scent of the gorgeous woman in her arms.

“Yes,” Aya breathed back. “And yours are just divine. Tell me, are all angels so well-endowed?”

“We angels were once mere mortals,” Katrin revealed. “But by ascending, we transform into an idealized version of ourselves.”

“And yet you kept your nose?” Aya joked.

Katrin giggled and playfully rubbed the tip of her nose against Aya’s. “You have a crush on my nose, admit it. Otherwise you wouldn’t keep talking about it.”

She was not wrong. Katrin’s prominent nose gave the picture-perfect angel something unique, and horny succubus liked it better with every passing minute.

“Looks like you’ve figured me out,” Aya confessed, saucily licking the object of her desire with her tongue.

“I also have a confession to make,” Katrin admitted. “Even though I’ve claimed otherwise, I’ve never met a hotter and sexier succubus than you."”A soft moan escaped her as she continued, “You are by far the most desirable demoness there is.”

It felt incredibly good to hear that. Being literally fucked dry by Elena and then losing to a woman she had considered a minor nuisance at best had left cracks in Aya’s confidence and raised nagging doubts about her own sexual prowess.

Conceivably bad preconditions for another confrontation with her blonde counterpart or the angel’s wicked ex-girlfriend. That the praise came from Katrin, who would have had every reason to belittle her, was balm for her soul.

Not that she was under any illusion that their rivalry was over, they were both just too competitive for that.






Chapter 8 – The Winner Takes It All



“Good morning, sunshine,” Aya woke up the sleeping angel on her sofa and put a coffee for her on the coffee table. “Did you dream of me?”

After hours of tender lovemaking, they had both slept soundly. Only the noise of Veronika making breakfast in the kitchen had finally awakened the succubus. She allowed Katrin to sleep a little longer, but since it would soon be crowded in her bathroom with four women, she felt it was necessary to snatch her from the realm of dreams.

The guardian angel stretched under the thin blanket and yawned extensively. When she became aware of her hostess, she gave her an adorable smile. “The whole time, babe.”

Aya smiled from one ear to the other. She still had it in her!

As soon as the brunette sat up, still wrapped in the blanket, Ramona walked in wearing her pink pajamas, her tousled mane sticking out on all sides. She slid between them on the couch and looked suspiciously, from one to the other.

“So my mother told me you’re an angel,” she said to Katrin, who confirmed it with a nod. “And we all know you’re a demon,” she said to Aya, who merely shrugged. “And … you sleep together?”

“Well we …” Katrin started.

“The thing is …” Aya began.

“This is awesome!” Ramona cheered, throwing her arms up in the air. “Would you two, by any chance, be up for a threesome tonight?”

Katrin almost choked on her coffee.

“Make it a foursome!” chimed Veronika from the kitchen.

“Gosh, Mom!” Ramona shouted back. “You are embarrassing! Nobody here wants to see your wrinkles! Why don’t you get a hobby for old people? Like playing golf or something.”

“Your mother could still teach you a thing or two, you cheeky little rascal” chirped Veronika with a laugh, making Ramona roll her eyes.

“Maybe a movie night then?” the young witch asked with resignation.

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They had breakfast together. Since Aya only needed to eat for fun, not for survival, she didn’t have much in stock and Veronika practically had to plunder her entire refrigerator. If her living situation remained like this, she would have to come up with something.

Just as she was about to bring up the subject, Katrin’s phone vibrated. When the angel read the message, her face suddenly became serious.

“What’s wrong,” Aya wanted to know.

“This is from Jolie. A link to an encrypted video chat.”


The four women quickly gathered on the couch in front of Aya’s laptop. When the connection was established, they faced Jolie and Elena, who had made themselves comfortable on the couch in Elena’s penthouse. They were dressed rather casually, but in expensive designer clothes with lots of glitter.

Aya now had her first opportunity to take a closer look at Jolie and was reluctantly impressed. Wavy blonde hair fell down her perfect hourglass figure, her full lips were just asking to be kissed, and her green eyes glowed like emeralds. The impressive breasts that stretched her low-cut top to the limit could easily rival Katrin’s and Aya’s own. A goddess through and through. She wouldn’t have believed that there was a blonde who could surpass Elena in sex appeal, but now she wasn’t sure.

“Jolie,” Katrin opened the conversation. “What do you want?”

“Darling, long time no see,” Jolie replied in a melodic voice. “And I see you’ve tamed a succubus, just like me,” she stroked Elena’s hair, who seemed to enjoy the touch. “Except mine has clearly more class than that filthy alley cat of yours.”

Aya bared her teeth and was about to protest, but Katrin’s hand on her thigh made her pause.

“As far as I know,” Katrin spoke instead, “my alley cat gave your spoiled lap dog quite the claw in her own pool.”

“Because she took me by surprise,” Elena angrily snarled. “Before that, I spanked her sorry ass fair and square.”

“Fair? Dream on, cunt!” Aya shot back. Both exchanged hateful glares.

“Well,” Jolie spoke up. “They seem to have it for each other, but that’s not why I’m calling. You’ve taken something that belongs to me. I want my witch back.”

“You don’t own my mom!” Ramona made clear. “You’ll be lucky if I don’t jinx you with scabies.”

“And the sassy little daughter is there, too,” Jolie noted, unimpressed. “How precious. However, I also have something that belongs to you.”

Right on cue, Elena beckoned someone to join her. Aya’s throat tightened as Chris took a seat on the ground at her feet with an expressionless face.

“How dare you?” gasped Katrin.

“Get your filthy hands off him!” demanded Aya.

Elena casually wrapped her legs around him, petted his head and gave her a smug smile. “After you borrowed a toy from me, I thought I’d try one of yours. I must say, I was not disappointed.” She grinned at Jolie. “Neither of us were. That cock is really something to behold.”


“If you harmed him even the slightest …,” Aya threatened, furious with rage.

Elena giggled. “Not at all. He enjoyed every minute of it. Didn’t you?”

“Yes mistress,” Chris replied, completely under her spell.

“See,” Elena taunted her, “But that can change at any time. Toys can break…”

“We want an exchange,” Jolie announced. “The cop for the witch. Both witches, actually. After the recent incident, we need a bargaining chip for Veronika’s continued cooperation.”

“No way!” protested Ramona. “Who is that dude, anyway?”

Katrin and Aya exchanged hesitant glances. By no means could they leave Chris to them, but handing over the two witches was just as unacceptable.

Out of desperation Veronika declared, “I’m willing to comply, but leave my daughter out of it. I promise I won’t try to escape.”

“Mom, you can’t do that!” pleaded Ramona.

“They won’t hurt me, I’m too valuable,” she tried to reassure her daughter. Ramona, however, wasn’t having it and ran upset to the bedroom. Her mother hurried after her.

“You have until eight o’clock tonight to work this out,” Jolie gave them an ultimatum. “After that, my pet will feed.”

“I have a counter-proposal!”, Aya spoke up before cruel blonde could sever the connection. “How about a sexfight? The two of us against the two of you. And the winner takes it all. Chris and the witches.”

“A sexfight, you say?” Jolie asked back intrigued.

“No guns, no tricks, no police,” Aya continued. “Just four horny sluts banging each other until one couple can’t take it anymore. How does that sound?”

It was a shot in the dark but worth the try, Aya thought. If Jolie had subdued a succubus, she had to have a sexuality as competitive as Katrin’s and hers, and it was obvious that she had unfinished business with her ex.

The fallen angel nodded in agreement. “Tonight at eight here at the top of the Dark Temptation building. Come alone, dress sexy. The winner takes it all.”

With that, the screen went black.

Katrin looked at her for a while, speechless. “You don’t know what we’ve gotten ourselves into,” she finally said. “Jolie is an absolute beast in bed.”

“I figured as much,” Aya replied, “but can you beat her? ”

“I think so … maybe …” She looked uncertain. “In our relationship, we were pretty competitive when it came to sex, but she was always a little bit more so. Most of what I know, I learned from her.”

“You seemed to be very close once. Why did you break up?”, Aya wanted to know.

“She was getting more and more twisted. She had this vision of freeing all humanity from their inhibitions and then everyone would love her as some kind of mother. She always had a mother complex, I just realized it too late.”

“How did a bitch like her become an angel in the first place?”

“I elevated her to one," Katrin confessed, “It’s all my fault. She cared so dedicatedly for the orphans in the streets of Paris, for me she had been nothing less than a saint. What I didn’t know was that she couldn’t have children herself, even though she wanted nothing more. This trauma poisoned her psyche more and more with the years. And with immortality there came many years."

Comfortingly, Aya took the saddened cherub’s hand. “It’s not your fault. We all have our demons - figuratively speaking. Some let them control them and some fight against and defeat them. You shouldn’t carry any old baggage around with you tonight.”

Katrin looked deep into her eyes. “You’re right, and neither should you.” She paused and took a deep breath. “I hereby release you from our dark pact. You are henceforth free to do whatever you want, that is my final order as your mistress.”

Tears filled Aya’s eyes as she could feel the magical chains around her soul breaking. She was so grateful that she didn’t know what to say. No one had ever voluntarily released her from a pact before.

The devout silence was filled by the muffled voices of the witches, who were still arguing in the bedroom.

“Maybe we should give them an update,” Aya suggested.

Katrin nodded. “And I need to get something else to wear tonight. My suitcase is still in my hotel room.”

“With granny’s old clothes?” Aya teased her. “Today you’re wearing something of mine.”

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As the evening came angel and succubus headed for the Dark Temptation building, riding in tandem on Aya’s roaring Harley. I was still warm and the Sun wouldn’t fully set for another hour.

After a lot of back and forth, they had decided on two almost identical outfits: knee-high leather boots, with 5-inch heels, incredible skimpy shorts, underneath a thong whose straps were clearly visible on their hips, a belly top barely larger than a bikini and over it a studded leather jacket. The only difference was that Aya’s was completely black and Katrin’s was completely white. To match, the sinful succubus had applied her darkest, glossiest lipstick and the adorable angel her lightest.

The witches had not been too thrilled that they had made a decision over their heads, but had still given them their best wishes and a little more than that.

“This is my breast enhancement potion,” Ramona had told her, handing Aya a small vial. “New and improved formula. Gives you a whole cup size for about two hours and makes your nipples really hard. The effect kicks in after five minutes. Should work on succubi the same way it does on humans, but of course I haven’t been able to test it yet.”

Aya had thanked her and packed the bottle into her purse. Better to have it and not need it than the other way around.

Veronika had also taken her aside and spoken to her in private: “Don’t underestimate Jolie de Lac. I’ve always told you that I’ve never had better sex than with you. Since I met her, I’m not so sure anymore. Don’t let her play mind games with you.”

They stopped at the back entrance. No one was to be seen around. The elevator that would take them to the penthouse was open. Braced for anything, they rode up. Their tension rose as the elevator stopped and the doors opened again. If this was a trap, now would be the time to spring it.

Fortunately, there were no security guards with loaded guns waiting for them. Most of the sunlight was blocked by shutters, color changing LEDs in the walls of the loft illuminated the room, and a soft slow beat, almost like that of a heart, could be heard from the speakers.

The blonde temptresses were awaiting them. They too had seemingly agreed on a common dress code: they wore the shortest mini dresses and the longest stilettos Aya had ever seen. Tantalizing fishnet stockings completed the look. Elena, as usual, all in red, Jolie in bright turquoise. Lipstick and nail polish were chosen in matching colors, brilliant-studded gold bracelets glittered in competition with wavy blonde strands.

Aya and Katrin stopped dead in their tracks and took in the sight. However, it was evident that their hosts also liked what they saw.

“So you really had the guts to show up,” Jolie finally broke the silence. “A word of warning: if you try anything funny, your cute little cop is going to get it.”

Katrin stuck her chin out challengingly. "And if you try anything, you’ll never see your witch again."

“So just sex then,” Jolie noted with satisfaction. “We should put muzzles on our pets, so they don’t tear each other apart, don’t you think? Elena, you will stay in human form and not feed tonight, do you understand?”

“Yes mistress,” the blonde succubus replied visibly disappointed.

“The same goes for you Aya,” Katrin proclaimed, winking at her without the others seeing. “That’s an order.”

“Yes mistress,” Aya played along, letting them think that she was still Katrin’s slave. Maybe she could use that to her advantage.

“Perfect,” Jolie declared, looking at her brunette counterpart with a hungry gaze from head to toe. “How about we raise the stakes? The winners dictate what happens to the losers.”

Katrin and Aya exchanged a quick glance. It was a risk, but losing was out of the question anyway. And to back down now would mean to show weakness. It was clear to them without further verbal communication that they both wanted it.

“With pleasure, my dear,” Katrin agreed “You’ve been avoiding your due punishment for far too long.”

“Then why don’t you join me on the bed, darling,” Jolie suggested, “while we let these two strip for us to get in the mood?”

“I was just about to suggest the same,” Katrin claimed, following her former lover to the large round bed. The blonde was a little smaller than her, about Aya’s height, but seemed just as athletic and graceful. While the angels sat down side by side on the edge, the succubi took up position in front of them. In passing, Aya tossed her purse carelessly onto the sofa.

“Elena, why don’t you put on a show for my esteemed guest?”, Jolie prompted her.

“Aya, why don’t you pay our kind hostess back for her hospitality?” suggested Katrin.

The succubi exchanged lascivious glances. They both grinned arrogantly and strutted around each other in a circle until Aya stood in front of Jolie and Elena in front of Katrin. Then, as if on a silent command, they began to dance with rhythmic, seductive movements.

Soon the angels were completely under the spell of the sexy demonesses, who mimicked and tried to outdo each other. Aya’s leather jacket flew across the room first, her tight top followed shortly after. Challengingly, she let her juicy naked breasts jiggle in front of Jolie, which the blonde secuctress acknowledged with a nod.

Not to be outdone, Elena wriggled out of her red mini dress like a snake, took her breasts with both hands and squeezed them together right in front of Katrin’s face. Although she was at a slight size disadvantage, the angel obviously liked what she saw, as she bit her lower lip with delight. Aya glared at the brazen succubus in jealousy.

To undress further, Aya first had to get rid of her boots. To avoid having to bend over awkwardly for them, she stretched out her left leg and put her foot on Katrin’s lap. “Would you give me a hand?”

“With pleasure,” the brunette angel agreed and held the boot while Aya pulled out her leg. Then she made the same offer to Jolie and the blonde angel also willingly accepted.

Angry to have been pushed out of the limelight, Elena shoved her aside with her hips and made the angels do the same with her fishnet stockings. She then started wiggling her perfect thong-covered ass right in front of them.

Incensed by such impudence, Aya pushed her back and started her own twerk right next to her.

“Your pet really does have an exquisite ass, such savory shape and tone" Jolie admitted as if she were evaluating a precious wine. “I’ll give you that.”

“Yours, too,” Katrin admitted. “Her tattooed left cheek gives it a very distinct flavor.”

Both succubi were fuming with anger at the recognition given to each other’s best asset. Aya decided to escalate further and pulled down her black thong. Her pussy had already begun to moisten the fabric. After a bit more twerking, she spun around and threw the garment right in Jolie’s face.

“Mmm,” purred the angel, deftly catching the garment and smelling it with delight. “As I thought, your succubus smells unruly. You should put her on a tighter leash.”

Elena did the same to Aya and threw her red thong on Katrin. She too took a deep breath. “And yours smells submissive. She must have surrendered to you without putting up much of a fight.”

Jolie bared her teeth in anticipation. “Just as you have done many times in the past. And will do again today.” She leaned into her ex and sealed her lips with a kiss, the stripping demons forgotten for the moment.

Aya and Elena turned to each other. “You think you can strut your stuff in front of my mistress, slut?” the blonde hissed.

“At least I have something to strut with, bitch” Aya shot back, lifting her breasts.

“Nipples against nipples, whore!” demanded Elena and Aya was all too happy to comply. Both of them seized their naked breasts and aligned them until thick brown shafts and long reddish rods were exactly facing each other.

“I’m going to bend your puny tips!” announced Aya, leaning forward.

“I’m going to push your pathetic nubs back into their areolas!” hissed Elena, pressing herself into her enemy.

The direct nipple contact sent electric jolts through Aya’s body. She could feel clitoris swelling. Your time will come soon, she tried to calm her pussy. The predator between her legs lusted to slam its fangs into her rival’s counterpart, but for now it was her nipples’ turn to defend her honor.

Perfectly aligned and swollen to full glory, it was clear that her nipples were a smidge larger in diameter, Elena’s a tiny bit longer in return. Both pairs were incredibly stiff and any attempt to bend or push in the opposing rods ended with them rubbing past each other and painfully drilling into each other’s areolas.

Frustrated, they both increased the pressure and finally Aya was rewarded for her efforts. “See that?” she hissed breathing heavily. “See how my right nipple is bending your left nipple?”

Elena gave a stifled cry of anguish, but at the same time Aya felt an exploding pain in her left tit.

“And do you see,” Elena growled, “how your left nipple is yielding under my right nipple?”

Damn, she was right! While she had been celebrating her victory on the right flank, her left nipple had retreated almost completely into her tit under the relentless pressure of Elena’s tip. As the touch became too uncomfortable for both women, they released their breasts at the same time and pushed off each other in frustration.

Two steps apart, they bared their teeth and surveyed the damage. Was Aya unable to achieve a clear victory against her blonde nemesis?

A quick glance around revealed that the angels had been watching them while they made out on the edge of the bed and had already stripped each other down to their panties. Traces of their lipstick were smeared on each other’s faces. Now they beckoned them over.

“My esteemed guest,” purred Jolie, “still has doubts that my succubus is the better one. Why don’t you get down on your knees in front of her and convince her, Elena?”

“And our esteemed hostess,” Katrin chimed in, “just refuses to believe me that my succubus is the better one. Why don’t you get down on all fours in front of her and show her how wrong she is, Aya?”

Both angels spread their legs invitingly and their succubi willingly obeyed. As Aya sank to the floor in front of Jolie, she couldn’t help but admire the other woman’s massive breasts. If she did not misjudge, they had to be slightly larger than even hers and Katrin’s. Majestic pink nipples pointed straight ahead. She could only hope that her lover could somehow handle this magnificent bosom.

In awe, Aya brought her face closer to the blonde angel’s turquoise thong, knowing full well that she would be in trouble should the powerful thighs that flanked it suddenly wrap around her.

Playfully, she grabbed the small triangle of fabric with her teeth and carefully pulled it down the long legs of the wearer. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Elena her doing the same to Katrin. With relish, they both inhaled the scent of their spoils.

“Your mistress smells insecure,” Elena asserted. “She will be dominated by mine before the sun sets.”

“And your mistress smells haughty,” Aya retorted, “She will be humbled by mine before the night falls.”

Jolie and Katrin looked each other firmly in the eye. “Whoever lasts longer without cumming,” Katrin announced.

“Just like back in Paris,” Jolie agreed.

“Rather like in Vienna.”

“Vienna was a fluke.”

Katrin laughed derisively and then addressed Aya, “Show her what you are capable of.”

“Do her, Elena,” Jolie demanded. “Make your mistress proud.”

Aya wasted no time and started eating Jolie’s impressive, clean-shaven twat. Her nimble tongue explored the massive vulva, licking along the labia, then coiling around the mighty clitoris. The intense feminine scent was breathtaking. Immediately, her advance was met with a lustful moan, but next to her, Katrin also moaned under Elena’s assault.

Aya had not forgotten that this was a race. Just as the angels’ stamina was being tested, so were the succubi’s oral skills. And she had no intention of losing. Tirelessly she alternated between licking, sucking, as well as playful love bites, and could gauge Jolie’s rising arousal from her increasingly rapid moans.

When the angel suddenly grabbed her hair, at first she thought she was going to pull her away to escape her impending orgasm, but instead she pressed Aya’s face deeper into her vulva, making it increasingly difficult for the succubus to breathe. Nevertheless, Aya continued.

Jolie’s body was already shaking in pre-orgasmic convulsions, yet somehow the blonde held out. In the end it was Katrin who screamed out her climax first and with a dull thud, fell backwards onto the bed. Jolie held on a few seconds longer, just enough to leave no doubt who had won this contest, then she released a flood of delicious warm cum into Aya’s face, which the thirsty succubus swallowed in greedy gulps.

As Aya sat up, Elena grinned triumphantly at her. “Your mistress came faster.”

"Yours came harder,” Aya replied defiantly, fuming inside that she had to admit defeat to her nemesis. Licking some spilled cum from her lips, she taunted, “Come over here, I left some for you.”

“And I left some for you,” Elena replied, returning the gesture. “If you stick your tongue in deep enough, you might even be able to taste your boy.”

The allusion to Chris drove Aya mad. With a deep growl, she pounced on Elena and the two demonesses began to roll tightly entwined across the rug, kissing frenetically. Saliva mixed with cum passed from mouth to mouth, tattooed skin rubbed over tattooed skin, Aya’s darker complexion contrasting with Elena’s lighter one.

“You should have left Chris out of this!” growled Aya, driving two fingers into Elena’s pussy.

“You really want to fight me again on this rug?” the blonde hissed, penetrating Aya’s pussy with her fingers. “I had it cleaned, but I still smell your defeat every time I enter the room!”

“And you’ll smell yours till the end of your days!”

Fast and hard they fingered each other, discharging all the built-up aggression.

“Fuck!” cried Aya, who felt herself riding towards climax.

“Fuck, oh fuck!” shrieked Elena as she began to jerk in wild spasms.

They came almost simultaneously, but Elena exploded a moment earlier, which allowed Aya to take a dominant position and scissor her nemesis.

“Prepare to be fucked into submission,” Aya growled, giving her supine foe no respite. Clit rubbed against clit, vagina sucked against vagina. The hungry predator between her legs was now unleashed and dead set about ripping Elena’s apart.

“Fuuuck!” the blonde screamed as she came again, spraying hot juice. “I hate you!”

“I hate you moaaar!” roared Aya as it was her own turn to cum a moment later.

They continued to fuck each other’s brains out, albeit at a slightly slower pace. Aya managed to increase her lead slowly but surely. The angels meanwhile made no concessions on the bed, their orgasmic cries alternating with those of the succubi. For a long time it was impossible to assess who would come out on top in their divine duel, because the dominant position seemed to change every time she looked. In the end, however, a winner emerged …

“No! Please stop! I can’t take anymore!” howled Katrin. With her breasts on the mattress, her ass stretched up in the air, she clawed into the sheet with both hands while Jolie knelt behind her, seemingly fisting her without mercy.

“Your mistress is losing,” gasped a sweat covered Elena, who was about to reach her next climax, but still refused to surrender to Aya. “I just have to hold out a little longer… Fuck! … Then we’ll make a nice sandwich … Oooh! … with you in the middle.”

“There’s something you don’t know about my mistress,” Aya grunted while humping her with determiation, “She’s not really my mistress …”

Just as Elena’s orgasm begun, Aya changed into her demon form.

“How does it feel to be consumed?” Aya demanded to know, while horns grew from her forehead and black wings unfurled from thin air. “To have the core of your womanhood devoured by a stronger and hungrier sex?”

“No!” shrieked Elena in pure terror as Aya began to feast on her released sexual energy. “I give, please stop!”

The temptation was great to prolong her climax as long as possible and to take it all. To leave her just as empty and lifeless on that rug as Elena had done to her, but she held back, forcing her hunger under control by sheer force of will.

I am not like you, she reminded herself. I am better than you.

She took only so much that her nemesis would be out of commission for a while and then turned to the bed.

With her foot, a triumphant Jolie rolleda completely exhausted Katrin off the bed, who curled up on the floor and barely stirred. Then she threw a dildo dripping with pussy juice after her, which, contrary to Aya’s first impression, she must have used to break her ex.

“You resort to toys?” Aya asked angrily.

“Who said they were forbidden?” Jolie asked back unapologetic. “It seems you’ve been playing with your cards down, too.”

The succubus tried to estimate how much the angel still had in her. Even though she herself had received a second wind from Elena’s life force, the rough sex with her had exhausted her quite a bit. She would not survive many more orgasms. Administered by the skillful hands of Jolie even the next one could very well be her last. And given how it went the last time, she’d better not try to feed off another angel. Jolie on the other hand had certainly shed some feathers as well, her flawless skin glistening with sweat, but still seemed as indomitable as ever.

“I wonder,” the blonde love goddess pondered, “why you collaborated with her if not out of compulsion. Katrin has always upheld her morals and rules. You don’t strike me as one who thinks much of rules.”

Her duel with Elena had led Aya almost to the couch where her purse was lying. Following a spontaneous plan, she got off her defeated rival, who was whimpering weakly, and sat down on the couch with her wings and legs spread out, pretending she needed to catch her breath. In doing so, she presented her victorious pussy to Jolie to distract her from what she was doing with her hands.

“The strongest bonds,” she spoke, fumbling in her purse for Ramona’s vial, “are not forged by magic, but by respect, trust, friendship and love.”

Jolie burst out in exaggerated laughter while shaking back her long blonde hair. When she wasn’t looking for a moment, Aya swallowed the breast enhancement potion. Fingers crossed, that it would really affect her the way it should …

“Nice speech,” Jolie sneered. “You fought well and indeed proved to be the better succubus. But you look tired. Why don’t you come to mommy for some well-deserved refreshments?”

With that, she clasped her right breast with her hands and tugged on her nipple. A drop of white liquid emerged.

“You are lactating?” asked Aya in disbelief.

“Of course,” she confirmed, “Angel milk is a potent aphrodisiac. What do you think the milk tubes are filled with?”

“All of them?” gasped Aya.

“A good mother always has enough for all her children.”

Katrin had been right: This crazy slut really had a mother complex. But maybe that was her weak point. Five minutes until the effect kicked in, Ramona had said. She just had to stall her that long.

“Very well,” Aya decided, rising from the sofa. Still in demon form, she stalked over to the bed and knelt in front of Jolie. “Let me milk you for a bit.”

With that, she lowered her face to Jolie’s breasts and began to suck on her pink nipple with delight. The mad angel was right: her milk tasted fantastic and the arousing effect was undeniable. Even if it was nowhere near as strong as that of the processed drug, Aya felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter. She moaned with pleasure.

“Yes,” Jolie breathed in a trance. “That’s it. You poor child never had a mother. You don’t know how good it feels to be nursed by her. Why don’t you take Elena’s place at my side and help me tear down the walls and prohibitions of this hypocritical society? A society that fears and despises you for what you are. Milk was just the beginning, I have much bigger plans.”

Aya switched sides and now began to milk the other tit. The more sensitive they were, the better. She could already feel her own breasts swelling due to potion and her already hard nipples getting even longer and stiffer.

“Or,” Jolie continued to fantasize. “You’re sharing your position. Two sisters vying for their mother’s affection and favor. Whichever arrangement you prefer.”

It was a tempting proposal, Aya had to admit. For a moment she imagined Elena next to her sucking on Jolie’s other breast, them racing to see who would empty one of those enormous globes first, while they used every dirty trick in the book to distract the other. Oh, she wanted it. She wanted it so badly …

Damn, she called herself to order. These were exactly the mind games, Veronika hard warned her about! If she lost her focus now, what would become of Chris, Ramona, her mother and Katrin? Aya stopped sucking and looked up at her. “You call yourself a mother? You never gave birth to a child, did you?”

Jolie’s expression abruptly changed to anger. “How dare you?”

“All you’ve ever wanted is for other women’s children to accept you as a mother. But tell me, why should they flock to your puny tits when they can have these instead?”

With that, she straightened her back and ruthlessly pushed Jolie’s bosom up with her own.

“Oooh!” the angel moaned. “How is that possible? Why are they so big all of a sudden?”

Aya’s magically enlarged breasts were really enormous. A whole cup size Ramona had promised and witch had kept her word. Her enlarged breast now even dwarfed Jolie’s magnificent globes.

However, the angel did not surrender yet. She pushed Aya away a little so that their boobs touched head-on again and pressed her rack defiantly into that of the succubus.

“My invincible angel tits will not bow to your foul demonic udders!” she growled.

"We'll see about that!" Aya exclaimed, wrapping her arms around her foe.

Back and forth and round in circles they rubbed her glands. Milk kept spurting out as Aya increased the pressure, covering their mountainous orbs with slippery lubricant. Jolie’s tits were full and firm, probably the best the succubus had ever faced. And the angel’s rock-hard nipples were digging deep into her soft flesh. Aya moaned from pain and pleasure under the counterattack of her formidable foe. Were even her enhanced breasts not enough to best this gorgeous woman?

Gasping with exertion, she growled, "You were a fool to ditch a woman like Katrin for your twisted ambitions!"

Summoning all her strength, Aya toppled her over. Now, with the help of gravity it soon became clear that her magical melons were getting the better of her adversary’s glands, deforming them with every powerful downward thrust. Jolie’s counterattacks grew weaker, her moans more desperate by the minute.

Aya slid up on her, pressing her boobs down onto the blonde’s face. “Lick your own milk from my tits!”, she demanded. “Have a taste of you own medicine!” At the same time she entered Jolie’s cunt with her demonic tail, twisting and twirling the nimble organ inside her with wild abandon.

It was too much for the woman underneath her. Jolie bucked like a wild mare when she climaxed, clawing at the sheet with both hands, her screams muffled by Aya’s bosom while the succubus rode her expertly.

Her black wings spread out, her inflated wrecking balls hovering menacingly over the fallen angel’s face, she slapped Jolie’s defenseless pussy with her cum covered tail. Not hard enough to force another orgasm, just enough to make it clear who was in charge. She then picked up a landline phone from the nightstand and handed it to her.

“Now Call your henchmen”, she ordered, “and tell them to release Chris or I’ll milk your puny bags dry to the last drop! Tell me, what mother would let her children starve?”

“Please not, I’ll do what you say!” whimpered Jolie, sheer terror in her eyes. She picked up the receiver and pressed a speed dial button. Obediently she ordered the security guards on the other end to release the prisoner. Chris would still be under Elena’s spell, but that could be taken care of later.

Aya looked around. Katrin slowly began to pick herself up again, while Elena was still lying on her back, breathing heavily.

“Who won?” the brunette angel asked hoarsely.

“We did,” Aya announced, grabbing Jolie hard by the hair. “Don’t you agree?”

“Yes, yes, I do!” she shrieked, protectively covering her battered breasts. When her eyes happened to fall on the empty bottle still lying on the sofa, she paused and gave Aya a frosty look.

“A magic potion?" she asked, frowning. “Really?”

“Who said they were forbidden?” the succubus mocked her.






Epilogue – The Most Important Question



The night had fallen on Berlin and in the darkness above the rooftops the last lustful cries of Jolie faded away as Katrin pulled the dildo out of her former lover’s battered pussy.


“That should teach you to play dirty tricks on me!” the vengeful angel declared, rising from the bed.

“Impressive how much she was able to endure,” commented Aya from the sofa.

She was already half dressed again. Elena, who had just submissively eaten her pussy on her behest, was still crawling around on the floor naked, fetching her clothes for her. The only thing the gorgeous succubus didn't plan to put on until later was her tight top, since the effect of the breast-enlargement potion hadn't worn off yet.

“What happens to them now?” Aya asked.

“I'm taking Jolie to a place where she can do no harm,” Katrin explained as she got dressed again. “And where she will have plenty of time to repent her sins. Perhaps one day she will be able to rejoin the ranks of the cherubim.”

“I assume that's not in the custody of the BKA.”

The Angel shook her head. “She will have to answer to a higher power. As for Elena …” Golden flames suddenly engulfed her hand, as a burning sword manifested out of thin air. “I fear she is beyond redemption.”

“Stop, wait a second!” Aya protested and jumped up. Protectively, she stood over Elena, who clung fearfully to the legs of her raven-haired conqueror. “The snake's head gets social rehabilitation and for her right hand it’s the death sentence? Do I have to remind you that she was bound by a dark pact all the time and had no choice but to follow orders?”

“She murdered innocent people,” Katrin justified her judgment, “and she'll do it again. It's her nature.”

“Just like it's mine,” Aya objected. “But I've learned to overcome it. And I can teach it to her as well. If Jolie releases her from her pact, I could take her under my wing. In fact, I could use a helping hand in my detective agency. All this paperwork isn't going to take care of itself.”

It wasn't that she suddenly liked Elena, but what Katrin was up to just wasn't fair. Not when there was another way.

Conflicted with herself, Katrin looked back and forth between the two succubi. “Agreed,”, she said. The flames flickered and went out. “Elena, you will sell your lingerie company and donate the money to charity. You will take your spell off Chris and stop feeding on humans. And most importantly, you will obey every word Aya says!”

“Yes, I'll be a good girl,” Elena replied intimidated.

Aya grinning lasciviously down at her. “No, you won't. But you'll still obey and learn to keep you instincts in check.”

“I'll be gone for a few months,” Katrin followed up. “Doing the equivalent of paperwork. But I'll be back. And if I hear the slightest complaint about you then, Elena, you're in for a world of hurt.”

“Don't take too long,” Aya urged her. “My girls still have a score to settle with yours.” She gave her magically enlarged breasts a bounce to emphasize her point.

Katrin waggled her finger. “Not if you've had Ramona's boob growth potion.”

“We could both drink it beforehand,” Aya suggested.

The angel's eyes lit up at the thought. “I'll try to speed things up.”

With that, she walked over to Jolie and demanded that she break the pact with Elena.

“Fine, you're free,” groaned the exhausted angel. “You were a disappointment anyway.”

“And you’re a sore loser,” Katrin snarled at her, grabbed her by the hair and dragged her into the middle of the loft. There, she unfolded her magnificent white angel wings seemingly out of nowhere.

“Take good care of yourself Aya,” she said goodbye. “And give my regards to Chris.”

The next moment she and her captive were enveloped in a golden glow so bright that Aya had to close her eyes. She heard a loud hissing sound and felt a brief but fierce wind pull. When she opened her eyes again, they were both gone.

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Eight weeks later, things had settled down for Aya. Elena had so far kept her word and accepted her place in the pecking order, even though the two demonesses still teased each other regularly.

Every workday after nightfall, she trained Elena to control her hunger, which meant they had hot sex five days a week. She had already made enormous progress: no longer did she need the shackles and chains she had used for safety in the beginning. From time to time, when Elena couldn't stop herself and tried to steal too much of Aya's life force, a firm knee to the crotch helped to rein her in.

Building on the research Veronika had done for Jolie de Lac and supported by a few spontaneous inputs from Ramona, the witches had succeeded in improving the recipe of Aya's life sustaining potion by adding essential vitamins. It now allowed her to refrain from feeding for quite a long time without her body chemistry becoming imbalanced. Progress that also benefited Elena.

To Ayas astonishment, the beautiful blonde succubus had also proved to be a real help in her detective agency. It seemed that supernatural phenomena were on the rise across Germany, and clients were lining up. She was already considering making her former enemy a business partner and expanding. But there was still one thing that needed clarification and just wouldn't let her rest …

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It was one of those cozy evenings in early autumn when the doorbell of her apartment rang. Aya hurried over and opened the door. Chris was standing in the hallway with a bottle of wine in his hand.

“Hello tiger,” she greeted him, giving him a quick hug. “How kind of you to bring something to drink.”

“When you invited me to dinner at your place, I didn't know if we would have dinner together or I would be the dinner,” he explained. “But I figured a bottle of wine would make either more pleasant.”

Aya laughed kindly and invited him in. They had talked and Chris had forgiven her. He even stated that he was still attracted to her and wouldn’t mind if their relationship went beyond friendship. However, she had asked for a time out while she had to take care of Elena, who of course had also formally apologized to him.

“The dinner thing was really just an excuse,” she confessed. “The truth is, I need your help with something very important. More accurately, we need your help.”

“We?”

Elena stepped out of the bathroom, giving him her most charming smile. “Hey, Chris, nice to see you again.” Both women were dressed casually but sexy, wearing skinny jeans and tank tops in their favorite colors, which were black for Aya and red for Elena, of course.

“Oh,” he said in surprise. “If this is about a case, we could have met at your office, Aya.”

“It's not about work,” she explained, “but we need your professional, unbiased opinion on an important contentious issue on which we simply cannot agree.”

They lined up side by side in front of him, then turned around.

“Which one of us has the better ass?”

Chris stared at them and their sweet buns open-mouthed. “I … I cannot possibly take a side in this.”

“Don't worry,” Aya purred, hooking onto his right arm. “You've got all night to make up your mind.”

“So what will it be, big boy?” asked Elena, hooking onto his left, “Team black or team red?”

Together they led him toward the bedroom.

[YuriLesboLover]

This story is one of my favorites, so I’m glad it’s not lost. Also, the admin is working on restoring the old forum and is hoping to get started on that this week. He’s just going through a lot right now. You are probably the most underrated author of this little kink of ours and I hope to see much more from you.