Comm: Megan Skye Earns Her Demon Wings (Part 12) (18+)

Summary: A soft-spoken, kind-hearted woman gets roped into a new job as a succubus. This is a commissioned piece for AltrixWrites.  It is free to read for whoever.

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Part 12

Megan was out for a while. Today had been exhausting, and she just wanted to lie down and rest for however much time she had... until someone like S-Tan or Kamika would drag her back to work. She underestimated how much of a lifestyle change this would end up being.

She only stirred awake when she felt a pang of thirst hit her. After her session of self-pleasuring, it occurred to her that she never hydrated after. A quick trip to the kitchen would be fine... it was important to drink plenty of water.

She tried to get up...

"Mrgh..."

...Only to find that she was restrained. She could barely move; her awareness of her surroundings sharpened slightly as she felt the hot air of another woman on her neck.

"...ah?"

Megan turned her head to the side. She was relieved to find her assumption confirmed. It was Iris, resting her head close to Megan, snoring quietly at her side. Megan smiled warmly to herself, taking in the familiar sight. Maybe Megan could stay put a little while longer, for Iris' sake. It was nice, being wrapped up in her arms like this.

Iris didn't seem to mind Megan's heightened body heat either. Iris' skin was so soft...

"Hyaaaa... myah."

Megan's irises dilated as another woman yawned in her other ear. Megan turned her head, freezing up as she found herself looking into Leila's mouth, her jaw unhinging, before the lamia rested her head against Megan's hair, smacking her lips.

"L-Leila...?" Megan whispered to herself. She traced the lamia's sleeping form down the bed, gawking as she spotted Leila's pearlescent white tail, along with Iris' pliable body, coiling together around Megan's entire body, draping over the side of the bed. Slumping over their coiling appendages still was Kim; Megan recognized her as Leila's batwinged girlfriend, yet here she was, joining the four of them in bed, her arms draped over as if to reach out to Megan.

"O-oh my goodness..." Megan grimaced. "This isn't... the pheromones didn't... did they- ah!"

Megan squeaked as she felt several slimy things twist around her, underneath Leila and Iris' coils. Megan's eyes fluttered as she bit her lips. Her mind tried to make out what they were. They didn't feel like Iris whenever she tried this sort of thing, they were too slimy... and Megan could make out little suction cup nubs. They coiled around her shoulders, sliding down her legs, and hugged her tummy.

It was only when a red head popped out atop Megan from between the snaking coils that Megan put the pieces together. It was Cora, the maid from before, in a deep sleep like all the other girls, and her octopus tentacles explored Megan's body while the octomaid slept blissfully. Megan wondered how Cora could even slip inside, but... octopi were masters at getting in and out of places they shouldn't be.

"Ah... hahh..." Megan's body rocked as the bodies of three different girls rubbed against her, suckered tentacles kissing against her tender skin. They were teasing her, and she couldn't move a muscle like this. Her body was flushed all over, her body sweating; Megan tried to squirm free, but as tentacles coiled around her thighs, she could feel a tip rubbing against her vulva. The octomaid's touch was leaving her powerless.

"Oh god..." Megan moaned, her legs trying to part reflexively. She was so tight, she couldn't...

Tsss... her pheromones began to pump once more, filling the room. Megan winced, her body tingling all over, those self-satisfying feelings welling up once more. Megan could feel energy in her body bouncing around, collecting where she was most sensitive. She could feel it changing to suit her desires.

She arched her back slightly, her chest pulsing as Cora's tentacles shifting; Megan exhaled as she felt her breasts swelling, burrowing through a gap between two tentacles, her erect nipples pointing to the ceiling. Megan gasped as two tentacles coiled and squeezed at her perky breasts. She glanced down to make an account of their heft, but she was startled to see how much they grew; each one was the size of her head!!

Out of sight, her body swelled, pulsating, as if desiring to be rubbed at and touched more. She wanted to give into her horniness, but Iris was by her side, she was right there. She couldn't do it with another girl, she wanted to be faithful.

Megan's eyes furrowed. She knew she had to snap out of this.

"W-WAKE UP!!" Megan exclaimed at the top of her lungs. The bed rocked as the girls all around her were jostled awake. Megan let out a cry of pleasure as the three girls on top of her tightened their grips on her; Kim, poor thing, tumbled to the floor.

What? What're you do...ing...

What's this place? Why're... we...

O-Oh no, did I... oversleep...?

Owie, I... Iiiiiiiiii...

The girls around the room muttered as, upon waking up, they had a moment of lucidity. But in short order, each one droned out, their eyes going vacant. Megan's momentary feeling of relief soon gave away with dread; her eyes shifted to the closed window, as the light interacted with the pink clouds of powerful succubus pheromones.

Megan's stomach twisted. She had bewitched all of these girls, and they all followed the scent right home...

"My mistress...~" They all droned in unison, their eyes fixated on her as they moved in closer. Megan tensed up at the looks they were giving her: lusty, yearning expressions that hungered for her body, her curves.

"Wakey wakey, my mistress..." Iris giggled drunkenly into Megan's ear. "Did you have a good sleep?"

"U-um..." Megan stirred bashfully as a reflex. She closed her eyes as Iris's rubbery body squeaked, her head edging closer along a ropey neck. She opened her mouth and nipped at Megan's exposed neck. Megan moaned at Iris' touch, how her lips pursed and how her tongue ran along Megan's neck.

It felt so good to be attended to like this. She could feel Iris' arm slithering around the back of her neck, her playfully fingers tapping along her skin, her hand reaching to cup one of Megan's voluptuous breasts. Megan wanted to give herself wholly to Iris in this moment... but she could feel Leila's serpentine tongue on her other cheek as Leila leaned in closer. And she could feel Cora's tentacles squeezing against her as she brought herself lower. And she could hear the creaking of the mattress' springs as Kim climbed up onto the bed, crawling over all of them.

They only had eyes for Megan...

Conk!

...and they were none the wiser to the presence of each other. Their heads bumped against one another; grunting in pain, the entranced girls glanced to one another.

"Wait your turn, girls. I want my special time with my mistress~" Leila's tongue flickered as she smiled. "I can taste her need..."

"She's my girlfriend, so she's my mistress. Get your own." Iris bickered, a hint of her obstinate personality squeaking through the spell... yet her eyes sparkled as pink as ever.

"Please, ladies, I'm a professional~" Cora swooned, taking Megan by the chin with a tentacle. "It's the duty of a maid to attend to her mistress's every need..."

"I should be next!" Kim tried to wriggle in, pulling at Leila and Iris' tight coils. "You've had my mistress all to yourselves, and I wanna treat her now! I want her... in my arms... and we can-"

"She's mine."

"No, she's mine!"

"Back off!"

"Let me get close to her!"

The sensual atmosphere of the bedroom took a turn as the girls began to bicker and shove each other. Megan watched with astonishment as the girls turned on each other, distracted from Megan...

"...Aghn..." Megan winced as the coils around her twisted more and more. She blushed, feeling the tightness all around her. It was a little painful, but... Megan kinda liked it too. But this arguing was unbearable. She puffed her cheeks out, clenching her cheeks.

"KNOCK IT OFF!!!"

Megan bellowed at the top of her lungs. The girls stopped immediately, silenced by Megan's outburst. Megan's head turned from side to side, leering towards their blank expressions.

"Get off of me." She commanded. "I need to get up."

"Yes mistress..." The girls uttered in unison; Iris' overstretched body, Leila's snake tail, and Cora's tentacles retreated from Megan's smooth, pink skin. Kim flapped her wings, fluttering off the bed and standing at attention; the other girls would soon join her.

Megan stretched her arms to the ceiling, sitting up as she let her impressive wings unfurl to their full wingspan. With a satisfied sigh, her wings folded up again; she sat at the foot of the bed, folding her hands in her lap as she examined the girls standing at attention. They were so... still. Like soldiers waiting for a command.

...And they were all butt naked. Megan was too, admittedly.

...Now the silence was a little suffocating. Megan bit her lip anxiously. "Um..."

"Yes, my mistress?" The four girls asked in unison. This startled Megan, and her eyes shifted downwards as if to avoid the question. She spotted her torn undergarments tangled among the sheets—an unfortunate outcome from so many hands exploring her body.

"...au, I dunno..." Megan rubbed her face. "It's all a mess, you aren't supposed to be here, and my stupid pheromones brought you all here, and..."

She slumped against the bedrest.

"...and I overslept, so I'm still exhausted, and urgh... I just... I want..."

"What is it... that you desire, my mistress?" Kim tilted her head.

...Megan lowered her hands. That question surprised her. Megan had an idea of what she wanted, but...

"...Excuse me?" Megan gawked.

"A maid's duty... is to bring happiness to her mistress." Cora smiled robotically.

Megan paused to consider this. She lowered a hand to her chest.

"...You... you want to make me... happy?" She whispered.

"Whatever you desire..." Leila tilted her head. "I will make it reality."

"...Whatever I desire..." Megan tilted her head down, deep in thought.

"Please... it makes me happy, to see you happy." Iris nodded. "I... I want nothing more."

...Even if they were all zonked out of their minds, their words touched Megan. And Megan had been under a lot of stress the past few days. Being in such a position of power over them was scary, but... it was also a little exciting.

Megan's exhaustion won the day, as she sat up. She looked past the girls, over to her walk-in closet, where she had hung the selection of outfits that Kamika had picked out for her.

"...Okay..." Megan nodded. "I... I could use a day to myself. A little TLC." Megan smiled to herself. "But, um... get dressed everyone, we shouldn't spend all day, um... naked."

"Yes, mistress." They all uttered in unison, pacing for the door. Again, they bumped into one another, all trying to cram into the room at once.

"O-one at a time!" Megan blurted, waving her arms. "P-please, you have to... to work together, you're a team!"

"...We're a team..." The four entranced girl uttered in unison.

"Yes! You're my team!" Megan nodded. "Because I'm your... your mistress."

"Yes... our mistress~" The girls backed away. Kim was the first inside, picking out a skimpy outfit for herself; the other girls stood at attention, waiting their turn.

Megan beamed, clapping her hands enthusiastically. This was great, she was giving them good instructions! She was in control...

It wasn't long until all four girls stood at attention in front of Megan, each garbed in a skimpy two-piece set that left little to the imagination. While Megan had questions about Kamika's choice of attire, the sight of them all in a row made her heart go aflutter.

...Megan remembered herself, and stood up. She remembered her own nudity, and the other girls... all laid their own claims to Kamika's wardrobe. Megan's cheeks flushed.

"Um... hrm..." Megan's eyebrows furrowed. "I-I'm underdressed... oh, Leila? Could you make me something that'll fit me?"

"Yes mistress!~" Leila nodded, slithering out into the hallway. She disappeared into a guest-room, one that doubled as a workshop for Leila. Megan turned to the other girls.

"And it... it's still a little too cramped in here. Let's all go downstairs." Megan nodded.

"Yes, mistress." They all droned in unison; while Megan was impressed with their coordination, she was a touched bemused at the repetitiveness. Covering her chest, she brushed past the girls, taking care not to trip over Cora's tentacles. The other girls filed in behind her.

Megan led the girls to the living room; her tail wagged behind her as she considered her options.

"Hm... gee, I don't know, I... I've never taken a staycation before." Megan chuckled. "What to do..."

"It would be my pleasure to massage you again~" Cora giggled.

"Ah? I..." Megan paused to consider. The first one was exquisite, but...

"I just wish I had a place to lie down..." Megan ran a hand through her long, silvery hair.

"Your wish is my command, Meg~" Iris got down on all fours in front of Megan. Megan staggered back, wondering what Iris was doing. Iris adjusted her posture into a strange posture, like a crab walk that Megan remembered from her school days in gym class. Megan blushed as she made out Iris' fat vulva, pressing against the cheetah-print two piece from Kamika.

Shlurp... Iris' amorphous body shifted bonelessly. Her limbs grew slender, shifting as her elbows and knees seemed to bend out of shape, her joints melting together as her fingers and toes shrunk back into her legs. Her torso and waist rose as her limbs stretched in unison, raising her body as her chest, pointed towards the ceiling, rose up. Iris' entire body, cushioning and almost flat, gently curved into a shape Megan barely recognized from television.

Iris shapeshifted into a massage bed. Megan gingerly lowered a hand to examine it, feeling Iris' soft, pliable skin; Iris shuddered, yet remained there unmoving. Megan was astonished.

"Iris, this is... haha, this is amazing!" Megan cooed. She slid her hands along Iris' supple form, before lowering herself, lying down with her back presented to Cora. Iris' contours perfectly moulded to Megan's body, and she was so warm...

Megan grunted as she could feel Cora's tentacles descend upon her and, in gentle undulations, touched her everywhere she wanted to be touched. They squeezed at her pressurepoints, pulled at her shoulders, pressed on her middle back. Megan could feel her breasts pressing into Iris; in her strange form, Iris shifted again, cupping and massaging Megan's heavy chest, allowing them to breath.

"Yes...." Megan hissed, her tail wagging happily. She raised her head, noticing Kim had been left with nothing to do. She stood at attention.

"Kim? H, how do you feel, about this..." Megan's eyebrows furrowed. "Your girlfriend's upstairs, right?"

"I want to remain by your side, my mistress." Kim nodded. "I want to be in service to you... and Leila feels the same. Being with you makes us... all of us... happy~

Kim giggled happily. Megan paused, and smiled earnestly, wincing as Cora pressed down against Megan. The succubus stirred, settling in.

...Her body tingled as Megan exhaled, letting out another waft of sweet, sweet pheromones around her. The three girls around her swooned happily, and Megan hid a smile of her own.

"Well then... I'm feeling a little peckish. And a little thirsty." Megan's eyelids fluttered. "Could you go into the kitchen and put on some tea? And there'll be some fruit in the crisper as well..."

"You wish is my command, my mistress~" Kim bowed, and sauntered into the kitchen.

"Now then... Cora, no interruptions this time." Cora rested her head against Iris. "Give me everything you got."

"Yes, my mistress~" Cora happily obeyed. Obeying made her feel happy, like the rest of the girls under Megan's spell. She would make sure to give Megan her most luxurious treatment.

Megan folded her arms as her tail wagged happily behind her, her pores relaxing with her as her body, eager to produce pheromones, gently produced pheromones until the room was dense with a thick fog. Megan saw her pheromones differently today. They made the people around her happy, purely blissful, and that was enough for her. And if it made them happy to attend to her every need, she would indulge them too.

Megan moaned happily as a white, steaming hot towel was placed tendering along her upper back, just below her neck. Two tentacles pressed down on the towel until it adhered to her like a second skin. Megan could get used to a lifestyle like this.

"Mistress... let me feed you..."

Megan opened her eyes, finding Kim at the ready with a bowl of strawberries... actually, upon closer inspection, they were strawberries dipped in chocolate. That must've taken some time to prepare, but the sweetness of her pheromones masked the cooking Kim was up to.

But she didn't mind a bit. Megan smiled, and opened her mouth. Kim offered the first one, pressing it to Megan's waiting lips. It was a sensuous experience, how Kim rubbed the strawberry around Megan's pursed lips. Megan took a bite and moaned with delight; it was so sweet and juicy, and the strawberry was perfectly ripe.

"Delicious..." Megan cooed, licking her lips. "More..."

Kim obeyed, presenting another strawberry, feeding her by hand as Iris and Cora worked together to massage and touch Megan in all the right spots. As Cora's tentacles did their magic on Megan's tired bones, Iris shapeshifted in subtle ways to twist and tease at Megan's sensitive parts, massaging her breasts and vulva. Megan was liable to pass out from total bliss if this kept up.

But until she ordered them to stop, they would think of nothing but serving Megan, attending to her every need. Iris would radiate heat for Megan's fatigue, Kim would run to the kitchen and return with new items, and Cora switched up her massage techniques.

The octomaid tenderly placed hot stones along Megan's exposed back... but Megan stirred slightly, wondering if Cora had made a mistake. She knew they should've been hot, but they felt awfully lukewarm.

"...Ah, Kim!" Megan called out. "I have an important job for you..." Megan gestured to the fireplace. "Could you get a fire going?"

Kim obliged without question. It took some time to get a roaring fire going, but when they had a proper fire, Megan instructed Kim to place Cora's massage stones inside the fireplace to let them heat up. And there they sat, until they glowed with intense heat.

"I think that'll do it..." Megan uttered, hiding a wry smile. "Place them on my back. U-use tongs to be safe."

Kim obeyed, pulling them from the fire and, using a wok to carry them in, passed it to Cora; using the tongs, Cora placed the searing hot stones, one by one, along Megan's back...

"Haaaaah~" Megan swooned, feeling the white-hot stones press against her flesh. To a normal human, this would cause terrible burns in a matter of moments. But Megan was no longer a human. She was a beautiful, red hot succubus, and her body had different needs. She didn't feel a sliver of pain, even as she could feel steam and smoke rising from her backside as the stones lined her back.

Her body seemed to melt then and there, becoming pink and translucent, but she held her form. She couldn't stop herself from moaning ecstatically as she felt the stones sinking into her backside, their heat penetrating to her very core, energy travelling to her extremities. She panted, a long tongue lolling over Iris the massage bed.

"K-Kim, tea, bring me my tea..." Megan panted, droplets of gooey ooze streaking along her body. Kim attentively raised a mug of chai tea to the succubus' lips, and Megan sipped needily. She was hot all over, and she loved every second, being groped and squished at from all sides.

"Mistress Megan, I made something very special for you~"

Megan raised her head as the stairs rattled under Leila's incredible weight, her tail slumping down step by step. From this angle, Megan couldn't see what Leila had in her hand, so she tried to push herself up to do it...

"...Ah!?"

Megan yelped as the stones slipped into her backside and settled into her gut. They had cooled somewhat over time so that they were no longer red hot, but they were still hot enough to scald someone... and yet, the way they all settled inside of her translucent slimy body was so terribly arousing. She cradled her bulging, tummy as she looked at the rocks inside; she looked like she was halfway through a pregnancy.

The rocks heated her core, and as they collected near her womb, her vulva twitched. She puffed her cheeks as she spread her legs. Cora, ever ready, slid forward, tentacles sliding along her supple body, wrapping around her shoulders and supporting her back and legs.

"Mm... o-oh god...!" Megan huffed, parting her legs as the rocks slid down and, one by one, they popped out of her, slick in pink slime. The last few seemed to jam in her pussy that she had to push, leaving her short of breath; she smiled bashfully as Cora prodded her tummy with a tentacle, rubbing it tenderly.

"Leila? What'd you bring m... oh, oh."

Megan's pink cheeks flushed a deeper pigment as she saw what Leila had in her hands. She recognized the white lace garments that were Leila's style. The lamia had prepared Megan a pair of lacy-white stockings and opera gloves, a gentle hue of pink with white lacy accents. They were very enchanting...

But the one piece outfit was something else entirely. It was even skimpier than what the girls were wearing; the top comprised of two small hearts that barely covered up her nipples, a lacy collar, and the bottom seemed like it would only cover her asshole and her vagina, leaving her cheeks and hips bare. It was a very immodest get up, and the thin straps that connected the tiny pieces didn't help matters...

"I poured everything into this for you, Megan~" Leila presented the outfit to Megan. "I hope you enjoy it... it would bring me so much happiness to see you wear it."

Megan stared. She thought Leila had fallen under Megan's spell, yet she pulled one over on Megan. Or maybe... this was a manifestation of Leila's hornier thoughts? Megan couldn't say, and she wasn't about to pry.

As the damp towel on her backside slid down, Megan found herself exposed yet again. She examined the skimpy outfit. She thought it was... cute. And exciting. And she definitely wanted to try it on.

She wrapped the collar around her neck and worked downwards, securing the hooks that affixed the heart-shaped bikini top to her breasts. Megan was surprised at how well it fit, how she didn't need to make any adjustments at all. She shuddered with delight, wrapping the undergarments along her quivering vulva, and marvelled at the perfect fit.

Megan turned around to model her new look, her spaded tail wagging behind her. It was skimpy, but it accentuated her best features. She was amazed at how beautiful she was. Everyone talked down to her about how much of a little sister vibe she gave off, even as an adult in her mid twenties, but now she was a sexy, drop-dead gorgeous succubus.

"One more thing..." Leila muttered, reaching for Megan's tail; the succubus squeaked as Leila took it, wrapping another pink boy just shy of the tip. Megan looked it over and grinned.

"Leila, you... you did stunning work. This is amazing..." Megan was at a loss for words.

"I'm glad..." The tip of Leila's tail wagged happily behind her. "I only wish I could make you this happy... every day~"

"...Every day..." Megan paused. She tapped her chin. She acknowledged how the girls in the room admired her appearance... save for Iris, who kept her form as the perfect massage bench.

Megan smiled, patting at the cushioned top, feeling Iris' warm, flushed skin. "Iris... go back to normal."

Iris obeyed, collapsing into a pliable pile of mush that resembled clay, before rapidly reforming into the woman Megan loved most of all. Megan turned around the room, feeling the tenderness and emotion of each of the women in the room.

Megan was at the center of their world. It was a wonderful feeling. And Megan wanted to reward them.

She focused inwards, and her pores flexes, caressing their senses with another blast of her hypnotizing pheromones. They all sighed in unison as Megan took Iris' hand.

"You've all been... amazing to me." Megan said with a humble smile. "Why don't we all... relax together now?"

"As you wish, mistress~" They all uttered in unison; Megan giggled as pulled Iris along resting against Leila's tail. As the other two girls slid in after them, Leila wrapped around, before burying her head within Megan's long, luscious hair.

Kim and Cora took their places, wrapping themselves around one of Megan's legs, each using her warm thighs as pillows. Megan kept Iris at her side, wrapping her arms around her shoulders, pulling her close.

"I wonder if this is... what heaven's like..." Megan wondered to herself, surrounded by people she loved, and who loved her back. Her body buzzed and tingled with excitement, bubbling with positivity as she drank in the feeling of being so close to so many pretty girls.

And Iris still remained at her side. Megan was so grateful. She thought about something she could do for Iris... and then she spotted her spaded devil tail, adorned with the cutesy pink ribbon, and remembered who she was.

"Would you like it if I touched you?" Megan asked Iris.

"Yes... I fantasize about it every day~" Iris smiled. Megan knew Iris well enough that her words were genuine; even through the haze of lust, Iris had always fawned over Megan, always eager to begin the foreplay. This time, it would be Megan's turn to tease Iris.

A sly grin rose to Megan's lips. Her fingers wiggled as she reached towards Iris' waist, tracing her finger down the inside of Iris' thigh; Iris shuddered, her breath shaky and gripped with desire.

Megan leaned forward into Iris's ear...

"Cum for me~" Megan demanded, her breath hot on the nape of Iris' neck.

"Haaaa...!~~~" Iris swooned as she rocked her hips. Silvery fluids dribbled from her aching pussy, soaking into the thin fabric of her skimpy bottom piece; as she bounced, touching herself, adjusting the fabric so her cum could flow freely, Megan cackled with delight at the power she held over her super powered lover.

"My my, you make such a mess sometimes..." Megan tutted, her voice deeper, throatier. She reached for the towel from Cora's massage, dabbing at Iris' thighs to help her clean up. Every touch was torturously pleasurable...

Megan had been so worried about keeping up pretenses and guilting herself into being proper, but now she understood the happiness she could bring people, and the weightlessness of accepting herself as the beautiful, sensuous woman she was.

She was a succubus. And she didn't want to be anything else.

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