As a young succubus in training and working in the library to pay for her classes, it’s against the rules to feed by drawing on just anyone’s energy. She had to make her own by pleasuring herself in the privacy of the dorm, or a closet if she couldn’t make it, or by making out with her roommate, or by finding a lover. The last one is best because happy lovers cast off the loveliest sexual energy and it is a lot more fun.
After watching Dylan for a while, she started wearing her kilt higher, undoing a few buttons on her blouse, teasing people with glimpses of her sexiest lacy bras. Her friend and elder by a few years – she is only twenty-four, while Shay is nineteen – caught her while she is high up on a ladder. Shay plans to make sure she is in the Physical Magic section when Dylan is in the library to give him a generous view up her skirt. The G-string would leave just enough to the imagination.
Deena climbed up the ladder behind her and gave her buttock a pinch, making her squeak and half-turn. There is no space between them, and Deena’s hand is cupping one of her cheeks appreciatively. “I’m trying to get Dylan to look at me, and I’m not allowed to use my power to force him,” Shay explained in an urgent whisper.
“I like what you’re doing, but it’s no way to get Dylan’s attention,” Deena’s thumb grazed her sex, feeling the shape of her through the small triangle of white fabric. “I like you, and I’m bored, so I’ll play with you whenever you’re in the mood, but he’s one of the finest men on campus, and he pretends to like a little more class. I catch him looking at me all the time.” That thumb teased, slowly tracing the edges of her panties before slipping over the swell of tender lips the fabric covered. Shay stared at her for a moment, shocked.
Deena’s other hand caressed her waist through her loose white shirt and slipped inside to trace the shape of her lacy bra. The woman’s brown eyes stared into hers, as though she is watching for any sign of refusal, but Deena wasn’t about to turn her attention away. The hurried fondling of a woman who’s been daydreaming about such an encounter for some time, the energy wafting off her is wonderfully erotic and playful.
The hand exploring her breast found her nipple and felt it through her bra. Those experienced fingers had it hard in only a few seconds. “You know you’re gorgeous, right?” she asked as her fingers gently pinched and played with that nub. Her other hand cupped Shay’s sex in her palm, holding it firmly for a moment before going back to gently tracing her intimate space through her panties. “I’m never so bold, but I don’t have time to be bashful today, and I’ve wondered if we could play for a while, hoped for it,” Deena whispered.
The sexual energy Deena radiates intense, it’s been building for a while. The older woman is giving in to a temptation she’d avoided for a while, and Shay absorbed the intoxicating aura fumes, her spirit, and body growing more excited by the encounter as it continued. She took the sight of her superior in, looking at her as a potential lover for the first time.
Deena’s makeup wasn’t overstated, just enough to suit her olive complexion, bring out her eyes. There is a little soft color and gloss on her lips. Her glasses and brown hair could have made her look mousy, but it only made her more intriguing. Even though she has big breasts, no one would complain about her wearing the minimum uniform for the library. A white collared shirt and a skirt or kilt. She stepped it up with a dark grey vest fitted tight like her matching pencil skirt.
They both had a stretchy panel built in down the middle that featured the Eastman tartan plaid.
Black stockings and her thick, high heels completed the outfit. “I can help you draw Dylan to you,” Deena said, her hand cupping Shay’s sex gently. They were at the limit of flirtation allowed in the library, touching over the clothing and some kissing. Magic and sex were complimentary, and many encounters began in the Eastman Library for that very reason. Deena’s fingers lightly caressed her through the triangle of her panties before slipping away. “I can give you a few things to wear, and we’ll tone your makeup down a little, so he notices you more. That’s unless you don’t want to change for him, which I understand.” Deena started climbing down the ladder. “I like you the way you are, especially if that’s how you want to look.”
Still tingling from Deena’s touch, Shay climbed down quickly. “I don’t know how I want to look,” she said. “I was taught to dress to catch what I want, who I want. I love the way you look, it’s so sexy, but it’s classy enough to suit you. I’d love to have your confidence and style.”
“Oh, I fake my confidence sometimes,” Deena stepped up to her; they were almost nose-to-nose. “But my secrets knowing what I want, making a plan and then going after it with the belief I’ll have it—or him or her. Do you want my help? You can start exploring new looks with a little librarian number tomorrow.”
“Yes,” Shay replied, expecting a condition she’ll have to meet. This looked like a trade, maybe a fun one, and she is interested.
“I’ve never played with a succubus before, and I’ve been admiring you for a while.”
Shay smiled nervously. “I didn’t notice.” It is unusual for a succubus to miss an opportunity to explore a new playmate, especially someone like Deena.
“I made sure,” Deena said, fingering the silver pentacle dangling from her black choker. “I used a concealment spell. I’ll help if we can play a little, but I don’t have much time, so it’ll have to be in the storage room.”
“Okay,” Shay replied, grinning, hungry for a large helping of her sexual energy.
Dylan’s astonished by what he is seeing. He is on his way to pick up the next book in Practices of the Warden, a book on using physical magic to shield him. When Dylan saw, Deena – the prettiest, classiest young librarian in the Eastman Library – trap Shay at the top of a ladder and slip her hand up the younger woman’s short skirt. He rushed to the other side of the shelf and looked between the books, removing a few so he could see up the ladder from a sort of side angle. He could just barely see Deena’s hand up Shay’s skirt, and he is in time to see the senior librarian slip a hand into her subordinate’s blouse.
He couldn’t make out what they were saying, and he couldn’t use a sound enhancement spell because they’ll catch him. Most magic in the library is against the rules; something about keeping the books safe, so he strained to hear. At first, Shay looked surprised, her pink, glossy lips frozen in a pretty O, dark eyes wide. Those beautiful eyes closed as Deena spoke to her while she caressed the younger woman’s sex and the surrounding tender skin around her tiny white panties.
Did they forget they were in the Library? He knew flirting, petting and kissing is OK as long as it is quiet and not a distraction, but Deena is still a supervisor, Shay a neophyte trusted with only the essential tasks of re-shelving and cleaning. Dylan couldn’t see precisely what Deena is doing, but her hand is up there, moving against Shay’s panties. The younger woman’s bottom is beautiful, her legs a dream, and her calm, but reserved arousal is merely stunning.
He’d noticed her before but thought she is a little too trashy looking for his father’s approval. Any girl he fancied had to stand up to his scrutiny eventually, and Shay seemed too unique for a short-term fling, so she’d finally have to stand up to his father’s tests. It wasn’t fair, she is beautiful, especially while teased or pleased – it is hard to tell which – by someone. He should be allowed to pursue anyone he wants, regardless of how they dressed, but he wouldn’t chase after Shay only to ask her to change for his father. He wouldn’t try to charm her into the back room for a quick encounter, either. Something about her made her seem so precious, even as her superior caressed her most intimate space with that little smile on her face.
Deena is a beauty as well, but she seemed so stuck up that he’d only consider her for a quick encounter or two. He scoffed at himself quietly, immediately disbelieving the very idea that he’d have a chance with Shay or a ghost of a chance with Deena. Even though he is admiring the bare shape of Shay’s legs and bottom while Deena teased her intimately, he knew the idea of being with either woman is pure fantasy. Ladies like that were out of reach, mysterious creatures that chose their mates from teeming crowds of eager suitors using criteria that is maddeningly difficult to decipher. He might be the son of one of the most powerful dark magicians on the Estate, and a quarter demon, but not even magic would give him more than a fleeting chance with either one of those dark angels.
Deena withdrew her hands from beneath Shay’s clothing and began her descent down the four rungs of the ladder. Dylan quietly straightened up, his manhood straining against his dress pants, and retreated. From a few shelves over, he caught a glimpse of the women beating their own quick retreat into a storage room.
Deena is thrilled to have a chance to play with Shay. The young succubus is an eager sexual partner, like many of her kind, but her poor roommate made her appetite legendary.
Hannah absolutely enjoyed Shay’s attention at first; the succubus had a way of making her feel sexy and desirable, which is something she needed badly when the semester started. As a lover, Hannah would have enjoyed Shay immensely. As a roommate, the succubus has become a bit of a nightmare. At first, her regular carnal attention is welcome, but it became hard to study or sleep.
Nothing kept you awake like a succubus creeping into your bed, kissing your neck, fondling you until you were awake and then treating you to a chain of orgasms. It is great until the tenth or eleventh night in a row kept up until four in the morning when you had to get up at six.
Hannah might have been in dire straits with Shay, but it sounded like heaven to Deena, who didn’t want a relationship with men because she is waiting for the right one and liked women almost as much as men. Shay is also sweet, her disposition nearly too sunny for the library. It would only be a matter of time before she flipped and left the Dark Enclave Library to join a circle of Light Magicians. That is unless someone enthralled her.
They rushed into the textbook storage room, Deena locked it behind them, and they kissed, her mouth taking Shay’s urgently. There really wasn’t much time; she had to attend a meeting forced to listen to financial reports from the different arms of the Eastman Enclave for two hours or more. Most of the presenters were old men who couldn’t add spice to the report even if their pockets filled with paprika. Her part of the report would take five minutes; she had the bookstore section of the library running correctly.
Shay kisses back, pulling Deena to her so tightly she almost can’t release the buttons holding her vest closed. Shay found the zipper on the back of her skirt and pulled it down, pushing the garment to the floor. “Do you like me, Shay?” Deena asked. “Honestly,” she tasted, admired the young woman’s full lips with her own before letting her answer. The encounter could end in a moment; she wanted one more taste of her in case it did.
“You’re so pretty,” Shay answered. “Classy, sexy, I thought I’d have to wait until I could use my powers before I could play with you. I thought I’d have to put a succubus hex on you.”
That irked her. Shay would use her powers to take her if she could. Deena pushed Shay away and unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a silk and lace black bra. “You’d force me to be with you? Bad little succubus.” She pulled the cups of her bra down, tugged her nipples until they were tight, hard.
“I mean, I…”
“You realize I’d choose your punishment if I caught you,” Deena said, reaching out and catching Shay’s shirt collar. She drew her close with a jerk, taking her mouth, coaxing her tongue forward until they entangled. Deena stepped out of her skirt and slowly pulled away from their kiss, biting the succubus’ lip, licking its smooth, soft surface before pulling a little and letting it go. “I could lie,” she threatened. “Tell them you lured me in here; ask to have you enthralled to me.”
“No, please,” Shay plead.
Deena pushed her head down towards her breast, it didn’t take much effort at all, and Shay drew her nipple into her hot mouth, toying with it, pinching with her lips. The tingles it sent through her body were beautiful, and it’s made better by the steady rhythm the young succubus timed her attention to. “You’d be mine. I would strip you down, explore every inch of your body and do whatever I fancied. Perhaps I’d paddle your bottom, fill your pussy with a nice big dildo, or sit you on a sex machine and tell you not to come while I play with the rest of you, maybe force you…”
Deena pushed Shay’s head down until she is kneeling between her thighs. Black satin panties separated the succubus from her sex, and Deena cooed as Shay planted her nose firmly against the triangle of cloth and inhaled. “…force you to eat my pussy for an entire afternoon.”
“What else?” Shay asked, her voice trembling.
The prospect of being her slave is exciting her young succubus. Deena moved her panties to the side, revealing her smooth sex. If it weren’t for magic, she’d have a nice trimmed triangle there, but it is easy to stay hairless, so she did. Shay’s tongue lapped at her once lightly, her dark eyes staring up at Deena.
“You may eat my pussy,” Deena said, leaning back against boxes of books. Shay’s hands ran up her thigh-high stockings, slipping behind her where she cupped her buttocks. “Hard. I don’t have much time.”
The most intimate, sensitive space on Deena’s body is partially slurped into Shay’s mouth, and her tongue explored. Her folds were released slowly, one hand moved into place to expose her intimate lips, and she remembered that she is supposed to tell Deena more about what she’d do if she’s enthralled to her. It is a little harder while she is having her pussy explored by the succubus’ mouth. “I’d tell Dylan all about you; make sure he is so eager to fuck you that he’d take you like a tropical storm. You’d be all dressed up, told that something special is about to happen. I’d buy you the nicest dress, make sure you loved it, and when you met him that night, he’d rip it off.”
“I hear he’s very well endowed,” Deena continued. Her succubus found her secret pleasure bud hiding in her inner folds and held it with her soft lips. Shay’s tongue brushed the tip, and she gasped, it is almost too intense. Shay backed off a little and began to lap at the fold hiding her pink bud firmly, regularly, slipping a finger inside her to massage her passage. It is harder to concentrate, but she went on. “He’s… a… brute… in… bed…” she said before a little peak of pleasure gave her a sweet release. Shay continued lapping, stroking her inside with her finger. “Dylan will be big, especially for you since you’re only nineteen and little more than five feet tall. I’d make sure he knew you wanted him, that no matter what you said you didn’t want him to hold back. You’d suck his cock, lick his balls, and eat his ass before getting him off in your mouth. All so he could last longer when he pummels you with his huge cock.” She is aware that her language is getting crasser as she felt a much bigger orgasm approaching.
Shay wasn’t the best she’d had, but she is excellent. “He’d fuck you wide open,” that brought a groan from her succubus as she kept lapping at her with a strict, regular pace. “I’d have my lover there, and as Dylan finished, we’d begin. I would treat you – you’d have Dylan’s lust to feed your spirit, then you’d have my lover and me to feed on as well – and you’d watch as he made me scream for all the right reasons. I’d show you how to please, taking my turn at making him groan and growl while I took him in my mouth. Then I’d let him fuck me in the ass for the first time. A treat for him, and for you until you realize that Dylan means to do the same to your poor tight behind.” Deena is close; it is time to finish the story. “By the end of the night, I’d make sure you had so much pleasure and sex to feed on that you’d never want to leave me…”
A bloom of hot ecstasy burst inside Deena, her legs were wobbly, and Shay steadied her as the wave of pleasure spread across her body, leaving her legs and arms tingling, her head fuzzy. “Gracious! Good gracious!” Deena breathed, her belly trembling with aftershocks. Shay watched from below, smiling, her dark eyes taking it all in. When it is finally over, Deena wished it wasn’t, that she really could have the succubus stay down there all afternoon, but she stroked the lovely young woman’s black hair. “That is very good.”
A peek at her watch told her she had to be at the meeting in seven minutes. “You have to go?” Shay asked quietly.
“Yes, I’m sorry.”
Shay retrieved Deena’s skirt from the floor and shook it out before holding it for her. To her surprise and titillation, Shay dressed her with care. “You would be a good master,” she said as she buttoned Deena’s blouse. “I know you wouldn’t be mean, and you’d make sure I stayed fed, happy enough, and wouldn’t be bored. I’m not smart, but I know I’ll get into trouble eventually, and I hope someone like you puts the collar on me. Maybe it could actually be you.”
Deena knew she’d be late, but she took a moment to kiss Shay softly. She could taste her own juices on her lips, in her mouth and she regretted that they had to stop. “I would be good to you, you’re right.” Sadly, she knew she would be leaving soon. The opportunity is approaching for her to join her sister with the Light Magicians. Before she went, she’d at least make sure that Shay could properly entice Dylan.
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