v2 CHAPTER THREE: (18+) In which a succubus seeks her way through a gauntlet of clashing wills.

As Una spoke the words of agreement, binding her to obedience, something in the air snapped and the atmosphere grew crisp and clean. A breeze wafted across the bare summit. Nezz’s vast form coalesced, clouds of sooty debris collapsing in and growing dense, assuming a humanoid shape. In the center of a strange storm, Thomas Spencer’s limp form hung in mid-air like a macabre marionette. It remained tethered by tendrils of dust to the mass of swirling debris that harnessed the man’s body as an anchor, layering onto it and creating a new form.

The entirety of Nezz condensed until it was eighteen feet tall, then fifteen. What remained of Thomas Spencer disappeared within new layers of flesh, bronzed and rippling with muscle. The mask-like pyramid head faded, replaced by a new skull that rapidly gained sinew, muscle, and skin. The human-like head sprouted hair, long and dark, falling in waves around Nezz’s broad shoulders. Streaks of honey-blonde appeared in the soot-black locks. Highlights? A strange choice, thought Una. Or is it a choice?

The new body’s powerful neck flowed into a torso with the tapering muscles of a swimmer. As Nezz grew more defined, a fine trail of black hair snaked down his broad chest to form a thick tuft at his groin. Eyes grew in and rolled into place, glowing with lambent light as the rest of the face filled out. He had a full lower lip and a square jaw with a faint stubble: masculine, but nothing like the handsome warmth of John. Nezz’s visage was cruel and demanding.

Spencer’s head disappeared into the new, chiseled torso, swallowed into flesh. Una stared as Nezz shaped himself from the mass he’d absorbed out of the land itself. The demon lord grunted as his cock pushed out of the unshaped flesh at his crotch. The new cock was thick, uncut, and curved slightly to the right.

Nezz looked down at his handiwork and seemed pleased, though the smile never touched his eyes. Una found herself unable to pull her gaze aside as Nezz grew testicles, cupping them with a huge hand as he surveyed the peak of the mountaintop. The sight of him doing so filled her with dread.

She swallowed and felt the pulse in her throat as her mouth grew dry. The archdemon clearly intended to use her like a succubus, as she’d intimated—but the cock in front of her, dangling between trunk-like legs, was easily the size of a tree branch. Still, the urge to touch it was overpowering. Am I already falling under his control, or am I just being a horny demoness?

Una resisted the impulse and waited, not daring to look up. She didn’t have to: the force of Nezz’s will made it impossible for her to ignore his every movement, as if her senses had become an extension of his consciousness. She sensed him drawing closer, hefting his cock in one hand, thrumming with arousal.

“Do you enjoy the form I’ve created to use you, my pet?” Nezz’s tone held no fondness or warmth, only cold self-interest. “You should. I’m neither succubus nor incubus, but control… has many forms. I drew this one from your desires.”

Una looked up at Nezz’s new visage, startled. Holy shit. I know that face, she realized. The hair is completely different, but… he looks like Mr. Carter. Her high school gym teacher, but clean-shaven and with flowing hair. She flushed as she remembered her teenage years. The boy so turned on by his teacher’s athletic, sweaty body that he’d hidden in a bathroom stall to masturbate furiously. She remembered imagining what his dick was like, what it might be like to hold it, kiss it. But he was damn certain that the real Mr. Carter wasn’t endowed to this degree.

“How shall I use you, then?” His voice was deep and mocking, vibrating through her bones. Nezz’s hands were large enough to wrap around her whole skull. Intimidation is the crudest form of control, she thought. He’s nothing but a bully. “Now that you’re mine, I can make you feel anything, do anything that I want. Shall I pleasure you until you faint? Until you’ve reached the limits of your endurance?”

On instinct, she stepped back as he drew closer, but tried to tilt her head forward as she shifted her weight to her back foot, turning the move into a coy gesture. The fear itself was intoxicating in its own way. The fear, and her need to resist it.

“Remember, Lord Nezz… only for a time. And though you may command me, my mind and soul belong to no one save myself.” But another feeling curled through one corner of her mind. I’m so tired of running, fighting, resisting…

Nezz’s smile was malicious, almost a leer, and showed his sharp canines, long as needles but thick and white. “Shall we test your contention? Probe the boundaries between body and mind, willingness and helpless submission? For instance… you desire this man, don’t you, Una?” Nezz said it, and his words echoed an old truth, then became a new one.

The memory of Michael’s lustful memories stirred within Una, like the rustling of dry leaves in the wind. Her hands ached to reach out and stroke Nezz’s newly formed body. Instead, she brought her fingers close and found her own nipples stiffening under them. Her breathing quickened. The image of his face and his cock together—so masculine, so dominant, and so incredibly wrong—seemed to consume her every thought. Her knees trembled, as if they could barely hold her upright.

Una bit her lip to resist the feeling. The sensations that ran through her were nothing like her earlier pleasures. Those had welled up from her own inclinations, even those long-suppressed, and this—these feelings were descending on her like a downpour. Her core warmed and her cunt flooded with liquid need. The wetness ran down her inner thighs and trickled into the fur of her hooves, soaking the thin fabric that remained of her uniform, making it stick to her body. Her hips thrust forward involuntarily, her hand going down to cup her sex. Una’s face flushed with embarrassment as she writhed with need.

It would be so easy to just give in, she thought. Do and be whatever someone else wants… become Nezz’s puppet, if only for a short while. She fought the urge, not knowing the source of her conflicting feelings, but all her inclinations were mingling. She could not deny how her body craved the strength and dominance embodied by Nezz’s perfect physique. Whoever inhabited the man’s flesh, she wanted him above her and buried in her, hilt-deep and without shame.

Nezz laughed with delight. The sound was deeper than that of a human, resonating like a rockfall in some dark pit. “You’re all the same, aren’t you? No matter how hard you try to be independent, you’re drawn to mastery like moths to a flame. Even a half-formed succubus, still discovering herself, wants a powerful male to bend to her will.”

He was in front of her now, and the smell of him filled her nose: earthy, pungent, and strong, the smell of an apex predator. He took a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back to look up at him, and his erect cock bobbed inches from her face. She wanted to wrap her lips around it so badly it was painful, though it was large enough that the effort would be futile. Una fought to hold herself still, pushing back against the torrents of desire and trying to stay on her hooves. But her body ached to collapse in front of Nezz and spread her legs wide for him.

Una shook her head and struggled to form words. “N-no… no, I… I can control myself, and… I want… something else.” Her lips quivered, and she pressed them together to still them. She needed to concentrate. She could fight this and would fight this. “I want you—”

Una stopped, aware that her mouth was hanging open, drool dangling from her lips. “Unh—I want you to take control, Lord Nezz.” She gasped, the admission erupting from her with a sense of relief. His will buffeted against her consciousness, inundating her like an ocean, and she no longer knew where her will ended and his began.

“Ah, there it is, that need for a male’s touch,” Nezz purred, a satisfied grin spreading across his face as he tightened his grip on her hair. His fingers wove into her black locks, twisting her head so she had to stare up at him. It was painful, but not unduly so. And fuck… oh fuck, this is hot, she thought. I hate this bastard, and hating him is making me wetter.

“You are something special, aren’t you?” the archdemon crooned. “So new that you’ve no idea what you’re capable of. But full of old power at the same time. How did they make you? Where is Yael, exactly?” Now he was asking questions with genuine curiosity, questions she didn’t want to answer.

She wrapped her hands around his massive shaft, gripping him with both hands, running her thumbs along the thick veins on either side of his cock, giving in to the overwhelming urge to touch him. “Please, Lord Nezz… let me pleasure you. Let me… show you how good I can be.” Her mouth hung open, drool spilling off her tongue and down her chin as she tried, and failed, to encircle his cock with both of her hands.

“One… track mind,” Nezz gasped, apparently not immune to the touch of a succubus. “And not jaded like your… sisters. There has not been a new succubus for centuries, as far as… I know. Yes… I will be the one to take you.” Inwardly, something in Una laughed. Does the control freak really think he’s my first?

Outwardly, she panted as she pressed her tongue against the side of Nezz’s swollen manhood. What’s happening to me? Do I want this, or is he shaping me into something I’m not? How would I even know? There was only the need to couple, to press her flesh against his.

Then another thought whispered through her head. Bide your time, it said. Choose the moment to reveal your strength; this is the way.

Confused, she reached out with an unspoken question, just as she used to in her days of captivity. Yael? Is that you? What do you mean, bide my time? But no answer came, just the faint sensation of a caress that was swept away by the smell and texture of the massive cock in her grasp.

“So dutiful,” Nezz groaned, sinking to his knees. Una ran her tongue up his length, taking care to caress his swollen tip. She traced a bead of fluid around the flared ridge with the tip of her tongue before licking her way up the thick, pulsing vein at one side of his shaft. The whole organ was more massive than the fertility-themed phallus statues she recalled from religious studies, so she worshipped it like a sign of divinity.

“I will give you what you need,” Nezz intoned. “Feed you like a pet. You want to play with pleasure, succubus? I can give you the sensations you most desire, so that you’ll never want this day to end. By your own will, you will follow me and lie at the foot of my bed, begging for more.”

Una nodded, more to allow her tongue to slide up and down his shaft again than out of any conscious desire to obey. “Yes… please… oh yes, my Lord Nezz,” she whispered, trying to hide the quiver in her voice. She stroked him again and slid her mouth down towards the heavy weight of his testicles, and pressed her own hot, needy wetness against the side of his broad thigh.

Nezz shuddered with pleasure. “Now…” he gasped, “Let us see how you fare if I let the reins loose.” He snapped two enormous fingers, his talon-like nails clicking. “Be yourself. I release you.”

A changing sensation washed over Una. She still trembled with need, but the ache in her core wasn’t as urgent, her focus not so single-minded. The gigantic cock in front of her face still astonished her senses but seemed more grotesque than moments before, faintly absurd in its scale. What was Nezz doing? Then she realized: he wants to see how I’ll react now. It’s a test. But what reaction does he expect, what role to play?

Una blinked and fell backwards onto her haunches. “What… what did you do to me?” She let her fear and anger show clearly in her expression, her jaw clenching with simulated revulsion. “I said you could command me, not play with my feelings and desires. Defiler!” Is this what he seeks? The shock and horror of an ingenue?

“Nothing you don’t really want yourself,” Nezz growled, reaching forward to grab Una’s horns and dragging her closer. “Interference in your subconscious, the part of your mind you still want to own, still seem to… mostly.”

He gripped Una’s horns with his powerful hands and hoisted her until she was level with his eyes. His breath was warm on her face, his teeth like ivory knives in the corners of his mouth. “This is what it is to serve Nezz,” he said. “I dictate when and what you feel. Now… thirst for consummation.”

Una felt her insides clench, the flood of wetness in her sex even stronger. The throbbing need for release grew unbearable, the sudden surge of heat between her legs as intense as any she’d felt in her life. She brought her hands to her pussy and started rubbing her fingers across her slick labia and swollen clit, desperate for relief from the torrent of arousal. She cried out, not with lust but with a mix of fury and pain, though she felt a wave of satisfaction roll over her from the act.

So great was Una’s need, so intense her arousal that her entire body quivered with each touch. The smallest contact sent ripples through her skin and set off waves of sensation within her core. And yet, her tension did not erupt into spasms, and she found no release. Instead, the succubus instinctively coiled it within her, building it. Hani-yuo-toa.

She let her eyes fall half-closed, watching Nezz through lidded eyes as she worked herself with both hands, sliding two fingers inside herself and thrusting. Nezz stared at her, transfixed by her carnal abandon. Una saw him lift a hand and place it over his cock, grasping himself at the base, squeezing himself rhythmically. The archdemon was playing with himself while she fingered herself in his grasp.

Eager to help, Una’s tail slid around her waist towards her ass, writhing against her thighs. It tried to get at her dripping pussy, desperate to enter her and provide more pleasure. Nezz reached down and grasped the writhing tail, then tugged on it so hard it nearly tore out of Una’s back.

She let out a scream of pain and rage and clawed at his arm, tearing a line of black ichor that oozed thick as tar. Nezz merely grunted, his leer unbroken, and hoisted Una by horns and tail, raising her so she dangled above his face like a prize, a morsel. She screamed again, her voice trembling with fear and humiliation, struggling against the vise of his grip and kicking out with her cloven hooves.

“We’ll have none of that,” Nezz boomed. “I claim the pleasure of entering your flesh, as your Master. If you continue to defy me, to seek your own pleasure without my say-so, I shall turn your will against itself and shatter it, reducing you to the worm you are. Beg for your salvation, little worm.”

He squeezed Una’s horns harder and the pain in her skull grew, radiating through her brain like the light of the sun. Una cried out, not knowing if it was the pain or the thought of having her will crushed that brought her to the brink of surrender. Still, her spirit railed against Nezz’s abuse, though she felt her will bend and crumble. “F-fuck you!” she stammered, tears running down her face.

“Your resistance only increases my pleasure,” Nezz hissed, leaning in and opening his mouth to engulf her neck in his hot, dry embrace. She felt his deadly fangs against her throat, but then his grip relaxed. Una sagged in his grasp and let out a small sob as Nezz carried her towards the edge of the summit, setting her on a broad, raised slab of stone at the peak’s north face.

Una blinked up at the Lord of Hell through a film of tears that she desperately wished would dry. Nezz’s face was an inhuman mask, with those glowing red eyes, his canines as sharp as razors. The tip of his cock glistened with fluid, bobbing against the wall of his midsection. The whole of him seemed so impossibly large, like the earth itself was bearing down on her in an avalanche.

“You will learn obedience, whelp.” Nezz placed one broad, black-nailed foot on the stone next to her. “And I will harness you as I would a colt. Yael, be she your sire or sister… they once called her the Unbreakable Ever-Swaying, as if she were a field of grass. You are clearly not she. You reek of mortal imperfection.” Una took a deep breath. I know more about him now than I did an hour ago, she thought. I know what makes him tick, and I can sense the distance between my own raging desires and his forced demands.

“Here is your test, little speck. Abase yourself before me.” Una found her body moving on its own, without willing it into motion. She dropped to her knees and bent herself over the rock, lowering her chest and resting her face against the cold, flat surface. The rough surface scratched her nipples and belly, sending waves of pain through her; the sharp sensation seemed to offset her mounting lust.

“Clean me,” Nezz intoned, and Una abruptly found herself licking the archdemon’s foot, bathing it with her tongue as he watched with burning eyes. The smell of him filled her nostrils, pungent and rank. Una tasted a bit of dirt and some residual ichor, and licked at his heel as he curled his toes, a signal for more attention.

The succubus moaned, feeling a twinge of humiliation and fear, but her shame and helplessness increasingly mingled with her lust. It was too easy—too easy to let herself obey. Did she have any other choice?

The scent of his flesh seemed to drive her on. Her mouth hung open, her lips trailing along the contours of his massive foot. Her tail wagged as if of its own volition. The ache between her legs had faded somewhat, though she could feel it coming back as she ground herself against the rock.

“Good girl,” he said, and the words resonated within her like the ringing of a bell, making her cunt twitch with pleasure. Her hips twitched and her thighs pressed together, trying to create friction to satisfy the emptiness in her core. Nezz pulled his foot away and reached down, running a thick, powerful hand along the side of her body, up and down her back and across her shoulders. “Now,” he continued, “present yourself to me.”

Una hesitated. Her will fought to rebel, to stop herself from following the demon’s command, but she quelled those feelings. This is the way. On her hands and knees, she turned to face away from the great demon, looking out over the forests below, and raised her hips to show her glistening slit to Nezz.

The breeze wafted over her bare sex, bringing the smell of her arousal to her nose. Her hips lifted with the desire to fuck, but her body stayed in position, offering herself up for the archdemon’s use. She turned her head to stare back at him, and on his face she saw an expression of dark hunger. Yes, that’s it.

The air grew warmer around them, as if Nezz was gathering the heat of the sun to him like a bonfire. Below, the tops of pines swayed in the breeze. The archdemon sank to his knees, gripping Una’s ass in both hands. His fingers sank into her soft flesh and his palms spread her wide as the substantial weight of his massive cock came to rest on her back. She gasped; the thing was heavy enough to bow her.

“What do you think would happen to your body,” he said, “if I plunged myself into your womb?” His fingers pressed against her slick lips, opening her as she shivered in his grasp, a flush of pleasure rolling over her like the warmth of a campfire.

Una shook her head. “I-I don’t know. It’s—it’s just… so big, I can’t even—” She couldn’t finish her thought; her mind flooded with images of that shaft forced into her, splitting her apart. Would she bleed? Die? Would her insides tear asunder, like ripe fruit bursting in the sun? Or would it fill her demonic flesh completely, distending her with its shape? She bit her lip and gasped as she felt his thick head pushing against her opening, parting her, threatening to penetrate her and violate her body, claiming her.

“Please—” she gasped, unable to stop herself from begging. “Please, Lord… no—!” She arched her spine, trying to twist away from the immense presence at her entrance, even as he held her at the back of her neck, his grip implacable. Then something shifted, and the pressure was gone. She looked back and saw Nezz cupping her pussy in one hand and massaging it, stroking her labia with his fingertips, and gently brushing her swollen clit. The relief of it made her whimper and buck against his hand, grinding herself against his palm as her legs quivered with the need to orgasm.

He slid one long-taloned finger into her, and Una let out a strangled gasp. Her muscles clamped around it, squeezing him tightly as she tensed with desire. Her juices were running down his hand and coating his finger as he slowly eased it as deep as possible. She felt his dagger-like claw brush her g-spot, and a bolt of pleasure ran through her body.

“You want me,” he growled, and it wasn’t a question. She felt herself grow hot, the feeling in her stomach a rising, roiling flame, ready to consume her from the inside out. “But I want more of you. Now, listen closely…” He leaned forward, bringing his black-maned head close to hers. His musk filled her nostrils as she stared into the strange red-gold glow of his eyes and the flaring slits of pupils.

“Grow,” Nezz commanded. Una felt the words enter her body, felt the energy flow from Nezz’s finger: the same energy which had assembled the archdemon’s own body from inert matter. Una’s eyes grew wide with fear and confusion. “What… what are you—”

The pressure within her rose, but melted outwards into her hips, her belly, her breasts. Her body stretched and expanded with a series of popping noises and creaks. New flesh rippled outwards like molten glass from the base of her spine to her shoulder blades and along her ribs and limbs.

Una let out a high-pitched shriek of pain and surprise as she grew. The skin on her arms stretched taut, distended by new, thick cords of muscle layered with fat. She could see her forearms swelling, the tendons growing like ropes beneath the skin. The curves of her hips were rounding out further, the bones of her pelvis widening.

Beneath Una, her breasts had swelled as well, pushing against the remaining fabric of her uniform and tearing the material like wet paper. They seemed to swell out of their own accord, like dough in a mold, pushing up from beneath her and growing pendulous, then massive.

Una cried out in shock as she watched them expand to a size she could scarcely believe, dangling below her with surprising heft. The extra weight pulled at her neck like a noose. She struggled to support her breasts as she writhed on the ground—but then the muscles of her back and shoulders grew too, strengthening and bulging.

The power reshaped her like clay, her body sculpted by the force of Nezz’s will into something else. Her face felt stretched and taut, and her cheeks, lips and nose swollen and round. She moved her head, seeing that her hair was also bursting forth, thickening and lengthening into a great, wild mane. Between her legs, she felt the transformation working its way through her cunt, engorging her lips, plumping up her clit, expanding her inner folds until her body became a vessel filled to bursting. The muscles of her cunt clenched powerfully, sending an intensified ripple of need through her nerves.

Una sat up, her mind reeling. Around her, the sky and the clouds bore silent witness to her strange ordeal. She flexed her hands—even her hands, so slender before, had become meaty, powerful things with new muscle. Claws grew from the ends of her fingers, long and curved, more talons than fingernails.

“No,” she whispered, though it was difficult to form words, to shape the air. Her voice had grown husky, deep and resonant. “Why have you done this to me?” I must be a dozen feet tall, she thought, staring at the horizon as her vision seemed to narrow, then widen. “Why are you making me—me like this?” She reached down with a massive hand to grasp her left breast and knead it with a large, soft palm, as if trying to contain its vastness. She let out a small whimper. “This isn’t… it isn’t who I am…”

“Who are you?” Nezz said, standing above her and placing his foot on her thigh. “It matters not. You are mine to use. And now you are ready.”