Becoming the Succubus - Desires Unleashed (Patreon)

It's a story about turning into a succubus. It will only be the first part of the story, as it will still take some time to complete...

Prelude: Destiny's Siren

I'm David, an insatiable history enthusiast and a young journalist with a penchant for the stories that ancient relics whisper. Driven by curiosity and an unexplainable allure, I find myself before an antique store nestled in the city's labyrinthine streets, a place that seems to defy the relentless march of time.

Entering the store, I'm greeted by an intoxicating mixture of scents - aged wood, musty pages, and a hint of something indescribable, something mystical. The dim light lends an ethereal aura to the place, and the artifacts seem to beckon, whispering tales of eras long gone.

Behind the counter stands a woman, her silver hair cascading down like a shimmering waterfall, her pointed ears adding an ethereal quality to her beauty. Her presence is an enigma - she seems more like a figure from a fantasy tale than an antique shopkeeper.

As I wander around, my eyes meet hers, and I am drawn in by a magnetic pull. She walks towards me, her movements full of an enigmatic grace. Her voice, when she speaks, is a melody, soft yet firm, 

"Looking for something special, David?"

Her knowing my name without prior introduction sends a jolt of surprise through me, but before I can question it, she continues, 

"There are many stories hidden here, but there's one in particular that's been waiting for you."

With that, she produces an old, leather-bound book. The title reads, "Seduction of Shadows: Consorting with the Succubus". She places it in my hands, her eyes gleaming with a blend of anticipation and a strange kind of certainty.

"The tales in this book are more than mere myths, David," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. 

"They are truths waiting to unfold, secrets seeking the right keeper. This book chose you."

My heart races, the weight of her words sinking in. Little do I know, this encounter is more than mere chance—it's the beginning of a journey of profound transformation. A journey that will lead me to question the boundaries of reality and myth, of desire and destiny, and ultimately, my own identity.

Part 1: Unveiling the Forbidden

Upon returning home, a strange excitement coursing through my veins, I can't resist the lure of the ancient book. Its worn leather cover seems to beckon me, whispering promises of forgotten knowledge and arcane secrets. 

Its pages, yellowed by the relentless march of time, are covered in cryptic texts and intricate illustrations. Some are so detailed it feels as if I could step into them and be lost in a world of forgotten lore. The script is unlike anything I've seen before, a mix of symbols and letters that should make no sense, yet, surprisingly, I understand it perfectly. It's as if the book speaks directly to me, sharing its secrets in a language my soul recognizes.

As I delve deeper, my eyes fall upon a certain passage. It's a spell, accompanied by the sensually terrifying figure of a succubus. They are said to seduce men with their unearthly beauty and magical powers.

The spell, written in bold, alluring script, promises to bestow the 'ultimate pleasure' upon the one who performs it. It's a tantalizing claim, one that lights a flame of curiosity in me. The lure of the forbidden, the promise of an experience beyond my wildest dreams, is impossible to resist.

Before I know it, I'm lost in a whirlwind of preparations. Following the detailed instructions in the book, I recreate the complex magic circle, meticulously copying every symbol and line. The air grows thick with anticipation as I gather the required items, each one adding to the building sense of the uncanny.

Finally, with everything set, I find myself standing in the center of the meticulously drawn circle. The clock strikes midnight, the witching hour, the perfect time for a ritual of this nature. I begin to recite the spell. The words, though foreign, roll off my tongue as if I've spoken them a thousand times before.

As the last syllable echoes in the room, an electrifying silence fills the air. I stand there, heart pounding, waiting for something, anything, to happen. But as the seconds tick by, there's no sign of a mythical creature or an earth-shattering experience of pleasure.

A sigh escapes me, a mix of relief and disappointment. Shaking my head, I decide to retire for the night, little knowing that the real transformation is just about to begin.