A Lingering Lust by Lavenderpandy (Patreon)

It’d been months since her harrowing ordeal in the Elderlands, still the Pandorican witch could not clear her mind of experience with the succubus. Where once she was filled with a drive to gain knowledge and power, the young caenisian daughter was filled with an insatiable lust. No longer able to fulfill her desires through mortal means, she hungered for something more. Long nights with many kin, both male and female alike, convinced her of the limitations of the mundane, and she began to pursue other perversions to sate her lust.

After going from partner to partner, and one debased act to the next, the Biencien Witch searched for something that could feel the need burning inside of her. She had not been enthralled as many of her covenmates had thought, instead, she was experiencing the advanced states of withdrawal due to hever extreme exposure to Venusian Nectar; the aphrodisiac secretions of a cubi. Without it, nothing else seemed to be able to satisfy her.

Her aching loins longed to return beyond the forbidding, to offer herself willingly to those who had made her their sexual play thing. So thoroughly had she been soiled and pleasured by them, that her days were not spent fantasizing about their otherworldly touch.

Soon others of the Biencien Covens took notice and in order to ‘save’ the young witch they concocted potions of potions and spells of benediction to relieve her body of it’s burning need. From the bitterness of the mullin berry to simple spells of compulsion and restraint, everything was tried to aid the enchantress; and for a time the ministrations seemed to work.

Eventually Julia seem to return to herself, though she still often danced the razor’s edge between normality and a sex crazed maniac; she showed few of the ill effects of the withdrawl. Julia worked tirelessly to keep her carnal urgest in check. She even considered giving up her pursuits in magic to stay sane in the face of her growing addiction. Sadly, her attempts would all be for naught. A witch can no more deny her desires than she can deny her nature. Those who believe in the might of power are often victims of powers held upon them. Whatever that power may be.

Months later, under the powerful gaze of the blood moon, Julia’s hunger called to her from deep within. Though she tried hard to fight it, she eventually decided to reenact the summoning ritual that she and her contemporaries had failed months prior. Julia had convinced other witches, ‘Caenisian Daughters’ like herself, to help her steal the coven's ancient grimoire, hide away in a secluded area of the forest, and call upon the dark powers to once again breach the veil.

Drawing upon her quintessence and that of the other powerful awoken in her cadre, Julia used the dark arcana to push against the barrier of æthereal energy that made up the ‘Forbidding’, unbeknownst to her, something on the other side would push back.

In Julia’s fervor and wild longing, the witch did not notice that it was not her calling out beyond the veil, but answering a call from a power unknown. With the borrowed power of the entity she was able to create a more stable magic circle, drawing energy from the very Elderlands themselves. When she called out to the other side this time, something responded; and it called to her by name.

With a shimmer and then a spark, the air distorted and a large light blazed through the forest blinding the witches. When her eyes reopened she was shocked to find a succubus she recognized standing haughtily before her.

“You called, my dear...” she cooed, in a sultry voice that robbed Julia of all self control.

The emerald hair Elderian was tall, beautiful, and utterly familiar to Julia. She’d spent countless days under her seductive powers. Julia called to her, remembering her name, Monette, and pledging herself to serve her.

“Of course you will,” the succubus grinned.

Julia’s mouth watered and her lips moistened as she ran her pink flesh around them. Her dark cock became erect as stroked unabashed at the pure majesty of the winged temptress floating before her. Without a word she simply spread her arms and between the cubis leg grew a long, thick, chocolate member.

“It is good that you’ve brought friends, my pet. For you are not enough to sate my hunger...” Monette teased as she stepped forward, her freshly grown cock dripping with precum. Though she did not say another word, all present knew what the succubus desired, but it was Julia who was the first to fall upon her knees and begin pleasuring her new mistress. Soon, the other witches too succumbed to the pleasure of the cubi. Monette would feast upon them all.