Domino and the Succubus Skinsuit (Part 3 and 4) (Patreon)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

Chapter 1

Part 3

Jessy went back downstairs to order her Domino doppelgänger to clean everything up. She picked up the succubus skinsuit and wondered what to do with it. Now she would have to repeat everything, but nevertheless the experiment was not a complete failure. She now had the possibility to take the form of a succubus.

So, curiosity overcoming caution, she opened the hollow of the creature's back and inserted first one leg and then the other into the suit. Its insides felt slimy and slime-filled. Despite being exactly her size, that skinsuit felt tight, though that didn't make it difficult for her to put the suit on quickly. The suit felt like one of her favorite shaping pantyhoses, somewhat stretchy, quite tight, but very comfortable.

Before she knew it, Jessy was adjusting the clingy mask, as she felt the skin of the suit on her back begin to tighten as the gap where she had entered the suit was closing. And when the edges finally came together, erasing all traces of an opening, a shock ran through Jessy's body. Her face transfigured into a silent scream, as her back arched and her legs contracted in pleasure.

Nearly fainting from what she had just experienced, Jessy fell backwards onto the altar. It was overwhelming what her new form made her feel. Everything was pure pleasure, and each thing she felt was more addictive than the last and the other way around. Every particle of air, speck of dust, the very oxygen she breathed, the way her lungs filled with air, the cold stone touching her red skin, her big tits resting on her chest...

Even her thoughts were altered... to such an extent the suit made changes to her.

Her succubus hands trembled with pleasure at the mere touch of her fingernail tips against any part of her body. Just a light touch with her fingertips made her breathing become heavier. Just touching a nipple made her gasp with pleasure. But what she enjoyed most was how it clouded her sanity and flooded her mind with pure desire and perverse fantasies, when she was just slipping a finger between the lips of her kameltoe.

"Domino," she said very awkwardly to her doppelgänger, almost biting her tongue and falling silent at the sound of her new voice.

A throaty but hypnotically sexy, yet very feminine laugh came out of her. She tried saying a few more things and though at first she had a hard time being able to say anything without sounding like a bimbo person with oversized lips. Then she thought about how she would look with the shape of that skinsuit and how she needed to look in the mirror.

She carefully rested one of her hooves on the floor. And an addictive pleasure spread through her as she rested her weight on this hoof. So she quickly put down the other. Under the weight of her body, Jessy discovered that she could maintain a natural pose, without seeming at all strained to keep her balance. It was as if she had been born with hooves instead of feet. Moreover, she could feel what she touched with her hooves as if she were touching it with her feet. She was able to notice even the smallest thing underneath them.

She sensually swayed her hips. Delighting in all the pleasure she felt as she moved her new figure. Noticing how the lips of her kameltoe dripped. Letting out several moans as she felt her juices running down her inner thigh or her breasts bouncing with each step. It was all too much for her brain, but at every step it felt so normal, Jessy was thankful she made a mistake in transcribing the steps of the ritual.

She still felt like herself, but she had noticed that her thoughts were now more perverse, dark, ambitious, selfish and lustful. What had been unthinkable to her less than an hour ago was now a delight or a necessity. And that was curious, for she was able to realize it and not even care about it.

Worse still, her new self delighted in the fact that she was now aroused by things that disgusted her before. She imagined herself not only with human males, but with trolls, elves, orcs, goblins... she had to try all races. And as she walked to the vanity object she had placed in front of the altar, she wondered if Lascivia did events in her city.

Once she got in front of the mirror, she saw a sex bomb version of herself in the reflection. Not only was it the bimbo version of her, but it was also in bimbo format. Something she was liking more and more with every moment, with every glance at some point in her reflection. And what was even more twisted, the more she looked in the mirror, the hornier she got just by looking at herself.


Part 4

So she clumsily ordered her Domino doppelgänger to go to her bedroom and put on a strapdildo. Meanwhile, Jessy, had returned to the altar and began to caress herself. Her whole skin felt electrified. It emanated desire and sexual pleasure from every pore of her skin where she stroked herself. But it was even more overflowing as she began to discover how smothering with pleasure it was, kneading her huge tits.

Jessy lost herself in a storm of new sensations, and letting herself be carried away, she applied a spell to herself so that as long as she wore the skinsuit, she would be for all intents and purposes a being of the underworld. She felt a tingling sensation all over her skin. The skinsuit suddenly became like her second skin. Everything now felt as if it really was her appearance. She was able to feel the horns as really hers and no longer felt her feet inside hooves, but the hooves as her feet.

The place became even more intense for her, her mind clouded over as she continued to wait for her doppelgänger to come back down. Jessy watched, with an ecstatic face and an open mouth, the succubus in the reflection. That insatiable whore of the monotheistic mythology was looking back at her, with sinister eyes, with pupils slitted like those of a snake. She began to masturbate harder, feeling close to orgasm.

Now. Something began to happen to the succubus in the mirror. The closer she got to orgasm, the more the image reflected on its surface changed. The image of a demonic face, which seemed to be saying something to her, became clearer and clearer. Jessy, seeing this, felt even more horny, in spite of her fear, and began to penetrate her succubus pussy even more vigorously, unable to stop looking at that unknown demonic face that was staring back at her from somewhere in the nine rings of purgatory.

"... be mine!" she suddenly heard. "... cum for me! ... cum for me! ..."

And then Jessy cummed as she never imagined she could ever cum. Her thighs trapped her hand inside her pussy. Jessy screamed loudly "Yes" as a blinding light enveloped everything. The up and down ceased to exist. She abandoned all sensation. She felt herself floating right between nirvana, an abyss of torment and the gates of a new existential plane. Not corporeally, but as something much more than a being of flesh and soul.

Jessy ceased to be Jessy, to be Domino again in that place in the middle of nowhere of the eternal and in the center of the entire universe of mortals. Later little by little she began to feel that she was back in the basement of her house. On the carved granite altar. With half her body out of the succubus skinsuit she had created so she would never have to be herself again.

Domino felt very exhausted, she had never used so much magic like this time. And for some reason, she noticed that now she could use it for much longer. As if all that superhuman effort she had made to be that succubus had broadened her Mana horizon. Although she swore to herself never to do something so dangerous again. She wished to rest and maybe later to repeat that experience with more caution.

When she was able to sit up and take off the rest of the skinsuit, she saw in front of the mirror the fallen skin of her doppelgänger. It was piled up on the floor, still wearing the garments and the strap-on dildo. When Jessy had lost herself in the mind blowing orgasm, she had lost the magical control over it. Then with clumsy steps she picked up that lifeless and inert skin, not noticing a piece of burnt paper that fell out of its mouth.

Then she went to rest in her bedroom, where she put the skin of her doppelgänger into a trunk. And as she did so, she wondered if it had been the face of the skinsuit she saw, deformed by her excitement, or if something really had appeared to her in the mirror...


to be continued... ??