Domino and the Succubus Skinsuit (Part 7 and 8) (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 2

Part 7

Then she felt an uncontrollable urge, and she pointed her finger at herself and invoked a spell to change her personality. She did so by reiterating the greatest perversions and depravities that came to her mind. A delicious shiver ran through her from her horns to her hooves, which made her almost cum right then. And instantly, Domino's or Jessy's way of being disappeared from her mind.

Her transformation into the succubus called 'Ingatlim' was now underway. Before she knew it, she was cursed by that skinsuit permanently and irreversibly. Ingatlim felt a void in her being, where before her good intentions, her morals and all that was good in her had resided.

Soon that void was filled with darkness. Before she knew it, she had grabbed one breast and with the other hand began to caress herself between her legs. As she imagined herself trapped between an orc and a monstrous vampire. At the same time she listened to the being on the other side of the mirror flattering her and speaking beautiful phrases, combined with perversities.

There was something in that voice, which terrified her and at the same time attracted her. The tone infused her with fear, but at the same time, the mysteriousness of its origin awakened her desire to obey it. Her horny imagination led her to let herself be carried away by it. And she imagined herself as succubus and how she would like that being to be, to feel it filling her mouth, her ass and her sex at the same time.

Suddenly Domino, before becoming Ingatlim totally, regained control over herself for a moment, realizing the influence of the voice in the mirror on her. So she decided to leave the basement, but this time, without ceasing to be that lustful succubus.

It was then that she noticed something burnt on the floor, it was a piece of old parchment. Domino carefully caught it between her thumb and forefingernails. On it were a few symbols drawn in what seemed to be ink, symbols that, now, being a succubus, were not unreadable for Domino and that, when put together, seemed to want her to express a name: "IŠA".

"Say it... Say it!" now echoed again the voice in her head. "Say it out loud and you will be mine!"

That clarity of mind didn't last long, for then she felt the darkness take over her again, making her feel as if something was brutally and deliciously fucking her mind.

A magical warmth invaded Ingatlim. First she felt it like butterflies in her stomach, then it rose to her chest and spread over both breasts in a more intense way. While, at the same time, her sex felt painfully empty. And her whole body was oozing with the desire to have something fill her sex. Therefore she could not help but caress the lips of her pussy avariciously.

"NO!" was surprisingly Ingatlim's answer, resisting the lust that was invading her.

Although, she was actually willing to say "Yes", the fear of not knowing what she was giving herself up to, made her able to refuse. At least for now.

Nevertheless, Domino was so horny that, her tail entered her sex from the deepest and began to swell, twitch and writhe inside her. While one of her hands began to viciously knead one breast and pinch her nipple from time to time. The other could not stop rubbing over her special spot. Domino became fully Ingatlim again.

The word IŠA, echoed in her mind. She liked it much better than her own name or Jessy's. Besides, it sounded sexy, and repeated several times it became even hypnotic. And so, now as Ingatlim, she imagined a huge figure, with a stallion's own member, taking her from behind. Without actually saying the name out loud, in her horny fantasy she kept repeating it and with that the faceless figure made her his again and again, a thousand times over. Now not only Domino and Jessy were gone, also Ingatlim gave way to IŠA.

Lying this time on the floor, IŠA masturbated even more viciously and greedily than the first time. Her body was even hornier than the previous time, and the pleasure was even painful, as, feeling on the verge of orgasm, something refused to let her come. Something IŠA paradoxically liked. Being trapped in that body, feeling a pleasure that would kill any mortal body. The addictive feeling of being more than a woman, more than a human. The pleasure of being IŠA was addictive and she was afraid that, if she would cum, the same thing would happen to her as the first time.


Part 8

Then she saw that face in the mirror again, laughing and delighting in the perverted woman masturbating in front of the mirror. IŠA did not mind this, but on the contrary, she liked to look at that face, which seemed to come out of the mirror, while she was touching herself.

And soon Ingatlim took advantage of this to lean her body against that silhouette that formed on the surface of the glass. That caressed and touched her, while she pressed herself more and more against the cold surface of the vanity. Her imagination made her wish that the creature would not only touch her. And without knowing how or why she did it, Ingatlim felt hands capturing her and pulling her into the mirror. She passed through the solid glass as if it were a veil and entered the world of that creature.

Ingatlim quickly found herself trapped by the arms of that being. It seemed to have tentacles of mist instead of legs, a male sex and a woman's body. The strength of a beast and the gentleness of a lover. When the mist cleared she saw that the being had a human body with tentacles sprouting from its back. With the hands and tentacles holding her, she found herself suspended in mid air on her back.

To her surprise Ingatlim discovered herself opening her legs wide, while with her claws she separated in an inviting way, the lips of her pussy. Feeling soon that the being accepted that invitation and a little later she felt the huge head of that being's cock pushing to enter her. She was a little disappointed that it would not be taking her from her backside as she had imagined,

"This is going to hurt IŠA," it told her with that voice. "And you will never want me to stop because I won't let you cum until I want you to."

"What are you waiting for?" replied Ingatlim pressing her lips against his cock. "DO IT NOW!"

Ingatlim exhaled a long cry of pain and pleasure. She wrapped her legs around her anonymous partner's hips and between moans of a whore, she began to beg it to fuck her as hard as possible. And soon that being would give her hip thrusts as hard as it could. Still, IŠA kept asking it to go harder. Because her mind was no longer thinking sanely, it was impossible for her to think of anything but asking for more and more.

And so in the midst of an ocean of pleasure and pain, that inhuman being looked at her with a perverse laugh. That being knew that it could do whatever it wanted with her. The human who was locked in that skinsuit, in this dimension, was completely a succubus, from the clan of the furies, a descendant of Lilith. Uncontrollably slave to the desires of her body and addicted to her pleasures.

And then it wanted to give her the last touch, which would rob her of her remaining sanity. That being kissed her and while it was doing this, Ingatlim heard its voice in her head.

"You are a whore!" said that being and his words resonated persuasively in her mind.

"Whore," Ingatlim repeated submissively between moans of pleasure without knowing what she was doing and why she was doing it. "Yes, I am a whore!"

"That's what you want to be," continued the being.

"Yes, to be Ingatlim..." continued the succubus. "It's the only thing I want to be! I am a whore!"

"You love to be a perverse, corrupt, pathetic sex addict, the victim of your dark desires," added the being.

"Yes, yes, yes!" sighed Ingatlim in ecstasy. "But I want more. Much more!"

"I will give you more and I will give you everything you desire, but now I want you to cum!" it ordered her. "And when you finish cumming, you will say it."

Ingatlim cummed a thousand times better than the first time, and more often, when wearing the skinsuit. She lost herself again in that universe of white light, right in the middle of the three points of the fate of the existence of the plane in which she had sex with something she didn't know who and what it was. And in the midst of that ecstasy IŠA finally spoke.

"Make me your IŠA," she said in the most sensual tone of voice she had ever used. "I wish to be your IŠA."


to be continued...