Suddenly A Succubus

Amara nodded, then quickly left the conversation to catch up with Tessa. “Tess, hey, quick question.”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“You need to investigate the runes on those cultists, right? Well, that involves them taking their clothes off, and I really need to feed, so… any chance we can kill two birds with one stone?”

Tessa stuck her tongue out in disgust. “I’m not fucking them, Amara, they’re totally not my type. Besides, I need to focus on the runes, nothing else.”

“I mean, duh. I’ll just hold them down and do my thing while you take notes. That way I get to feed, and they’ll be too focused on me to make things awkward for you. C’mon, Tess, I’m starving! The threesome was great, but I need every drop of energy I can get if we want to survive this!”

“As long as it’s clear that I’m not joining in, then fine.” Tessa thought to herself for a moment, then added “Plus, if there’s any chance that they’re tempted to try and join Brandon, I guess your presence will keep me safe.”

“Exactly! I’m just your magical, slutty bodyguard!” Amara slapped Tessa’s ass with her tail, and it only took another minute for them to find the cultists.

The three of them were sitting in a back corner and appeared to be doing their best to keep a low profile. As they approached, Amara did her best to remember their names and what they liked, hoping she could use it to her advantage.

First was Mr. Luxnor, the teacher she had fucked in an attempt to get more information about the cult. He liked being in control, but she had been disguised as Kylie last time. Second was Mark, the sadist. He had long black hair, and had been most excited when he thought he was pushing past Amara’s limits. The last of the three was Chris, who had dirty blonde hair and a matching goatee. He had easily been the nicest of the cultists, and his only notable fetish seemed to be her tits. She assumed he would be the easiest to convince.

The exoskeleton on Amara’s body shifted somewhat, accentuating her cleavage even more. When she finally made it to their table, she leaned forward while sticking her ass out to give them the best view she could. “Heya boys! How’s everyone been since our last little talk?”

All three of their auras noticeably pulsed as she spoke, but in addition to the arousal, they were obviously pretty nervous. “We did exactly what you wanted! I swear I’m not involved with all of this!” Mark said.

Poor guy must still be scared of me. Guess I can’t blame him.

Amara playfully walked over to him, growing a long talon and tracing it across his neck. “That much is obvious. You’re all too smart to double-cross me like that, aren’t you? No, we’re here for another reason; we need to examine all the runes Mr. Wellington gave you.”

After lingering behind Mark for a second, she took another step to get behind Chris. She leaned forward, her nearly naked breasts pushing against his back as she whispered in his ear. “Don’t you want to help us out, Chris? We need to know what they look like, and I figured, since you’re going to be taking your clothes off anyways… maybe we could have some fun? I know how much you loved having these tits wrapped around your dick.”

Chris swallowed nervously, and his aura was strong enough that Amara was already able to start feeding. “U-um, of course! Although, last time we, uh, well, I felt really bad after. I mean, I regret what we tried to do, obviously! But also, like, physically I felt awful…”

A soft, sultry laugh left Amara before she responded. “Oh, that won’t happen again. I just needed to punish you all for thinking you could control me, and I think we’ve learned our lesson about that, haven’t we?”

Chris and Mark both nodded quickly, their fear obvious. She stood back up, wrapped her tail around Chris’s arm, and helped him to his feet so they could find someplace more private. After briefly catching up with Vee to relay their plans, they returned to the bistro downstairs to begin their work.

Amara let Tessa lead the action, doing her best to find suitable positions that enabled the witch’s note taking. When Tessa needed to inspect Chris’s back, he sat on the edge of the couch while Amara massaged his cock with her breasts. To display his chest, Amara pushed him on his back and slowly rode him, taking great care not to let him cum prematurely. Thankfully for Amara, Tessa was being extremely detailed, and she had plenty of time to enjoy her meal. Conveniently, being so close to the action was also making Tessa incredibly horny; while she never joined in, her aura was more than strong enough to give Amara even more of a meal.

By the end, Chris was writhing in desperation, eager for Amara to take mercy and let him finish. With a signal from Tessa that she had everything she needed, Amara let him shoot his load over her tits as she pushed them together, eagerly bouncing up and down for him. By the time he collapsed back onto the couch, she was already scooping his cum into her mouth to extract every last bit of energy she could.

Amara jumped to her feet, flexing her tail and cracking her neck as she reveled in the warmth of her inner fire. Her threesome with Nick and Tessa had been wonderful, but much of that energy had gone towards healing her wounds. Playing with Chris for so long had provided the excess energy she was looking for, even if she wasn’t anywhere near Ritual levels yet.

When she looked over at Tessa, however, she seemed lost in thought. She idly bit her lip ring as she examined her notes, then offhandedly mentioned that they would be better off comparing Chris’s runes against an additional set, just to be safe. Amara practically jumped with joy, eager for the chance for another meal, and asked Tessa to stay put while she convinced another cultist to join the party downstairs.

She sprang up the steps, taking them five at a time in her excitement. Before entering the cafeteria, however, she paused.

Huh. I’m weirdly excited about all this feeding. Is this just because I went so long without sex while I was in Purgatory?

No, that can’t be it.

It’s not just the feeding. It’s the attention, the rush of using my sexuality as a weapon, the looks in their faces while they try to reconcile their fear with their arousal. The delicious smell of arousal as all the other students try to steal glances at my perfect body… Fuck, what a rush!

A grin on her face, she waltzed into the cafeteria with high spirits. Several auras around the room had grown, no doubt from listening in, and she breathed deep as she returned to the table with the cultists.

Predictably, Mark caved to her request almost immediately. Amara knew he wouldn’t try anything funny, and she was practically giggling in excitement at the chance to toy with him some more. She started by cycling through the same positions she’d used with Chris, but found that Tessa was working much faster than she had last time. It had only been a few minutes when she confirmed that all the runes seemed identical between the two cultists. With nothing else to do, she quickly ran upstairs and left Amara alone with Mark.

Amara smirked with devilish glee as she took her time finishing him off. Reading his aura made it obvious that he wanted something rougher, just like last time, but his fear kept him from acting on those urges. Amara turned their fucking into a game; she kept taunting him about his hesitance, goading him into being rougher with her, and trying to figure out how far he would actually go.

By the time he finally came, shooting his load deep into her throat as he gripped her horns, she had a feeling the fear was starting to become its own thrill in his eyes. His arousal had grown sweeter, his aura a dramatically different color compared to the night of the ritual. She made a show of swallowing his load, and when she licked her lips, her tongue sparked with hellfire. She blew a kiss at him, flames leaping from her mouth before vanishing just inches from his face, and he flinched in fear before getting dressed and leaving in a rush.

With the fun over, Amara felt ready for the final event. She ran back upstairs to look for Tessa, and was pleased to see that the cafeteria still seemed relatively calm. Chloé had a list of all the students present that she forwarded to everyone in the group, and she gave a quick rundown of how the different students were coping with the situation. Although many of them were freaked out, none of them had done anything drastic.

Vee and Nick had done their best to talk with the more panicked students, and Vee had even pretended to bless someone in an attempt to keep them calm.

Most importantly, no one had left the building, and everyone was still safe. The portal outside had continued to grow, its presence a gripping reminder that time was not working in their favor. Together, Vee, Amara, Tessa, Chloé, and Nick discussed a plan for taking the fight to Brandon.

Tessa showed everyone the finished knife and explained that all they needed to do was stab Brandon with it; ideally, the combination of his blood and her counter runes would short out his powers. Even if the reapers didn’t capitalize on that moment, it might still be enough for Amara or Vee to finish Brandon off. The biggest disagreement between everyone was who should carry the knife.

Initially, Amara had volunteered, but Nick was adamant that she shouldn’t. He argued that her powers were best suited to being a large distraction, which would be doubly effective if Brandon still had unresolved feelings about her.

In the end, they gave the knife to Vee. They agreed that Nick and Chloé would stay inside the cafeteria, but that Tessa would wait on the sidelines. While she didn’t have any powers, she understood planar magic better than anyone, and her telekinesis gave her the option to attack at range should an opportunity present itself.

Eventually, the plan was finalized, and they all exchanged nervous glances. They separated to make their final preparations, knowing that within the hour, they’d be fighting to take back their campus.