The Succubus Tales Chapter 2

 Lindara stood in front of the mirror totally naked. Her gravity defying breasts were what would be considered on earth as full B cups and were tipped by a pair of light brown, perpetually erect nipples. Her petite torso tapered down to a narrow waist and a flat, trim belly and then flared slightly out into nubile hips. Her hips then gave way to a pair of gloriously long slender legs that had the sexiest thigh gap even when her feet were together. She was the perfect image of lolita hotness.

Today was her 15th birthday and it was the day that all protections on her were off. It was the day that she would fend for herself against the minions of Hell. The denizens of the underworld were a strange lot. They were into all kinds of depravity, kinks, sins and other atrocities. They took pleasure in the flesh of all manner of beings from captured angels to strange creatures that the human race had never seen. Yet, for some strange reason, they left the succubi alone, unmolested and virginal till they came of age at 15. It was almost as if by unspoken consent that 15 years of chastity, innocence and sheltered living only made their eventual defilement all the more satisfying. Demons were unkind. Even to their own.

"Okay Lin. Go ahead and dress yourself. You've practised this before.." came the voice of her oldest half-sister Melissandraith who was the daughter of their mother Lizfalriane and the demon prince Beelzebub. Mel was the classic succubus. All dangerous curves and smoking looks. Dressed in skin tight black leather hot shorts and matching bustier, she had a lush body that all living creatures and even undead ones lusted after. However, being the first born succubus of Lizfalraine and the right hand demon of Lucifer himself, she had the power to deny any hellspawn who wanted to use her hourglass body for their filthy desires. She was not the type to be hunted but to hunt.

"Yes Lin.. go ahead and dress yourself, sweetie. But apply your make up first. Make up always comes first!" Victorialyss said mischievously while beside her Mel rolled her large luminous eyes. Vic was the third born of the family and was nowhere near as powerful as her brother Aljubeniel and her elder sister Mel but she made up for it with cunning. Her figure was very much like Lindara's though she was slightly taller and curvier. She was dressed in an extremely short black satin skirt that barely hide her pantiless vagina and ass. Her top was nothing more than a lacy black quarter cup bra from which her stiff nipples were totally exposed. While that might seem like she was inviting the lustful attention of Hellions, her father Carnivale was a Prince of Powers who tempted men into obscenity and shamelessness. Vic would lure other hellspawn into her range then defeat her unsuspecting victims with clever spells before fucking them.

Lindara nodded her head submissively, used to following instructions from her half sisters. "Okay.. make up first.." she acknowledged in her soft voice and concentrated for a moment. Like magic, her already gorgeously cute face was transformed into a breathtaking beautiful visage with artfully applied blush, eye shadow, and lipstick.

"Add some eyeliner, Lin." instructed Vic.

Lin dutifully did so as Mel rolled her eyes again .

"Eyelashes a bit longer and fuller.."

Again Lin complied while Mel elbowed Vic in the side. Vic just winked at Mel.

"Okay Lin, you look stunning. Now for your clothes." Mel spoke up, putting an end to Vic's shenanigans.

One would think that since succubi were the targets of sexual assault from any and every Hellion who could take one down, they would spend less effort on making themselves attractive. However, it simply was not in their demonic genetic make up. To a succubus, looking like a tempting morsel was as natural as breathing. They could no more make themselves look ugly than a happy dog could stop wagging its tail or a fish could stop swimming.

So there Lindara stood, breathtakingly gorgeous and totally naked as her sisters looked on.

"Try that white A line skirt and spaghetti strap crop top you look so nice in, Lin." Mel suggested.

Lindara nodded and concentrated but to her dismay, Vic's plan had worked to perfection and Lin had used up too much of her power on her make up. All that appeared to cover Lin's incredible nude body was a white gauzy top that came down only low enough to cover her hard nipples and her skirt materialised only to be no more than a minuscule square to cover her pussy and another tiny square to cover her ass crack - both panels were only joined by the flimsiest of threads.

"By Lucifer!" Lindara exclaimed. "I can't go out in this! The other demons will be all over me!"

Vic stifled a giggle. "Try squeezing out a bit more power, Lin. If not, when you walk, your nipples are going to come into view!"

Lindara grimaced and tried her best to draw on more of her naturally pathetic levels of demonic power. The fifteen year old demoness only succeeding in making the threads holding the two panels of her skirt a little thicker and her top come down another centimeter or so. She couldn't even muster up enough power to make her outfit opaque and certainly did not have enough to conjure up a pair of panties!

"Oh my lord.." Lindara breathed, looking at her image in the mirror. The outfit was obscenely scanty and the material was so lightweight that it seemed little more sturdy than cobwebs. A hard sneeze would probably rip them off from her svelte body.

Mel looked at her sister in a mix of familial sympathy and demonic schadenfreude. "Well, if that's the best you can do, then it's the best you can do. You just have to live with it."

"But, I can't leave the house like this. I'm 15 and I am no longer protected!"

Mel shook her head firmly. "You know that you can't stay here anymore now that you are of age. Your own mansion has been prepared for you and you have to claim it before the 12th hour.

Lin looked at the lava clock on the wall. "I still have 4 hours.. I can wait a while more till I regain some power.." she said in a small voice.

"Lin..." Victorialyss spoke up, "you are Asghar.. that 15 minute walk to your new place is not going to take you 15 minutes. You know that."

Lindara blushed furiously. Malakaljin asghar were the favourite playthings of the denizens of Hell. Other than the true lowlife of Hell; the minor goblins, the lesser imps, house elves, and such, any demon spawn could take down an Asghar who had not been up to earth yet. What for risk being defeated by a Masnin succubus when the Asghar were such easy prey? Lindara had grown up walking beside her mother on the streets of Hell and seeing other older Asghar being raped in public. Those Asghar could have been on the way to classes, worship (of Lucifer) sessions, banquets, dances and so on, but they always took longer than expected to reach their destinations.

"You better go now, Lin." Melissandraith said. "If you can't claim your mansion, you'll be in even more trouble.

Lindara swallowed and nodded. At age 15, all demons were considered of age, were no longer allowed to live in their childhood abodes and were given their own mansion staffed by house elves and lesser goblins. It was some form of protection against enemies and a buffer against the chaos of Hell where every demon just as enthusiastically conspired against fellow hellspawn as he did against mortals and angels. There had been frightening stories of Asghar who could not claim their mansions in time and were left out on the streets. These Asghar were said to have suffered terribly from all types of abuse until they were 300 years old and were allowed up onto the mortal plane to hunt.

"Yeah Lin. You better go," echoed Vic. "Oh wait! Tim got you a present!" The second sister added, pulling out a pair of white shoes with 4 inch heels.

Lindara gasped. "Wow! Real heels! I don't even need any power to conjure up footwear! Tim is such a sweetheart!"

"Oh yeah. These are Salvatore Ferragamos too!"

"Oh wow! How did he get those?" Lin asked in amazement.

"He had a friend up on earth send them down by courier." Mel answered with a smile. "Special delivery for his favourite sister, he said."

AljuTimotiel or Tim as he was known to his family and friends was a real charmer. Stunningly handsome and incredibly powerful, he was a son of Asmodeus and he dated all the similar aged succubi in Hell. For him, there was no need to defeat any succubi nor be defeated. The girls all willingly slept with him to enjoy his talented lips and hands on their flesh and his even more talented cock plunging into their writhing bodies. He had somehow managed to get one of his older sex partners who had gone up to the mortal plane to send him that exquisite pair of heels.

Lindara tried on the heels which unsurprisingly fitted perfectly and had the effect of accentuating her long slender legs even more, making her even more sexualised than she already was.

After a few more minutes when the girls exclaimed over how beautiful the heels were, Lindara-Nimryss reluctantly conceded that she had to go.

Her two older sisters watched her walk out of their childhood residence, her hips swaying in a seductively nubile way and her heels clicking on the black lava street. Mel turned to Vic and said, "You know that no matter what she wears, she is going to get fucked senseless, don't you?"

Vic giggled. "Of course! But it's just fun to mess with her. I can't wait till we all get up to earth together."

Melissandraith smirked and nodded slowly. "Yeah.. earth will be fun for sure."