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Comm: Megan Skye Earns Her Demon Wings (Part 11)
🕑 Added 2022-06-26 15:43:44 +0000 UTCSummary: A soft-spoken, kind-hearted woman gets roped into a new job as a succubus. This is a commissioned piece for AltrixWrites. It is free to read for whoever.
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Part 11
"Hah... hah..."
Megan panted as her leathery wings flapped again and again, bringing her high into the sky. It wasn't until she was beyond the clouds that she stopped ascending, slowing her atmospheric climb.
"H-how high am I...?" Megan wondered to herself, looking down. It reminded her of when she looked out airplane windows, seeing nothing but stretches of clouds. They reminded her of arctic tundras, or maybe some heavenly space. And unlike her memories, there was no one else up here with her...
It must've been freezing, flying as high as she was, but she didn't felt it. If anything, she felt a touch feverish; her entire body was flushed pink, her true succubus colours shining through, the glossy sheen of her skin reflecting in the sunlight.
...Just as well, her entire body buzzed and tingled with need. She winced, hugging her chest. In her haste to escape that harrowing situation with her entranced girlfriend, and a whole other couple, she ended up stripping down to the bare essentials. Her poor sundress was left behind, probably getting trampled somewhere...
Tss... and her body was emitting those ghastly pheromones practically nonstop. Her entire body tickled. Her mind felt overwhelmed with the repeated close scrapes she was getting into, but her body ached with a yearning need.
"F... freakin'..." She caught herself before she said a naughty word. A stupefied expression rose to her face, and she scowled.
"Fuck it." She muttered to herself. She was horny, out of control, and she needed release, badly.
She arched her back, rubbing her hands along her immaculate, smooth skin. The feeling of being touched all over, even if she was touching herself, was exquisite. It had been such a goddamn chore flying here and there, watching people get themselves off at the sight of her. Of course she should have the chance to share such excitement.
"Grraghh...!" She spread her legs into a perfect split as her wings continued to keep her aloft; there was a struggle to be as flexible as she needed to be, and her damned panties seemed to resist her urge to expose her hot, swollen womanhood to the cool air around her... but a snap of one of the straps caused it to break free, sliding down to one of her ankles. She exhaled, satisfied with her maneuver as she leaned forward.
She stretched her arms in both directions; the solid bone in them ebbed away as she urged herself to stretch, far enough to curl around her ankles, and then snake up her legs. The feeling of pressure, the heat trapped between her limbs as she squeezed, she wanted to feel herself all over...
Tsssss... Her skin tingled even more. She grunted, a grim reminder that the stupid pink shit didn't even work on her. She wanted to be happy and content just from a whiff of it, and she couldn't even have that! She was too busy worrying about what others would think if she did anything immodest!
Unbeknownst to Megan in her irritated bout of self-pleasure, she didn't notice how aggressively the pheromones clouded around her, how eager her body was to pump it out. It was thick as a fog, and potentially a terrible hazard for any airplanes...
Stupid Iris, coddling her and treating her like a precious waif... she wanted nothing more than to be filled by her. Her hands were straight magical, truly, able to get inside and anywhere she wanted, but she was too gentle around Megan, she just wanted her pussy to get wrecked!
Sort of like this—her two hands came together, hovering near her swollen vulva, her panties well gone at that point. Her fingers smooshed together, twisting around each other, the space between them ebbing away until they pushed together and splurted into the shape of a spear-headed dildo; ribs for her pleasure bubbled out around the shaft as she plunted it deep within herself, her pussy eagerly stretching to devour her sleek, handmade dildo.
Megan let out a guttural utterance of raw pleasure. Her spaded devil's tail lashed about below her as her tongue lolled, reaching several inches to slip into her bra, tweaking her erect nipples. Her breast growth was out of control, her emphatic D-cups pushing against her bra, pink fat spilling over.
Her slender tummy bulged as she thrusted deeper and deeper, quickening her pace as she worked out a ton of pent up frustration and horniness. Maybe her new succubi physiology was having an effect on her psyche... or more probably, she was just having a not very good day.
TSSSSSSSST! And still her body expelled pheromones, as if mirroring her sexual excitement! She was beyond attempting to rein herself in at all at this point, she would just let it all out until she was emptied out and satisfied! All the better if she did it herself, she had spent so long fantasizing about Iris absolutely demolishing her pussy, and here she was, with a sexy, lustrous new body made for pleasuring! And she couldn't tell Iris about it!
She bit her lip, closing her eyes, imagining Iris binding her arms together, their legs twisting between one another, making pretzel knots through the bedroom... she wanted to fuck her so fucking bad!
"Ah... ah!~" Megan arched her back, crying out as she squirted in ecstasy; she removed her slick arms, her own ejaculate running down her limbs in silvery streams. Her imagination did take her to wild, intimate places lately... she could never get away with such lewdness at home.
She was exhausted after her spell though. Between the constant beating of her wings, and her body fuming with pheromones, all while rocking her entire body with the elastic sex experience she had been craving for so long... It was a lot.
She panted, feeling the insistent tingling of her body subsiding. She murmured, her arms sliding up the length of her legs as they split apart once more, settling into more typical limbs; she twisted her fingers, shaking her hands of the dildo-esque formation they had a second ago... and to strip herself of some of her lady cum.
It seems her episode had reached its conclusion, as frustration gave way to exhaustion. Her eyelids fluttered open to find herself in the middle of a dense thick fog. She supposed up was up, and down was down was, as she looked around, trying to reorient herself... but that was about all she could gather, it was thick. She produced so much of it, so effortlessly... Neither Kamika or S-Tan told her about, well, this.
The clouds around her were especially strange. The pheromones seemed to seep into the lofty formations around them, giving them a curious pink tinge. Megan tilted her head, her tail wagging curiously beneath her.
"Wow that's... an interesting weather pattern." She smiled. "Pink clouds... kinda looks like cotton candy. Except it probably doesn't taste very sweet. Probably tastes like... s, sex..."
She chuckled to herself. She supposed this would wrap up on its own. She flapped her wings and dove downwards. She'd have to find her way home somehow... hopefully before an errant airliner sucks her into its engines.
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It took some time figuring out the lay of the land from an aerial view, high enough to remain fairly indistinct—it wasn't like she was the only person with bat wings in Crossroads, but one that was as barely dressed as her would certainly draw attention if she wasn't careful.
She did, eventually, spot her house. It was actually easier to find it based on Kamika's house, and its condition relative to the rest of the well-maintained neighbourhood. Maybe she could hire a kid to tame the wild lawn out front. But that was for another day. Megan touched down into her backyard, reflexively covering her buxom as she hurried for the backdoor.
Letting herself in, she let out a deep breath she didn't realize she was holding. Finally, some privacy. She headed upstairs to her bedroom, head hung as she staggered her bed; she tucked her bat wings away, the gnarled things folding and melting back into her back, before flopping over.
Today was a day. She wanted nothing more but to take a nap and get back to it all later. It was a relief Iris wasn't here yet... maybe she was still at the park. She'd snap out of it sooner or later, she hoped. Maybe then Megan could picked up the courage to be frank about her new... abilities.
Her head buzzed as she sprawled along the bedsheets, turning back and forth. She groaned, a fire welling up within her, coalescing in her crotch and all of her sensitive regions. Why did she have to be so horny all of the time...?
She turned over, lowering a hand to stroke herself off. She sat up, massaging her pussy with an almost irritated gesture, as if she wanted to get her latest bout of sexual fever up and over with. But no matter how deep she plunged her hand into her pussy, no matter how many fingers she used, it didn't do much for her at all. Maybe she was still burnt out from the earlier episode in the clouds... or maybe just normie sex didn't cut it anymore.
Megan groaned, flopping against her pillow. What was with her?? Before she was fine with some cuddling, some kissing and groping, hugging it out and dozing off to a bad movie, but it was different now. Her body insisted on new kinks, new ways to get her off. She needed Iris...
She thought about the events of the day, trying to relax. She recalled Cora's words and encouragement during her massage... god, that was a fantastic massage, Megan reflected. The way Cora's tentacles rode up and down her entire body, her suckers gently sucking at her skin in little kisses... firm enough to work out the kinks, but gentle enough not to hurt...
...Megan's eyes widened as a revelation occurred to her. It didn't really help with her identity crisis as to how unrelentingly horny she was becoming as a succubus, and she grimaced to herself for even considering it...
...But maybe... maybe she shouldn't police herself so much. Maybe she should just... go with it.
She closed her eyes, tracking the feeling of her body from her head to her toes... the buzzing in her body concentrated in her limbs. She grunted, feeling her body twisting and change with the mere mental suggestion.
Seams appeared along the length of her arms and legs. She spread her fingers and toes, feeling her skin bubbling with anticipation, her limbs twisting bonelessly on their own. She heard a wet shlick and squinted to see what was happening, a hungry smile rising to her lips as she witnessed what she was doing. She could see her arms and legs split down the middle, peeling like bananas as they sprawled along the bed. Each arm and each leg split into two separate appendages... for eight total tentacles, like an octopus.
Megan giggled excitedly as, with another mental nod, twisted the tentacles around, watching with delight as suckers, big and small, bubbled up from her shiny, slick, slimy salmon-pink skin. She admired her tentacles as they flailed about, her mind struggling to procure the synapses necessary to control eight different limbs...
She practiced by attempting to remove the immodest clothing she had left on her. Her panties weren't much of a trifle; they were already pushed down her body when her legs split apart, but two tendrils lowered to coax them the rest of the way, slimy, sticky strands clingy possessively to the straps. The bra required more delicate work, as two tentacles shifted behind her to undo that annoying little strap. Megan grunted, struggling to finely manipulate her bulbous, vaguely phallic limbs...
She ends up turning her head 180 degrees to get a better look of what she was doing and, well, that did the trick. They slipped down to her lap, her breasts bobbing, as if happy to be freed. The two tentacles shifted to cup her breasts with gentle squeezes as Megan's head bonelessly turned the rest of the way, entirely oblivious to her manuevre.
Her tentacles shifted seemingly on their own, coiling around her body in pulsating undulations. She moaned, shivering as one of her tentacles stroked her neck, the suckers kissing tenderly all over. Another tentacle slipped between her cleavage, past her neck to nestle between her shoulder blades, emulating the technique that Cora had demonstrated before. Her lower tentacles hungrily clung to her chest and her ass at once, squeezing her in the right place as they stretched to protect her modesty; she could feel her nipples hardening, pressing, stretching the tentacles from the inside as they spread across her chest. She leaned forward, her hips hobbling on a pronounced lack of boney legs as she flopped forward.
She presented her ass to her own tentacles, her pussy lips quivering between her leg tentacles as if yearning to be filled, and for her ass to be felt up. As her upper tentacles shifted around her chest, hugging her all over and kissing her, leaving hickeys along her blemishless skin, she felt her lower tendrils prodding at her lower openings, tracing around her hungry vulva, hovering like snakes ready to strike. Megan winced, tensing up in anticipation...
SHLUCK!
"AANGH!~" She cried out, arching her back as she was penetrated in both ends, her hips seemingly stretching on their own to accommodate the slimy tendrils burrowing their way into her ass, tunneling up to her womb. As one pushed, the other pulled, rocking her body with their combined momentum. She couldn't help herself, her chest rubbing against the sheets, her tongue lolling along the sheets...
As tentacles coiled around her neck, she could feel the fattest of her tentacles slip into her open mouth. Her lips closed eagerly around it, moaning as it slipped deeper inside of her, massaging her throat. She could intimately feel every part of her body, her openings and her tentacles, the sensation of fucking and being fucked every which way; the tentacles themselves were so sensitive, each one like another clit among many. Her entire body pulsed, pumped over and over as she practically melted over herself.
Her tail thrashed behind her as her body rocked along the bedsheets as she rocked over and over, tentacles converging to her most sensitive points. Her hickey-covered body tensed up as her tentacles coiled together, fighting together to access her pussy, their sensitive, phallic tips rubbing against each other. Her body shook with orgasm after orgasm, her skin rippling as pleasure rocked her over and over. She rolled back and forth, slick fluids trickling from her pussy, her moans muffled by the tentacle thrusting into her mouth.
"Mmmph!~~" Megan screamed, stretching her... "legs" as a powerful orgasm washed over her! She squirted all over the bed in powerful waves, the high of pure sex-addled ectasy ebbing away. As the tentacle gagging her slipped from her gawking mouth, she exhaled deeply, relief washing over her body as, one by one, her tentacles slipped out of her, sprawling along the bed.
"That was... amazing..." Megan swooned, her body flush, her myriad tentacles twitching along the bed. One reached for a glass of water on her bed stand, coiling around it; her suckers affixed to the side as she brought it to her lips and chugged it in a single swill.
Properly hydrated, she admired her tentacles as they hovered in front of her, all eight of them. She wondered how hard it would be to simply... live with all of her tentacles. She could clamber along, climb walls and ceilings, and the suckers provided her a sense of control. She could even get pointers from Cora... if Cora wasn't too upset about the incident with the pheromones.
Megan glanced around the room, frowning as her body, in her sex-crazed reveries, set itself back to worth on pumping out pheromones. Her body really did whatever the hell it wanted sometimes, huh... she reached out, stretching across the room with a tentacle to open a window and ventilate the place.
She flopped against the bed, her pussy still leaking cum as her tentacles flopped against the bed. The buzz of her sex drive ebbing away, she could feel her limbs stucking back together, restoring her typical, slender profile. She looked at her hand, almost disappointed at its... plain characteristic, compared to the mess of tentacles she sprouted earlier. As if to confirm it was real, she ran a hand through her hair, tracing her body, along her thighs, and down to her pulsating vulva. She shuddered at the sensitivity all along her body... but it was proof that she was alive. She massaged her sensitive body, smiling at the self-inflicted hickeys along her body, rubbing her hands underneath her perfect, curvy chest, bouncing them as she admired their heft. .
That was pretty good... though it was missing a certain je ne sais quoi, a second spirit along with her. Kamika was right... masturbation only took a girl so far. But it did take her pretty far. She wondered how much farther she could go with exploring new, strange kinks with her shapeshifting abilities...
...She paused, wondering if her body was influencing her mind in dangerous ways. The worry passed as exhaustion washed over her. It was time for bed.
She yawned, stretching her arms above her head as she slumped backwards, passing out without bothering to clean up after herself. It would only be a quick cat nap, surely; it was never very long until Megan was called upon by someone or something or other to help out... and she was always making herself available for others like that...
But her cat nap was surprisingly deep. As she curled up into a ball, her tail wagged behind her, images of flying through the skies filling her dreams. She remained oblivious to the sound of the front door opening, the clattering of footsteps up the stairwell... straight to her bedroom.
