Thread: Magical Faux Pas (TheEndOfNothing&Dreamless)

In the week since, her 'legend' had certainly spread amongst the demon community, as she was widely considered a whore ripe for the taking in little time at all. Some efforts were made to find her, but there was an obstacle while the demons could sense her transformed state from a fair distance away, her normal human self blended in perfectly with the rest of the mortals, making it almost impossible to find her until she transformed. Of course, that would prove to be cold comfort indeed, for when Maya once more set out in search of a demon to slay, she'd find herself heading straight for the territory of another powerful entity... the Succubus, Marella. Marella's feeding ground was, appropriately enough, one of the city's redlight districts, a region with old, ill-kept buildings and a population that occupied the decided lower end of the income bracket. One might have thought that she fucked the men who came through looking to pay for some tail in order to get her nourishment, but she had long since found a far more efficient source the prostitutes themselves. Though they didn't know it, these women regularly became recepticles of all the sexual energy their clients pumped into them, like bees drawing nectar from a field of flowers. Rather than try to tend to that same field, Marella had began taking the honey straight from the hive. Whenever these women of the night would near the end of their shifts, shortly before they returned home or were collected by their pimps, Marella would be there to lure them into some small, quiet corner. There, hidden by shadows and demonic magic, she would bring to them pleasures they had never before dreamed of... all awhile quietly siphoning the sexual energy they had collected. By the time she finished with them, they'd be left stumbling back to their usual spots, with foggy but fond memories of an encounter with some faceless, curvy seductress... And, to those who were blessed with the right to see her, she most certainly looked the part. Every inch of her seemed designed for sex, from the stiff, responsive nipples that tipped her full breasts, to the large, ever-swollen clit that was stimulated every time she so much as took a step... even the scant clothing she wore, though leather-like in appearance, was an illusion of her own making. Sexual pleasure was this creature's very existence, and there was no such thing as sated for her. The night was still young, and as the demon travelled the sidewalks and streetcorners, invisible to mortal eyes, she was craving a good, full meal... even the most skilled and active of the prostitutes were a moderate bite at best, though it was certainly a far cry better than fucking the men. Although most Succubi were relatively low on the scale in terms of power, Marella's new feeding ground had allowed her to amass far more energy than any of her sisteren. For most demons, this excess energy would have led to an increase in strength, speed or other forms of combat power but for Marella, all that extra juice did was add to her aura. Her aura was a perpetual fog of sensuality that seemed to cling to her like a second skin an average succubus' could stimulate a mortal's libido and physical arousal levels, though the effect on their judgement or free will would be minimal. For one of Marella's strength, however, the potency was increased a hundredfold one wayward glance, a flick of her tongue, the faintest invitation carried with it a bombshell of lust. Whereas most sexual demons could only sway an unfaithful man, or one already seeking a fuck, this particular temptress could turn even the most devoted spouse into an eager, mindless whore. Helpful character image!