Suddenly a Succubus - Book Five
Copyright© 2025 by Nyx Nyghtingale
Chapter 62
Supernatural Sex Story: Chapter 62 - After months of chaos and magical threats, a new semester finally dawns for Aurelius University. Amara and friends have settled into a new and jubilant routine, working with other students to keep the campus safe while they work on repairing the Planar Gate. While minor threats from The Wilds occasionally crop up in the background, Vee finds herself struggling with a new problem: her angelic powers are beginning to fade. Can she keep herself, and her friends, safe without them?
Caution: This Supernatural Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction School Ghost Magic Were animal Demons Oral Sex Transformation
February 19th.
Eight days until the full moon.
The sprawling, labyrinthian corridors beneath Lysander Hall once again sat still and quiet. Several weeks earlier, the presence of four magical wolves from another plane had instilled the central chamber with life and whimsy. As massive and powerful as they were, the pack had been content to alternate between long naps, running around the impressively large chamber, and ripping their various gifted toys to shreds. Some of the more resilient toys remained, of course; long, thick, colorful ropes that had once served as tools of tug-of-war, hardened chew toys made to resemble bones, and a few comically large tennis balls.
Nick ran his fingers over the thin, coarse fur of one ball in particular before chucking it across the room. It impacted the wall, squeaked loudly as the impact compressed it, then quickly rebounded off the floor before returning to his grasp. He took a step back, then threw it again with even more force. Once again, it bounced off the floor and into his hands.
Another step back, another throw, another retrieval.
He was shocked at the quality and durability of this tennis ball. It bore dozens of thick teeth marks from the wolves that had previously chased it around the chamber, sure, but it also retained a surprising amount of speed and force as it bounced off the wall in front of him.
Squeak, bounce, catch.
One step back.
Squeak, bounce, catch.
Another step back.
Each step brought him closer and closer to the opposite wall, but he wasn’t sure which would happen first; running out of room, or losing his temper. Memories of the last week flashed through his head, and he couldn’t stop himself from overanalyzing every single moment.
Squeak, bounce, catch.
The feel of textured handholds beneath his fingers. Sweat forming on his brow. A desperate leap through the air and the cheering of crowds beneath him.
Squeak, bounce, catch.
Exhilaration. Heart pounding. A powerful, victorious shout as the celebratory buzzer announced his victory to the entire Center.
Squeak, bounce, catch.
The light of the young, waxing moon. His intimate knowledge of its exact position as his body yearned for its presence.
Gentle footsteps broke his concentration, preventing his memories from overwhelming him while also stopping him from reaching the opposite side of the chamber. Looking up, Nick saw Imani staring back with a sympathetic look on her face.
“Let me guess,” Nick started, “it’s hard to concentrate with all this racket?”
“Well, I wouldn’t have phrased it that way myself, but ... yeah, a little bit.”
With a heavy sigh, Nick tossed the ball to the ground. “I can stop. It would probably take a marathon or two to actually tire me out, anyways.” As he passed Imani, she placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder before the two of them rejoined Tessa in a nearby room.
“How bad has it gotten?” Tessa asked as they sat down.
“My hair is growing faster, as are my nails, and they’re also far more durable now. My muscle memory is completely shot, and every time I open a door or try to pick something up, I have to be careful not to overdo it. Every time the sun sets, I get this ... itch. A desire to just do anything and everything, but no matter what I try, I can’t seem to tire myself out.” He slouched against the wall, leaning against Tessa’s shoulder as he tried to force himself to relax. “The sun set twenty minutes ago, and tonight the moon is exactly half full. I can feel its energy, its magic, singing to me like some kind of twisted lullaby, and I know it’s only going to get worse.”
“There’s still a week left, Nick,” Imani said. “For all we know, Amara and Vee might return with the cure tomorrow!”
“God, I hope so,” Nick muttered.
Tessa pushed herself higher and kissed his cheek. “I’m sorry the tennis ball wasn’t enough. Do you want to grab the rope next and play tug-of-war?” she asked, failing to hide her devious smirk.
They locked eyes, then Nick kissed Tessa and she sat down again. “I know you’re trying to lighten the mood, but ... I really don’t like that comparison.”
“Okay, okay, I’ll cut it out,” Tessa said with a dramatic, if somewhat endearing, huff.
“It doesn’t help that I can smell them now.”
“The wolves?” Imani asked.
Nick nodded. “Their scent is all over the place, and as much as I hate admitting it, I can even tell the smells apart. If we hadn’t cleaned up all of their, um, droppings, I’m sure being here would be an absolute nightmare.”
“You know we could do this somewhere else, right?” Tessa said. “We have that classroom under Whitmore Hall.”
“No, this is the safest place to do all this magic stuff.” Nick looked at all the notes scattered on the floor, then up at the chair in the corner. “Actually, is there anything I can do to help?”
“No offense, Nick, but you don’t know the first thing about magic runes.”
“Well, maybe you can walk me through the basics!” Nick grabbed Tessa’s notebook and started flipping through it. Despite full knowledge that he was essentially asking for a crash course in quantum physics, the idea seemed extraordinarily appealing. “I ... look, I know it’s not really my place, but I need something to keep myself distracted. Working out was always my outlet, a way to relieve stress and burn off energy, but now I hate it. This body, it’s not mine. It’s being twisted and warped into something I don’t recognize. If I go to the gym, I either push myself as hard as I can and risk outing myself as a lycanthrope, or I hold back to sell the illusion and get nothing from the experience.”
Tessa’s hand found his, the two interlacing their fingers before Tessa placed her head on his shoulder. “I guess it’s easy to forget how important all your sports and working out are. If it helps keep you busy, then sure, I’ll walk you through some of the basics. You can’t complain if it’s too boring, though!”
Nick chuckled as he kissed Tessa’s head. “I’m not you, Tess. Some of us happen to enjoy school.”
Scoffing with mock offense, Tessa punched Nick’s arm. “Ass.” They leaned in to kiss one more time, then her tattoos lit up and she pulled his backpack closer. “Here, grab a blank notebook and something to write with. There’s a lot to go over.”
Minutes later, with notebook and pencil in hand, Nick turned his attention to Tessa as she started speaking.
“Okay, so, before we get into any specifics, you need to understand the broad strokes,” she said. “So, from the beginning: all planes have magic inherent to their existence, and are thus shaped by the properties of that energy. Magic from The Wilds is chaotic, impulsive, and whimsical. Magic from Purgatory is entropy incarnate. Magic from Earth is intensely malleable and communicative, but also incredibly weak.”
“I thought Earth didn’t have magic at all, huh,” Nick said as he scribbled in his notebook.
“No, but that’s an easy assumption to make,” Tessa clarified. “Magic that’s native to Earth has a much easier time reaching out to other planes, bridging gaps, and forming connections when none previously existed. If it were more potent, we might be able to do some cool stuff with it, but that’s simply not the case. Now, in addition to magic from our plane being so thin, humans are also inherently nonmagical. This doesn’t mean we’re resistant to magic, it just means we can’t create it for ourselves the way other creatures—like angels or demons—can.”
She continued. “In order to work around this, witches connect with the inherent magic of Earth and use it to start conversations with other planes of existence. We find ways to borrow the native magic of those planes, then we bring it back here and manipulate it how we see fit. Control, however, doesn’t come freely. No matter what kind of magic we want to harness, we need a way to tell that magic what to do.”
At this point, Tessa’s tattoos lit up and several dog toys scattered throughout the room floated off the ground. “Magic is not a physical construct, therefore we cannot control it with physical means. I’ve mentioned before that all witches start their education by receiving a set of basic telekinesis runes, and this happens for a variety of reasons. Firstly, it gives them practice with controlling magic. In order to activate the runes and express control over their abilities, they must demonstrate a thorough understanding of how the runic language works. Secondly, if a witch desires to further their education and receive additional tattoos, telekinesis is required in order to shape whatever magic they decide to pursue.”
Nick nodded along slowly as he scribbled, and Tessa paused for a moment to let him finish. After reviewing his notes, he said, “So, Palesa Tsopnang had control over plants. According to what you’ve just said, this is possible because she has both a way to summon those plants directly, but also the telekinesis to control them?”
Tessa smiled. “That’s right! Her control over plants comes from a connection to The Wilds, but if she didn’t have any telekinesis, she wouldn’t be able to shape the magic or control what she created. At best, she’d be able to infuse Wilds magic into an area and then hope it did something helpful. This actually happened occasionally throughout history; we have stories of ancient druids that held the power to bless crops, sense imbalance in nature, or intuit the desires of animals. These were simple expressions of a connection to The Wilds, but without telekinetic runes to help shape what they wanted.”
With a flick of her wrist, Tessa moved all the floating dog toys to circle around Nick’s head. “Now, back to what I was saying earlier. All witches start with telekinesis, but Earth’s magic is incapable of supporting that magic. So, where do we get our telekinetic power?”
“Um...” Nick tried to think back to previous conversations with Tessa, but nothing came to mind.
After grabbing a sip of her coffee, Tessa continued. “Sorry, that was a rhetorical question, but I was thirsty. Telekinesis comes from the Astral Plane, a world where mental energy and physical energy are one and the same. By establishing a connection, we’re able to convert our own mental energy into tangible, literal control over our surroundings. This is why using magic tires me out if I overdo it; exactly as if you pushed yourself too hard at the gym.”
“I seem to remember you having a pretty nasty headache after you found Amara in that basement,” Nick said.
Tessa scowled at the mention of Brandon. “I was pissed, and I wanted to hurt Brandon for capturing Amara. However, while I was technically able to throw him across the room, it wasn’t a very wise decision on my part.”
“You threw someone across a room?” Imani asked, a disapproving look on her face. “With those runes?”
“He trapped Amara in a circle of blood and was trying to force her into servitude! That fucker deserved it, and I’m glad he got ripped to pieces by reapers!”
Nick grabbed Tessa’s bouncing leg and gently squeezed. “No need to dwell on that, Tess.”
“Right, right, sorry,” she muttered. “Anyways, telekinesis runes. I’ve briefly gone over how they work, and where we get that magic from, so now it’s time to get a bit more complicated. See, in order for us to activate our tattoos and use our magic, we need to understand every single part of the conversation, so to speak. When I float things around the room, I’m not just saying ‘Hey, Astral Plane, gimme some juice,’ I’m specifically choosing which runes to activate, as well as the order.”
After grabbing another drink, Tessa turned around so that all her tattoos were facing Nick. As he looked them over, he noticed that not all of them were activated, despite the various items currently floating around the room.
“So, let’s look at my runes. In order to activate telekinesis, I first need to engage the tattoos that start the conversation, followed by runes that essentially act as coordinates. I tell Earth’s magic to reach out to the Astral Plane, and once the connection is formed, I can start pushing my own thoughts and desires through that connection. The magic from the Astral Plane then converts that mental energy into real, usable force, and then I’m able to conjure telekinetic abilities. Now, if I wanted to connect to a plane with more multifaceted magic, like The Wilds, I would need extra runes to clarify what I’m specifically looking to do. Palesa’s magic, for example, lets her breathe life into the plants around her, but another witch might use a connection to The Wilds to toss harmful magic at someone who wronged them. Many of our current stereotypes about witches—potions, blighted crops, karmic curses—often originate from ancient witches that formed connections with The Wilds, or sometimes creatures that live there.”
“Creatures?” Nick asked.
“It’s possible to gain magic not from a plane, but directly from a creature. I’m not going to explain this, because it’s fairly complicated, but all you need to know is that it’s a terrible idea and you should never do it.” She spoke with such adamance that Nick was happy to drop the subject entirely. Instead, he simply gestured for her to continue.
“Okay, so, in a nutshell, that’s a super basic rundown of how we pull magic from other planes. Now, if you’ve been paying attention, you’ve noticed that not all of my tattoos are engaged when I activate telekinesis. The rest of my tattoos, just like modern witches across the world, represent a suite of basic connections that allow me to detect, understand, and manipulate Earth’s magic. I can see the magical leylines that crisscross the globe, detect their fluctuations, and track down where they might be happening. I can also activate my magic to try and search for magical runes that might have been created by other witches. This is how I found the circle under Lysander Hall; I was able to detect the illusion by making contact with the magic itself.”
“I seem to recall you saying that this has a pretty limited range,” Nick said.
“It does. Generally speaking, this kind of detection requires me to touch the magic in question with a bit of loose magic, almost like I’m dragging around a live wire and seeing if anything sparks. Some witches purposely amplify this connection and give themselves the ability to detect magic from further away, but that’s not in the basic suite of tattoos.”
After turning a page, Nick continued writing. “You can also manipulate existing runes, right?”
“That’s another feature of the standard runes we all get,” Tessa said. “I can create and manipulate runes by instilling marks I make with a bit of Earth’s magic. This is how I was able to alter the circles around campus, but also how I was able to enchant that knife we used against Brandon.”
Nick cocked his head as he pieced together something that didn’t seem to make sense. “Wait, so, if the tattoos allow you to create runes, how did Brandon and the cult make all their stuff? And, Imani, why do Scribes specifically avoid giving themselves magic?”
The toys floating around the room settled down to the floor as Tessa’s tattoos faded. “All good questions! While the full answer is a bit complex, the best way to look at things is that using magic to create runes is only one way of creating effective magic. The runes the cult used, for example, were applied by carving them into everyone’s skin. Gruesome, yes, but blood can be a powerful conduit for magic. Especially if you’re trying to draw power from Hell. It’s a bit mysterious, but to our knowledge, all magic born from demons requires a cost. Most famously, demons want souls, but it’s possible to channel that energy with other sacrifices, hence where all the stereotypes come from. Even Amara’s magic, as unique as it is, still functions by the constant supply of arousal.”
As Tessa grabbed her coffee, Imani cleared her throat to speak up. “As for why I don’t have tattoos, it’s mostly a matter of purity. Tessa mentioned blood a moment ago, that it’s a powerful conduit, but realistically all materials have the possibility to resonate with magic from other planes. When we give witches tattoos, we want them to be perfectly crafted for each individual person. If I had my own tattoos, and inscribed the tattoos with magic that was originally channeled through myself, there are trace elements of my influence that might remain. Instead, we use specialized equipment and ink to make the connection as strong as possible, while also innate to the tattoos themselves. The reason I asked for ingredients from The Wilds is specifically for this reason; if I had access to the raw materials, I could easily craft my own ink and start giving Tessa more tattoos. This idea actually holds true for all the circles across campus, too. As best we can tell, they were crafted with intensely powerful materials, which is likely why they’re so strong and how they lasted as long as they did.”
The conversation continued for the next hour, and it wasn’t long before Tessa and Imani began showing Nick specific runes to explain their function. They did their best to detail how the runic language worked, how the proximity of runes played a role in their function, and how a number of symbols were capable of serving different functions so long as the witch bearing them understood the underlying theory. The more he learned, the more he respected all the work Tessa had put into altering circles over the last few months.
In time, his wrist began to cramp, and he politely asked for a pause to his impromptu curriculum. Instead, as he closed his notebook and ran his hands through his uncomfortably shaggy hair, he turned his attention to Tessa’s current project. “So, since the alterations to The Wilds circle are all finished, what’s all this about?” he asked, gesturing to the chair in the corner of the room.
With a wide smile, Tessa flipped to a different page in her own notebook and fell into Nick’s lap. “This is so exciting, you’re going to love it! So, the other day, I was hanging out with Chloé, and we got to talking about her abilities and stuff. I still don’t fully understand how she sees the world, or how she exists in her current form, but talking with her gave me some really exciting ideas about the intersection of our plane with Purgatory. Anyways, I got to thinking, what if we explored that? So, together with Imani, we’re trying to...”
Cuddled up with Nick, Tessa happily explained the goals for her current project. Not only was it an amazing idea, but it also gave Nick another way to distract himself from the reality of his situation. While his body still hummed with excitement underneath the might of the waxing moon, he found strength enough to power through the night without incident.
“Who are you, and how did you find this place?”
The woman’s words rang in Vee’s head as she tried to piece together a response. It was nearly impossible to think straight in the literal light of this stranger, and the state of her mind was further hampered by fear. Residual fear from facing down an honest-to-goodness dragon, fear of not knowing if Amara was safe, fear of the incredible might that now held a sword to her throat. In the end, her fear for her love won out.
“I need to get back!” she stammered, haphazardly attempting to rise to her feet. “We were attacked, and I don’t know if Ama—”
With incredible speed and grace, the strange woman leapt at Vee and kicked her to the ground. The impact knocked the wind from her lungs, and before she had time to recover, the woman brought her heel down on Vee’s chest. She stepped down hard, the force of her body far exceeding her physical size, and she once again brandished her greatsword; this time, its luminescent tip aimed straight for Vee’s heart.
“If you make one more attempt to leave this clearing, you will do so in pieces,” the woman hissed. Her powerful voice eclipsed Vee’s world, drowning out all other thoughts as Vee looked up at her once again.
Who is this woman? This magic, it feels so familiar, but ... sometimes feels off. What?
“Please, they’re in danger, and I need to—”
The woman leaned closer and pain erupted through Vee’s chest. “I suggest you worry about your own life for now, and answer my question. Who are you, and how did you find this place?”
Another burst of magic flared above Vee, energy so powerful it briefly made it impossible to look this woman in the eyes. As she recoiled from the might of this person, she felt a shiver of recognition run through her body, confirming her earlier suspicion.
She has to be an angel of some kind. Are angels stationed in The Wilds? No, that doesn’t matter.
“I-I’m not here to hurt you! I’m an angel, just like you!” Vee yelled out.
For some reason, this admission spurred the stranger to push down even harder. The tip of her radiant blade made contact with Vee’s chest, threatening to end her life with even the tiniest hint of movement. “I didn’t ask who you are. I asked why you are here.”
“I don’t know!” Vee gasped, pain radiating through her body. “One minute we were being attacked, the next I was thrown through a boundary and ended up here!” Vee fought to take a breath, her chest aching from the weight of the stranger.
Why is she attacking me? Shouldn’t we be on the same side?
Unless ... Heaven blacklisted me? No, she doesn’t know who I am. Does she have a way to tell that I’ve partnered with a demon? Although, earlier I said I was an angel, and that only made things worse. She’s clearly afraid of me, is that because of my heritage?
The stranger retreated ever so slightly, the weight of her body lessening, but not vanishing entirely. “Who sent you?”
“What? No one sent us, we’re here of our own accord,” Vee said.
“Bullshit!” the stranger hissed, her blade flaring again. “All angels work for the Church, operating at their behest as they follow the plans put forth by their Patrons. What, were you ordered to chase a demon into The Wilds? I have trouble believing that.”
God, I hope this doesn’t backfire, but I don’t have any other choice.
“I...” Vee swallowed nervously, terrified of exposing herself to the fury of this strange woman, but she’d run out of options. “I’m not with the Church. My Patron has turned their back on me; even as we speak, my powers grow ever weaker. If you still doubt me, then let me prove it to you.”
For the first time since arriving, Vee saw a hint of hesitation on the woman’s face. “ ... Prove it how?”
“If you let me attempt to summon something, I can—” Vee winced in pain as the woman pushed down hard on her chest. “I can prove that I’m losing Heaven’s favor!”
The woman’s fiery red eyebrows furrowed for a moment. When she looked back at Vee, she moved the tip of her blade back to Vee’s throat. “If you so much as twitch in my direction, it’s the end of the line for you. Understand?”
Vee nodded, and the stranger continued. “Now, what are you most practiced with?”
“A blade, and I’m right-handed.” Another flash of anger from the woman’s blade, but she allowed Vee to extend her arm to her side and begin to focus. Although terrified of the immensely powerful woman pinning her down, she knew that any hint of restraint might hint that she was merely attempting to put on a show.
Vee closed her eyes. She thought of her blade, the weapon she’d summoned dozens of times before. Over the years, its shape had subtly changed to match her evolving physicality, and she regularly took pride in its design. It had saved her life countless times in the past, and now it felt as if her very life depended not on successfully summoning it, but failing to do so.
A burst of light appeared in her hands, one that flickered as she attempted to harness the tiny spark of divinity nestled inside her. Sweat formed on her brow, and she did her best to ignore the immensely powerful weapon pointed at her throat.
Her fingers wrapped around a handle, though one that paled in comparison to the sword she’d wielded in months past. She thought back to her fight with the coven, how she’d worked together with all her friends to uphold their vision of a better future, and tried to cling to that hope as encouragement. She thought of Amara, all alone somewhere in this alien plane, but hopefully far away from the dragon that had separated them.
With one last flash, the partial idea of her blade vanished from her hand. Vee’s eyes sprang open and she gasped from the exertion, hoping that her display was enough to win over this stranger.
A second passed.
Then another.
The strange, red-headed woman looked at Vee’s extended hand, then back to her, and finally spoke. “Why would Heaven turn their backs on you? What sins have you committed that would warrant such punishment?”
This was it. If Vee was wrong about this woman’s intentions, confessing her feelings about Amara might very well be the last decision she ever made. On the other hand, the only angle that seemed to encourage this woman to back off was her admission that she was not aligned with Heaven. With one last breath, Vee summoned all her strength and looked this woman directly in her radiant eyes.
“I’m in love with a demon,” Vee said. Her words rang with truth, and a tiny spark of warmth appeared in her gut. If this was to be the end, at least she would do so with Amara in her heart.
“A demon?!” the woman gasped. Her eyebrows furrowed once again, and focus turned away from Vee as she retreated within her own mind. Tiny flickers of movement in her eyes hinted at the countless thoughts racing by, and Vee held her breath as she waited for a proper response. When the woman finally returned her focus to Vee, her eyes went wide with excitement. “That’s so romantic!!”
“I ... what?” Vee asked, completely stunned by what she’d just heard.
The stranger’s blade vanished in a burst of light as she fell to the ground, kneeling beside Vee and clasping her hands to her chest. “How did it happen?! Were you star-crossed lovers that met on opposite sides of the battlefield? Fated enemies sworn to destroy each other only for your passion to win in the end? Did you cross blades only to look deep in their eyes and discover that you had more in common than you ever thought possible?”
“Um, not quite?” No longer on the receiving end of a sword, Vee slowly pushed up from the ground so she could sit next to this stranger. As she did so, she found that the overwhelming aura of power and radiance the woman had previously emanated was now gone, replaced with mundane, overwhelming exuberance.
“Right, right, sorry, battlefields like that aren’t that common on Earth nowadays,” the stranger said as she helped Vee up. “But what happened? You have to tell me!”
While still immensely confused, Vee figured she had little choice in the matter. “Well, we were best friends for a year or so, then I discovered she was actually a demon. I thought she’d betrayed me, so I tried to banish her, and I nearly died in the fight. In time, we managed to talk through our differences, and eventually we confessed our feelings for each other after I stopped her from caving to her demonic desires for carnage.”
Even though she’d massively simplified the story of her and Amara’s relationship, she was shocked to see tears of joy appear in the stranger’s eyes. “That’s. So. Amazing! Betrayal! Heartbreak! Two women fighting against the powers that created them in a search for true love!”
“I’m ... uh, glad you liked the story,” Vee said, “but everything I said earlier is true. We got separated when a dragon attacked us, and if I don’t make my way back to her, she could be seriously hurt.”
“Right!” The stranger leapt to her feet with effortless grace, then grabbed Vee’s hands and pulled her up as well. Once they were both standing, she began leading Vee to the nearby cabin. “Okay, so, I can’t let you leave until we check in with my dad, but I’m sure it won’t be a problem! We just have to explain the situation, and I’m sure he’ll let you—WAIT! We haven’t been properly introduced yet!”
The woman quickly spun around, still holding one of Vee’s hands. “Right, I suppose we haven’t. My name is Vequaniel, but everyone calls me Vee.”
The stranger squeezed Vee’s hand with a little too much enthusiasm. “It’s lovely to meet you, Vee! My name is Hope, and it’s short for ... actually, it’s not short for anything. When I was younger, I liked to pretend my full name was Hopekiel, no matter how much my dad insisted that wasn’t a real name.”
As they shook hands, Vee took the opportunity to examine Hope’s outfit. Earlier, she’d been blinded by the sheer, overwhelming power emanating from the redhead, but now she seemed no different than any other angel one might find on Earth. She wore loose, flowing pants made of white fabric and her feet were completely bare. The tops of her pants were hidden underneath a long, green tunic that left her arms exposed, and a thin rope lined with golden thread had been tied around her waist to literally pull the outfit together.
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