Chapter 11: Revealing Moments

Tanmo gently grabbed Isabel’s hand before she could reach her horns and it seemed it had a calming effect on Isabel as she formed a smile on her face. It had been a long time since Tanmo had seen a succubus without a glamor and he found his body resonating to the powerful physique of Isabel.

He loved the shiny black horns which were contrasted by the red streaks in her raven black hair and her face hadn’t changed that much except for the thick black s-shaped eyebrows and her long eyelashes. Her plump lips were black which stood out on her blood red complexion.

Her torso seemed to be more developed and he was pretty sure her pert breasts had increased in size, estimating they were now a generous D cup. He thought the black nipples and areola were a pleasure for his eyes as well as her black tail which had curled around her toned legs.

Only then he saw the perfectly manicured shiny black nails on her hands which made her look sophisticated in a strange and arousing way. But seeing her wings was what made him consider dropping his glamor as well; it had been such a long time since he had used his own wings.

He sighed as he knew it would be a hell of a job to rebuild his glamor even if they had plenty of reserves to perform such an elaborate act.

“Oh my head,” moaned Isabel with a husky voice which sounded a few tones lower.

“Relax Isabel,” Tanmo said soothingly as he gently squeezed her hand, “I’m sure the pain will subside soon.”

“My shoulders feel strange,” she said and as she slowly moved them up and down she complained, “Something is restricting me.”

“You’ll get used to it, sweetheart,” said Tanmo as he desperately tried to keep her calm.

Only it had the opposite effect as she suddenly sat up straight, her eyes wide open, the irises lighting up a fiery red.

“Tanmo,” she almost growled as she looked at the skin of her hand, “What kind of a sick joke are you playing with me?”

“This isn’t a joke Isabel,” he said softly as he looked her straight in the eyes, “I’m as shocked as you and I don’t know why it happened either.”

She kept her eyes locked on him as she asked him with a threatening tone, “You better tell me what happened to me and please; cut the crap.”

Tanmo still was holding her hand and as he rubbed over the soft skin he cleared his throat several times gathering the courage to tell her the truth.

He took a deep breath and said flatly, “You’ve changed into a succubus, Isabel.”

Volos had covered Themis’s body with a sheet, to preserve her modesty and he was lying next to her, studying the fine features of her beautiful face. He remembered the many times they had talked while they’d enjoyed a good glass of wine and at that time it never had crossed his mind to have sex with her, simply because she was a goddess.

But now he had kissed those soft lips and he knew she truly had enjoyed what they had done together. He already had come to the conclusion that his venom had disabled Themis’s glamor and he hoped she could rebuild it this weekend.

A deep contented sigh made Volos look up into Themis’s mesmerizing bright green eyes. Her smile was cunning as she purred, “Hello stud.”

That little sentence completely brought him off his carefully planned conversation and he decided to be as forthcoming as possible and said, void of any emotion, “Hello Themis.”

The woman instantly knew that something wasn’t right and gasped as she saw a few strings of her blond hair lying in front of her. Volos saw Themis’s lazy smile turn into a horrified expression and he said soothingly, “There’s nothing to be worried about, Themis. Everything will be okay.”

Themis opened her mouth to say something but she wasn’t able to formulate a coherent sentence.

“Your glamor disappeared after I gave you a shot of my venom,” he said calmly, “I had reckoned you and Isabel were going to be together for longer and that’s why you got a shot as well.”

“You’re not angry with me?” she asked with a small voice.

“Why should I be angry with you?”

Her laugh was borderline hysterical as she shook her head. “But I’ve cursed you!” she shouted.

“Yes you did,” Volos responded unperturbed, “And you had your reasons. I mean we had betrayed you.”

Themis looked at him with eyes as big as saucers as she whispered, “Is that all you can say?”

“No,” he responded hesitantly, “But considering what we had to endure I think your punishment was a little out of proportion.”

“I know,” she conceded quietly as she hung her head, “I had to save you from perishing several times.”

Volos gasped as he realized she had been keeping an eye on them all those centuries and he whispered, “It was you who gave the mirror to Tanja.”

She nodded slowly as she still was looking down, presumably not daring to look him in the eyes. He huffed as he finally understood how they had survived all that time but only then the coin had dropped as he saw her trembling like a little leaf on a tree.

“The curse,” Volos said with a friendly tone as he brought his index finger on her chin, gently lifting her face to be able to look straight into those amazing green eyes, “It has backfired on you, hasn’t it?”

A single tear ran down her pretty face as she spoke hoarsely, “Zeus was not amused about my emotional outburst and after a lengthy dispute I’d lost my divinity but I’m still immortal, sadly enough.”

“Wow,” Volos responded surprised, “I knew Zeus was strict but I hadn’t expected him to be so harsh, especially since you had only cursed two creatures from the underworld.”

“He wasn’t upset about that,” Themis confessed meekly, “You see, the curse not only had affected you but me as well.”

“I don’t believe it,” Isabel whispered as she looked aghast at her hand but then she looked straight at him as she exclaimed, “How can I be a succubus? I’m human!”

She could feel Tanmo’s genuine fear in her lower abdomen, realizing the black haired incubus had told the truth. Only then she noticed the tail which was coiled around her legs and as she tried to focus on her new acquired appendix it moved a little.

“Just tell it what you want it to do,” Tanmo said softly.

She knew it would only distract her at the moment and she imagined the tail to be around her middle and to her relief it instantly obeyed her request and it felt strange but also reassuring when the tail warmed her bare skin. She touched her tail’s soft and smooth skin and realized she actually liked the soothing feeling when her fingers were caressing her newly gained appendix.

As she looked the nervous incubus in his eyes she said, with a soft smile etched on her face, “Thank you.”

But still she was extremely unsettled by the fact she was changed into an underworld sex creature and she was wracking her brain, trying to comprehend why she had suddenly transformed.

“Tanmo,” she continued with a tremor in her voice, “Do you have any idea what happened? I mean have you ever heard that a woman was changed into a succubus?”

“I’m afraid not, Isabel,” he answered, “The only explanation I have is that you are intimately involved with us for a much longer period and normally an incubus won’t use a woman for more than one night.”

“You must have had other women,” Isabel responded incredulously, “I mean; I can’t believe I’m the first one you had sex with for more than once.”

“No you’re right,” Tanmo answered slowly, “I think the only difference was that you are the first one who is willingly having sex with us. I think that might have caused you to gradually change into what you are at the moment.”

“So that’s why I got the ‘the sense’ first,” gasped Isabel as she recalled all the strange experiences she had during their extensive sex adventures.

“Indeed,” Tanmo affirmed, “And I do recall your exceptionally strong reactions when you’re enjoying our cum which seems to have a profound effect on your body.”

She shuddered as she remembered the amazing times she had received their spicy spunk and how powerful her body had responded during those mind blowing sessions. But now she knew she had to face the consequences, realizing there probably was no way out of this situation.

“I want to see myself,” Isabel said resolutely as she got up from the bed, “Where do you have a big enough mirror?”

Tanmo clapped in his hands and with a flash a large mirror appeared on the wall opposite her and as soon as she saw her reflection she screamed, “Oh my god!”

With two big steps she stood in front of the mirror, checking her new appearance.

“My hair, it’s black! And I have horns!” she said astonished as she, with trembling fingers, touched the shiny extrusions on her head.

She stared at her face, noticing the perfection of her eyes and her delicate nose. Even her lips looked incredibly sexy but her blood red complexion and the contrasting black was something she had trouble to accept at the moment.

She had already noticed her breasts were much heavier but also a lot firmer which was maybe for the best. With a shiver she saw her figure had changed as well, resulting that she had much wider hips and her bottom’s cheeks were much rounder, giving her in general, a much curvier look.

As she looked at her vagina she saw all her pubic hair had vanished which had the unfortunate effect that her ample vulva was blatantly on display.

Her legs were much more toned yet they hadn’t lost their feminine curves which made her look like an amazon woman apart from her red skin. She reckoned she was about 5 inches taller resulting in Tanmo having to look up to see straight into her eyes.

“Is this what a succubus looks like?” she asked, looking at him via the reflected glass.

Tanmo nodded and cleared his throat once more before he said, “I think you are the most beautiful succubus I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re such a smooth talker Tanmo,” she said as she slowly shook her head, “How many of your kind did you actually see this close?”

She saw his shoulders droop as he sighed. “Only Volos.”

Then it struck her it was rare that incubi would see each other without a glamor, especially as they never would mingle together. As she turned around, to face the man, she felt a strange pull between her shoulder blades and reflectively moved her hand over her shoulder to feel what it was. She squealed loudly as she felt something large sticking out of her back.

“These are your wings,” said Tanmo quickly, trying to sooth the stressed woman, “I’ll teach you how to absorb them into your back.”

Isabel arched her back as she tried to see them in the mirror and was completely gobsmacked how beautiful her elegant wings were. It was strange to realize she knew how to spread them, following the gracious curves of her black leathery wings.

“They are elegant,” she gushed but then as she looked at Tanmo again she asked with an uncertain tone, “Does it mean I can actually fly?”

“You could,” Tanmo conceded, “Although I guess you would need to practice a little first.”

She slowly walked towards him and as soon as she stood right in front of him she remarked dryly, “I assume you have no idea how to undo my transformation.”