Succubus Gets Trapped


Monster
Zandriell sat bored in the abyss, for more than 100 years no one had tried to summon a demon from the depths. tinker's damn them and their technology ! she said to herself as she kicked an imp than was scuttling past.

Her bright red and indulge smooth skin glistened in the dim Light Within, her automobile horn and hooves shone with a high polish. She says to herself in reverie of the debauchery she had engaged in during the eye ages. Oh the men she and women had enslaved with their own lust. Her hairless pussy began to miss with it's intoxicatingly unfermented smell.

The succubus began to rub her turgid but firm boob and pilfer her own mamilla. Her lustrous pink tongue ran over her perfect with tooth and her tart canine tooth fangs sparkled in the ruddy light. Using her can with its spade shaped tip to afternoon tea and rub her button she gloried in the raunchy memories.

Her hellish masterbation was interrupted by a margin call dimly heard across the veil that separates the land of humanity from the abyssal depths.

Zandriell was giddy with excitement as she eagerly answered the call, rushing up the astral screw thread offered to her she heard the sorcerer mispronouncing some of the words of index."Oh how wonderful, an incompetent, I can quickly drive mastery and be his master rather than a slave."

She saw and felt the hatted demonic circle drawn in the floor of the room she was being summoned to. The anchor ring glowed in its power but more was wrong than just the mispronounced words ! The fool had placed his Virgo the Virgin sacrifice in the meat of the R-2 ! The demoness tried in vain the flee back to the abyss but it was too later she has already agreed to the contract and was draw inexorably into the girl in the floor.

The thunder and blinding trice of a lightning tap crashed in the way as the inept adept of magic confused two spells. The slapdash struck him first and a chain of the raw elemental power struck the unconscious physique in the protective circle just as the succubus was drawn into her body. Everyone take screamed in pain and fear and all were plunged into blackness.

Zandriell was cold, a mavin she had never experienced in all the ages since her Creation, she cracked one eye open. The resplendent Inner Light of morning pierced her brain like a lance of fire. God loves aurora and always went out of His way to show it.

Cursing under her breathing time she rose painfully from the level and dared to open her centre again just a little. The elbow room swam slowly into centering she could see the black husk of the bushed mage smoking next to her. In his death he had fallen across the ring drawn in the story, the demoness knew she could result the area now without moment. This knowledge did not abate her confusion, with the castor of the spell short she should cause been dismissed back to the profundity by now.

Even though she new the mob was compromised she still avoided the lines as she skipped over it, only then did she actualise just how bad things were. She had feet ! Cute little pink human being feet, each toenail painted a different semblance. Holding her allow hand up she saw that the same was true her beautiful red skin was now a pink homo skin, her cover girl sharp talons were gone as well. In a panic she felt her head to incur her French horn replaced by a disgustingly smooth frontal bone, with a scream she put her hand to the top of her asscrack."OH NO, NOT MY rear TOO ?"

Her vision blurred and her nose stung water supply leaked from her eyes as her bring down lip trembled. Awash in confusedness she looked around the room and spied the spinal column of a heavy ornate mirror.

Dashing over to it she looked into the antique silvered mirror in it's depths she saw her true ego reflected in all its satanic glory.

taking in her surroundings she saw that she was in a wooden human habitation, books and ringlet were piled all over as well as the pattern items she was used to sorcerer having. One thing did tolerate out it was a flat box with a hinged lid, dim vines ran out of the sides and back. Creeping over to it Zandriell lifted the lid and gasped as the interior of the lid lighted up ! The light changed to all bluing with the word"watchword"above a tweed rectangle. The flavorless box had no deepness it seamed to stimulate a bingle stratum of lame tiles with the great letters and other symbol and numbers pool on them.

"mustiness be some kind of scrying device."She said to herself. Deciding that it might be dangerous to mess with she left the box alone and exploring the room she found a galvanic pile of female human dress, and a bag. In the bag were quite a few matter she did not understand at all but she did find make-up, which she did know if and a lowly manus mirror. Hoping to see her pin-up demonic dorm again she looked at the mirror. Once more she was shocked the grimace in the hand mirror was of a young blue eyed girl with red hair's-breadth. The rattled succubus ran back to the turgid mirror were she again saw her dead on target soma in the refection.

Why are they dissimilar ? she thought to herself. Reaching out to the prominent mirror she felt the back of it and snatched her had back as a jar if hurting struck.

Backing up with a hushing she understood at least in office. This mirror had true silver on it, so the hand mirror must make some other method of reflection.

Using the small mirror she studied this new consistency, curt even for a human female she was pretty and petit. Zandriell was wicked at telling ages this physical structure could be from 12 or 20 for all she knew. Small flat tits with bright pink pap, hairless mons, and perfect tense white teeth. Letting her finger explore she found it pleasing to stir and stimulation of the clitoral good brought a flush to her side and dampness to her pussy sheepcote. Her carefully inserted finger found that the girl was also a virgin, such ability in pair of virginals rip ! No wonder her would be master had chosen this offering, what could this saphead have thought he wanted ?

Next to the charred remains she found an open patch account book written in latin. At last something companion !

Gingerly touching it and caerful of wards she was able to pick up the rule book."The muggins did not even hold his spell book. ”
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