Tales of the Crimson Succubus
The Metamorphosis

Part One: An Observation

Lord Draco sat on a throne, his left hand fondling his vein-encrusted cock. Into the megaron walked Amorous, one of Succubus’ oldest thralls. 

Although past her prime, Amorous maintained her luscious countenance. Her hair had gray patches that conferred upon her a semblance of experience and cat-eyes still had the power to mesmerize. No longer lithe, she had slightly sagging breasts that led to an hourglass-shaped midriff, with well-countered hips and rotund thighs. 

Perhaps the best part of Amorous’ anatomy was her lips, for around them were innumerable wrinkles. Draco smiled; he knew well how she had acquired so many.
 

Part Two: A Unique Attribute

When Amorous offered Draco a fruit bowl, he tossed it aside, grabbed her hair, and eased her between his legs, his massive cock bobbing in front of her face.

"Worship this phallus." 

Before she could engulf the mammoth extremity, Draco clutched her chin with his left hand and with his right reached in and withdrew the thrall’s teeth. 

"Much better," he said releasing her.

Licking her gums, Amorous opened wide and impaled herself on Draco’s aching cock, her lips at length touching the base of his crotch and pebble-sac. 

"Age becomes you, dearest," he said bouncing off the stone throne. 
 

Part Three: Cocoon

Upon a sacrificial stone rested a human-shaped coffin. Tanned black, the leather casket was empty, lying flat on the altar. 

Into the chamber walked Crimson Succubus, who approached the chantry and began to undo the coffin’s myriad metal fasteners. As she did so, the hide unleashed infinite aromas. There was the smell of dead flesh, which was like no other; the luscious scent of the flower petal oils used to soften the material; and the delicately perfumed hands of the thralls who had caressed the skin for so long. 

Succubus crawled onto the husk, her soul consumed by unfettered desire. 
 

Part Four: Larvae

Four thralls led Amorous into the rejuvenation chamber. In the room stood Crimson Succubus, her leather wings unfurled. She motioned the slaves to bring forth the aging woman. 

"You wish reconstitution?"

Eyes downcast, Amorous whispered, "Only to serve you, mistress."

Amorous crawled into the leather casket and Succubus slowly snapped each fastener shut. Isolated, the thrall took in heavy breaths. The world at first scintillated then became ebon, but soon her head cleared as the leather’s softness and firmness held court. She perspired profusely, at length writhing in the cocoon. Panic set in and she struggled until fatigue bred unconsciousness. 
 

Part Five: Pupae

For an eternity did Amorous struggle within the leather cocoon. Heavily curled fingernails clawed at the skin, unleashing a variety of aromas, from tangy peppermint and stinging clove to acerbic gingerroot and salty corium. As time wore on, she began to perspire. At first the sweat cooled her, but slowly she began to cook in her own juices. 

Amorous elected to remain still. Slowly, painfully, the leather husk began to merge with her. At first the material felt like a turtle’s carapace or a knight’s armor, but soon the leather softened, becoming like skin. 
Then the cocoon was no more. 
 

Part Six: Chrysalis

Amorous sat in an invocation chamber, her arms akimbo and her thighs spread. An intricate, insect-like carapace covered her frame. Leather and skin had become one. 

Into the room entered Crimson Succubus, who immediately licked Amorous’ rawhide lips. Down the demon went, thrusting her tongue into the woman’s cleft, its tip tickling the rind-laden bell. Tingling sensations permeated Amorous’ newfound skin; she arched her back and screamed as the leather popped and crackled with her every movement. 

Succubus looked up. "Others wait to worship you, chrysalis."

With her new skin, Amorous pleased the Succubus’ court for an infinity of decadence. 

Carmine's work has been published in Amoret, Blood Moon Zine, Lair of the Shebitch, Blue Food, Mind Caviar, Shadow of the Marquis, Nifty Erotic Stories, and Abby’s Realm

05.09.02