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It was the end of my first week of living with Lys, my new roommate, and I was already ready to kill her. There didn't seem to be a single thing we agreed on. 

I wanted to sleep in until at least ten, she wanted to wake with the sun and throw open the shades. She burned pounds of awful incense that filled our room with thick clouds of smoke, while I happened to enjoy breathing. And on and on it went. Every moment was a battle and if I backed down then that was a concession. 

Lys hammered her fist on our shared bathroom door, "are you even alive in there Tom?"

I whirl away from the mirror and shout, "don't fucking call me that!"

"Don't call you what? Your name?"

"Yes!"

"Well then what in all the 12 hells am I meant to call you?"

"I don't know," I seethed, "just leave me in peace woman."

"How can I when you've been camped out in the bathroom for two hours? I have to relieve myself."

I rolled my eyes, "it has not been two hours. And if you cannot manage to control yourself then you have plenty of potted plants at your disposal."

A second later the door slammed open, the lock snapping clean in two. I yelped and leapt out of the way, my long tale curling around my left leg. Our now broken bathroom door hung at an angle on a hinge and a half.

Lys stormed in. Long blond hair was pulled up into the messy bun she wore while she studied at night. Her amber eyes were dark with anger. In this new body I'd been cursed into she was now a good six inches taller than me. Just a few weeks ago I would have been a good six inches taller than her.

"What are you even doing in here?" Lys asked accusatorially, then her eyes narrowed, "were you touching yourself this whole time?" 

I spluttered, "w-what? No o-of course not. Why would I be?"

"You are a succubus," she waved a hand, "it is what they do, no? It isn't as if you've succeeded in bringing anyone home to your bed."

Why did she seem to think the lack of sex was a failure on my part? 

"I am not a succubus," I reminded her for the nth time, "I was cursed into this body, that much is true, but I am a human, and a man at that!"

Lys gave me a skeptical look up and down. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, currently I wore a rather frilly night gown and my hair was done up in a cute little braid.

"I just..." Lys cut herself off when I glared at her, "oh don't start pouting. You are far to cute when you pout."

My hands balled into fists, "I do not pout!" I shouted. Behind me my tale lashed at the air.

Lys shook her head and ran a hand through her long hair, "look I... I'm making a mess of this. To-, um, look I think we got off on the wrong foot. I've been trying to apologize and doing a poor job of it."

"That was an attempted apology?" Now I was the one giving her a skeptical look.

"I know, I know, it is a fault of mine. I did not mean to antagonize you. Neither of us wanted to be roommates but that does not mean it must be such a battle. We can find compromises."

"Well, alright then," it was a shit apology but I could see Lys was trying. In all fairness I had been just as antagonistic.

"For instance, I was going to suggest we arrange for times where I leave to study somewhere else so you can bring whoever you want back to the room."

I took back every nice word I'd ever thought or said about the damned woman. To the eighth hell with her!

"I am not bringing back some random man to have a quick fuck!"

"Women then, you certainly won't find judgment from me."

"There will be no fucking of anyone! I am not some sex crazed whore."

Lys rolled her eyes, "that isn't at all what I am saying... bah, this would all be easier if you had a name."

"Alice!" The name was flying out of my lips before my thoughts could catch up.

Lys blinked, "that was fast."

"Oh sod off Lys." I turned my nose up and gave her my best glare, "there, now I have a name so you can go back to making wild assumptions about my sex life."

"I," Lys sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose, "I can't focus when you pout, you know this." I was about to launch into another round of cursing but she cut me off, "look, Alice, I don't care what you do or with who. What I care about is the fact that you are starving yourself and I don't think you've even realized it."

"Your concern is unfounded Lys. I am not some sex crazed succubus slut who needs cock and cunt as much as she needs air!"

Lys crossed her arms, "fine then," she made another exasperated sigh, "I will stop treating you like a succubus as long as you can avoid acting like one for a week."

I snorted, "finally."

"Now get out and let me use the damn bathroom."

I rolled my eyes and petulantly stomped out. A week, it would be child's play. Just seven days with no sex or touching my cock.

I made it four days. Four long aching days. 

Every day that dragged passed after Lys and I made our deal was worse than the last. A hunger unlike anything I'd ever experienced filled every inch of my being. I yearned so madly for sex, for touch, for fucking anything.

On the fourth day I awoke with a throbbing cock and nipples so sensitive that the bed sheets almost made me cum. When I looked down I found an embarrassingly wet spot in the center of my tented sheets.

Thankfully Lys was already off to whatever classes that idiot took. Seriously who wanted to be lectured at before nine in the morning?

I threw off my sheet and groaned as cool air brushed over my body. My cock sprang up. It was so achingly hard, dripping a long line of precum down onto a pool that must have formed over the course of the night. I prayed Lys hadn't seen it.

Swinging my legs out of bed I pulled a dirty shirt from my laundry hamper. Wiping myself clean proved to be a mistake. The rough cloth rubbing against my shaft had me moaning like a whore. 

I panted as more precum leaked out.

It was nothing like what I'd made as a man. This was clear and more silky smooth than sticky. It reminded me of lube. 

Gods above and bellow my body was leaking lube. 

The idea of using my cum as lubricant made my cock twitch. My whole body shook with it. 

I took a long shuddering breath and pushed myself all the way up onto my feet. I was not so pathetic that I would cum at the mere thought of something, even if it was so tantalizingly lewd. 

Imagines of of my cock coated in more of the silky sticky cum. Lys's hands dancing up and down the length. Her hands were large, one of them could probably envelope my whole cock now. Succubus cocks were so frustratingly small. To think I'd once found them cute.

Shaking my head I pushed the perversions from my mind. 

I needed a cold shower and I needed it badly. The walk across our room to the shower proved far more difficult than I'd imagined. Every step sent my sensitive little cock swaying back and forth. Each bounce sent a jolt of pleasure into my core.

Gritting my teeth I reached the bathroom. The damn door was still broken, it could be mostly closed but there was no locking it.

A flick of my wrist and a muttered spell brought the shower to life. I adjusted the water to be cold but not impossibly so, then stepped in.

The rough cascade of pressurized water hit my chest and I moaned. My erect nipples were pummeled by droplet after droplet. Waves of pleasure started to hit me.

My eyes fluttered. It was all I could do to keep standing.

Moan after moan poured out of my mouth. I couldn't control myself. My hips began to buck, thrusting and bouncing my little cock into the water.

When I regained my senses I was laying at the bottom of the shower. Several panting breaths later I gathered the strength to pull myself up enough to turn off the water. Then I collapsed back down onto the shower floor.

The reality of what I'd done hit me. Was I really so pathetically desperate that I'd cum just from stepping into the shower?

I hid my flushed face behind my hands. If Lys were to find out I would never hear the end of it.

As much as I was loath to admit, it seemed like the physical transformation might have some side affects. Perhaps I did need to attend to my libido now with greater regularity. I conceded that this was what it was, I could not fight this new sex drive. 

But that certainly did not mean I would admit defeat to Lys. That damnable woman would like nothing more than to lord my failure over me.

So the only logical course of action would be to get everything out of my system now.

I nodded, yes that would be the most sensible thing to do. If I worked it all out then I could easily last another three days. After that I could look into finding a person or two whose silence could be bought, they would assist me with my new... needs.

Pushing myself out of the shower I toweled down. I was already growing hard again.

I met my reflections eyes in the mirror. Yellow catlike eyes stared back at me from a beautiful feminine face with light red skin. I opened my mouth and examined my fangs, a long snake like tongue slithered out to wrap around one fang. My tale uncoiled from my leg, it often wrapped itself there like a waiting snake. Its tip was spear shaped and soft in a rubbery way.

This was my reality now, no matter how much I tried to hide from it.

So fine, I was a succubus. And fine, I needed some amount of sexual pleasure to subsist off of. And yes perhaps my libido burned brighter and flared more often.

I could handle this.

And so I followed the most rational course of action and went back into the bedroom to start to touching myself. 

As I stepped into our shared bedroom a wave of unfamiliar scents hit me. It seemed some new facet of my demon being was manifesting. It had happened several times now, when I was first cursed I did not have a tail and my eyes appeared more human. 

So the newest development was an enhanced sense of smell. This was good, I could use this. Finding poisons in my food would be far easier now with both my enhanced sight and smell. And with the right training I would be better equipped for foraging for reagents for my alchemical pursuits.

I took a deep breath, and surprisingly my tongue flicked out to scent the air. It seemed by tongue and nose worked in concert now.

A honey sweet musk filled my lungs. It was an addicting scent that made my head feel light. A few times in the past I'd joined other students to smoke some of the various pipe weeds and hookahs, this high reminded me of that.

Eagerly I gulped in more and more.

My eyes fell closed and I let the scent fill and surround me. Warm honey pooled in my lungs. A heady buzz of a high settled into the back of my mind. Thoughts were coming slower now.

I giggled.

I was high of just breathing.

Another breath. My body moved on its own, chasing after that sweet honey scent. It was most like a honey pastry fresh out of the oven, but there was a curious musk to it as well. 

It was, without exaggeration, the best thing I'd even smelled.

My hands found something soft that practically oozed my new addiction. 

One hand pulled the soft lovely thing to be nose so I could breath it all in and the other wandered lower. My tail wrapped its way around my chest and started toying with my nipples.

I moaned, "oh gods."

Who would have guessed just my nipples could make me feel this good?

My tail coiled and shifted so it could rub against both of them leaving my right hand free to wrap around my little cock. It was slick with leaking cum now. I rubbed my slippery cum into my cock and let out another moan.

With the scent filling my lungs and my hands just where the aught to be I let myself go. A little indulgence never hurt anyone.

Besides, Lys had classes for nearly the whole day. And she often went to the library after for more studying. I had more than eight hours to get this out of my system.

So I kept my eyes shut and chased after my pleasure.

It came in waves. Washing over me again and again. Constant crests of rising wonderful mind breaking pleasure. This was so much better than the orgasms I'd experienced as a man, hells this was better than sex as a man. 

Instead of an instant burst of white hot pleasure I was treated now to an endless rise and fall. Like the tides pulling and pushing pleasure in and out of me.

At some point my mouth fell open. Now my tongue tasted the scent directly and it sent another hip twitching crest of pleasure crashing into me.

Sweet and tangy with musk, I licked and lapped and breathed it all in. Surely this was heaven.

My mind formed fantasies. I pictured women watching my display. They were disgusted, raising their noses to look down at me, but they did not look away. They could not look away from the lewd eroticism. 

And in many of my fantasies, for some reason, Lys was there. Lys was the focus.

Her amber eyes devoured me. With long dexterous fingers she worked more pleasure out of me. She smiled haughtily and whispered, "look at you now. Why did you even bother to pick a name when we could just call you slut."

"Alice."

"Lys," I moaned.

That wonderful accented voice sent me up and into another wave of pleasure. My hips rose fully off the floor and my cum splattered across my chest. Swiftly my tail collected some of the cum and used it to better rub my nipples.

"Alice."

"Please Lys," I whimpered.

"Alice open your eyes damn it."

Following the order felt as natural as breathing. My eyes blinked open.

A very unimpressed Lys was staring down at me.

I blinked again. My thoughts moved slowly through my honey addled mind. And then it hit me.

That was Lys.

Lys was standing above me. She was here, in this room.

"Um," I said, searching for what to say, "you see..."

She snorted, "I certainly do."

"There isn't anything wrong with me pleasuring myself," I said defensively.

"No there is not," she agreed. "But Alice, would you care to tell me why you have my panties plastered to your face? The very same panties I wore to bed last night I might add."

I blinked. 

Slowly I lifted my left hand away from my face. A pair of spit sodden panties peeled off my cheek. They were light blue with lace around the top.

"Um," I mumbled, "I didn't... I didn't, um, realize."

Lys snorted, "you didn't realize? That's your excuse, really?"

I just stared dumbly up at the panties. Even now, even with all the shame and embarrassment, I realized my tail was still moving. And I wanted so badly to bring them back to my face.

"Alice," Lys purred, "you realize what this means don't you?"

I looked up at her, "what?"

Lys smiled, it was predatory, hungry, "you failed."

"I... failed?" My sex drunk mind tried to figure out why.

"You did you dirty girl. Failed quiet spectacularly I might add. I was expecting to catch you with a girl, maybe with a hand down you pants. But no, I come back to find you rubbing yourself silly in a puddle of your own cum."

I looked down and realized she was right. Cum pooled around my hips and stomach, it covered my chest and there was some on my legs and probably my face as well.

Blinking again I finally put it together. Our bet, oh gods our bet.

Lys snapped a finger, "alright, get up."

Slowly I pushed myself up to my knees and then my feet. My muscles were sore and cramped in several places.

"You remember the deal don't you Alice?" Lys purred, "if you act like the slutty little succubus we both know you are than I get to treat you accordingly."

"I'm not slutty," I protested.

Lys rolled her eyes, "Alice you were literally lying in a pile of your own cum huffing my panties."

My tail curled up behind me, I balled my hands into fists and mumbled, "was not."

"Oh," Lys cooed, "are you going to pout now? The little slut is to embarrassed to admit what she was doing?"

"I'm not pouting!"

Chuckling Lys grabbed my shoulders and started pushing me towards the bathroom, "if you're this intent on lying to yourself the I shall just have to show you what you looked like." She paused and I could hear her grin in her words, "I'm sure you're holding onto my used panties for a good reason. You wouldn't just be so addicted to my smell that you didn't even realize you were taking them with you."

Gulping I looked down at my hand. I tossed her panties into her laundry bin.

Lys just laughed as she maneuvered me into the bathroom.

"What are we doing in here?" I asked.

Lys walked me up to the mirror, "look at yourself," she commanded. With her right hand she cupped my jaw and raised my head until I had no other choice.

I was a mess. There was cum dripping off of nearly every inch of me. My hard little cock was still twitching and leaking more of it onto the floor. The chin length black hair which used to be smooth and strait was now a rumbled mess, it stuck out in little clumps in every direction. 

The eyes that met mine were blown so much wider now. I realized my mouth was hanging open and my tongue was trying to reach Lys's fingers. And my traitorous tail was sneaking up to try and tease my nipples again.

Behind me Lys leaned over, resting her chin on my left shoulder, "quiet the sight to see aren't you? Honestly it was a treat to walk in on. I think I'll spend far less time studying in the library now," she licked her lips and whispered into my ear, "I think I'll need to take some time out of my days to take care of my little slut."

The words sent a shiver down my spine. I wanted to protest, but how could I given the state I was in? Besides I would be lying if I said the idea of Lys attending to me didn't light a fire in my core.

"Oh," Lys cooed, "look how she twitches when I call her a slut."

"I do not!"

"Don't pout doll," Lys leaned in so her lips were brushing my ear, "watch your little cock. Watch how it twitches when I call you slut. My slut, my filthy little slut."

And it did. Every single time.

It felt good to. A lesser pleasure than having my hand wrapped around it, but still...

"Slut," Lys whispered again and again. "My slut."

My cock kept twitching and then I realized what she was trying to do. Gods, she was going to make me cum just from being called a slut.

Her words kept dusting my ears and my body kept twitching. 

Soon my hips were thrusting when she called me a slut, it made my little cock bounce up higher which felt even better.

"Good slut, swinging her little cock around. Go on slut, hump the air for me."

I whined.

"Look at yourself slut. This is what you are. Doesn't it feel so good slut? Tell me, tell me how good it feels."

"It f-feels good," I mumbled.

"Say it feels good to be a slut."

"Lys," I whined.

"Say it, or I won't let you cum."

My eyes went wide at that. She was a powerful mage in her own right, did she really have some spell that could stop me? Hold me on the edge for hours or even days? And why did it seem like I liked that idea so much?

I was already whimpering, "it feels good to be a slut."

"Good girl," Lys cooed. 

It made my heart feel all fluttery.

"Oh she likes being called a good girl doesn't she? Don't bother lying now slut. What's the point in lying to me when I've seen you like this?"

"L-L-Like it," I gasped, "I l-like it."

"There we go. What a good slut I have," Lys reached around and pinched my nipple, "say I love being Lys's slut."

I yelped and stuttered, "I l-love being Lys's s-slut."

"Keep saying it and I'll let you cum."

"L-Love b-b-being Lys's slut."

"There we go baby."

"I L-Love being Lys's slut!" 

My cock bounced as my hips thrust back and forth. Strings of precum were dripping out and sticking to the sink.

"L-Love b-being Lys's slut! Love i-it! I L-Love..."

Lys whispered, "if you cum right now I'll let you lick and sniff the panties I'm wearing."

"L-Lo-Lo-Love... Oh! Oh Fucking Gods!" I screamed as I came.

My hips jittered and twitched. More of my clear slippery cum spilled out of my cock, it sprayed all over the sink and mirror. I came and came until my vision went blurry. Shaking legs started to give out but somehow I stayed standing.

Everything was light and fuzzy. My whole body had a warm tingle in it and I was so happy I hardly new what to do with myself. 

For a long while all I could do was pant and let the pleasure roll through me. 

When I came to, slowly blinking myself back into reality, I realized Lys was holding me. Her strong arms were wrapped around my stomach and she'd tilted my body so I was leaning into her. It was warm and incredibly safe.

My head was leaning against her chest. Shifting a bit I looked up at her.

Lys was smiling. It was the happiest I'd ever seen her. 

"You did wonderfully," she said and I could tell she meant it.

I tried to respond but my words were too slurred to be comprehensible.

"Shh, none of that now darling," Lys whispered, "you did such a good job Alice. You were such a good girl for me. Now let me help you clean up and we can get you to bed."

"B-B-But," I blubbered, "what about my reward?"

Lys tilted her head, "are you sure you have enough energy to do anything else?"

I nodded as fast as I could, "Lyssss," I whined, "you promised."

"Oh don't start pouting now. You know I can't resist the your cute pouting."

"Lys..."

"Alright, alright, I'll give you your reward, just stop pouting." Lys shifted me in her arms, "I'm going to have to put you down, then you can have it you seductress."