Seranna’s Awakening [MF] [oral]

It is thought that all subccubi must take a soul once they reap the seed from their victims.

Sure, it is far tastier to fully consume the morsel you have so delightfully hunted. But that isn’t very prosperous in today’s economy.

But we’ll get the that eventually.

First, the awakening of the most lucrative super whore known to the devil.

This is where we enter the world of Seranna.

In life she wasn’t much. A mere wet nurse that succumbed to the blight of syphilis, those days were tough on women. Her meagre earnings even supported by her occasional whoring barely left her with bread.

Dead by the age of 23, she descended into what she assumed was to be her hell and eternal punishment.

The flames burnt first her diseased body, and then licked away the torment from her mind. There was pain, yes. The excruciating pain of change.

She was cast before darkness incarnate, stripped bare of all she knew as a mortal.

“Do not fear, youngling. For your life as just begun.”

The words were not spoken nor chanted nor hummed. They were etched within Seranna’s slowly reforming mind. She felt calmed.
Gone was the human weakness of anxiety of fear. It would not serve her anymore.

Questions raced as her grey matter finally allowed her synapses to fire.

“Why am I here? What will you do with me? What am I…becoming?”

She could feel the tut of affectionate disappointment from the entity that tasked itself with slowly rebuilding her. She had tried to use her nonexistent lips and vocal cords to speak. It pained her briefly until she was cured of it yet again.

“My sweet, you will have to learn how your new form works.
You are not bound by muscle tendon and viscera anymore.
You are will, spirit and force. You need not move.
You need only exert your will.”

Skipping the unnecessarily gruesome details of Serannas becoming. Flesh raised from her bones and built anew upon a foundation of strength, she awoke.

Alone and hot. So very hot. The winter snow surrounding her could not cope and dissolved upon contact.

She knew what she had to do to assuage the cloistering heat. She had to hunt, to reap and to feed.

Manoeuvring her new hell-made shell proved far easier upon Earth than below. She slunk through the streets with ease, happening upon a victim so soon she must have unconsciously sensed him.

He hassled a woman. Her dress torn from abuse. Seranna recognised the gait. An ex client that knew not of boundaries.

“She won’t do for your night good sir. Please. Come with me.”

Her voice, she revelled in its unshaken confidence. Like a song to lure prey in oh so easily.

His experience of her was tailored to him. What he desired in that moment. His deepest needs.

He would view a tall, straw haired woman, with heavy unsullied breasts. He could almost taste the nipples he could sight through her bar-keep clothing.

He dropped the abused whores garment as his feet led him before his brain.

“How much?” He uttered. Enraptured by the almost too familiar beauty of Seranna.

Little did he know her newfound powers worked her image from his mind. A childhood memory, foggy but so effective.

“We’ll talk business after.”

Without further vigil she led him, taking care not the break the illusion by dragging his soul filled husk into the alley.

She marvelled internally, the respect he afforded her. He was not a respectful john, not if his earlier antics were to be considered.

She surely commanded his core desires, and therefore his actions.

Her knees hitting the rough concrete used to split them, rendering her in agony for the act. But now, it just sent pleasure up her renewed spine.

Whereas the clients cocks before would taste of piss and uncleanliness, it now tasted of the sweetest ambrosia. A delightful taster for the meal to come.

He didn’t last long at all. Her tongue crafted by horrid forces to exploit his weaknesses.

The event of one losing their soul to a succubus is quite the sight. He would experience an orgasm of the likes he could never achieve again. Toe curling, lip biting and eye rolling.

She thought of it as pathetic really, as she rose, lapping the missed parts of her appetiser from the corners of her mouth.

Just in front of his open mouth, journeying further as his skin withered and blackened, was his soul.

Small and diminutive, as per himself. Barely glowing with the light of good deeds. But still a soul. Spherical and irresistible to Seranna.

She swallowed it whole, feeling her body glow and her true form momentarily break through the illusion lost by the johns death.

High ram-like horns adorned her head. Skin shifted with energy between fuchsia and lavender. Teeth sharp and deadly.

This form showed her true power as a hunter of men. She would not he harmed while she was feeding.

She was now, the ultimate being.

AN: This is very early concept but I would adore feedback/if this deserves more chapters.

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