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Princess of Hell
Chapter 31 - Thyself (+18)

Chapter 31 - Thyself (+18)

The young noble's hands explored my body through the silk of my dress, fingers tracing every curve with growing urgency. The elaborate masquerade dress, while beautiful, now felt like an irritating barrier between us. His lips found my neck, sending waves of pleasure through my form.

Through the haze of arousal, my thoughts drifted to Mother in the other room. Had she already begun her own intimate dance with the older nobleman? I could picture her graceful movements, the calculated seduction she'd demonstrated earlier.

The young noble's hands kneaded my breasts, drawing a soft gasp from my lips. The sound startled me - so feminine, so natural. I was, letting this man touch me, embracing these sensations without hesitation. The ease with which I'd fallen into this role troubled me.

His fingers worked at the laces of my bodice as I contemplated my situation. How easily I'd accepted Lucifer and Lilith as my parents, how naturally I'd stepped into the role of their daughter. The warmth in their eyes, the genuine love they showed. Perhaps... perhaps I truly was meant to become Lily?

Yet something inside me rebelled against that thought. Even as pleasure coursed through my body, even as I arched into his touch, a part of me was convinced it was only temporary, a part of me that wasn't ready to let go of Liam.

I was lost in thought even as my increasingly naked body writhed beneath his eager hands. His fingers moved between my thighs, drawing involuntary moans from my throat.

I needed answers about Liam's body - about my body. Someone inhabited that form now, someone with enough magical knowledge to block my scrying attempts. Even if it was a simple spell, the implications frightened me.

"You're incredible," the young nobleman whispered, his breath hot against my breast. His tongue circled my nipple, sending sparks of pleasure through me. My back arched instinctively, pressing myself closer to his mouth.

The sensations threatened to overwhelm my thoughts. This body responded so naturally, so eagerly to touch. Perhaps too eagerly. Each caress, each kiss drew me deeper into its desires, making it harder to hold onto my purpose. I couldn't let myself get lost in this existence, no matter how seductive it felt.

My hand moved of its own accord, wrapping around his erection. The noble groaned against my skin, hips pushing into my grip. Yet I barely noticed my actions as I was still contemplating my next moves. I could try tracking down Faith again, see what exactly she knew about Liam's disappearance, maybe even team up with her. Or perhaps...

The Lich's offer lingered in my thoughts. He wanted a drop of my blood - blood of Lucifer's and Lilith's daughter. Could I trust him? His knowledge might prove valuable, but dealing with the undead was risky.

I didn't even notice as the nobleman guided me down, below his waist. I followed automatically, still distracted by possibilities. Should I investigate Earth first, and return to Lich if unsuccessful?

Suddenly, I realized what was happening. My lips had already parted, taking him into my mouth. My eyes widened as awareness crashed through my mental fog. This was entirely new territory for me. I'd never...

Heat flooded my cheeks as I processed my position. Yet my instincts had already taken over, knowing exactly how to move, how to please. My tongue swirled around him as naturally as breathing, drawing desperate sounds from above.

"Gods, yes," he panted, fingers tangling in my hair.

I should have felt shocked, repulsed by such act. Instead, my body hummed with satisfaction, arousal pooling between my thighs. Each moan, each twitch of his hips sent fresh waves of pleasure through me.

His taste filled my mouth, strange yet intoxicating. My demonic senses heightened every sensation, making me hyperaware of his reactions. I could feel his vital essence, just waiting to be consumed.

My free hand slid between my legs, finding myself embarrassingly wet. The nobleman's groans grew louder, more urgent. His essence called to my nature, promising sweet sustenance.

Suddenly, the noble's hips began to buck erratically. My instincts took full control, knowing exactly how to push him over the edge. I could feel his release building, his energy gathering.

The nobleman's fingers tightened in my hair as his hips jerked forward. I felt his vital essence gathering, rich and potent. My succubus senses guided me, drawing just enough of his energy to feed without harming him. The sweet taste of life force filled me with warmth.

Then something else hit my tongue - salty, thick, and unexpected. My thoughts snapped back to the present moment with crystal clarity. Horror washed through me as I realized what was happening. This should have disgusted me, should have made me recoil in revulsion.

Instead, my body hummed with pleasure. The taste was exquisite, beyond anything I could have imagined. Before I even registered the action, I'd swallowed every drop and found myself licking my lips, savouring the lingering flavour.

I pulled away with a soft pop, my mind reeling. What just happened? How could I possibly have enjoyed that? This body was truly dangerous.

Rising slowly, I stared at the nobleman's flushed face. My body tingled with anticipation for what would come next. I couldn't blame this feeling on supernatural urges anymore. The desire burning through me was entirely my own.

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Through my feedings with Bellas and intimacies with Aria and Isabella, I'd changed - though whether for better or worse, I couldn't say.

Yet as the nobleman reached for me with hungry eyes, those concerns began to fade. My resistance crumbled as heat pooled between my thighs. What scared me most wasn't that I wanted this - it was how right it felt.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as I rose from my kneeling position, my movements fluid and graceful. His brown eyes watched me with undisguised hunger as I positioned myself above him.

"You're magnificent," he whispered, hands settling on my hips.

I sank down slowly, gasping at the delicious stretch. My head fell back, white hair cascading down my spine as pleasure coursed through me. This feeling - I couldn't pretend anymore that it was just about feeding or survival.

"So beautiful," he murmured, kneading my breasts. I leaned into his touch, no longer denying my body's responses. All the pretence of reluctance had already crumbled.

My lips found his in a hungry kiss. I'd changed so much from those first uncertain days. Back then, I'd blamed everything on succubus instincts - the desire, the pleasure, the way my body responded. But now I realized that it had been a lie I told myself.

His fingers tangled in my hair as I rocked against him. Through the haze of sensation, my thoughts still drifted to my old life.

I needed to find my body, if only to protect Faith and the few friends I'd made.

"Right there," I gasped as he hit a sensitive spot, temporarily scattering my thoughts. This body was dangerously addictive, making it so easy to lose myself in physical sensation.

I tried to focus on my plans, investigating my original body, ensuring it wasn't Lily who was stuck in there and if it turned out someone else inhabited it...

Another thrust sent lightning through my nerves, derailing my train of thought completely. My fingers dug into his shoulders as pleasure built steadily.

"You feel incredible," he panted against my neck.

I could only moan in response as my mind went blank again. Each movement forced me to rebuild my thoughts from scratch, like trying to assemble a puzzle while the pieces kept scattering.

The essence I'd consumed earlier amplified every sensation. My skin tingled wherever he touched, each caress sending sparks through my nervous system. I'd stopped fighting these responses weeks ago, accepting them as part of who I was becoming.

His rhythm grew erratic as he approached his peak again. I felt his vital energy gathering, rich and intoxicating. My succubus senses reached for it instinctively, drawing it in through every point of contact between us. The dual pleasure of physical sensation and energy feeding left me gasping.

"Please," he begged, though I wasn't sure what he was asking for.

I kissed him deeply, tasting his essence on my tongue. The last fragments of resistance had long since crumbled. I couldn't deny any more how much I enjoyed this - all of it. The feeding, the pleasure, the way mortals responded to me. It wasn't just about survival anymore. It was about desire, power, and a kind of freedom I'd never known before.

My body trembled as ecstasy built to a crescendo. In these moments, thoughts of my old life seemed distant and unimportant. Yet I knew once the pleasure faded, I'd need to face those questions again. For now, though, I surrendered to sensation, letting it wash away all other concerns.

I closed the door quietly behind me, leaving the nobleman in peaceful slumber. His vital energy coursed through my veins, making my skin tingle with renewed vigour. I stretched, arching my back and rolling my shoulders.

"Had fun, dear?"

I jumped at my mother's voice, spinning around to find Lilith leaning against the wall with an amused smile. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I realized she must have heard the latter part of my encounter.

"How long were you listening?" I asked, mortified.

"Long enough." She pushed off the wall, her midnight hair cascading over her shoulders. "It's not every day I get to go hunting with my daughter. I wrapped things up quickly to check how you were doing."

I slid down the wall until I sat on the floor, burying my face in my hands. Those last few minutes had been particularly... vocal. The nobleman certainly hadn't complained, but having Lilith hear it was an entirely different matter.

"Your technique was quite impressive," Lilith said, clearly enjoying my embarrassment. "The way you drew out his essence gradually while maintaining physical pleasure showed excellent control."

"It was just instinct," I mumbled through my fingers. Something about discussing my conquest with her made me feel oddly shy, though I couldn't understand why.

Lilith's musical laugh echoed in the hallway. "You sell yourself short, dear. Natural talent only takes you so far - the rest comes from skill and practice." She extended her hand to help me up. "What matters most is that you enjoyed yourself. Did you?"

I took her hand, rising gracefully to my feet. "Yes," I admitted. There was no point denying it - she'd heard plenty of evidence.

"Wonderful." She waved her hand, and reality split open before us, revealing a portal crackling with dark energy. "Shall we head home?"

I stared at the portal, fascinated by the intricate patterns of magic swirling within. "How do you do that?"

"Creating portals? It's complex magic, but once you learn it it's quite simple." She gestured for me to go first. "Keep studying at academy and you'll master it too."

I stepped through the portal, wondering if I'd ever get the chance to learn such spells. Even after the encounter my situation felt temporary - surely, I'd find my original body at some point and return to my old life. Yet as we emerged in hell's familiar crimson landscape, doubt gnawed at me.

Who was I really? The lines between Liam and Lily had begun to blur. I enjoyed things I never would have imagined before - hunting, feeding, intimate encounters with both men and women. Was it really just this body's influence, or had these desires always been part of me?

"Something on your mind?" Lilith asked as we walked through the palace gates.

"Just thinking about magic," I lied. How could I explain my identity crisis to her? She thought I was simply her daughter, recently awakened from a magical coma. The truth was far more complicated.

"We could arrange some extracurricular lessons if you're interested." She smiled warmly. "You have tremendous potential, dear."

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. Her maternal affection both warmed and troubled me. Part of me yearned to embrace it fully, to be the daughter she clearly loved. Another part insisted this was fake, that I needed to maintain emotional distance.

"Thank you for tonight," I said finally. "It was... educational."

"Indeed." She kissed my forehead. "Get some rest, dear. You've had quite an evening."

I watched her glide away down the corridor, her presence both regal and deadly. My body hummed with stolen energy, my mind buzzed with questions. Who was I becoming? More importantly, who did I want to be?

The answers eluded me as I made my way to my chambers. Perhaps they always would. For now, I could only navigate this strange existence one day at a time, balancing between two identities while searching for truth about my transformation.