The warm water enveloped me, but did little to drown out the sounds filtering through the bathroom door. Aria's moans grew louder, more urgent. My hands slid across my skin, responding to her pleasure without conscious thought.

I yanked them away, dunking myself under the surface again. The water muffled the sounds, but my treacherous body still tingled. Every splash against my skin felt electric.

Rising for air, I caught Bellas's low groan. Heat pooled in my core. My fingers traced patterns on my thighs before I realized what I was doing. I jerked them away again, gripping the edges of the tub.

The water cooled gradually. My hands wandered despite my best efforts. Each time I caught myself, pulled away, tried to focus on anything else. But the sounds, the memories of our previous encounter, the growing hunger in my body - they all conspired against my resolve.

Hours passed like this - fighting my body's demands while Aria's cries of pleasure punctuated the silence. The water grew cold. My skin pruned. Still I stayed, afraid to face what waited beyond the door.

Finally, blessed quiet fell. I waited several more minutes to be sure, then pulled myself from the tub. My legs felt weak as I dried off, wrapping the towel tight around my body.

I cracked open the door. Dim red light from the crystals outside filtered through our window, casting everything in a crimson glow. Aria lay sprawled across our bed, one arm draped possessively over Bellas's chest. A satisfied smile curved her lips even in sleep.

Their clothes lay scattered across the floor. I picked my way carefully around them, trying not to wake either of my roommates. My own bed waited, cool and empty. I slipped between the sheets, curling into myself.

The sound of their steady breathing filled the room. Despite my exhaustion, sleep felt far away. But eventually, the gentle rhythm of their breaths lulled me under.

I found myself standing in a stark white void, but something felt different. Looking down, I saw my old body - Liam's body. The familiar masculine form I'd known for twenty-six years.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" A sultry voice purred.

I spun around and there she stood - Lily. Her white hair cascaded down her curvaceous form, red eyes gleaming with otherworldly allure.

Her fingers traced along my chest. "All this power could be yours. These pleasures, this strength..." She pressed against me. "Just let go of who you were."

"No!" I pushed her away. "I didn't ask for any of this! I don't want it!"

"Oh?" She circled me like a predator. "This weak, mortal shell? Compare it to what you could become." Her hand caressed my face. "Such potential, wasted on human hang-ups."

My resolve wavered for a moment as I felt the raw power emanating from her. The promise of supernatural might...

I shook my head violently. "No. This isn't me. I won't accept it."

She clicked her tongue. "Your denial changes nothing. You're only making this harder on yourself."

Her form began to shift - skin flushing crimson, nails extending to wicked points. Great bat wings unfurled from her back as her white hair darkened to pitch black. Hellfire wreathed her transformed figure.

"If you won't accept it willingly..." Her voice dropped to a demonic growl. "I'll take what's mine!"

She lunged at me with supernatural speed-

I bolted upright in bed, heart pounding. Back in Lily's body, covered in sweat. Aria's soft snores came from beside me. Across the room, I saw Bellas had moved to the other bed.

As I tried to steady my breathing, a troubling thought struck me. These urges had only grown stronger the more I'd fought them. Was resistance truly the only path forward?

I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Aria or Bellas. The urges clawed at my insides, a constant reminder of this body's needs. I had to find answers before I lost myself completely.

The academy halls stretched empty and silent as I made my way to the library. My heels clicked against the marble floor, echoing off the vaulted ceilings. The massive oak doors creaked open to reveal towering bookshelves that disappeared into shadows above.

Books drifted through the air like autumn leaves, their pages rustling as they moved between shelves. The sight would have amazed me more if I wasn't so focused on my mission.

A pale figure caught my eye - a demoness with goat horns and a lithe frame lounged behind the main desk. Dark circles rimmed her eyes, giving her a perpetually exhausted look. Despite her obvious fatigue, there was an otherworldly beauty to her features that made my pulse quicken. I pushed the reaction aside, blaming it on my increasingly desperate state.

"A student? At this hour?" Her monotone voice carried across the empty space. "How... unusual."

"I needed to do some research," I approached the desk. "I'm Lily."

"Meridia." She didn't rise from her slouched position. "The library's official librarian. What brings a succubus here when most of your kind are... otherwise occupied?"

Heat crept up my neck. "I'm interested in learning more about teleportation magic. And... about succubi nature. Particularly regarding our hunger."

"Interesting combination." Her tail swished lazily as she raised a hand. Several books pulled themselves from different sections of the library, floating down to arrange themselves neatly on a nearby reading desk. "These should cover the basics of what you're looking for."

I settled into a plush armchair, pulling the first book on succubus nature into my lap. The hollow ache in my core made it difficult to concentrate on the text, but I forced myself to focus. The first few chapters covered basic information I already knew - the feeding process, magical abilities, basic anatomy.

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My hands trembled as I turned the pages. The text explained how succubi used vital energies to stabilize their immense magical power. Without regular feeding, the imbalance could drive them feral. My throat went dry at the implications.

"No, there has to be another way," I whispered, flipping through more pages with increasing desperation.

A particular passage caught my eye. It detailed rare cases where transformed succubi retained memories of their previous lives. In these instances, the old personality would clash with new demonic instincts. Without finding balance between the two sides, these succubi inevitably descended into madness, becoming slaves to their desires.

My stomach lurched. Was this my fate? To either give in to these urges or lose my mind fighting them?

I scanned further, searching for any mention of a cure or permanent solution. Instead, I found warnings against suppressing the hunger for too long. Every source emphasized the same point - prolonged resistance only increased the risk of going feral.

The description of feral succubi made my blood run cold. They became mindless creatures driven purely by lust, mating indiscriminately without concern for their partners' wellbeing. Many victims didn't survive the encounter.

The book slipped from my trembling fingers. I'd been hoping to find a way to eliminate these urges completely, to return to some semblance of my old self. But according to everything I'd read, that path only led to disaster.

I slumped back in the chair, running my fingers through my white hair. The texts were clear - there was no escaping these urges. Every attempt would only delay the inevitable, making the eventual fall that much worse.

"Damn it all," I muttered, my tail lashing in frustration. How many times could I feed before Liam disappeared completely? My previous encounter with Bellas had felt amazing, but afterwards left me feeling further from my old self.

My hands clenched into fists. I refused to accept this was the only path forward. There had to be another solution - some way to return to my original body. But the clock was ticking. These books made it clear that fighting these urges would only lead to losing myself entirely.

I grabbed the tome on teleportation magic, forcing myself to focus despite the gnawing hunger. The sooner I found answers about interdimensional travel, the better chance I had of escaping this situation entirely. My engineering background helped me grasp the complex magical formulas, but there was still so much ground to cover.

A shiver ran through me as another wave of need hit. I gritted my teeth, trying to ignore it. Time was running out - I could feel my control slipping with each passing hour. If I didn't find answers soon...

I shook my head sharply. No point dwelling on worst-case scenarios. The solution had to be here somewhere in these books. I just needed to keep searching, keep studying, before this body's desires consumed what remained of who I used to be.

My fingers traced over the intricate diagrams showing ley line convergences and planar intersections. Somewhere in all this arcane knowledge lay my ticket home. I just had to find it before it was too late.

I gathered the books and returned them to Meridia, who barely looked up from her own reading. My footsteps echoed through the empty library as I made my way to the exit, my mind heavy with what I'd learned.

The corridors were still quiet, though I could hear distant movement as early risers began their day. My tail dragged behind me, matching my dejected mood. The research had only confirmed my fears - there was no escaping these urges without risking my sanity.

I paused by a window, watching the eternal twilight of Hell's sky. The hunger gnawed at my core, a constant reminder of what I'd become. The memory of feeding from Bellas flickered through my mind, sending an unwanted surge of arousal through my body.

"I can't keep fighting this forever," I whispered to my reflection in the glass. The beautiful demoness staring back seemed like a stranger, yet her needs were becoming harder to ignore. The texts were clear - resist too long and I'd lose myself completely.

My fingers traced the cool glass. "Just enough to stay sane," I promised myself. "Nothing more." Maybe if I approached it clinically, treated it like a necessary medical procedure, I could maintain some distance from these demonic urges.

But even as I made that resolution, another part of me remembered how good it felt to give in, to let those instincts take control. I shook my head sharply. No. I was still Liam inside, regardless of this body's desires. I just needed to find balance until I could figure out a way home.

The walk back to my room felt longer than usual. Each step brought me closer to what I knew needed to happen, even as part of me still rebelled against the idea. The engineering student I used to be would never have imagined ending up in this situation.

I opened our door to find Aria already awake, lounging on her bed in a sheer nightgown. Bellas knelt beside her, his muscled form bare except for those nipple rings.

"There you are!" Aria's eyes lit up. "I was just thinking we could have some morning fun before classes. Care to join us?"

My throat went dry as I looked at them both. The hunger surged, nearly overwhelming my resolve to keep control. But maybe this was better - get it over with now, on my own terms, rather than waiting until the need grew too strong to resist.

"I..." I swallowed hard, fighting to keep my voice steady. "Alright."

"Perfect!" Aria purred, patting the bed beside her.

I approached slowly, trying to ignore how my body trembled with anticipation. Just enough to stay sane, I reminded myself. Just enough to keep control. This time I wouldn't let the instincts take over completely.

But as I sat down and Aria's fingers traced my arm, I wondered if I was only fooling myself.

I carefully disentangled myself from the pile of limbs on the bed. My skin still tingled from our earlier activities, but my mind felt clearer than before. This time I hadn't lost control completely - I'd been present, aware. The succubus instincts had guided rather than overwhelmed me.

Bellas lay sprawled across the sheets, his chest rising and falling steadily. Despite his exhaustion, his eyes tracked my movements. The sight of his well-muscled form sent a fresh wave of heat through me, but it wasn't the all-consuming need from before.

"Going somewhere?" Aria's voice was thick with satisfaction.

"Shower," I mumbled, grabbing a towel. "We have classes soon."

I hurried to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. The warm water helped wash away the evidence of our encounter, but couldn't erase the memories. Or the fact that I'd enjoyed it. Really enjoyed it.

The thought should have horrified me more. This wasn't who I was supposed to be. Yet when I'd stopped fighting so hard against the instincts, let them guide me without taking over completely...

The bathroom door clicked open. Before I could protest, Aria slipped into the shower behind me, her hands sliding around my waist.

"You're still so tense," she murmured, fingers kneading my shoulders. "Even after all that fun."

I tried to step away but found myself leaning into her touch instead. "I'm fine."

"Mmm, no you're not." Her hands moved lower, cupping my breasts. "Let me help you relax properly."

"Aria-" My protest cut off in a gasp as her fingers found sensitive spots.

She pressed closer, her lips brushing my neck. "Stop overthinking everything."

Her touch was different than before - gentler, more focused. One hand traced patterns across my stomach while the other slid between my thighs. I should have stopped her. Instead, I turned my head to meet her kiss.

Our tongues tangled as her fingers worked their magic. She seemed to know exactly where to touch, how much pressure to use. My hips moved of their own accord, chasing the pleasure she offered.

"That's it," she purred against my lips. "Just feel."

My breath came faster as she increased her pace. The water cascaded over us both as she pressed me against the shower wall. Her free hand roamed my body, finding every sensitive spot.

The climax built slowly this time, without the frantic edge of demonic hunger. When it finally crashed over me, my cry echoed off the bathroom walls.

Aria held me as I caught my breath, her touch turning soothing rather than arousing. "Better?"

I nodded, unable to deny how much more relaxed I felt. She might be a succubus, but in her own twisted way she was trying to help.

"Good." She kissed my shoulder. "Now let's get ready for class before we're late."

I followed her out of the shower, wrapping myself in a towel. The internal conflict wasn't gone - I still needed to find a way back to my old life. But maybe fighting these urges so hard was doing more harm than good.

We dressed quickly, gathering our books for the day ahead. As we left our room, I caught sight of Bellas starting his morning cleaning routine. The sight brought a flush to my cheeks, but the shame was less intense than before.