Mariel was hanging out in her local tavern, trying to find someone to fuck and feed on. She had concealed her demonic appearance behind a glamour, turning her red skin black and hiding her horns, wings, and tail, allowing her to meld into the crowd as a fellow human rather than the succubus she truly was. Contrary to popular belief, succubi weren’t necessarily evil - some; many, indeed; were perfectly law-abiding citizens who just so happened to subsist on the byproduct of an activity considered taboo. But given that mortal perception shaped spiritual beings, her kind had taken on an evil countenance, forcing the deception. Sure, there were some who were attracted to it, but too many would flee instead. So she had to hide herself away behind this illusion. Not that it changed that much; her natural good looks were still evident, and she always had her charm… and the minor bit of magic to help things along. Even so, she wasn’t having much luck yet this evening - most of the patrons weren’t here for sex, or were in longer-term relationships, or looked like the sort she wanted to actively avoid. Just because she was technically a spiritual being who could always regrow or discard her current body didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt if an interaction went the wrong way. She sighed in frustration. Looked like it would be slim pickings tonight.

And then, an absolutely gorgeous woman walked into the room. Muscles, clearly practiced with the sword at her side, rippled under her trench coat as she quickly made her way over to a booth and sat herself down. She pulled off her hat, letting her long red hair flow freely, framing her tanned face. She seemed tired, but was nothing but gracious towards the tavern-maid who came over to take her order. Yes. This was the one, alright.

Mariel sent out a questioning thread of magic towards the woman, trying to sense how she’d take her advances. She was attracted to women and knew it - good start - and seemed like the sort who would be willing to have a quick hookup. However, despite her build, she seemed to lean more towards the submissive side. That was unfortunate, as Mariel almost never dommed anyone… but it could be remedied.

Coming up with a plan, Mariel made her way over to the booth, clearing her throat to get the woman’s attention.

“Excuse me, ma’am? I hope I’m not intruding, but I was starting to feel a bit lonely, sitting by myself. Might I join you?”

The woman looked up, eyes taking Mariel in. Her gaze was keen, and for a second Mariel could have sworn that she looked right past the glamour to the real her. But she didn’t make anything of it, so perhaps it was nothing. Instead, she nodded, scooting over to allow the succubus to take a seat next to her. She spoke in a low voice.

“Is anyone worrying you, miss? Or did you just want the company?”

“Oh! No, I’m fine; there’s nothing to worry about. I was thinking, I’ve not seen your face before, and I believe I’d remember such a beautiful woman if we’d met. Are you an adventurer of some sort?” A bit of a blatant come-on, she thought, but it wouldn’t hurt to lay it on thick if she wanted to get this woman to bed her - it’d get her thoughts moving in the right direction, at any rate. The human made an ambivalent gesture.

“You’re right; I’m not from around these parts. I guess I’d say I’m an adventurer of sorts, although I’ve always been less interested in the adventure and more in how I can help people, y’know? My name’s Charlotte, by the way - what’s yours?”

“Mary,” she replied, slipping into her usual alias when dealing with mortals. Charlotte’s order arrived at this point - an ale and a bowl of soup - and as the human began to tuck in, Mariel began slowly pushing her mind towards a more dominant state.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mary. You lived around here long?” Mariel felt the human inching towards her on their shared seat, taking up more of her personal space. Despite herself, the succubus felt her face beginning to heat up.

“N-not too long; a few years by this point.”

“More time than I’ve been here, that’s for sure. Which means you’ve probably got a good idea of where I can replenish my supplies from.”

“Oh! Y-yes, I do, actually. Hawke and Greene, just down the street, are probably your best bet, I think. They sell a bit of everything, and their prices are quite fair, I believe. Especially for such a dashing adventurer as yourself!”

“Heh. Thank you for the recommendation, Mary; I’ll bear it in mind. Although I’m not sure I wish to claim the title of “dashing adventurer”…”

“Surely you must have some interesting stories, though. That sword would certainly have seen some things - a-as would those muscles of yours…”

Charlotte’s voice dropped slightly in pitch. “You like them, do you? Wanna get a better feel for ‘em?” Without really waiting for an answer - which was overwhelmingly positive, at any rate - she slung her arm around the succubus’ shoulders, giving her a gentle squeeze. Mariel squirmed slightly under the attention.

“O-oh, wow. So tell me, b-brave adventurer, what gallant deeds have you accomplished recently?”

“Well, I’m not sure many of them would make for particularly good stories. I’m generally more of a negotiator than a fighter; few beings that most people think of as “monsters” are actually monstrous. But I suppose there was that prince I had to rescue from a pack of manticores recently…”

Charlotte, with only slight additional prompting from Mariel, launched into the tale as she downed the rest of the meal. As the succubus kept her talking, letting her influence take root more and more, the human became increasingly confident with her body. Mariel found herself pulled closer and closer to the human’s musculature; felt her hands begin to run over her sides and thighs; sensed her lust growing by the second. She also found herself becoming ever more attracted to the human - to her beauty, sure, but also her kindness, her intelligence, her sense of humour. By the time the story was wrapping up, Mariel found herself practically draped over Charlotte’s lap, staring unashamedly at her face as she regaled her with the tale of how she stabbed the manticore queen through the heart and plucked the prince from the web he’d been caught in.

“You must have been rewarded handsomely for that, surely?”

“I suppose so, but that was hardly the point.” Charlotte chuckled. “I was offered his hand in marriage and everything, but I turned that down. He wasn’t my type.”

That was an opening if Mariel had ever heard one. “S-so what is your type, then?”

“Women, for a start… But look at me, nattering on all about myself and not letting you get a word in edgeways.” A flirtatious look spread over the human’s face. “Now, I know you said you don’t need anything from me other than company, but my mission is to help people however I may. And besides, you’ve already been so helpful to me this evening. So… is there anything you need from me, Mary?”

“I-I can actually think of something…”
“Oh?” Charlotte husked. A smile spread across her face as Mariel nervously leaned in, puckering her lips, and met the succubus in a kiss - a gentle one, but one that was still enough to leave the demon seeing stars. “I think I can see where this is going. Do you wish to stay here, or would you rather retire to your house?”

“H-here, please.”

“Certainly. I’d best see to getting myself a room, then.”

Charlotte disentangled herself from the succubus, gesturing for her to wait as she walked over to the bar, exchanging some words and coin with the tavern keeper. Soon enough she was swaggering back, taking Mariel by the hand and leading her upstairs, to the best room in the place. As soon as she’d closed the door behind her, she was on the succubus, pushing her against the wall and kissing her passionately. Mariel found herself turning to putty beneath Charlotte’s tongue and hands as they began to rove across her body, trying to return the gesture herself but finding it fruitless as Charlotte continued to relentlessly pursue Mariel’s own pleasure. Taking a pause to catch her breath, Charlotte grabbed her by the front of her dress and practically threw her at the bed, bearing down on her a second later, pinning her to the sheets with one hand.

“Wh-what do you want me to do?” Mariel asked breathlessly.

Charlotte smiled down at her, arousal dripping off of her in waves which Mariel was already beginning to lap up. “Well, Mary… for a start, I’d like you to tell me exactly why you’re fucking with my head.”

Mariel froze up, taking in the fact that Charlotte’s other hand was on the hilt of her sword - which wasn’t drawn yet, but was certainly ready to be called to action if needed. She tried to deflect. “Pardon? I-I’m not sure what you’re talking about…”

Charlotte chuckled darkly. “You can drop the act, little succubus. And the illusion, for that matter. You’re not in trouble yet, but you will be if you don’t give me a good explanation for why you’re messing up my emotions.”

Mariel stared up at her, dumbfounded, then gulped and nervously dispelled the illusion. “I… I don’t want any trouble. I just… like the people I feed on to be strong and take charge… and you were the first person in the tavern who fit part of the bill and would be amenable to sex… so I decided to give you a little nudge in my preferred direction? You wouldn’t have done anything you’d later be uncomfortable with; I swear it upon my charms.”

Charlotte cocked her head, examining Mariel like she was some fascinating specimen of some kind. Then she smiled, moving her hand from her sword to the succubus’ cheek. “Well, isn’t that just adorable? A succubus who’s so shy, she’d rather enchant someone than even think of taking charge. As long as you don’t harm me, I’ll bite… not literally, unless you want it to be.”

Mariel squirmed underneath her, finding herself breathless once more. “O-oh! Good! Um… h-how did you know?”

Charlotte frowned in confusion, then tipped her head back, letting out a peal of laughter. “By the gods, you’re too precious! You mean to tell me you can’t recognise a Huntress on sight? Well, that explains why you were so bold, I suppose…”

Mariel paled to what she had always thought a rather fetching shade of pink. Well, that would indeed explain how Charlotte had both seen through her illusion and realised her mind was being affected. Huntresses and Hunters were trained to fight all manner of supernatural foes, and thus generally had multiple counter-charms and other such anti-magic effects upon them at all times, as well as training in how to detect subtle magical effects that most would miss; clearly, they had served Charlotte well. Of course, the fact that she was now staring down a trained Monster Huntress, to give her her full title… “Why are you keeping me alive?”

Charlotte frowned in genuine concern and retreated from the bed, setting down her sword and firearm in a clear gesture of goodwill. “Why would I wish to kill you? Your words and actions have testified that you do not mean to harm me nor anyone else, merely that you wish to find your meals in a manner I initially found suspicious. And even then, I wasn’t too worried, given that the spell got past my wards in the first place - no serious attempt at harming, impeding, or influencing me could have done that. As I told you earlier, Mary-”

“M-Mariel.” No sense in keeping that from her now.

“-Mariel, I consider monsters to be defined by their behaviour, not their species. You haven’t behaved monstrously, so I have no reason to hunt you.” Her face took on a flirtatious cast. “Indeed, I could argue that by having sex with you now, I’m doing my duty of protecting innocents by making sure you don’t do anything stupid in order to get your next meal. So… do you want to stop me from doing my job? The fact that I’m still under your spell would suggest otherwise…”

Mariel took a deep breath, gulped, then nodded. “I… if you’re comfortable with it, I still want to have sex with you. Honestly, that exchange may have got me more fired up somehow. So, uh… don’t hold back on my account.”

Charlotte grinned. “Only if you can promise the same.”

Mariel nodded, then let out a squeak as Charlotte threw herself at the bed, pinning the succubus beneath her once more. The human’s hands quickly found the hem of Mariel’s dress and began to pull it up her body as she moved to husk into her ear, “Do you want me to keep up the idea of being dangerous to you? Or was that too much for the evening?” As she finished the sentence, she hoisted the dress over Mariel’s head, eyes raking her body as though she were something delicious to be eaten, and the succubus found herself temporarily lost for words.

“I… uh… the enchantment should guide you? So… do whatever comes naturally. Or, uh, supernaturally. I-if worst comes to worst, m-my safeword is chrysanthemum.”

“A beautiful flower for a beautiful girl.” As Mariel covered her face with her hands, Charlotte easily flipped her over onto her stomach, exposing the ties of the succubus’ corset, which she made short work of. Mariel expected to find her panties going next, but was instead surprised by the human pushing her legs under her and pulling her up by her shoulders, forcing her into a kneel and gaining the Huntress access to her breasts. Mariel groaned as Charlotte roughly fondled her, squeezing and massaging the sensitive flesh, occasionally pinching her nipples - a groan that was only extended by the sweet taste of pleasure arising from the human and permeating her body.

“I-I should’ve known you’d be a s-service t-top,” Mariel managed to pant out.

“Oh, really? You worried what I get from pleasuring you won’t be enough to feed yourself?” Mariel went to say that it was fine, only for the Huntress to cut her off. “Not to worry, I’m sure I’ll get my turn eventually… once I’m fully satisfied you’re all wrung out.” Mariel’s wings twitched from where they were restrained against Charlotte’s body, rendering a pleasured grunt from the human as they brushed against her own chest. The human’s lips returned to Mariel’s skin, kissing a trail down her neck as one hand finally delved between her legs, the other one continuing to feel at the succubus’ chest as it kept her pinned at the same time. As Charlotte’s finger easily slipped inside her, Mariel’s hands scrabbled around, trying to find purchase, before she realised her tail was freer to give some pleasure back to the human. Charlotte groaned and Mariel whimpered as the tip pushed between the human’s clothes and her skin, the human’s grip on the succubus briefly loosening before Charlotte regained control and, with a growl, flipped Mariel back over, pinning the offending appendage firmly beneath her. “Greedy little thing,” she chided, and Mariel could now see that the Huntress’ eyes were glowing a faint pink with her magic. “Unable to keep yourself from your meal? Well, I guess it’s up to me to enforce your self-control, then…”

Once again pinning both of Mariel’s hands with one of hers, Charlotte shoved aside the fabric of the succubus’ panties and thrust the fingers of her other hand inside again, her head bending down to mouth at Mariel’s blood-red nipples. Mariel squirmed beneath her, but any attempt to escape was now futile, the Huntress’ bulk, muscle, and attention all keeping her pinned as securely as if she were her prey, not her partner for the night. The Huntress’ attention was relentless, and Mariel was soon whining and bucking her hips and kissing Charlotte desperately and coming hard, crying out the human’s name as she felt the shocks of her own pleasure and the Huntress’ sympathetic arousal alike, and then collapsing onto the bed.

If Mariel had been with an ordinary human who didn’t know her nature, they likely would’ve given her time to cool off now. Charlotte, however…

“If I know concubi, you’re up for another already. Is that right?”

“W-what about y-”

Charlotte, who had been previously caressing her breasts, cut her off with a sharp pinch to her nipples. “That’s not what I asked. Are you up for another; yes or no?” The glow in her eyes was brighter still, and Mariel briefly had the thought, By the Pit, I’ve created a monster. Externally, all she did was nod meekly, which the human beamed at. “Very good! Let’s get you to the edge of the bed, then.” Mariel made to move there, only for Charlotte to grab her by the ankles and roughly drag her over by herself. By the time the succubus had recovered her bearings, the Huntress was kneeling between her legs, looking at her pussy and licking her lips in anticipation.

“Same rules as before - hands and tail to yourself. This is about you right now, okay?”

Mariel wanted to protest that if it really was about her, Charlotte would be giving her a proper meal, not the dregs of her pleasure, but she knew she would have to wait a little longer, and so instead stammered, “U-understood.”

“Good girl. In fact… I’ll give you a reward for accepting that so well. You can put your hands and tail on my head, but nowhere else. Is that acceptable?”

“Y-yes. Thank you, Ma’am.”

“Very good girl. And maybe, if you behave yourself, I’ll let you get me off after this. Understood?”

Mariel barely nodded in response before Charlotte dove in between her legs, pulling her panties down properly and grabbing the succubus by the butt to pull her mouth closer to her pussy. As their eyes met and Mariel brought a tentative hand to the human’s hair, she was almost blown away by the intensity in Charlotte’s gaze - both of the enchantment and of emotion, as she gave the succubus some of the best head she’d ever received in her life. Charlotte’s dedication to Mariel’s pleasure was so overwhelming, so hot in and of itself, she barely had the mental capacity to stroke her hair, let alone consider trying to break the rules, instead finding her tail curling over one of her legs and tentatively brushing against the human’s lips. Charlotte smirked at her and turned her head slightly, opening her mouth to engulf the sensitive tip of the succubus’ tail, sucking on it briefly before returning to her pussy. Between the two avenues of stimulation, Mariel came even quicker than before, practically spearing her tail into the human’s throat as she squirted over the side of her face, collapsing backwards onto the bed once more. Charlotte chuckled. “You liked that, did you?”

“So much, Ma’am. Y-you know how to treat a succubus well.”

“Heh. The first time I played with a gal’s tail, it was a revelation. But now… well, I’d say you’ve earned your reward… if you keep being good. C’mere and undress me; don’t touch me yet.”

Mariel hauled herself to her feet, wings fluttering to aid her balance, and began to undo the buttons on Charlotte’s jacket. Her shirt was next, followed by the breast-band; Mariel’s mouth watered at the sight of the Huntress’ substantial chest, practically aching to get in there, but she knew she had to practice restraint. She knelt down instead, careful not to brush her horns against Charlotte’s body, and began untying her boots. Charlotte stepped out of them and allowed Mariel to undo her belt, the succubus slowly, gently pulling down her pants and her now-soaked smalls. The smell of the human’s arousal overwhelmed her, and before she realised what she was doing, Mariel leaned in for a brief lick, eyes rolling back in pleasure from the combined taste of the Huntress’ slick and her arousal. She then gasped in horror as she realised what she’d done, prostrating herself before Charlotte’s nude form.

“I’m so sorry, Ma’am, I lost control of myself! Please let me pleasure you…”

Charlotte frowned at her in consideration. “Ordinarily, I would discipline you… but you recognised the fault immediately. Hmmm… I won’t let it slide entirely, but I will still get myself off. You might just have less agency than I’d planned. Sound fair?”

Mariel nodded eagerly, and Charlotte grabbed her by the arm, hauling her to her feet. “In that case,” the human continued, “lie back down on the bed.”

Mariel hastened to obey, lying down spread-eagled. For the first time, she could get a proper look at the Huntress’ taut, muscular body as Charlotte slowly ran a hand down her chest, across her abs, and then, ever so slowly, drew a single finger across her outer folds. Even that was enough to send a shudder coursing through both women’s bodies, Charlotte’s arousal and subsequent release, slight as the stimulus was, clearly having been heightened by the experience of getting Mariel off. The Huntress, still slow and deliberate, climbed onto the bed, crawling inevitably towards the succubus, who laid there perfectly still and obedient. As their faces came level, Charlotte leaned in for a kiss, still keeping their bodies otherwise separate. Mariel twitched in anticipation of all the delicious pleasure pent up inside the human, but held herself in place, still allowing Charlotte complete control. Their tongues circled each other, then their lips parted, a trail of saliva connecting them for a moment as Charlotte smiled. “You ready, beautiful?” The pet name should’ve been meaningless to a succubus, but Charlotte managed to convey more with the word - not just aesthetic appreciation, but appreciation of who Mariel was as well.

The succubus in question licked her lips nervously, then nodded. “Always.”

“No touching until I say, understood?”

Mariel nodded, and Charlotte brought her crotch down to meet hers, both of them letting out involuntary gasps as their vulvas met. As Charlotte began grinding slowly against her, Mariel whimpered; the taste of the human’s pleasure was even better than she’d expected, musky and rich and filling. She could easily get addicted to this taste, she could tell, and her hands briefly twitched again, trying to amplify Charlotte’s pleasure, before her eyes locked to the human’s, now glowing bright pink, filled with a sense of power and control, and she remembered her place. Charlotte slowly picked up the pace, bringing one hand to Mariel’s soft, pliable chest, firmly groping and pinching her breast. The other hand came round to Mariel’s horns, Charlotte gently stroking one with her fingers, and Mariel’s eyelids fluttered in pleasure - then again as the human punctuated the action with a more vigorous thrust, sending ripples of heat through both their bodies. They continued, locked in this pose, for some time - how long, Mariel couldn’t have said; Charlotte’s eyes, commanding and proud, locked onto Mariel’s, wide and pleading. Charlotte was beginning to pant and sweat with the effort as she continued to speed up, and then she came in for another kiss, this one more passionate and desperate. As their lips parted, she ground out, “Hands. Now.” Mariel obeyed even before she’d fully registered Charlotte’s words, her hands finally moving to feel the human’s muscular form. Both of them keened as the succubus’ fingers alit on Charlotte’s chest, pushing into her firm breasts, then gently pulling her along, matching her rhythm. Mariel’s body was filled with the taste of Charlotte’s pleasure, her fingers and hips now determined to milk every last drop of it out of her, but the human stubbornly held herself back, letting the succubus drink greedily of her continued arousal. Still, inevitably, she could feel the human drawing closer and closer alongside her as Mariel buried her face in Charlotte’s chest, moving her hands down to guide her hips. Their clits bumped and Charlotte snapped, “Tail!”, and again Mariel instantly obliged, thrusting the thick end of her tail right into the human’s pussy, and Charlotte broke and Mariel with her, the two of them collapsing around each other and Charlotte collapsing onto Mariel as she gorged herself on one of the best meals she’d had in a long time.

Charlotte twitched as Mariel cautiously withdrew her tail from between her legs, then jumped up as she fully returned to her body. “Oh! Gosh, I’m sorry - did I hurt you - are you alright?”

Mariel belatedly realised she was no longer influencing the human. “I’m fine, Charlotte. Better than, fine, actually - that was incredible. Are you alright?”

“I- yeah, I’m all good. I really enjoyed that…”
“Don’t suppose you’re staying for a few days?”

Charlotte shook her head ruefully. “This is only a rest stop for me, I’m afraid. I’ll be on the road again tomorrow, after I’ve checked out that store you recommended for me.”

Mariel had almost entirely forgotten that conversation. “Oh. Yeah, that. Look, um… can I give you my address? For if you’re ever in town again and, uh, feel like… I wouldn’t enchant you again, unless you wanted me to.”

Charlotte blushed, clearly feeling about as awkward as Mariel usually did. “That, uh, sounds good? You, er, can stay the night if you wanna, by the way. And then, maybe, if you’re feeling a bit peckish tomorrow morning…”

“Really? Th-thank you. Uh… should I clean us up?”

“No, allow me.” Charlotte took a second to gather her thoughts and magic, then cast a simple cleaning spell, removing any trace of the evening’s vigorous activities from the two of them. “All good now?”

“Yeah… I’m exhausted.”

“Me too.” Charlotte cast another simple spell, extinguishing all the lights in the room except for the candles on the bedside. “I think I know the answer, but big spoon or-”

“Little, absolutely.”

“Sure.” Charlotte blew out the last candle before snuggling into bed, wrapping the succubus in her powerful arms. “G’night, Mariel.”

“G’night, Charlotte.”