Summoning Books were a good way to get reliable allies in a pinch; people who signed up for one could discover each other, communicate, and summon each other for help through them.

Avya the succubus liked getting summoned to do dungeons with people, so long as they knew she was the one in charge. She always had a few hours of the day booked out for summoning appointments, and always brought equipment that countered the dungeon's inhabitants; although she always made sure to dye it white, her favorite color.

Today, her +3 loincloth of speed, +4 silk thigh-highs, +3 frilly strapless bra, and +2 silk gloves of fire boosting were the right tools for this plant-based dungeon, since she needed the physical defense of their high stats, as well as more fire damage. Her astoundingly gorgeous tits, curly horns, and exceptionally pale gold hair weren't much use against largely mindless plants, but her imposing height and hidden strength were great in those messy close quarters situations.

She didn't bring any healing potions, since the bizarre magical construction of this dungeon made most potions simply not work inside. Healing was scarce, and her own special methods of healing were usually ill-advised, so all she and her summoner had were just defense, offense, and tactics. She was good at those things.

As Avya walked down the clay brick corridor, she stretched out her wings since they were feeling a little cramped. Dungeons rarely had enough vertical room to fly, which was a shame, but at least the hallways were usually pretty wide.

Her summoner, a level 35 wizard named Fulke, following just behind her, seemed a little incompetent in her eyes; and since he was a full foot shorter than her, had no physical strength whatsoever, and the monsters of this dungeon would be pretty dangerous close up, she was more than a perfect match. Plus, being 5 levels higher than him did give her some implicit authority, authority which she was very happy to have.

Unlike Avya, Fulke seemed terrified to show a single inch of skin below his neck, wearing some brown boots, a long navy robe with twinkling stars on it, and a pair of black gloves with the essence of midnight itself seemingly imbued into them.

"By the way, what are the stats on those gloves?" Avya asked. "They seem rare."

"They're +0 gloves, but they have crazy good cold resistance!"

Avya turned around and looked at his gloves with her golden eyes.

"Cold resistance?"

"Yeah."

"Do you have any +1 or greater ones laying around? Put those on. It's embarrassing to use cold resistance gear in a plant dungeon."

He looked at her like she was suggesting something absolutely asinine. "But there's a lot of cold damage from the frostblooms in--"

"--Yes, there are, and they die to any cheap fire spell on account of having the greatest fire vulnerability of any monster. You don't even need a big one to one-shot them like most normal plant enemies. They are not a threat and they will not live long enough to shoot a single icicle. Get physical resistance for christ's sake."

Fulke looked at her, took in a deep breath, and then seemed to start mentally sorting through his inventory. He instantly swapped out his midnight gloves for his +2 leather gloves, creating a fabric rustling sound as he did so. Inventory management, if you were good at it, was way faster than changing clothes normally. At least he was decent at that.

~~~~~ ~~~~~

After a little more walking, Avya peeked around a corner and saw a large brick room just ahead, filled with a bunch of walking flowers, including a very large Vine Tangler on the left. It was more or less just a semi-sentient, exceptionally fast ball of vines whose sole purpose was to restrain people so other monsters could kill them. They usually went after the closest target, but they more heavily prioritized going after whoever last damaged them.

"Mhm, big group up ahead," she whispered to Fulke. "We can take them out no problem, but just in case there's anything else hiding in there, I want us to take them out instantly. When I say go, I want you to run towards the entrance to the room and fire your biggest single target fire spell, which I assume is Greater Incineration, at the solitary one on the left. That should kill it instantly. I'll pop an Inferno Cone on the eight in the middle and back of the room."

"Good idea," Fulke said. "I'll do some big damage."

"And... Go!"

Avya came fully around the corner, alerting the assorted plant life. Her Inferno Cone started charging up, and...

...Fulke cast an area of effect Fireball, hitting the Vine Tangler and four of the plants closest to the left in the bundle and not quite killing any of them, and especially not killing the Vine Tangler. Avya's Inferno Cone went off, incinerating the remaining small plants.

"Dammit Fulke!" Avya said. Inferno Cone had a long spell cooldown, so it would take a few seconds for her to be able to cast another spell. It was a good spell for finishing off hordes, or for casting with allies around, since it left its user vulnerable. She thought about getting physical with the Vine Tangler, but it seemed largely pointless. And since Fulke damaged it, it was targeting him, which Avya preferred to the alternative.

Avya stood aside as the Vine Tangler rushed him, and before Fulke could cast a Quick Flare, it grabbed his arms and legs.

"Fulke, I told you! Single. Target! Why didn't you use your Greater Incineration?" she said towards the end of the Inferno Cone cooldown.

"I wanted to help with... mmhp!" he said as a vine covered his mouth and the creature started pulling him into itself.

Avya was about to incinerate the thing when a dreadful hiss came from the ceiling. A pair of Nightblooms dropped down from shadowy crevices in the ceiling, and immediately upon landing, they fired dark plasma blasts at her from their ultraviolet petals, knocking her back and dealing heavy damage. Not good; these were incredibly dangerous, and she only had one ally, who was currently occupied. At least dark plasma dealt physical type damage, but Nightblooms, despite their rarity, were undoubtedly the toughest plant life in this dungeon.

She cast her own Greater Incineration, almost destroying one, and then they shot her with more dark plasma blasts. Their projectiles flew past Fulke, who was being thoroughly wrapped up by the Vine Tangler.

She knew exactly how much damage had to be done to take them out, so while being pelted with dark plasma, which was dealing a concerning amount of damage, she used a Lesser Fireball to kill the damaged Nightbloom and wound the other just enough so that one more Greater Incineration was enough to kill it. Before she managed to shoot it, it got off one more dark plasma blast which scored a random critical hit, knocking her down to very low health. Then, with one final Greater Incineration, she annihilated the plant, ending the fight.

Cautiously, she looked into the room to see if there was anything else hiding. Nothing. She checked her health: 20 hit points left out of a maximum of 271. That was a close call.

The Vine Tangler had Fulke completely ensnared, and he was barely able to squirm or make a sound. It seemed content with its job, unaware that it wasn't accomplishing anything. Normally, seeing a guy tied up like that would have been exciting, but she was not in the mood.

"Ugh, thanks Fulke! Good job taking yourself out of the fight, accomplishing nothing, and getting me almost killed."

"Mmhpmhm..."

She readied a Flame Spear, a more precision focused spell, and nailed the Vine Tangler in its flowering weak point, killing it instantly; it collapsed into a loose pile of hefty vines.

Fulke, unharmed, slowly climbed out of the loose tentacles as Avya folded her arms, pressing them against her hefty chest. She looked down at Fulke, who had a cozy 150 out of 150 hit points remaining.

"Good job," Avya said with contempt as he extricated himself fully.

"That thing almost killed me!" Fulke said.

"Almost? It literally doesn't deal damage! I told you to kill it in ONE hit, but nooo, you had to be an idiot and use a weaker AoE when I already had everything else covered, and then your ass got restrained, and I had to take on two Nightblooms alone. If I hadn't brought physical resistance gear, I would have died, and then YOU would have been beaten to death next."

"I just wanted to help!" Fulke said.

"Do you know what I have to do to heal in a place like this? It's..."

Then she noticed a small red ring at the bottom of his robe... that was a telltale sign that his starry robes were cursed.

"Hang on a second," Avya said. "Are you wearing CURSED robes?"

"Look, they're only +1 and give me triple vulnerability to paralysis, and it's annoying when they scream violently every time I enter a church, but the lightning resistance is so good, and they don't have Curse of Binding, so I can put on better ones later!" he said.

Avya rolled her eyes; she had enough of his incompetence. She held up one hand and cast Paralyze Human. Yellow bolts of energy shot into him, locking his body in place instantly before he could react.

"You're such a disappointment," she said as she stepped closer.

"Hnng..." he muttered.

"I wanted you to follow tactical, thought out orders so you could get to the end of the dungeon and I'd take a share of the loot and experience along the way, and we'd both leave richer and stronger and happier. And I wanted you to not do anything stupid that got us killed. That was the deal! That was the deal!!! Now I'm low on health and lower on reliable party members, so I'm going to fix that." Avya said. She cast Paralyze Human a few more times, extending the duration to a whole minute.

"Now hold still, you dumbass," Avya said. Fulke, paralyzed and locked standing upright, could only move his mouth falteringly and make tiny sounds.

Avya paid attention to none of the noises coming out of his mouth as she put a hand on his chin, leaned down, and used her Charming Kiss on him. Her lips connected with his, and the pink glow of her magic flowed into him. His eyes, the one thing he could still fully control, widened in surprise.

His lips were the soft, vulnerable lips of a mage. She kept up the kiss, imbuing more and more of the charm effect into him; if he weren't paralyzed, he'd be able to cast a spell and knock her back before it could fully take his mind, yet he was helpless. She kept holding her lips against his helpless face, filling him with more and more charm buildup... then finally, through the kiss, she felt his willpower submit to her as the charm fully took hold.

She pulled back. A pink, foggy aura surrounded his face, and his paralyzed body seemed like it was about to go loose and limp.

"Now listen here," Avya said. "You've been a very bad boy."

"I... I have?" he mumbled with a half-asleep voice as the paralysis expired, yet the charm remained. His head tilted as he stared into her eyes.

"Mhm. But now that you're charmed, will you obey me?"

"Yeah, I will," he muttered.

"Good. Now take off all your clothes."

He went into his inventory and unequipped his clothing, becoming naked almost instantly. The stereotype about mages having small dicks wasn't true, and he was more or less perfectly average, but it wouldn't have mattered much if his dick were impressively large or impressively small. Avya still wanted to use him and correct problems in his behavior.

"Now, Fulke, I want you to plant your face in my boobs."

"Yes, Avya!"

He was the perfect height to simply step forward and tilt his head down, planting it directly into her hefty, pillow-like chest. Much better.

"You will feel your willpower score lowering, but that's normal," she said. "Succubus boobs simply do that. Let your mind get weaker and more pliable in my presence. It feels good to you, doesn't it?."

The charm started to strengthen, and a bond started to form between his body and her own. Avya gradually became aware of his stats, including his willpower score, which was quickly lowering; 25, 24, 23...

His mind grew more and more obedient, and the charm's duration grew longer and longer as his ability to slowly slip free of it dwindled. The range of things she could do to him grew as his willpower dipped below 10, the average for a level 1 human.

It bottomed out at a measly 5 points. That was all her tits could melt away. She cast Charm Reinforcement on him, and it took effect; now, even if she dealt damage to him, he wouldn't get a chance to break free. And with a willpower of 5, the charm would be in effect for several hours...

Avya licked her lips as she looked at the enthralled mage in front of her. Moving her thighs forward, she gently grazed his erection with them, teasing him ever so slightly. She licked her lips, her magic focusing inside them as she did so.

"And since you're so obedient, I'll give you a little reward. Are you turned on?"

"Yes..." he mumbled into her chest.

"Would you like to be turned on for as long as I like?"

"Yes..."

"Then I'll cast a little spell on you."

She started casting Replenishment Curse; a few words, a small movement of her hands, and then finally, a kiss to the top of his head to deliver the magic into him. His body briefly glowed a dark purple as she shuddered in arousal. Now, no matter how much he came, he'd still be able to keep going, letting him cum again and again. It was technically a curse, but all its effects seemed like benefits to her.

"Good boy," Avya said. She reached down with one hand, gently teasing the tip of his erection for a very brief moment, and then she took her hand away. His arousal was reaching the point where her succubus body was starting to bond more strongly with him... perfect.

"Now, Fulke, you're going to give me a little something, okay?"

"I'll give you anything," he muttered between her tits.

She stepped back; an implicit command for him to keep his face out of her chest. He looked up at her, head tilted, fully erect, awaiting commands.

"Lean your back against that wall over there," Avya said. Fulke obeyed, putting his back against the smooth, supportive brick. No need for him to fall.

Avya crouched in front of him as she approached, looking up at the helpless mage.

"Now, simply lean back and enjoy yourself. Having stuff drained from you feels really good, trust me!" she said.

"Drain whatever you like," Fulke mumbled.

Avya brought her lips closer to his erection, feeling the energy of his body even from several inches away. Her lips came closer and closer.

"Tell me," Avya said, "Have you ever had sex with a succubus before?"

"No..."

"You'll see." She giggled, then brought her lips closer, sticking her tongue out and just barely licking his tip. Her innate succubus magic strengthened their bond, and soon, it would be strong enough to do so many delightful things.

Gently gripping his thighs in her gloved hands, Avya's lips kissed the tip of his erection. Her tongue teased the underside of his erection, and the bond was almost fully made...

When she slipped his entire tip inside her mouth, and Fulke let out a moan, the pleasure weakened his already helpless body enough for her to fully bond to him. Finally. The exact moment she connected to someone, turning them fully into her victim and plaything, was always so exciting. She could sense his arousal, his vitality, even his soul. And playing with them was trivial; her mind alone could do it. Avya mentally reached out and teased the vitality inside of him, making Fulke's whole body shiver with arousal.

Then, as her lips enveloped his shaft, she sucked just a little harder, and his vitality obeyed. His hit points started very slowly ticking down as she drank them up, feeling a thin stream flowing out of his erection and into her mouth. It was a great, delicious source of healing, but she was missing over two hundred hit points and he only had 150 total--now a 145. A faint blue aura gathered around her lips and his erection as she drained him.

She brought her lips to the base of his erection, bobbing her head back and forth as she sucked more out of him. Pleasuring his whole length with her overwhelming touch, she sent a mental caress to the vitality in his body, sweetly sending shivers of arousal through him as she told his body to give up more of what it had. The glow intensified, and the channel of energy flowing into her widened, his hit points drained away more quickly.

She didn't need any mana, especially since it regenerated quickly for him and even more quickly for her, but she decided to suck it out too as a little extra snack--and to make him even more aroused as giving up what he had filled him with immense horniness. The blue glow sharply intensified, as both the energies looked nearly identical. As she sucked both his hit points and mana into her body, she gave off a pink corona of light which was brightest around her head and lips; it was the color of her own energies, which were being rapidly replenished.

Other methods of taking his life energy did exist, but they weren't as fun. And few of them would have brought him to the near-orgasmic state he was in.

Mentally kissing his soul and sticking her hypnotic magic into it, she told him to cum and release as much as he could for her. With one last movement of her lips, his body obeyed and began to go stiff in orgasm. He shuddered and moaned as his health drained away, taking him from 110 to 105 in a blink, and it was still going. Semen laced with his energy flooded into her mouth as loops of pink energy came off her and were sucked back in, rejuvenating and feeding her and giving her that delightful buzz of power.

Of course, she did still have to think tactically, even while he was lost in orgasm. His hit points plummeted from 95 to 90, from 90 to 84...

Right when he hit 75 hit points, and was basically drained of mana, she stopped sucking out his health; though in his orgasm, his body was still more than willing to ejaculate out every last drop of magic power, so she took that, knowing it would come back later.

His orgasm ended. His health was half what it was, and his mana was completely drained. She gave his soul a mental pet, calling him a good boy. Even if the words didn't reach his mind, she knew he felt it.

Of course, she only had 93 out of 271 hit points, and that was still not enough. She slid her lips off his erection, licked up and swallowed a little residual glow of his blue life force that remained on her lips to bump herself back up to 95, then looked up at him. The light fully faded from their bodies, at least for now.

"Oh, you're such a good boy now... willing to give me what you made me lose. Do you want more? Want me to suck out more? I could leave you on one hit point and it would be the best pleasure in the world for you. Could even take the last one and leave you completely empty and you'd beg me for more. Would you like all that?"

"Yes, please... use me, suck me dry, take everything you want..."

After his obedient, nearly mindless, and completely expected response to her teasing, she rolled her eyes and laughed at him, looking back down at his still hard erection as she spoke.

"You really are still an idiot, aren't you? We have a DUNGEON to do. Remember how I told you I was going to get you through this dungeon? You're gonna do it as my obedient little pet, but you are going to make it. I make the strategies, you obey. Do you understand?"

"Yes..."

"Now, think of this as a punishment for failure, and as a reward for finally understanding. 75 hit points left... really, that's all you yourself need. I have the better defense, after all, so healing is worth more to me than you. And your own maximum health isn't much good if you can't heal, right? So beg for me to suck your maximum health away to heal myself. Beg. And do so in a way that makes it clear you understand what I want."

"Use me... suck out my max health... please... it's better in your hands and being sucked dry feels so good... I want to obey and be your minion and complete this dungeon and serve you and I can only do that if you drain me..."

"Now you get it. And do enjoy yourself."

Avya brought her lips forward and took his erection into her mouth once more. She mentally reached out and teased his soul, squeezing it and telling it to give up its useless life potential. As she sucked his dick, giving him a nice channel to let it all out, his body obeyed.

She felt the arousal inside him flood as a brilliant surge of blue light flowed out of him and into her, bringing back a corona of pink light around her as she absorbed it. His maximum hit points started draining away, thankfully keeping his regular hit points untouched. Every point she sucked out of him felt delightfully rejuvenating, healed her significantly, and was so, so arousing; preying on someone and sucking out their potential vitality always felt so good. Judging by Fulke's now constant aroused moaning, he loved it too.

Greatly enjoying herself, she brought her lips back to the tip of his erection. Energy still flowing into her, she teased him with gentle licks, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm, even as she squeezed his pliable, obedient soul through their bond. His maximum health dropped down to 130, and Avya was hungry for more.

She pulled her lips away entirely, once more teasing his tip with her tongue; and yet, it drained away faster and faster as her physical teasing and spiritual ravagement brought him so close to orgasm once again.

Avya gripped his soul tightly and milked it for all she could. He was seconds away from coming once again. She giggled, then crammed his dick down her throat once more. He came instantly, exploding out both more semen and more of his precious energy. Helplessly relinquishing everything she wanted to take, the constant moaning turned into sharp gasps and orgasmic screams, half-stifled by the pleasure rampaging through his body. And despite the raw pleasure Avya got from draining him, she kept a close eye on his maximum health. 95... 90... it dropped down so fast.

His orgasm went on and on, and finally, just as it was starting to die down, Avya let go of his soul. Finally, free from the intense drain, his orgasm could finally subside fully. He now had... 74 maximum hit points. Well, nobody had perfect timing.

She checked her own current health as the glow subsided. Completely full, and there was even room to raise her own maximum health a little from 271 to 301. The nice buzz of freshly stolen energy filled her body. Her own maximum health increase was only temporary, but it would last long enough to finish the dungeon.

Congratulating herself on a job well done, she took her lips off him. She stood up and smiled down at him, running a hand across his chest.

"Really, you're such a good minion. Thank you so, so much for your precious maximum health. But I can't help but look at you and think of how cute you are being weakened like this... oh well, a night with a cleric will fix you. Even if it's gonna be permanent until then. Now, I have some tactical advice that I tried to make you memorize at the start of the dungeon, but which you clearly don't remember now. If you can remember it all this time, I'll give you a little handjob. Your mana's already back, so I'll take it all away again just to make you feel good. Wouldn't you love that?"

"Yes please, I'll be a good minion, I'll memorize every tactic..."

~~~~~ ~~~~~

A few orgasms and emptied mana bars later, the dungeon was complete; really, plant bosses were complete jokes with good tactics. The enormous circular stone arena gave them plenty of room to maneuver. Avya's extra maximum health was never necessary, since she had 177 health left by the end of the ordeal, and Fulke only took a single hit. After splitting the loot--a good minion was a strong minion--Avya congratulated him... then cast Lasting Suggestion on him to make her words stick outside of the charm. In his current state, it landed effortlessly.

"Now, when you leave the dungeon, I want you to never say a word about this to anyone. Leave a good review for me in the Summoning Book, and don't mention any of the draining or sex or charming or anything of the sort. Tell them that I'm very, very good at delivering results. And furthermore, I don't want any grudges: when the charm wears off, I want you to remain happy about every single thing I did to you."

She cast Lasting Suggestion again to refresh the short duration, then continued speaking. "Go see a cleric, and please send me a message in a week. I like seeing how my former minions are doing. Finally, if you summon anyone else, be a fantastic host, and remember the tactics I taught you."

"I'll obey," he said.

"Good. Now, I'll be on my way. Take the teleporter out of the dungeon, and then the book will send me home on my own. Farewell for now."

"Thank you for your help," he said, and took the teleporter.

~~~~~ ~~~~~

Making potions in her workshop a week later, Avya heard her Summoning Book vibrate on the desk to her left. Pulling her wheeled swivel chair over to the desk, she grabbed her pen and ink bottle and got ready to write. Opening the book, she saw a message from Fulke; the handwriting was much better than that of the cleric she just had an uneventful summoning session with. Cleric handwriting was incomprehensible.

She read the message, and was delighted by what she saw.

"Sending you a message as you asked. I'm doing great, I just leveled up yesterday. Also, I killed a giant spider and a dungeon portal fell out! I picked it up and took it home. I really loved being your minion last time, want to do another dungeon tonight? It's a snow dungeon, I'll bring cold resistant gear this time."

Snowstorms and freezing temperatures were common in these dungeons. She checked her inventory for winter weather-appropriate skimpy revealing lingerie, found that yes, she still had a few decent sets, then wrote a message.

"I've got time. Give me a few minutes and send a summon request," she sent.

Maybe this time he'd be a perfect party member without much effort from her. If not, there was always mind control. And maybe she could save a healing potion by draining him if he messed up again.