Succubus Shape Shifting
"This is not how this normally goes."
Cydaea crossed her arms in front of her chest, frowning. Black hair cascaded past her shoulders, streaks of silver shining from the moonlight through the open window. Her eyes held a deep purple, large and attentive as she gazed at her would-be victim. Darrel sat naked at the edge of his bed, looking a little disappointed. His appartment was a mess. As a matter of fact, his whole life was a mess. He'd lost his job, girlfriend, and rent money (gambled away) in the last week. When a beautiful succubus showed up in his bedroom, he figured it would be a reasonable enough end to a pitiable life. Death by orgasm was as good a way to go as any, right? But...
His length lay soft and useless between his legs, despite the stunningly gorgeous figure of Cydaea in front of him. Her breasts were full and soft, seeming to bounce a near comical amount with each movement. Her waist shrunk in, prior to branching out to wide, breedable hips and a soft ass. Her clothing consisted of black, lacy lingerie, seeming to accentuate her already perfect proportions. Her skin, pale and warm, appeared blemish free. Three notable features defined her true identity. A set of two small horns protruded from her wavy black hair. Similarly, a set of small bat-like wings came from her back. Finally, a black pointed tail swished behind her, betraying an aggravated demeanour.
"The most beautiful woman in the world is in front of you, and you can't get hard?" Cydaea huffed. Darrel could only shrug in disappointment. He couldn't understand it either.
"One more thing I'm useless at, I suppose..."
Cydaea rolled her eyes, stepping around the bed slowly. "Quit the lame self depreciation shit." Her words were biting and harsh, and probably not particularly helpful to the situation.
"Well, maybe you can just go." Suggested Darrel. "I guess I'll just blow my brains out when you're gone."
Cydaea drew around in front of him once more. "Nope. Absolutely not. I came here for cum, and I'm gonna get it." She growled in response. "We just need to... change things a little." She rolled her eyes again, not seeming particularly happy about having to work for her meal.
"Change things?" Darrel asked, raising an eyebrow. He looked down towards his soft cock. "I... Don't know what you could change. I'm ju-" As he raised his eyes again, Cydaea was gone. Or rather, someone else was in her place. Gone was the pale beauty he saw before. Now before him stood a large hunk of a man. His jaw seemed to cut steel, and his body was a terrifying conglomoration of bulging muscles. Between his legs hung the largest cock Darrel had ever seen.
"W-Wait... What? N-No, that's not helping!" Darrel exclaimed. It didn't seem possible, but his cock was even softer than before. The man growled, a tail behind him flicking and betraying that this was, indeed, still Cydaea. In a visual display which could only be described as unpercievable to mortals, the figure changed and morphed, before reappearing as a new one.
"Got it, you're not gay." A new woman spoke. She was thicker set than the original Cydaea but retained similar features. Her ass was even more curvy than before, with thick, jiggly thighs. She looked down at Darrel with an expectant smirk.
"I mean, you're sexy but... It's not doing anything." Darrel sighed. The smirk was quickly wiped from Cydaea's face. "You're impossible." She accused. He shrugged again. "No matter, we'll get to the bottom of this."
The next 10 minutes consisted of Cydaea rapidly changing her form, hoping for any reponse from Darrel. She tried everything! A catgirl maid: "Nyaaaaa, master wanna pet my ears?" A goth mommy dom: "Ready to worhship your new mommy?" A slime girl: "You know, you could see your cock inside me if you fucked me, teehee!" But nothing worked... She swapped to a final form, exasperated: A flat-chested tomboy.
"You're impossible! " She reiterated. As her final form settled, Darrel's eyes widened, just a little. More to the point, his cock twitched, ever so slightly. No one was more attuned to the predisposition of a cock that Cydaea, and she was quick to notice. "Wait wait wait. This one. You like this one a little more?" She hurriedly asked. It seemed like she was getting desperate.
"Well... Maybe a little. I mean, she's fine, but not enough..." Darrel murmured, clearly too disappointed in himself to really care. "Interesting..." Cydaea put a finger to her lips, thinking quietly. "What do you like about her?" She quizzed. "Her butt?" She gave the new figure's athletic butt a wiggle. "Her face? Or maybe her absolute lack of tits." She huffed a little incredulously.
As she mentioned the flat chest of her new figure, Darrel's cock twitched again, ever so slightly. "Ah, the cock never lies." She grins. "So it's the tits, or lack thereof." She paced across the litter strewn floor of the apartment, thinking quietly to herself. "A flat chest, but... What else?"
Slowly, Cydaea came to a stop. A sense of realisation seemed to wash over her as she looked back towards Darrel. She eyed him with a feeling of curiosity and surprise, before slowly approaching him again.
"Listen. I gotta tell you something." She spoke cautiously. Darrel's eyes came up to hers. Curiosity shone through his depressed apathy. What could a demon who came to drain his soul possibly have to confide in him? He nodded slowly. "Okay, great. So..." She paused for a moment. "We succubus have... Rules. Even in hell, there's things we don't do. But, if you couldn't tell, I'm getting kind of desperate." She hissed the last word.
"Things you don't do?" He echoed back slowly.
"Yeah, so... I think I have an idea on how I can make this work. One more transformation. I get your cum, you die. Win win." She proposed. He hesitantly nodded again. "But if it's not something you like and it doesn't work, you tell no one, got it? If a demon is caught breaking the rules, we go to Super hell. And trust me, it's way worse than regular hell." Her breathing was a little hitched. It was clear that her desperation was playing a number on her