Reborn in a Succubus’s Harem

There honestly wasn't that much to tour in the room. The three wardrobes were seemingly split between cute, slutty, and formal (obviously they all came in shades of pink, white, and red), while the dressers either had undergarments, accessories, and sex toys. A full body mirror stood in one corner opposite a door that led to small bathroom. Well, what passed for a bathroom in this medieval-ish setting. After that there was just the carpet floor and four poster bed in the middle. There were no windows, so I didn't have a view of the outside world, but a strange glowing blue disk hung on the wall that slowly dimmed as time went on gave me some idea of the time of day.

I eventually fell asleep. When I was woken up by Mistress shaking my shoulder, the clock device was midnight blue. She was now clothed in a form fitting dress made of some shiny black material. It cut off just below her ass and the plunging v-neck gave an ample view of her large bosom. Swirling designs the color of blood decorated the dress. Her legs were covered with thigh highs have the same material, and shiny red heels gave her a few extra inches of height.

"Awww, did my little pet enjoy her nap?"

I was unable to fully formulate a thought due to just waking up, so I instead just hummed in contentment. Mistress smiled and sat down next to me on the bed. She patted her thigh, signaling for me to lay my head across her lap. Following my trend of being strangely docile recently, I obeyed. Perhaps it had something to do with that passive 'skill' I saw in the menu? 

While gently petting my head, she said,"There there. We have a few things to discuss. First, the matter of your name. You're quite a cute little thing. How does Cali sound?"

"Hmmm. Sounds good." Boy did she know how to work those fingers. Her gentle ministrations had my head buzzing.

"Glad we could come to an agreement. Now what should you wear? I was thinking something cute." Mistress gently lifted my head off her lap, which may have brought a quiet whine from my lips. Whether she heard it or not, Mistress made no reaction. 

She obviously wasn't taking my suggestions on my apparel, as she had already brought out a dress and laid it on the bed. It was a simple thing, just a yellow spaghetti strap sundress. 

As Mistress brought it and helped me put it on, she started talking. "Originally, you were going to just get the standard room and wardrobe. However, I've decided that since I put special effort into getting you, you get to have a little bit of a special selection. Today I went and brought some new clothes for you!" 

With the dress now fully on, I examined myself in the mirror. I'll admit, it looked good on me. The dress was cute, just like Mistress wanted, but also borderline slutty. The top started just above my nipples while the bottom was a couple inches above mid-thigh. The yellow fabric complimented my pale skin. However, a thought entered my mind.

Opening my mouth, I tried to speak, but no sound escaped. I tried again only to receive the same results. I held my throat in panic. I had just been speaking! 

"Yes? Did you want to say something?" Asked Mistress, taking note of my plight. At once, the metaphorical dam broke. It wasn't anything I could physically feel, but somewhere in my mind something felt like it was turned on, so to speak.

"Where's my underwear?" 

Mistress gave a patronizing smile and said, "You won't be wearing underwear today."

I was too busy thinking about my voice to fully comprehend Mistress's words. I desperately wanted it not to be true. Perhaps there was a chance that it was just a fluke. But no self-reassurance could dissuade me from my realization: I couldn't speak unless asked a question.

Mistress took my hand and guided me back to the bed. She lay on her back in the bed, head resting against the pillows, and pulled me down with her. My head landed on her calf, and from my view I could tell that she wasn't wearing underwear either. Immediately, I felt my little friend down under grow hard. 

"Now we are going to do a little test. After I went through such work to bring you here, I won't just send you away if you don't meet my standards. Instead this will just tell me how much work I need to put into you." 

Based off the position we were in, it wasn't hard to figure out what kind of test this was. It only took her spreading her legs and bringing my head closer to affirm my thoughts. 

Her hand on the back of my hand pushed me into her wet pussy and kept me there, but otherwise did nothing else. Luckily, I was somewhat experienced. 

I slowly licked up her labia before coming to her clit, and then I slowly brought my tongue back down. I repeated this a second, third, and fourth time until I felt like she was sufficiently wet. Then I blew hot air onto her clit and softly bit down on it, causing Mistress to release her first moan of the session. Encouraged, I continued to work on her clit some more. I braced my hand on her thighs, finding out the material she wore was quite slippery as I did so, and rubbed circles along her inner thighs with my thumbs. 

I brought my attention away from her clit and stuck my tongue beneath her folds. I explored Mistress's delicious cavern and brought more moans from her. A glance up revealed that she had her tits out of her dress and was absolutely mauling them with her clawed hands.

Despite knowing that using my hands might bring her more pleasure, I so desperately wanted to keep tasting her. Mistress's fluids just tasted so good. If I wasn't careful, I could probably even become addicted to it. The choice was made for when I found Mistress's g-spot. Immediately, her pussy started tensing up, and I was just able to move my arms out of the way when her thighs clamped around my head. Spurts of girlcum sprayed in my mouth and on my face. All the while I eagerly lapped it up.

In an attempt to help her ride out her orgasm, I brought my hands under her thighs and around to her ass cheeks. My hands groped her butt all throughout her orgasm. When she finally came back down, her thighs remained wrapped around my head and I felt something thin pistoning between my small breasts. I only took the time for a quick glance down to see her tail snaking under my dress, moving back and forth just like a cock would. An abnormally long and flexible cock.

A thought entered my head. At first, I was hesitant to do it out of fear that Mistress would dislike it, but I figured we were too far into the throes of pleasure for me to get in trouble. My right hand moved from groping her butt to point my index finger at her anus, and after a second's thought I plunged it in. Mistress released a long moan as I slowly pulled it back out and reinserted it. 

"Oh yes, just like that."

Obviously she was willing to do anal, and she was probably pretty experienced, so I thought why not? and plunged three more fingers in. 

Mistress let out a loud squeak, which seemed uncharacteristic of her, but I kept on, plunging my four fingers into her asshole while my tongue focused her g-spot. It wasn't long until she came again. 

Once she finished this time she unclenched her thighs and pushed me off and onto my back, an action that was a little awkward because my fingers were still knuckle-deep in her asshole. The result was me partially dragging her with me until her mound rested against my tiny pecker. 

She gave me a predatory smile. "Awww, does my little slave want to feel good too?" 

I didn't say that I was already feeling good and just enthusiastically nodded my head. Mistress didn't take that and grabbed my chin, looking me in the eyes with terrifying eyes that sent a little thrill down my spine. 

"Say it."

"M-mistress, please make me feel good." My cheeks burned in embarrassment, but it worked. I felt her tail slither around my thigh while she pushed her hands against my breasts to lift herself up and onto my futa cock.

When she landed she gave me a devious look. "Is it in? I'm afraid it's a little hard to tell." I nodded and tried to look away to avoid my embarrassment, but Mistress's sharp tail spearing through my cunt shocked me. It tore straight through my hymen and past my cervix before pulling out to the tip and going all the way back in. The experience was pleasurable, but it brought more pain than pleasure.

I knew that expressing my pain was impossible unless asked, so I just hoped the tears pricking at my eyes could tell Mistress that she was hurting me. 

She noticed all right. But instead of going slower, her face split in a cruel smirk. Her hands on my breasts squeezed hard, causing her nails to dig into them. Thankfully my masochist skill converted some of the pain to pleasure, but it still hurt. She leaned her face down right next to my ear and started coldly said, "I summoned you. I am your mistress and you are my slave. You serve ME, not the other way around. Got it?" She punctuated the statement by biting down on my neck, her sharp canines piercing through the flesh and drawing blood.

I frantically nodded with a teary face. "Yes Mistress." 

"Good." Mistress rose back up from my neck and continued groping my bloody breasts and her tail stabbing through my cunny. Now she started moving her hips back and forth, grinding against my pelvis with my dick still inside her. Despite all the extreme pain, It still felt pretty good. 

Mistress surprised me once again with her next actions. She brought her tongue (which was strangely long, by the way) to my face and started licking up my tears.

"Mmmm, nice and salty."

Then she brought her lips to mine and started kissing me. Honestly, this was one of the most confusing experiences I'd ever had with sex. I was in extreme pain, bloody, and the woman on top of me was basically saying that she was the only one that mattered. On the other hand, I was actually sort of enjoying myself, and some part of me wanted to keep servicing her. 

I felt her teeth drag across my lips, once more drawing blood in another part of my body. When my lips parted to cry out in pain, her tongue darted in and explored around my mouth. I was half-tempted to bite it off, but I could never bring myself to do it. Not only would she likely kill me for that, but some core part of me just didn't want to hurt her. 

My attention was diverted by my hips bucking against Mistress. I could feel that I was close. Apparently Mistress did too, as she moved off of me and pinched the base of my cock. Hard. This drew out a high-pitched scream from me and she smoothly regarded my 2 incher.

"I know I wanted small, but this is barely anything. Might have to see something about that." 

I was too busy crying to hear her. Everything hurt. I'm sure my body was experiencing some kind of pleasure because of my masochist skill, but it was all drowned out by the pain. I realized Mistress hadn't yet taken her tail out of my pussy when it caused me to cum. My cries mixed with a loud moan as juices gushed out of my feminine sex. I felt that some sperm was trying to escape through my dick but Mistress's grip was too strong.

Mistress looked at me with a glint in her eyes. "Tsk tsk tsk. Such a degenerate, cumming in such a situation. Go to take a shower and clean yourself. Meet me outside. I suppose you'll need to find something else to wear. You can clean your sheets later."

Mistress got off of me and used my sheets to quickly wipe herself off before fixing her dress and walking out the door. I was left in a bloody post-orgasmic mess until I finally summoned the strength to get up. Any hope that I had held of this being bearable had gone out the window. I would be lucky to finish this alive. 

As I dragged myself to the bath, leaving bloodstains on the carpet, it occurred to me that, actually, I would be lucky if I managed to die.