u/ilikesuccubi

Professor Sensua's Sexual Magic class at Dark Arts University was always well-attended. She was a succubus, with all that implied, blood-red skin, ink-black lips and eyes that were orbs of solid black. She always dressed to show off her figure, and it was a figure that no small number of her students and fellow faculty could stare at for ages, and she'd drink in the attention and enjoy it.

As the school year had worn on the university's class had been winnowed through duels between students and magic that had gone wrong and more. The students, too, had changed, some becoming monsters and demons, some practitioners of this school of magic or that. What had begun as a class of humans in their mid-to-late twenties had become a collection of incubi and succubi and sorcerors and monsters and more, and so the crowd that filed in to take their seats was a wild assortment of beings.

"Good evening, class," Professor Sensua said, strolling out onto the stage. There was something on the stage curtained off behind her, piqueing the curiosity of the students. "Today I've got a very special demonstration for you."

She was wearing a silken robe that clung tightly to her body. The robe was opaque, dark silk embroidered with glowing symbols, but the way it hung on parts of her and draped off others revealed quite a lot and hid only what she wished.

"As you know," she continued, "the tradition at Dark Arts University is that if one of you students can successfully challenge one of your instructors they automatically graduate and have the option of assuming that professor's position. And last night I had such a challenge directed at me."

She smiled, revealing her fangs, her eyes dancing with delight. She was clearly flattered and pleased that she'd been challenged. She turned, the robe twirling behind her, rising up on her long, red legs, revealing the gladiator heels she enjoyed walking around in, and took a step to the curtained-off section of the stage. She tugged at the rope holding the curtain closed and it fell away, revealing a blue-skinned demon securely bound to a table with rune-embossed iron manacles.

"This is Brandon," she said, reaching out to stroke his cheek, "and he'd decided to become an incubus to further his field of study. Incubi are required to subjugate at least one succubus in order to graduate, and this poor, dear, sweet man felt the rush of power that comes with transforming and decided to try to subjugate me."

Her smile grew wider, and decidedly more predatory. Sharks smile like that when they see something particularly tasty and unaware.

"I conquered him," she said, "but I decided not to drain him then and there. Instead, today's lecture will be on the subject of sexual magic, along with a demonstration as I slowly fuck him senseless and, at the end of class, drain his soul. Do be sure to have your wards up. This sort of demonstration tends to inflame the libidos, and some of your classmates might be looking to imitate what they see down here."

There were no shortage of succubi in the hall who looked as if they were considering which of their fellow classmates would be best for exactly that. Rather a lot of wards went up very hurriedly. The succubi did not look put off by this.

"One last thing before we get started," Professor Sensua said, removing her robe, leaving her wearing nothing more than her heels, making the crowd draw in a sharp breath. "If anyone else wants to challenge me...feel free. Office hours are six to eight tonight. Succeed and I'll kneel at your feet, collared. Fail...and I'm sure you'll be just as delicious as poor Brandon here."

And then the lesson began.

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Hello. My name is Mike. All of my posts are always open for responses. I quite like succubi, and femme fatales, and superheroes, and unrepentant villainesses, and life-and-soul draining, and villains and villainesses winning. I want to write and roleplay stories that feature around such characters, and have them be wild and sexy and full of dark magic and sexual slavery and bad endings and more. The above is a tossed-off writing sample, tone and specifics negotiable, but if you are a woman and would enjoy playing a dark and very sexual predator I would very, very much like to hear from you.

I like sexual aggression. I have no interest at all in sweet little innocents or fantasies in which you play one. Delicate, inhibited virgins are as sexually appealing to me as a block of wood. Leave your inhibitions at the door and tell me what your fantasies are. I don't want a pure submissive or a blank slate; have fantasies and kinks and tell me about them.

Turn-ons: Femme fatales, sexually aggressive characters, dirty speeches, extended sexual scenes, multiple orgasms, bad endings, foreplay, afterplay, aphrodisiacs, oral, anal, proper grammar, full-sentence and full-paragraph responses.

Turn-offs: Scat, incest fantasies, innocent/virginal/shy/reluctant/asexual characters, bestiality, underage fantasies, futa, male-on-male, ass-to-mouth, chastity fantasies. Not for a half-second judging anyone (well, judging the underage one a bit), but those are just not my bag.

One last thing I wish to mention because it's come up a surprising amount: If I'm on to roleplay I want the roleplay to be explicitly and emphatically sexual. I am not on here for nonsexual roleplay. I'm happy with foreplay and buildup and preparation but if the sex you have in mind is perfunctory or incidental or unsatisfying or interrupted or delayed beyond all hope and reason we will not be compatible. Not judging such roleplays, but also very, very much not interested in them.

Professor Sensua's Sexual Magic class at Dark Arts University was always well-attended. She was a succubus, with all that implied, blood-red skin, ink-black lips and eyes that were orbs of solid black. She always dressed to show off her figure, and it was a figure that no small number of her students and fellow faculty could stare at for ages, and she'd drink in the attention and enjoy it.

As the school year had worn on the university's class had been winnowed through duels between students and magic that had gone wrong and more. The students, too, had changed, some becoming monsters and demons, some practitioners of this school of magic or that. What had begun as a class of humans in their mid-to-late twenties had become a collection of incubi and succubi and sorcerors and monsters and more, and so the crowd that filed in to take their seats was a wild assortment of beings.

"Good evening, class," Professor Sensua said, strolling out onto the stage. There was something on the stage curtained off behind her, piqueing the curiosity of the students. "Today I've got a very special demonstration for you."

She was wearing a silken robe that clung tightly to her body. The robe was opaque, dark silk embroidered with glowing symbols, but the way it hung on parts of her and draped off others revealed quite a lot and hid only what she wished.

"As you know," she continued, "the tradition at Dark Arts University is that if one of you students can successfully challenge one of your instructors they automatically graduate and have the option of assuming that professor's position. And last night I had such a challenge directed at me."

She smiled, revealing her fangs, her eyes dancing with delight. She was clearly flattered and pleased that she'd been challenged. She turned, the robe twirling behind her, rising up on her long, red legs, revealing the gladiator heels she enjoyed walking around in, and took a step to the curtained-off section of the stage. She tugged at the rope holding the curtain closed and it fell away, revealing a blue-skinned demon securely bound to a table with rune-embossed iron manacles.

"This is Brandon," she said, reaching out to stroke his cheek, "and he'd decided to become an incubus to further his field of study. Incubi are required to subjugate at least one succubus in order to graduate, and this poor, dear, sweet man felt the rush of power that comes with transforming and decided to try to subjugate me."

Her smile grew wider, and decidedly more predatory. Sharks smile like that when they see something particularly tasty and unaware.

"I conquered him," she said, "but I decided not to drain him then and there. Instead, today's lecture will be on the subject of sexual magic, along with a demonstration as I slowly fuck him senseless and, at the end of class, drain his soul. Do be sure to have your wards up. This sort of demonstration tends to inflame the libidos, and some of your classmates might be looking to imitate what they see down here."

There were no shortage of succubi in the hall who looked as if they were considering which of their fellow classmates would be best for exactly that. Rather a lot of wards went up very hurriedly. The succubi did not look put off by this.

"One last thing before we get started," Professor Sensua said, removing her robe, leaving her wearing nothing more than her heels, making the crowd draw in a sharp breath. "If anyone else wants to challenge me...feel free. Office hours are six to eight tonight. Succeed and I'll kneel at your feet, collared. Fail...and I'm sure you'll be just as delicious as poor Brandon here."

And then the lesson began.

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Hello. My name is Mike. All of my posts are always open for responses. I quite like succubi, and femme fatales, and superheroes, and unrepentant villainesses, and life-and-soul draining, and villains and villainesses winning. I want to write and roleplay stories that feature around such characters, and have them be wild and sexy and full of dark magic and sexual slavery and bad endings and more. The above is a tossed-off writing sample, tone and specifics negotiable, but if you are a woman and would enjoy playing a dark and very sexual predator I would very, very much like to hear from you.

I like sexual aggression. I have no interest at all in sweet little innocents or fantasies in which you play one. Delicate, inhibited virgins are as sexually appealing to me as a block of wood. Leave your inhibitions at the door and tell me what your fantasies are. I don't want a pure submissive or a blank slate; have fantasies and kinks and tell me about them.

Turn-ons: Femme fatales, sexually aggressive characters, dirty speeches, extended sexual scenes, multiple orgasms, bad endings, foreplay, afterplay, aphrodisiacs, oral, anal, proper grammar, full-sentence and full-paragraph responses.

Turn-offs: Scat, incest fantasies, innocent/virginal/shy/reluctant/asexual characters, bestiality, underage fantasies, futa, male-on-male, ass-to-mouth, chastity fantasies. Not for a half-second judging anyone (well, judging the underage one a bit), but those are just not my bag.

One last thing I wish to mention because it's come up a surprising amount: If I'm on to roleplay I want the roleplay to be explicitly and emphatically sexual. I am not on here for nonsexual roleplay. I'm happy with foreplay and buildup and preparation but if the sex you have in mind is perfunctory or incidental or unsatisfying or interrupted or delayed beyond all hope and reason we will not be compatible. Not judging such roleplays, but also very, very much not interested in them.

The winnowing process at Dark Arts University was brutal.

Some students fell to each other in duels, some were destroyed by things they summoned but could not control, some were taken away in chains by beings from other worlds, some wasted themselves pointlessly attempting things they should not, and then came the midterms when each of them was required to battle another in front of their professors.

Phillip had just found out what classmate he was going to be facing, and he knew he was in deep, deep trouble.

Amelia had always been a good student, strong and smart and magically gifted, and then she'd decided to become a succubus, a sex demon who drained men of their lives and souls, and had only become more dangerous. She walked the halls now, her skin blood-red, her eyes solid orbs of black, with a long, whiplike tail, still wearing the school uniform but somehow, on her new form, it looked sinful.

The challenge boards had been posted, Phillip had read them, and he'd seen her name and his heart sank.

He had a week to try to study as much demonic defense as he could manage, and if he couldn't manage it well enough she'd drain him and claim him and suck out his soul.

He was hurrying to his chambers, an armful of scrolls clutched tightly to his chest, and he turned a corner and there she was. Right in front of him. Pressing him back against the wall, her body warm, her luscious black lips inches from his own, her eyes pinning him in place every bit as much as her body held him.

"Phillip," she whispered, somehow making the name sound like an obscene invitation. "You've seen the lists?"

"You can't-" he said, gasping, trying not to be so powerfully aroused. "You can't hurt me. Not here. Not before the duel."

"Oh Phillip," she whispered, leaning in close, her breath hot on his cheek, "hurting you is the last thing I want to do. When we duel, when I overcome you, I'm going to show you the most pleasurable night of your life. I'm going to take my time and let everyone watching know just how good succubi are at what we do. I'm going to make them envy you as I drain you dry."

Phillip swallowed hard, couldn't speak, could barely breathe.

"Of course," she said, "perhaps you'll win. Perhaps one of those scrolls has the secret and you'll manage to bind me and enslave me and make me yours. If you manage that...well. I'll be all yours for whatever you want. Whatever wicked...kinky...little...thing."

Phillip was gasping, nearly moaning. He was hard, achingly hard, and she knew it. She reached out, took one of his hands in her own, drew it down between her thighs. A few scrolls fell to the floor, and he did not notice as his fingers were guided up, up, up to her sodden panties beneath her pleated school skirt.

"You're not going to win," she whispered, "and this naughty little cunt is going to swallow your soul. I'll show you the other pleasures of my body first, but when the time comes to end you...this is where you'll go. And the fires within me will obliterate you completely in pleasure beyond compare."

Her hand covered his, urged it on, and he needed little urging as his fingers rubbed her warm, wet sex, feeling how hot she was, how wet, how eager.

"The thought has me dripping," she whispered. "I'm so horny thinking about draining you that I can barely see straight. Study hard, little would-be warlock. I'll see you at the duel. For the last time."

She pressed a kiss to his cheek then, a kiss that seemed to linger even after she turned and walked off. He watched her go, unable to not admire her beautiful body as she reached the end of the corridor, turned, blew him a kiss and then vanished.

He had a week, and no more. He gathered up the fallen scrolls frantically, knowing deep within himself that it wouldn't matter.

He was doomed.

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Hello. My name is Mike. All of my posts are always open for responses. I quite like succubi, and femme fatales, and superheroes, and unrepentant villainesses, and life-and-soul draining, and villains and villainesses winning. I want to write and roleplay stories that feature around such characters, and have them be wild and sexy and full of dark magic and sexual slavery and bad endings and more. The above is a tossed-off writing sample, tone and specifics negotiable, but if you are a woman and would enjoy playing a dark and very sexual predator I would very, very much like to hear from you.

I like sexual aggression. I have no interest at all in sweet little innocents or fantasies in which you play one. Delicate, inhibited virgins are as sexually appealing to me as a block of wood. Leave your inhibitions at the door and tell me what your fantasies are. I don't want a pure submissive or a blank slate; have fantasies and kinks and tell me about them.

Turn-ons: Femme fatales, sexually aggressive characters, dirty speeches, extended sexual scenes, multiple orgasms, bad endings, foreplay, afterplay, aphrodisiacs, oral, anal, proper grammar, full-sentence and full-paragraph responses.

Turn-offs: Scat, incest fantasies, innocent/virginal/shy/reluctant/asexual characters, bestiality, underage fantasies, futa, male-on-male, ass-to-mouth, chastity fantasies. Not for a half-second judging anyone (well, judging the underage one a bit), but those are just not my bag.

One last thing I wish to mention because it's come up a surprising amount: If I'm on to roleplay I want the roleplay to be explicitly and emphatically sexual. I am not on here for nonsexual roleplay. I'm happy with foreplay and buildup and preparation but if the sex you have in mind is perfunctory or incidental or unsatisfying or interrupted or delayed beyond all hope and reason we will not be compatible. Not judging such roleplays, but also very, very much not interested in them.

The winnowing process at Dark Arts University was brutal.

Some students fell to each other in duels, some were destroyed by things they summoned but could not control, some were taken away in chains by beings from other worlds, some wasted themselves pointlessly attempting things they should not, and then came the midterms when each of them was required to battle another in front of their professors.

Phillip had just found out what classmate he was going to be facing, and he knew he was in deep, deep trouble.

Amelia had always been a good student, strong and smart and magically gifted, and then she'd decided to become a succubus, a sex demon who drained men of their lives and souls, and had only become more dangerous. She walked the halls now, her skin blood-red, her eyes solid orbs of black, with a long, whiplike tail, still wearing the school uniform but somehow, on her new form, it looked sinful.

The challenge boards had been posted, Phillip had read them, and he'd seen her name and his heart sank.

He had a week to try to study as much demonic defense as he could manage, and if he couldn't manage it well enough she'd drain him and claim him and suck out his soul.

He was hurrying to his chambers, an armful of scrolls clutched tightly to his chest, and he turned a corner and there she was. Right in front of him. Pressing him back against the wall, her body warm, her luscious black lips inches from his own, her eyes pinning him in place every bit as much as her body held him.

"Phillip," she whispered, somehow making the name sound like an obscene invitation. "You've seen the lists?"

"You can't-" he said, gasping, trying not to be so powerfully aroused. "You can't hurt me. Not here. Not before the duel."

"Oh Phillip," she whispered, leaning in close, her breath hot on his cheek, "hurting you is the last thing I want to do. When we duel, when I overcome you, I'm going to show you the most pleasurable night of your life. I'm going to take my time and let everyone watching know just how good succubi are at what we do. I'm going to make them envy you as I drain you dry."

Phillip swallowed hard, couldn't speak, could barely breathe.

"Of course," she said, "perhaps you'll win. Perhaps one of those scrolls has the secret and you'll manage to bind me and enslave me and make me yours. If you manage that...well. I'll be all yours for whatever you want. Whatever wicked...kinky...little...thing."

Phillip was gasping, nearly moaning. He was hard, achingly hard, and she knew it. She reached out, took one of his hands in her own, drew it down between her thighs. A few scrolls fell to the floor, and he did not notice as his fingers were guided up, up, up to her sodden panties beneath her pleated school skirt.

"You're not going to win," she whispered, "and this naughty little cunt is going to swallow your soul. I'll show you the other pleasures of my body first, but when the time comes to end you...this is where you'll go. And the fires within me will obliterate you completely in pleasure beyond compare."

Her hand covered his, urged it on, and he needed little urging as his fingers rubbed her warm, wet sex, feeling how hot she was, how wet, how eager.

"The thought has me dripping," she whispered. "I'm so horny thinking about draining you that I can barely see straight. Study hard, little would-be warlock. I'll see you at the duel. For the last time."

She pressed a kiss to his cheek then, a kiss that seemed to linger even after she turned and walked off. He watched her go, unable to not admire her beautiful body as she reached the end of the corridor, turned, blew him a kiss and then vanished.

He had a week, and no more. He gathered up the fallen scrolls frantically, knowing deep within himself that it wouldn't matter.

He was doomed.

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Hello. My name is Mike. All of my posts are always open for responses. I quite like succubi, and femme fatales, and superheroes, and unrepentant villainesses, and life-and-soul draining, and villains and villainesses winning. I want to write and roleplay stories that feature around such characters, and have them be wild and sexy and full of dark magic and sexual slavery and bad endings and more. The above is a tossed-off writing sample, tone and specifics negotiable, but if you are a woman and would enjoy playing a dark and very sexual predator I would very, very much like to hear from you.

I like sexual aggression. I have no interest at all in sweet little innocents or fantasies in which you play one. Delicate, inhibited virgins are as sexually appealing to me as a block of wood. Leave your inhibitions at the door and tell me what your fantasies are. I don't want a pure submissive or a blank slate; have fantasies and kinks and tell me about them.

Turn-ons: Femme fatales, sexually aggressive characters, dirty speeches, extended sexual scenes, multiple orgasms, bad endings, foreplay, afterplay, aphrodisiacs, oral, anal, proper grammar, full-sentence and full-paragraph responses.

Turn-offs: Scat, incest fantasies, innocent/virginal/shy/reluctant/asexual characters, bestiality, underage fantasies, futa, male-on-male, ass-to-mouth, chastity fantasies. Not for a half-second judging anyone (well, judging the underage one a bit), but those are just not my bag.

One last thing I wish to mention because it's come up a surprising amount: If I'm on to roleplay I want the roleplay to be explicitly and emphatically sexual. I am not on here for nonsexual roleplay. I'm happy with foreplay and buildup and preparation but if the sex you have in mind is perfunctory or incidental or unsatisfying or interrupted or delayed beyond all hope and reason we will not be compatible. Not judging such roleplays, but also very, very much not interested in them.