When she was back in her room, Debbie sat on the bed, cross legged, and opened up the book. She felt a sense of disappointment that Mark hadn't asked her to stay up and do something fun, but she guessed he had just been tired. Maybe she was getting her hopes up. It didn't seem like this was going to be the weekend he asked her out after all. She sighed and looked down at the book; at least she could satisfy her curiosity and get some reading done in the tranquil forest environment. It was pretty peaceful up here, and she wondered whether to find a nice quiet spot in the morning where she could catch up on her books.
For now though, she was interested in that weird old book she'd picked out of the basement. She looked down at the fad ed, crumpled pages and started flicking through; the words were in a foreign language, but not one she recognised. There were, however, some odd pictures scattered throughout the book of men and women; some short, some tall, some fat, some thin...every different type of body really. She carried on flicking and came to an image on the inside of the back cover of a beautiful, winged woman with small horns. Underneath the image was the word "Zellera". Subconsciously, Debbie read the word out-loud.
Almost immediately, Debbie noticed a strange, purple smoke coming from the floorboards. With a shriek, she jumped off the bed and went for the door, but found herself turning back as the smoke engulfed her vision. She coughed and spluttered, fanning the air with her hands, fearing the entire place had been set on fire somehow. Then, as soon as it had appeared, the smoke began to melt away and form into a human like shape. Debbie gasped as the smoke formed into a feminine, human silhouette and a woman stepped out, the same woman she had seen in the drawing.
The woman in front of her had long, red hair that reached all the way down to her butt. She wore a red corset and knee high boots, and had a long, forked tail. The corset accentuated her curves, bubble butt and impressive cleavage. She was wearing a dark red lipstick which drew attention to her pale, milky skin. Smiling as she took a step forward, she looked Debbie up and down. "Thank you, mortal, for freeing me. I thought nobody would ever find that book." She stretched out, her wings extending across the room. Her cracked her neck and extended her arms like she had just woken up from a long nap.
Debbie couldn't believe what she was seeing. She kept fiddling with the door knob, trying desperately to escape, but she couldn't seem to get a grip on it. As she continued to struggle, she felt something wrap around her waist, and looked down to see the girl's forked tail snaking around her middle. She let out a little yelp and found herself being pulled back.
"No need to be scared," the winged girl said softly. She pulled Debbie to within an inch of her face and smiled at her. "My name is Zellera, but you know that, you read my name from the book."
"I...I..." Debbie tried to find the words, but could not. She was terrified.
"It's okay, I'm a succubus," Zellera said, her hand brushing Deb's cheek.
That didn't make Debbie feel any better. She knew full well what a succubus was. "Please, don't hurt me."
Zellera rolled her eyes. "Silly girl, I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to help you. You do know what a succubus is?"
Debbie nodded nervously.
"Let me look at you," Zellera said, taking Debbie's face in her hands and raising it to hers. She stared into her eyes. "There's something here you want...no...someone...and he's sleeping in the next room. I can help you get what you want."
"What does that mean?" Debbie asked, unable to look away from Zellera's red eyes.
"I can make you irresistible to your friend, is that what you want?" Zellera asked. "You freed me, and I owe you a debt. Let me repay it. Let me give you the man you most desire."
Debbie's mind was racing. Never mind that Demonic creatures were real and that she inadvertently summoned one, now this creature was promising to help her with her love life! It was all too much to take...but it was a tempting offer. "How would that work?"
Zellera grinned. "Well, I can enchant you to make you his perfect woman. I could change your body, your mind, your appearance, your hair colour...anything...I can see into his heart too, and I know what he would like."
"What does he like?!" Debbie asked, desperately.
"Oh, I can't tell you that, that's not part of the deal," Zellera giggled. "But if you are willing to try it, you can find out. He will never know anything has changed. I will change reality so that he thinks you were always this way."
Debbie considered the offer, did she really want to risk this? Did she really want to change herself just so Mark would like her?
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