Over the next week, shadowing Nyx became our unofficial extracurricular activity, one that left us increasingly exhausted as we tried to balance it with everything else.

Thursday afternoon found us stationed at various points around the library, watching as Nyx pored over texts about binding contracts and soul anchors. Isabella had positioned herself near the history section with a perfect sightline to Nyx's usual table. Aria pretended to browse romance novels while actually tracking everyone who entered Nyx's vicinity. I occupied a corner study carrel, ostensibly working through differential equations while maintaining awareness of the entire space.

Someone else was watching too.

I noticed her first, a nondescript demon with auburn hair who lingered too long near doorways, her attention fixed on Nyx rather than any books. When I pointed her out to Isabella via subtle hand signals, the other watcher vanished into the stacks before we could identify her properly.

"Could be Academy security," Isabella murmured later as we walked back to the dormitories. "Or whoever's pulling Nyx's strings, checking she's following instructions."

She excused herself shortly after, citing family obligations that required her presence at the Lilitu estate. The subtle tension in her shoulders suggested these weren't social visits.

Friday brought more systematic observation, though coordinating it around our other commitments proved challenging. Nyx attended morning classes normally, but during lunch she slipped away from the dining hall with unusual haste. Aria and I followed at a careful distance as she made her way through Ardorkeep's streets toward the commercial district, ducking into an apothecary that specialized in alchemical components.

Through the window, I watched her purchase several vials of concentrated ingredients, ingredients that matched notes from her journal about stabilizing petrification enchantments. She paid with coins from a leather purse that looked far too full for a student's typical allowance.

"Someone's funding her research," Aria observed quietly.

That evening, Aria accompanied me to visit Faith at the palace. The journey through Ardorkeep's streets felt longer than usual, exhaustion making each step heavier.

Faith looked better than our last visit, more comfortable in her own skin. We spent an hour catching up, discussing her progress with the tutors and her gradual acceptance of her new nature. Aria provided her usual enthusiasm, regaling Faith with exaggerated stories about our surveillance activities.

"You look tired," Faith observed as we prepared to leave.

"Just busy," I assured her, though the fatigue sat heavy behind my eyes.

The weekend provided our best opportunity for extended surveillance, though Isabella remained absent with her family obligations. Saturday afternoon, Nyx ventured into the Squalor District again. Aria and I wore Isabella's dark cloaks, keeping to the shadows as Nyx navigated the deteriorating streets with practiced ease.

She didn't enter the same building as before. Instead, she met briefly with a hooded figure near a crumbling fountain, exchanging what looked like written notes for a small wrapped package. The meeting lasted less than three minutes before both parties hurried away in opposite directions.

We couldn't follow both, so we stayed with Nyx as she returned to the Academy, the package tucked safely inside her bag.

Sunday brought a different pattern. Nyx spent most of the day in her dormitory, only emerging briefly for meals. Through careful questioning of her roommates in the dining hall, Aria learned that Nyx had spent the day conducting private research behind locked doors.

"She's working on something," Aria reported back. "Her roommates say she's been more withdrawn lately, muttering to herself about complex formulas."

Isabella rejoined us Sunday evening, looking as exhausted as I felt. She didn't elaborate on her family's demands, and neither Aria nor I pressed her.

Monday's classes proceeded normally until late afternoon, when Nyx cut her library time short and headed south again. This time, our mysterious watcher reappeared, a different demon with similar nondescript features who maintained careful distance while tracking Nyx's movements.

"Definitely not a coincidence," Isabella murmured as we observed both the watcher and our target. "Someone's keeping tabs on her progress."

That evening, Aria came with me to visit Faith again. The visits had become routine, a way to maintain connection while Faith adjusted to her new life. We found her in the palace training grounds, practicing magic with one of Mother's tutors.

"You're pushing yourself too hard," Faith said when we spoke privately afterwards, her red eyes studying me with concern.

"Says the woman who just spent three hours on combat drills," I countered.

"That's different. I'm supposed to be training." She paused. "Whatever you're investigating, don't forget to take care of yourself."

Tuesday brought our most significant discovery, though I could feel the week's exhaustion wearing on all of us. Following Nyx through the Squalor District's winding streets, we watched as she entered a decrepit building we hadn't seen before, a structure that leaned precariously against its neighbours like a drunk seeking support.

Unlike her previous quick exchanges, Nyx remained inside for nearly an hour. When she emerged, her expression was troubled, her earlier determination replaced by something that looked uncomfortably like resignation.

But before she left, the building's door opened again briefly, and I caught a glimpse of the interior, a glimpse of what appeared to be someone moving about in the shadows. Someone who wasn't leaving with Nyx.

"There's someone living there," I whispered. "Or being kept there."

Wednesday's observation confirmed it. Nyx returned to the same building, this time carrying a basket of food and what looked like alchemical supplies. She stayed for thirty minutes before leaving empty-handed.

"She's spending an awful lot of time with that person," Isabella noted, stifling a yawn. Between family obligations and surveillance, she'd gotten less sleep than any of us.

"Her mysterious father?" Aria suggested. Of the three of us, she seemed least affected by the exhausting week, though even her usual boundless energy had dimmed slightly.

"Possibly," I agreed, watching Nyx's retreating form. "Though why keep him in the Squalor District?"

That evening, Aria joined me for another visit to Faith. The trips were adding to our exhaustion, but maintaining connection with her felt important.

Thursday afternoon, Professor Moira found us clustered around a table in the library, comparing notes from our week of surveillance. I'd noticed Isabella's hand trembling slightly as she wrote, fatigue finally catching up with her noble composure.

"Should I be concerned about what you three are planning?" Moira asked, sliding into an empty chair with practiced grace.

"Just academic research," Aria said, though her usual infectious enthusiasm sounded muted.

Moira's expression suggested she didn't believe that for a moment. "The Headmistress has received reports of three students repeatedly visiting the Squalor District. While technically not against Academy rules, it's certainly unusual behaviour."

"We're being careful," I assured her.

"Careful would be leaving this investigation to the academy," Moira replied. "However, your mother mentioned discouraging you would be pointless." She fixed me with a pointed look. "Instead, she asked me to ensure you don't do anything spectacularly reckless."

"We're just gathering information," Isabella said calmly, though I noticed her fighting back another yawn.

Moira sighed. "Then at least promise me you won't attempt anything dangerous without informing me first."

"We promise," I said, meaning it. Probably.

After Moira departed with clear scepticism about our intentions, we gathered in my dormitory to consolidate everything we'd learned. Bellas had prepared tea and arranged comfortable seating before retreating to give us privacy.

"So," Aria began, sprawling across one of the beds with characteristic lack of ceremony, though with less energy than usual. "What have we actually discovered?"

* * *

Isabella leaned forward, tracing patterns on the table with one finger. "We know Nyx is being coerced into creating petrification enchantments. We know she's acquired materials from Pestilentia. We know she's meeting someone regularly in the Squalor District."

"And we know that whoever's watching her isn't working alone," I added. "The watchers change, but they follow the same pattern."

"House Viridia's involvement seems obvious," Isabella continued. "The daggers came from their territory, and the attacks served their political interests."

Aria sat up with effort, her purple eyes serious despite the exhaustion. "But we still don't know who she's visiting in that building. The person she brings food to."

"Her father, most likely," I said. "Or whoever controls the contracts binding her."

We sat in contemplative silence for a moment. Outside, the Academy's crystal formations cast their usual warm glow through the windows, but the light felt distant somehow.

"We need to know who she's meeting," Isabella said finally. "Without that piece, everything else is just circumstantial."

"You mean sneak into the building?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.

"Can you think of another way to identify them?" Isabella raised an eyebrow. "Moira said not to do anything reckless without informing her. Technically, careful reconnaissance isn't reckless."

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"That's some impressive mental gymnastics," I observed.

"I learned from watching you," Isabella replied with the ghost of a smile.

Aria bounced up from the bed, some of her energy returning despite the fatigue. "So we're doing this? Actually investigating properly instead of just following her around?"

"Tomorrow," I confirmed. "We'll need to prepare tonight."

"I'll handle potions," Aria volunteered immediately. "Concealment draughts, energy restoration, maybe something for emergency escape."

"I can acquire supplies from the Lilitu estate," Isabella added. "Proper weapons, protective charms, communications crystals."

"I'll prepare everything else we might need," I said. "Anything we can't source elsewhere."

We finalized the details quickly, exhaustion lending urgency to our planning. Tomorrow we'd finally get answers about who was pulling Nyx's strings.

But first, we needed to recover from the week's relentless surveillance.

"I'm too tired to go to the Pleasure Dome," Aria admitted, stretching with exaggerated dramatics. "Which is really saying something."

Isabella's smile turned knowing. "I suspected we might need alternative arrangements tonight." She glanced toward the door. "That's why I brought Brutus."

Right on cue, her massive orc slave entered, his impressive physique somehow making our spacious dormitory feel smaller. Bellas emerged from his alcove moments later, having clearly heard Isabella's summons.

The sight of both men standing before us sent pleasant anticipation thrumming through my body, pushing aside the week's exhaustion. This was exactly what we needed, a proper recharge in the way only succubi could manage.

I stood, moving toward Brutus with deliberate purpose. His dark eyes watched me approach with mixture of anticipation and submission that made something primal inside me respond with satisfaction.

"On the bed," I commanded softly, placing one hand against his chest and pushing gently.

He complied immediately, his massive form settling onto the mattress with surprising grace. I followed him down, straddling his hips as my tail curled with pleasure.

Behind me, I heard Isabella's approving hum and Aria's delighted laugh as they turned their attention to Bellas. The sound of clothing being removed mingled with soft commands and eager compliance.

I leaned down, capturing Brutus's mouth in a demanding kiss while my hands explored the familiar planes of his muscular chest. The week's tension began melting away, replaced by the pure pleasure of claiming what was mine.

Tomorrow we'd face whatever dangers awaited in that decrepit building. Tonight, we'd lose ourselves in the simple satisfaction of bodies and power and the intoxicating sweetness of the alchemy of flesh.

—NSFW Past This Point. Tried being more 'direct' this time.—

I claimed Brutus's mouth with increasing intensity, savouring the way his powerful body yielded beneath mine. His hands settled on my hips with carefully controlled strength, awaiting permission to do more.

Behind me, Isabella's voice carried that particular commanding tone. "Bellas, come here."

The bed shifted as Aria helped manoeuvre Bellas onto the same mattress. One advantage of Academy furniture, it adapted to accommodate whatever activities we required. The bed expanded smoothly, giving us all the space we needed while keeping everyone within easy reach.

"Much better," Aria purred, already working on removing Bellas's minimal clothing. "Now we can all play together properly."

I broke the kiss with Brutus, sitting up to admire the view. Isabella knelt beside Bellas, her fingers tracing patterns across his chest while Aria worked lower, her enthusiasm evident in every movement. Brutus remained beneath me, his impressive arousal pressing against my still-clothed core.

"Patience," I murmured, running my hands down Brutus's chest. "We have all night."

My uniform came off piece by piece, each article discarded with deliberate slowness. The corset first, then the shirt and tie. My skirt followed, pooling on the floor alongside my stockings. Finally, I removed the simple undergarments, revealing myself completely to Brutus's appreciative gaze.

Beside us, Isabella and Aria had stripped Bellas bare. His cock stood proud and ready, already glistening slightly. Aria wrapped her hand around his length, stroking slowly while Isabella captured his mouth in a demanding kiss.

I ground my hips against Brutus, feeling his thick shaft slide along my wet folds without penetrating yet. The friction sent pleasant sparks through my body, awakening the hunger that had been dormant during our exhausting surveillance week.

"Lily, you're such a tease," Aria called out between kisses to Bellas's neck.

"Says the succubus who spent twenty minutes at the Pleasure Dome just dancing," I shot back.

Isabella's laugh was low and rich. "Both of you enjoy drawing things out when you're in control."

She had a point. I lifted my hips and positioned Brutus's cock at my entrance, then sank down in one smooth motion. His size stretched me deliciously, filling me completely. A soft gasp escaped my lips at the sensation.

Brutus groaned beneath me, his hands tightening on my hips. I began moving with slow, deliberate rolls, taking my time to savour each stroke. My tail curled around one of his thick thighs, the spaded tip teasing his sensitive skin.

The bed dipped as Aria moved, positioning herself over Bellas's face. "Make yourself useful," she commanded, her cheerful tone somehow making the order even more absolute.

Bellas complied immediately, his tongue finding her folds as she settled over him. Aria's pleased moan mingled with the wet sounds of Isabella working Bellas's cock with her mouth.

I increased my pace on Brutus, chasing the building pleasure. My breasts bounced with each movement, drawing his eyes. When I leaned forward, bringing them within reach, he didn't wait for permission before capturing one nipple between his lips.

The dual sensation, his cock filling me and his mouth working my breast, sent heat spiralling through my core. I rode him harder, my exhausted body gradually awakening as vital energy began flowing into me from his enchanted form.

"Fuck, that's good," Aria gasped, grinding against Bellas's face. "Right there, exactly like that."

Isabella pulled off Bellas's cock with an audible pop, licking her lips. "I think he's ready for more." She crawled up the bed, straddling Bellas's hips and sinking down onto his length in one fluid motion.

Now we had a proper chain. Bellas pleasured Aria with his mouth while Isabella rode his cock. Beside them, I continued working myself on Brutus's impressive shaft, feeling my first orgasm building steadily.

"Someone's getting bossy," Aria observed breathlessly, her purple eyes fixed on me. "Ordering Brutus around like that."

"She's always bossy," Isabella replied, her voice strained with pleasure as she moved. "Haven't you noticed?"

"True," Aria conceded, then her words dissolved into a moan as Bellas found the perfect rhythm with his tongue.

I couldn't argue with their assessment. Something about having Brutus beneath me, completely under my control, brought out every dominant instinct in me. I set the pace, took what I wanted, used his body for my pleasure without hesitation or guilt.

The thought used to trouble me. Instead, now it only heightened my arousal.

My orgasm crashed over me suddenly, pleasure radiating outward from my core. I cried out, my inner walls clenching rhythmically around Brutus's cock as waves of sensation rolled through me. The vital energy flowing from him intensified, feeding the succubus hunger that defined my existence.

I didn't stop moving. My legs trembled slightly, but the infusion of energy was already clearing some of the mental fog that had accumulated over the past week. I could think more clearly, plan more effectively, even as my body continued riding the aftershocks.

Beside me, Aria reached her peak with a sharp cry, her body shuddering over Bellas's face. She lifted off him after a moment, switching positions with Isabella in an unspoken agreement that came naturally to succubi sharing partners.

Isabella positioned herself over Bellas's face while Aria took his cock, the three of them forming a new configuration. The sounds of pleasure filled the room, wet flesh against flesh, gasping breaths and commanding murmurs.

I pulled off Brutus with reluctance, my body protesting the loss even as I moved toward the others. Isabella caught my eye, reading my intention immediately. She shifted to make room, and I straddled Bellas's chest, leaning forward to capture Aria's mouth in a deep kiss.

Our tongues tangled together while Aria continued bouncing on Bellas's cock. Behind me, Isabella's pleased sounds indicated Bellas was performing his duties admirably. My hands found Aria's breasts, teasing her nipples until she broke the kiss to gasp.

"Greedy," she accused breathlessly.

"Always," I agreed, moving lower to trail kisses down her neck.

Brutus hadn't moved from where I'd left him, his cock still hard and ready. Patient, obedient, waiting for my next command. The power dynamic sent another thrill through me.

"Brutus," I called without looking back. "Come here."

The bed shifted as he obeyed. I glanced over my shoulder, seeing him kneeling behind me, awaiting instruction.

"Take Isabella," I commanded. "Make her come."

He moved to comply, positioning himself behind Isabella as she continued riding Bellas's face. The angle worked perfectly, his impressive length sliding into her from behind. Isabella's resulting moan was muffled against Bellas's thigh, but her pleasure was unmistakable.

Now we formed a complete circuit. Bellas pleasured Isabella with his mouth while being fucked by Aria, who kissed and touched me, while Brutus fucked Isabella from behind. All of us connected, feeding and being fed, pleasure building in cascading waves.

My second orgasm built more slowly, the energy already flowing through me heightening every sensation. I ground against Bellas's chest, seeking friction against my sensitive clit while my hands explored Aria's body.

Aria came next, her inner walls clenching around Bellas's cock as she cried out. The vital energy released in that moment washed over all of us, particularly sweet as it flowed into her. She collapsed forward against me, and I caught her, supporting her weight as we both caught our breath.

"Switch," Isabella gasped, and we rearranged again.

This time I took Bellas's cock, sinking down onto his familiar length with a satisfied sigh. Aria positioned herself over his face while Isabella moved to Brutus, wrapping her legs around his waist as he lifted her effortlessly.

We cycled through positions with increasing urgency. My third orgasm hit while I rode Bellas reverse cowgirl, watching Aria and Isabella kiss passionately while Brutus knelt behind Aria, his cock buried in her willing body. The sight combined with the fullness inside me and the steady flow of vital energy pushed me over the edge again.

My legs trembled violently this time, barely supporting my weight, but my mind felt sharper than it had in days. The exhaustion washing away with each climax, replaced by clarity and renewed vigour.

"Floor," Aria panted eventually. "Need more room."

We tumbled off the bed in a tangle of limbs, bringing our slaves with us. The carpet was soft enough, and suddenly we had space to spread out, to try positions that required more room.

I ended up on my hands and knees with Brutus behind me, his thick cock stretching me beautifully as he thrust with controlled power. Beside us, Isabella had Bellas on his back, riding him with fierce determination while Aria sat on his face, the three of them moving in synchronized rhythm.

My fourth orgasm built quickly, the vital energy thrumming through my veins like liquid fire. Brutus's hands gripped my hips with perfect pressure, neither too gentle nor too rough, reading my body's needs instinctively.

When I came this time, I barely recognized the sounds leaving my throat, primal and demanding. My arms gave out, my face pressing against the carpet as Brutus continued fucking me through the waves of pleasure. Vital energy poured into me, sweet and potent, clearing away the last remnants of the week's mental fatigue.

Behind me, Brutus's rhythm finally faltered. He filled me with thick spurts of seed, groaning low as his enhanced body delivered what felt like an endless release. I clenched around him deliberately, milking every drop while absorbing the accompanying rush of energy.

He pulled out carefully, and I rolled onto my back, sprawling boneless on the carpet. My legs felt like water, my body thoroughly used, but my mind buzzed with restored clarity.

Aria and Isabella reached their peaks moments apart, their cries mingling as they rode Bellas through simultaneous orgasms. The vital energy release was intense enough that I felt it from several feet away, watching as they both shuddered and gasped.

Finally, movement stilled. We collapsed where we were, a tangle of sweaty bodies spread across the dormitory floor. Bellas lay on his back, breathing heavily, his enhanced stamina finally depleted. Brutus had settled nearby, his massive chest heaving.

Isabella sprawled to my left, one arm thrown over her eyes. Aria lay to my right, her legs splayed wide, purple eyes half-closed in satisfaction.

Bodily fluids covered everything, the scent of sex thick in the air. My hair stuck to my neck and back, and I could feel Brutus's seed slowly leaking from my thoroughly used body.

I licked my lips absently, tasting the salt of sweat and something sweeter, remnants of the vital energy we'd consumed. The flavour was exquisite, satisfying in ways that went beyond simple physical pleasure.

"That was exactly what we needed," Aria mumbled, her usual enthusiasm reduced to quiet contentment.

"Agreed," Isabella replied, not moving. "Though I think we might have overdone it slightly."

"Speak for yourself," I said, already feeling my body beginning the recovery process. "I could go again in fifteen minutes."

"Liar," Aria accused without heat. "Your legs are still shaking."

She was right, they were. But the trembling came from exertion, not exhaustion. Already, the vital energy coursing through my system was repairing the minor damage, restoring depleted reserves, preparing me for whatever came next.

That was the beauty of being a succubus. Sex didn't drain us—it recharged us completely.

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