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Succubus Leloucia, part 4a/?

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They trotted across the training grounds, past rows of shops and crowds of shadowy shoppers. At first the figures seemed to ignore them, but soon he became acutely aware of their furtive glances, the smirks on every lip and the low whispers which sat just on the edge of hearing. He told himself that they weren’t real and there was no reason to be embarrassed, but he still felt a knot of discomfort in the pit of his stomach. The shadows seemed to get clearer the more he paid attention to them; colour crept in, faces became more and more defined. The dream seemed more real than ever now. Sight, sound, touch and smell all came crisp and clear. For the first time Suzaku was clear headed enough to question what was happening to him. He thought of trying to run, or perhaps of trying to overpower Leloucia and banish her back to whatever strange corner of his psyche she had risen from.

It was all hopeless. He didn’t have to test his bonds to know that he couldn’t possibly break free, nor did he doubt that the strange, beautiful woman was stronger than she appeared. She had him right where she wanted him, and the only reason he could think of resisting at all was that she wanted him to know how powerless he was.

The crowd were watching openly now, staring at him like a parade float. He didn’t want to think about them, or the tightness of his bonds, or the nagging unfamiliar weight of his cock. There was only one thing that could distract him, and that was Leloucia herself. Leloucia’s hair, a deep and shining black against the black of her uniform. Leloucia’s hands, so delicate and skilled, yet so strong where they held his leash. Leloucia’s bottom, clasped by oh so thin cloth tighter than he would have thought possible. The swaying of her hips as she strode along, at once powerful and voluptuous…The fog of lust closed back in, and he was lost in her.

“Here we are!” she proclaimed, the sound of her voice as thrilling as the sight of her body. Before them stood a great mirror, framed in brass. Leloucia turned to him and did…something…to the knot at his throat. The leash dropped away and his hands fell free, yet somehow his collar and cuffs and harness stayed in place.

“Look at yourself my darling,” she whispered, “And tell me what you see.”

Suzaku looked into the mirror and saw Leloucia standing behind him, pale and slim and impossibly beautiful. For a moment he could do nothing but stare at her in bliss, until she smiled indulgently, rested one hand gently on his stomach and gave him three firm smacks on the behind. The sound of the blows rang out louder than it should have and he grunted sharply at the contact, but the soft glow of pain focused his mind wonderfully.

He saw himself, naked and harnessed. He saw his own face, flushed with excitement. He saw his arms, strong and lean, perfect for holding her tight to his chest. He saw his own hands, far less delicate than hers yet fine enough to touch her. He saw his chest, broad and powerful, and knew that he was a prize worth conquering. He saw his cock, and loved her for what she’d done to him.

“I see myself” he replied, “I see myself ready to be with you.”