Lord Of Succubi:Transmigrated As A Dual Cultivator In Isekai Of Magic



The effect was instantaneous.

Immediately, Nexus' vision began to blur deliriously. An inordinate sinking feeling of falling backwards suddenly kicked. And his mind came crashing down hard on the bare ground that was reality.

His eyes opened even before his eyes opened. Nexus realized it immediately- he was back. His mind began to aggressively separate reality from illusion. And the room began to gradually come into focus.

Nexus watched askance as the once brilliant kaleidoscopic room plunged into a grim dull orange light. The abundant sounds of laughter that filled his ears were replaced by a ominous resounding silence. The tall glossy marble-like pillars were now replaced by boring slabs of stone.

Mentally, Nexus stirred slowly in the dim light. The brief memory of the illusion began to fade away in the background, as reality slammed right into him unnervingly.

"What. . .in. . .the. . .actual. . .fuck???"

He was lying in his bed.

In his room.

And to his side, the invasive presence of the matriarch was looming over him like a human storm cloud. For the briefest moment, Nexus remained still, partially frozen by the sight. The weak light from the burning candle filtered into her translucent gown. Her braless cleavage spilled out of her skimpy night gown. Her long golden curls flowed freely from the crown of her head- all the way down, drooping past her shoulders.

In the dark, she simply stood there, doing nothing, saying nothing, watching him.

Nexus remained as still as a coma patient. This woman was full of surprises. She was something of a baroness, she was also a mother, a salacious cougar, and now, she had actively taken on the role of a sorceress.

He still hadn't figured out her game. However, one thing was clear enough- for some reason known only to her, she wanted him under an illusion. And she had gone through great lengths to accomplish it. So, eager to find out, Nexus did the most prudent thing he could; he played along with the charade, pretending to still be under the illusion.

He relaxed his expression, and kept his eyes open, looking straight ahead, but with a certain lifelessness.

It must have worked, because the golden haired matriarch continued to gaze at him with her icy blue eyes, mentally running circles around him, and savoring her brief trip of power.

Her eyes roved over him like piece of meat.

The doctor on the bed was a very attractive male. He was trim- but in a lean muscular kind of way. He was attentive, full of youthful vigor, and of course, he had been endowed by nature with a humongous package below the belt. Also, his eyes were deep and knowing. But apparently not 'knowing' enough to escape what she had planned for him.

She inched closer to the bed, swung her waist sideways, and focused her icy gaze on him, and opened her mouth;

"Hello doctor."

Her slurry words rang out in a sing-song whisper;

"You've been incredible sensitive to me and my needs, and for that, you have my gratitude. But you've spoiled me with pleasure, and scarred me with a deep unquenchable desire. . ."

Her words were anything but empathic. And yet, they filtered into Nexus' ears with the soothing inviting tease of a mythical siren;

". . .you may have no intention of cooperating this time, but trust me, you WILL."

Her tone took hit more assertive octave;

"This time around, I am in charge. This time, you will be more than a good doctor. You will do as I say, won't you?"

Nexus, totally immersed in the unfolding drama, almost forgot he was in fact supposed to be 'hypnotized.'

Quickly, he gathered his thoughts and replied her in a flat, emotionless tone;

"Yes. . .I will do as you say. . ."

A cold smiled streaked across her domineering face;

"Good. . ." she mouthed again; "Good. . ."

Intoxicated on the perverse joy of having him completely under her control, she leaned forward on the bed- resting her elbow on the pillow, and supporting her chin on her palm. Once again, her lips parted, and she began to softly talk him through his arousal;

"You have an exquisite bone structure doctor. . .do you know that?"

The softness of her voice began to make him hard;

"Yes," he answered mechanically; I do."

"I'm going to run my hand along your thighs now. . ." the subtext echoed loudly in the darkness; ". . .would you like that. . .?"

It wasn't a rhetorical question.

"Yes."

Her left hand rose from her side, and landed on Nexus' bare chest. He had taken off his tunic before bed, and was wearing only the bottom half. In the waning light of the rapidly diminishing candle, her fingers ran across the span of his muscle bound chest, and began to slowly work its way down.

She slid towards his sculpted abs, down below his belly button, to his pelvis, and finally, to his right lap, where his cock was nudged.

Nexus fought hard to keep his lungs from breathing wildly. But as for his cock, he had little to zero control over how it responded.

Through the loose fabric of his silk pajamas trousers, her small fingers found his stiff cock. She gasped loudly. Her palms ran along the length, almost as if she was appraising a prime piece of jewelry, or scouting the lay of the land.

Like a petulant child intent on playing with a toy, she massaged his dick through his trousers- rubbing vigorously, until it began to swell even more. The lady was completely taken in, and it reflected deeply in her next command.

She dropped the hammer on Nexus;

"Take off your pants now. . .take it ALL off this instant. . ."

The feminine gruffness was unmistakable. The rampant urgency could also not be denied.

Nexus moved smoothly to comply with her command. He sat upright like a robot, placed his hands on the waist band, and began to shimmy out of both pajamas, and boxer shorts.

As he stripped naked for her, Nexus reflected (without any shame), that even without hypnosis, if this big breasted woman had asked him to do this, he would have gladly gone nude for her- without question.

His dignity could do go to blazes for all he cared.

But thankfully, for future purposes, he could actually blame this on the 'illusion' the matriarch had cast over him. So, Nexus pulled the remaining length of his pants off his feet, and tossed them indifferently.

Lips quivering, and eyes bulging, she eyed his half erect dick strung between his thighs- as though it were a mouthwatering delicacy.

"Now lie back down. . ." she commanded.

Still pretending to obey mindlessly, Nexus responded accordingly and laid down gently. Immediately, the voluptuous succubus dove into action with a swiftness. Her round breasts wiggled about freely as she practically rose up, and climbed into his bed.

Mrs. Russell took her place south of his cock.

Wedging her wide fat buttocks in, she literally sat between his knees and spread her own thighs wide apart- placing her beefy thighs atop his. Her short lacy, translucent night gown was barely covering her lower body anymore. Nexus saw the familiar thick folds of her fat pussy, and knew she was not wearing any panties.