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Vandalize My Heart - Chapter 9

Okay Grace is convinced, she's ready to get turned into a demon now.

Huh? She's not ready? Oh.

Oh.

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Grace prodded at the mark Lilith had left on her abdomen.

"So, how does this thing work, anyway?"

Lilith looked up from the stack of contracts on her desk and adjusted her glasses. "Well, it's an incredibly complex-"

"Whenever you get horny about ripping my soul apart it just, WHAM, huh?"

"Oh, that part. That is essentially how it works, yes." Lilith said, a smug smile creeping onto her face. "Why do you ask?"

"Mm, I just like to be prepared." Grace said, tracing her finger across the intricate linework. "I think I'm ready now, Lilith."

The effects of her words on the Queen of Lust were immediate.

A blast of unholy heat exploded from her, scattering the papers on her desk and hitting Grace like she had just opened an oven an inch from her face. Her mark flared to life an instant later, shining more intensely than ever before. Grace crumpled into a heap on the sofa, writhing.

"Hhhoh god even when I know it's coming-" She whined, as Lilith stalked across the room toward her.

"You know Grace, I'm so fucking happy you think you're ready." She said, looming over her. Her body shifted as her internal fire roared, becoming larger and more monstrous. Horns, spikes, talons all grew longer and grislier. "There's just one, tiny problem. Do you know what that is, little lamb?"

"U-um, you're, you're being kinda scary right now-" Grace said shakily.

Lilith touched one of those horrific claws to her mark, causing new glowing lines to etch across her skin and stitch together into an expanded crest. She met Grace's gaze with eyes like burning coals and flashed a sharp-toothed grin.

"You're asking me to take your soul, when you should be begging."

Grace's skin flushed, her body went completely rigid, and she forgot how to speak.

"I, uh, I-I-" She stammered, before swallowing hard.

"Mm, don't try now, darling." Lilith husked. "No, no, I've been slacking, your soul should be far more corrupt at this point. Your induction to my realm has been practically chaste." She sighed dramatically, exhaling a plume of purplish black smoke.

"I-Is the mark going to turn off at some point or-"

"Hah!" Lilith barked. "No, darling, of course not. We need to turn you into a proper succubus, don't we? And you're woefully unprepared. The sum total of your sexual experience is squirming pitifully while me or Azaerixia takes the lead."

She scooped Grace up into her arms and carried her out the door.

"Don't get me wrong, it's a gooood fucking look on you, little lamb. But if I just reach in and fuck up your soul right now you'll make a pretty pathetic succubus. Weak magic, tiny little nubby horns, and, no offense, you wouldn't be very good at the job." She explained. "You'd improve over time, but you really want your soul nice and stuffed to the brim with lust before the initial transformation for the best return on your efforts."

They entered one of Lilith's bedrooms, a gaggle of succubi waiting for her. Grace kind of recognized some of them, and she definitely recognized Azaerixia.

"Now, my wonderful girls, they can't touch your soul with my mark on you. So that crest is going to stay nice and shiny, make sure you're eager to please, and you're going to be their new toy. Doesn't that sound fun, little lamb?"

Well, she was being magically teased so intensely she could hardly think, and these succubi were all looking at her like they couldn't wait to help her over that edge, so it did sound fun. And the thought of it making her a better succubus made Lilith's crest tingle in a different, but just as exciting way. She nodded hastily.

"Goooood." Lilith cooed, gently placing her in the bed and turning her attention to the other succubi. "Have fun with her dearests, and don't hold back. You all deserve to feast on her pleasure as I do. Just be sure to teach her some tricks for the job, we don't want your precious new sister to starve out there, do we?"

The succubi murmured their gratitude and excitement, but Grace was focused on her confusion that Lilith was… leaving?

"W-Where are you going?" She asked, and Lilith chuckled.

"My darling little lamb, if I fuck you right now I'm going to tear that pretty little soul out, readiness be damned. No, no, I will wait. Wait until you're ripe, and then devour you, Grace." She gave her a little wave as she lingered in the doorway. "Until then, just think of this as… not seeing eachother before the wedding. Look forward to it, little lamb. I know I will."

Lilith closed the door and sank the room into darkness. Unholy violet flames burned like stars around the room, bathing everything in gentle candlelight.

And among those stars, hungry eyes bored into her.

"I, um, haha-" Grace laughed nervously.

"Relaaaaxxxx, babygirl." Hummed a familiar voice as she was gently taken into Azaerixia's arms. "I've got you, and I'm gonna make sure you have such a good time with us. Okay?"

"Y-Yeah, okay."

Azaerixia kissed her, then released her hug and gently eased Grace onto her back, evaporating her clothes into ribbons of smoke.

"Poor thing, the mark must be driving her crazy." Cooed one of the other succubi, settling in between her legs. "We'll take such good care of you, make your soul so beautiful for Mistress."

Grace's breath caught in her throat as the succubus dipped her long tongue between her folds. The magic was already so good, and now-

Another succubus joined her, the two taking turns swapping off eating her out and kissing the insides of her thighs. They giggled, watching Grace whimper and squirm.

"New girls are always so cute, we haven't even really started yet." Said one.

"She was a nun, you know." Azaerixia said as she stroked Grace's hair. "So cute and innocent."

That got a chorus of interested ooohs from the girls who weren't familiar with her.

"Oh, that must have been so boring! Don't worry cutie, we'll show you a good time." Said the other between her legs.

"Maybe too good for a repressed little choir girl to handle." Said the first.

The two of them got to work on her in earnest, prehensile tongues flowing over eachother as they lavished attention on her dripping cunt. Grace groaned and scrunched her eyes shut, canting her hips involuntarily and covering her mouth. Azaerixia stole her hand away from her mouth and intertwined their fingers.

"Nuh-uh, little lamb!" She chided. "How are we supposed to teach you to use those kissable lips if you do that? Ooh, now that I mention it-" She settled in on top of Grace and kissed her deeply, probing her throat with her long tongue. The demon's breasts squished against hers, and she gagged on her tongue as the two succubi going down on her brought her to her first climax of the night.

"Yummy~"

"You can really taste that she was a nun, mmm."

Grace panted, overwhelmed, as Azaerixia broke the kiss.

"Yep! Veeeerry kissable!" Azaerixia said happily, licking her lips.

"I, um-" Grace stuttered, breathless. "Am I supposed to know how to do that with my tongue?"

"Pfft, no, silly." Azaerixia giggled. "That's a succubus thing, we'll teach you that some other time. It's fun though, right?"

She punctuated her question by winking and making a peace sign as she stuck her tongue out, letting it hang down to her tits.

Grace blushed and nodded meekly.

"Yeah it's cool." She squeaked.

"It is!" Azaerixia said, clapping her hands together. "But enough about that, your soul isn't going to corrupt itself! Drennixi, do you want to come over here and-"

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"Okay, keep your throat relaxed, and remember: eye contact!" Azaerixia instructed, hanging off Grace's arm and encouraging her as she sucked Helneth's dick. "I know you're nervous but you're doing so good! Listen to how her breath is hitching, figure out what's making her do that and keep doing it."

"G-Gonna cum-!" Helneth panted, as her cock throbbed needily in Grace's mouth.

"Ooh!" Azzy said. "Now, some people are going to want you to jack them off onto your face, but for Helneth you should just keep doing what you're doing. It's a case-by-case thing, you'll be able to tell which they're into when you're a succubus."

Grace kept doing what she was doing, until Helneth grabbed a fistful of her hair and came with a sharp cry. She pressed her lips as far down her shaft as she could and held them there as Lilith's mark pushed her over the edge as a reward for a job well done. She squeezed her legs together and moaned around the succubus's cock, slowly withdrawing as its twitching slowed. One final gooey rope shot onto her tongue as she did so, and Grace opened her mouth to show it off before swallowing. Helneth blushed furiously and covered her face.

"See! You're a natural!" Azaerixia squeed, hugging her.

"I-I mean, I saw you do that like twenty minutes ago-" Grace tried to protest, but Azaerixia could not be stopped.

"Still! You did so good!!!" She said, hugging her even more tightly. "Remember, a good blowjob is 90% confidence, 8% not accidentally biting their dick, and 2% everything else. Now, next we should-"

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"Now when you're dealing with mortals, you have to make sure there's enough give in the rope that you aren't cutting off their circulation." Brizora explained as Grace tied Azaerixia's hands behind her back. "Azzy likes them tighter, but she's not mortal. Also a freak."

"Guilty!" Azaerixia said gleefully, wagging her tail.

"So you want to keep them about this tight on a mortal, enough that you can stick your finger between their wrist and the rope. But, just for fun, pull it a bit tighter and push her face down into the pillow-"

~

"Now, people will tell you that mortals can't feel what you do to the strap, but they just aren't trying hard enough! Put this on and I'll show you that if you just believe in yourself-"

~

Grace braided Helneth's hair in silence, while Azaerixia braided hers and had her own braided by Drennixi, and so on. She cleared her throat.

"So is this like, a lesson about patience, or mortals needing breaks, or-"

"No, I just thought it would be nice!" Said Azaerixia.

"Oh. Well. Any advice to fill the silence?"

"Sure! So the thing with summoning circles is that it's actually really easy to convince horny people to let you out of them before they've bound you to a pact, but like, running loose up there isn't as fun as it sounds. It smells kinda bad and it's like super loud and sometimes a car hits you-"

"Azzy I've been down here for maybe a month, I remember what the mortal realm is like."

"Oh! Right!" Azaerixia exclaimed. "Ummm, anybody else have advice?"

"If a summoner is being shitty you can sear the flesh from their bones with hellfire and Mistress won't be mad. You don't get to keep the soul though." Brizora said.

"I'll… keep that in mind for when I can do that?"

"Succubi can't impregnate anyone or be impregnated, but you can lie about that if you're fucking someone who's into it or if it would be funny." Said Helneth.

"If it would be funny?" Grace asked.

"Yeah, y'know, like, 'well this was fun, see you in nine months to pick up the antichrist' or whatever."

The other succubi nodded thoughtfully.

"Yeah, classic bit."

"Funny every time."

"…Uh huh. Listen, are we going to go back to fucking soon? Because I still have the whole demon crest thing going and it's making it kinda hard to do good braids. Sorry Helneth."

"Oh it's fine! I can just change how my hair looks with magic, it's whatever." Helneth said.

"Okay, Drennixi you take over braiding Vylona's hair!" Azaerixia ordered, placing her hands on Grace's hips. "Helneth, lie down so I can teach Grace how to properly ride cock."

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WELP guess who figured out a key part of Sticks’s backstory!! it’s me!! so here it is, the worst day of Sticks’s life, aka. the reason why everyone hates Aphelion aka. Sustain

The deep magenta of sunset spilled into whirling sand, a haze of light and particulate roughly the color of fresh energon. Sticks stared for a moment out the entrance of the cave, never one to miss the sun set. Their servos were wrapped around a dish of insect resin. Turns out ground insect exoskeletons and a bit of water turned into a paste that was ideal for filling cracked parts, creating splints, and even reconstructing plating if you got the mixture right. They sighed, tearing their optics away from the color to walk further back into the cave. Salvo shifted upwards as they passed, giving them a knowing nod before returning his gaze to the outside again, ever vigilant.

The Choir was quiet today. Sticks passed a lounging Burner, her gaze firmly on the ceiling, expression devoid of the usual smirk, only moving her optic to watch Sticks’s march inward. Bowline was recharging for the first time in weeks. She sat outside the entrance to the sickroom, humongous optic at last closed. Sticks smiled slightly at that, she deserved rest. Inside the room was rather spacious. Poultices, scavenged parts, and their energon supply lined the walls. A small window covered in netting looked out onto the desolate sandstorm. The shadows stretched long to complement the pinkish light that glinted ever-so-slightly on the still, solitary frame in the middle of the room. 

Sticks walked to them and knelt down. Aphelion was close to twice their size, their normal golden orange hue now much paler, almost purple in the light of the setting sun. Sticks took the bot’s servo in their own. Their wounds weren’t healing well. Cracks traveled up their chassis from an impact wound near their shoulder. Sticks had managed to reattach the limb but it seemed the structural damage was too much for Aphelion’s frame. They tapped a skeletal finger on the other’s servo, delicately so as to wake them up gently.

Aphelion didn’t respond. Their optics were closed. “Aphelion, I’m here,” Sticks murmured, “Wake up.”

Nothing. 

Sticks felt fear drip into their frame, “Aphelion...” They brought their servo to the bot’s face, gently, sweetly, “I’m here, wake up.”

Fear turned into panic, their optics flashed as they leaned down to put an audial near Aphelion’s chassis. Nothing, no sound of a spark.

Sticks shot upright, optics wide, sparking at the edges, “N-no-” panic caught their voice. They could barely think. Not them. Please not them. 

They ran to the walls, nearly tripping over themself, searching desperately, flinging Spade’s scrapped projects this way and that. Something must work. This cannot happen. They paused, panting. Their optics locked onto a pair of cables piled neatly in a corner, each ending in a clamp. Unlikely to work... Might kill you in the process... Dangerous. Dangerous. Dangerous... In theory it may be possible... The conversation echoed in their head. They grabbed the cables and rushed over to Aphelion’s frame. 

They’d thought about it before when they’d seen Spade restart a rudimentary combustion engine they’d managed to build. It was the reason they’d made the cables to begin with. Aphelion had called it jumpstarting, they’d seen it done with vehicles Earth. You use one working engine to start another. The engine had only needed a bit of a push to get going, why then shouldn’t a spark work the same way... In theory.

Whatever happened. They would not live in a world without Aphelion.

Sticks’s servos shook as they opened first Aphelion’s chassis and then their own, placing the clamps on either side of the spark chamber similar to how Aphelion described it. As they affixed the last clamp, a sharp wave of lethargy hit them. Their optics sparked. They fell over onto Aphelion’s frame, shuddering violently. The lethargy turned into dull pain, then stabbing pain. Their breath came in short, whimpering bursts as they felt their spark start to destabilize. Numbness creeped up their legs. They tried to regret it. It hurt. With death staring them in the face they lost their courage. All they could do was watch Aphelion’s face. If this was their last view, then so be it.

Very suddenly the pain began to subside. Sticks froze as amber optics flickered back to life, dimly at first, then gaining strength. Sticks took a deep, shuddering breath, “A-Aphelion?” Static blanketed their voice as they pushed themself up on a weak elbow. 

Aphelion’s piercing optics turned to Sticks, “What did you do.” Their voice was weak but ice cold.

Sticks pushed themself up a little further, confused at Aphelion’s glare, “oh-okay, we’re fine. I did it.” They vented heavily, their emotions dulled by the buzzing in their chassis, the overwhelming sensation of dread, like standing on a thin wire over a white-hot smelting pit.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?” Aphelion screamed, panic in their optics as they flung themself over onto their other side with more strength than a nearly-dead bot should have. They followed the cable lines to Sticks, looked directly into their optics with a furious glare.

Sticks fell backwards, optics wide, mouth agape in pitiful, exhausted shock, “I... I brought you back.”

They didn’t understand, Aphelion was... they were angry.

Aphelion staggered to their pedes, their entire frame shaking in a noxious mixture of rage, panic, and sickness. They took a single uncoordinated step, bending over to regain their balance. When they looked back to Sticks, every ounce of the kindness they always seemed to keep within them was obliterated- substituted for blinding hatred. The cable was near its length.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Aphelion pushed off towards the window. One of the clamps on Sticks’s side slid off. There was a loud CRACK as the counter-surge tore through Sticks’s frame. Sticks watched, almost detachedly, as Bowline ran through the door to the sound of their scream. They felt their frame hit the floor. Their audials rang. Something inside them seemed to pop as their own hot energon leaked from their limbs. The last thing they saw before their vision crackled to black was the brilliant green and gold of Aphelion’s fluttering wings as they jumped through the window, carrying its mesh with them into the sandstorm.

...

The next time Sticks opened their optics, the room was bathed in blue light. They were where they were before. The room was cleaned up slightly, their helm propped up on a large piece of tarp. The only other bot in the room was Bowline, whose shadow stretched across them as she watched the two moons battle for glory of the evening sky.