El súcubo posee a Veela

Daphne had already demonstrated to Fleur that she was the superior being, but now it was time to secure her control over the Veela's room once and for all. She was using Fleur's private quarters in Beauxbatons' carriage to do so. It might have been technically Fleur's room, but now it belonged to Daphne, just like Fleur herself. The succubus was sleeping on her back in Fleur's bed, with the Veela's head between her legs. In case Fleur had any idea of trying to get away and give a futile struggle for dominance, Daphne's legs were crossed behind her head to ensure she stayed right where she belonged. Fleur seemed to be adapting quite well to things. She hadn't complained at all when Daphne claimed the room as hers, and had bent over and put her head between the succubus's legs with good willingness. Fleur hadn't shown any inclination to pull her head out of her legs, and was licking her intensely and quite well. The Veela knew how to use that tongue, and used that knowledge and skill to make Daphne feel good. Her tongue traced the lips of her pussy before sliding inside and moving around, and after a while she had withdrawn to pay special attention to Daphne's clitoris. It brought Daphne immense physical satisfaction, but didn't allow herself to give in to that satisfaction yet. There was something more Fleur had to do before that could happen. She needed to show Daphne that she understood and accepted her new destiny in life, and would demonstrate that understanding with words rather than actions. —Your future will be very pleasant, my pet—said Daphne softly—. Once you surrender, once you accept your new role and give yourself to me voluntarily, your life will be much better than it could have been without me. —She stroked Fleur's head, passing the hands by the blonde hair almost impossibly smooth of the quarter-veela. While the initial confrontation had been all about aggression and establishing dominance, now was the time for Daphne to educate her new pet on how much easier life would be once she lost any thought of resistance and surrendered to her new reality. —You can wear a beautiful collar that will fit perfectly in your delicate throat— continued Daphne—. They'll take care of you and pamper you like the precious pet you are, because that's what you are now. You're my precious veela pet, and once you show me you understand, you'll never have to worry about anything again. I'll take care of you for the rest of your life, but only after you show me you understand. In contrast to Daphne's soft caresses and pleasant words, her succubus Booty was whipping Fleur's veela with hardness. The veela's ass was certainly charming, no doubt, and later Daphne would spend happy hours treating it delicately. But at that moment sacrifices had to be made, and she would continue whipping the perfect ass with her Booty until Fleur stopped her. There was only one way for Fleur to stop her, and she knew what it was. Once Fleur signaled her submission and said the magic words to Daphne, the whippings would stop and the veela would become her precious pet. All Fleur had to do was stop licking his pussy long enough to address Daphne as My Lady, and everything would be over. —All pain will disappear as soon as you let me know who I am to you— she said—. I'll make it all better once you're mine, but until then I must sit and observe. —She spoke as if she and her Booty were separate beings, as if Daphne didn't want this to happen but was unable to stop what was happening. It was a blatant lie, but the important thing was that Fleur thought of her as her protectora. She wanted the veil to remember not the pain that her Booty brought her, but how her generous mistress had calmed and comforted her once the pain had ceased. It could be a hard mistress if necessary, but she had already shown her pet her aggressive and dominant side. That's how they had ended up in this position. To keep her, she needed to show her pet the benefits of accepting this new state of things. Fleur continued licking her and the Booty paradoxically whipping her ass while Daphne's soft voice assured her that she was precious and would be taken care of. There wouldn't be a break or any alteration of this course until Fleur expressed her submission. And finally, Fleur stopped licking Daphne and looked up at her from between her legs. Her chin was wet from her work, and her blue eyes sparkled with a look that Daphne had never seen in her eyes before. She smiled, knowing what she would hear from Fleur before her pet veil opened her mouth. I'm yours, my wife. The Booty stopped whipping Fleur and left her ass completely. There was no longer any need for punishment, because her pet had surrendered to her. Now the succubus could give her pet all the love and affection she could ask for. —Good girl —she said, caressing Fleur's head with kindness. Fleur sighed and then put her mouth back on Daphne's pussy and went back to licking her mistress.