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When the men at Titan-Tech flirt with the new succubus receptionist and the women warn her about their troll-like CEO, Val just smiles. They don’t know that every weekend, the gruff, balding Cedric kneels before her and wears a magic collar that turns him into Candy—a pretty, empty-headed bimbo who lives to fill her holes with cum for her mistress.
Val leans against the breakroom counter, coffee warm in her hands, as Marcus describes in detail what he'd do with a succubus girlfriend. Diane shoots her a look and mutters that Cedric probably has a
Val steps off the elevator Tuesday morning to find Marcus already leaning against the breakroom counter, two coffees in hand, his grin already sharpening. He offers her one—cream, no sugar, the way he
Val watches Cedric cross the bullpen, his shoulders tight, his bald head catching the fluorescent light. He stops at Edgar's desk, picks up the report, and his thumb presses into the red-marked pages
Val pushes open the door to Cedric's office without knocking. He's at his desk, the quarterly report crumpled in his fist, his bald head bowed, and when he looks up his eyes are red-rimmed and raw. Sh
Val's fingers linger on the silver buckle as the collar pulses once, warm against her palm, and she watches Cedric's shoulders round, his chest thickening beneath his dress shirt as the glamour takes