>>5614818>>5614875>>5614902>>5614983>>5615089>>5615336As much as you sometimes wish you could deny it, the success of this mission in Hawksong hinges upon your mother’s demonic lover, the questionably-loyal succubus Irinnile. You’ve bound her by pact, but the desire-demon remains of mixed loyalty, for her other pact-mate (apparently beloved for reasons you don’t fully understand) is her host, Heinrich Yosef… Also called the Green Knight, for his emerald-hued anti-dragon armour, inherited from his father after he slew your mother. Irinnile insistence on preserving and protecting the Green Knight ahs put you at odds at times, even as you are bound tother by your mutual loyalty to the mission which you both inherited from your mother…
A mission of love.
It is a trivial thing for you to get by your guards with strategic use of your <Shadow> spell. You may be no MASTER of Illusion magic—Elementalism has long been your forte—but since you never demonstrated such capacities in your pivotal play-battle with Paladin Prince Alexos, the royals never knew to prepare for it. The guards stationed by your door ‘for your protection’ are utterly oblivious of your passage to the adjoining rooms. One by one, you creep into them, until a few doors down you finally find the room playing hos to Yosef and the demon within him.
Or, rather… Atop him.
Your eyes widen as you shut the door to he room behind you. You have not found a knight possessed, but a knight mounted—by a glowing, green demon-woman. Irinnile, half-translucent, rises and falls above the human male, who clutches at her spectral hips and waist and stares, dead-eyed, into and through her half-visible visage. Only when you clear your throat does the female demon sink into the male human, her sly expression supplanting his pleasure-consumed and pain-wracked face, in fusion of the two.
“Sorry, baby,” Irinnile apologizes without regret, “just keepin’ our boy under, so he don’t pop up when we don’t expect it. A man regularly milked is, like, a guy that’s not gonna’ fuck shit up unexpectedly, ya’ know? It’s how we tame you bad boy types, right?”
You say nothing. You aren’t sure what to say.
