>>5619774>>5619778>>5619795>>5619796>>5619803[Seems like a pretty decisive vote, so...]
“W-wait,” you manage to protest, a little angry with how weak and mewling you sound. “We need to wake up, yes? These are not… Ideal circumstances.”
“We’re sooOOOoo close to our bodies, though,” Irinnile says, wiggling her own body enticingly against yours as she begins to massage your nethers with her inborn expertise. “We can spare a minute for a QUICKIE, right?”
You bite back a guttural groan that threatens to rip forth from your throat at the much-needed attention—and the agony which accompanies the ecstasy, for that matter.
“Ooo, your gods are so MEAN to you baby” Irinnile coos, beginning to lower her salivating mouth between yoru legs. “Let Auntie Iri make it all better~”
“N-no,” you growl through gritted teeth.
The pain has reminded you of another complication: the demigod’s essence brewing within you, meant for delivery to a worthy mate to incubate it and give it physical being. What if Irinnile drains it away from you—takes that power, that growing life, for herself? Your mother’s one-time lover is STILL a demon, after all, and demons are never to be fully trusted—even allied ones.
“Is that all you’re worried about?” irinnile asks innocently, as if she didn’t just pluck the concerns from your mind. “I promise, I’ll be gentle—we’ll leave all that baby-gpd-nu inside while I just slurp and suck the ~mana~ right out of you!”
“P-promise?” you gasp. “Like… A pact?”
“Sure, sure, whatever BIG boy wants…”
You lose your composure—and metaphysical consistency—for a moment as Irinnile tongue delivers a sample of this promised pleasure. Your hips buck and thrust, provoking the unclean spirit hovering over you to giggle mischievously.
“You’re pretty easy to play, aincha’?” she asks. “You’re always playin’ so BIG and CONFIDENT, I forget how young and inexperienced ya’ really are…”
You narrow your eyes a little. ‘Easy to play?’ And this succubus… She agreed to this pact so readily. Do demons not dread to bind themselves so readily, so such vague and amorphous contractual terms? The binding of pact-magic is the closest this to a sacred rite which demons abide by, is it not? Something is WRONG here…
You reach your wavering, immaterial hands up towards the aggressive sex-demon, eliciting more laughter and encouraging words:
“Ooo, returnin’ the favour? That’s good, baby, dig right and eat UP!”
