>>5585787“Hey, you ain’t letting losing your shortstack turn you inta’ some, like, weird broody incel or nothin’, right?”
You get the demon to explain this term, ‘incel’, and cringe a little when it is properly defined. You hesitate to answer.
“Oh, baby, come on,” Irinnile admonishes you.
“It’s not… I am not… There are other reasons for it!” you protest. “I have a female I love. It’s just…”
You sigh and, choosing to put your trust in the devil your mother knew best, you tell Irinnile the Succubus of your coupling with the Mother of Dragons, your ‘spiritual pregnancy’ and related difficulties, and of the mission that brought you here.
The demoness laughs, and quite loudly, to your deep embarrassment.
“You kidding me, babycakes?” she asks. “You got knocked up by some ‘goddess’ and now you’re gonna’ fuck that energy-embryo inta’ the PRINCESS of AHWKSONG? THAT’S your strat?”
“And why not?” you ask, a little defensively. “She is a worthy mate for a Dragon King!”
“Ahahah, ah, you're a WHAT?!”
She continues laughing, and you begin to feeling quite sorry you confided in this creature. Irinnile must sense your growing discomfort, though, because she forces herself to stop cackling and instead pulls you back into that place of warmth and comfort again.
“And you REALLY won’t be happy, like, stuffing your jimmy and this weird god-baby in someone else’s coochie?” she asks.
You piece together the slang, and shake your head.
“Neither mother nor child would survive that, I am told. The vessel must be physically and spiritually worthy. The Goddess was clear.”
Irinnile sighs at that, but you sense understanding—even fondness-in her voice as she speaks.
“You really are your mother’s son, ya’ know that, baby?” she asks. “Alright, alright, I’ll help ya’.”
You blink, and tilt your head sightly.
“Well,” she points out, a bit braggadociously. “I AM a lust demon, ya’ know You wanna’ pick up chicks, you came to the right hot aunt! Loos like fucking is back on the menu!”
You can’t help but feel a little gratified at this. Whatever her peculiarities, this Irinnile creature DOES have a deep history with you, and speaking with her feels… Almost natural, comfortable in a way you can’t quite place. You feel, somehow, that you can trust her.
“First things first, though,” she says, “Let’s get Heinrich to your daddy’s den!”
“Right,” you agree.
