>>5591925“Well,” the Incubus notes, “greatness is relative. I'm free, and master of my domain, while I sense you are bound to… Another? That you’re actually already in a new relationship—what, you abandoned this fellow’s mother so readily, to traipse about with her killer?”
You narrow your eyes. An educated guess, or does this devil somehow KNOW what happened between Yosef and your late creator?
“Does this poor boy KNOW that you love the Green Knight now?” the Incubus asks, almost innocently. “I mean, if a succubus can ever be said to love ANYONE. Your kind ARE so very impressionable and directionless.”
She LOVES Yosef? It’s a big deal, if true… And it makes a certain amount of sense. If this is the case, does Irinnile actually mean to help you, or is this all a trick? You’d thought her a sort of bound slave to her deal, but is she actively trying to preserve her master, and her union with him? Is she even now sevring his ends?
“Baby, come on,” Irinnile says, responding to your silence. “This is, like, an obvious ‘big fuckin villain sewing distrust’ kinda’ bluff, right? Like, you must get this shit all the time, doin’ your Hero of Darkness schtick, right?”
Well, you haven’t ACTUALLY faced many psychologically subversive enemies… But Irinnile IS right that, were you trying to foment schismatic sentiment in an enemy camp, that IS the sort of tack you would take.
“Plus,” Irinnile coos, “we’re so GOOD together. You think I’m just gonna’ give up on givin’ you another ride ‘round the block?”
You feel the succubus’ warmth suffusing you, pouring into your heart and spreading sensuously through your veins and across your skin, embracing your gut and loins and massaging you in an almost tangible fashion. At her urging, you feel your prick and sword-arm twitch as one.
“Let’s fuck this motherfucker way the FUCK up!” she whispers viciously, and you feel the demonic frenzy beginning to take hold of you once more.
It strikes you—deep in the logical sphere of your lizard brain—that Irinnile was not capable of affecting such tangible influence on you before you started feeding her souls, and embracing the violent carnality which the demoness has inspired in you. Suddenly, it feels… Right. Is that normal? It feels so GOOD. Do you care?
