>>5708451A few short miles away from the palace, but still well within the wealthy and well-established areas of town, a young couple is moving into their wedding home. Well, at least, that is how Irinnile the Succubus chooses to frame it. In actuality, the Greater Demon of Lust is walking the half-asleep Sir Heinrich Yosef—soon LORD Heinrich Yosef—into the home of his great uncle, Lord Isaac Yosef.
“Woo, would ya’ look at this place, Ricky?” the succubus whispers to the demon-doped, delirious vestiges of Heinrich’s consciousness, inside the demon-warped body their presently share. “Better than that dump where me an’ Lisspy found ya’ and your daddy all those years ago, amirite? Jeez, your side of the family really got fucked out of the best part a’ the inheritance, eh?”
Irinnile allows herself the luxury of a girlish twirl and a giggle, despite how incongruous it is with the rugged, handsome features of her beloved’s body, which she puppets about.
“Well don’t you worry: we killed that old coot! Now all this is YOURS! See, I told ya’ I only had your best interests at heart! From wandering knight with only a bunch of weird incel losers for friends to famous Lord Knight, with his own goddamn PARTY PALACE!”
Irinnile gets no response, of course. She expected none—unfortunately, allowing her Ricky-poo to really awaken enough to chat with is still a risky play. His bog, strong, manly will—one of the things she loves about him, of course—means that she ahs to keep his consciousness suppressed or risk a war for their body. Even if he only wins for a moment, her boytoy is still the sort of sourpuss to do something silly and blow their whole demon-lizard conspiracy wide open—or at least cause Irinnile and her partners-in-crime a whole lot of unnecessary hassle. Hells Below, he might even HURT himself!
“Just lookin’ out for ya’,” Irinnile murmurs aloud, in her beloved’s voice. “Honest, babe.”
