>>5619729You narrow your eyes and turn to face the source of the familiar voice, in an unfamiliar guise: Irinnile, disguised as a tiny green cherub, still cloven-hoofed but now bird-winged and a plump little thing—albeit plump primarily in the chest and rump.
“Is, uh… She with YOU, Mister Dragonborn?” the Princess asks.
You’re a little surprised at how calm Ekaterine is at this but, well, once you spend a while in placid and pleasant conversation with a ‘monster’, perhaps you become less prone to surprise and fright?
“What is it?” you hiss at the succubus, displeased at the demon’s unexpected appearance.
“It’s almost time for wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!”
“Oh…” Ekaterine mumbles, then louder: “Oh! I’m dreaming! Of cours,e this is all—”
To your own surprise, the Princess of Hawksong no sooner realizes she is asleep than she ceases to be, popping out of existence.
“She awoke,” you quicklu piece together.
“Yeah,” irinnile says urgently, “an’ you better get back to your hot bod, Big Boy, or we’re gonna’ get caught out here an’… Well, you don’t want that, aight?”
You nod, and reach out to take the succubus’ little hand. The demoness takes you back the way you came—though it isn’t a route you could map, short though the distance is in real-world terms. You arrive at your body, to find it positioned upon the floor of Yosef’s bedroom, legs crossed, still meditating—or sleeping, maybe? It is surreal, to gaze down upon ‘Long Wang’, the exorcist from the nebulous east, as if he were a separate entity, and yet to know that he is you. You begin to descend, to reunite with your disguised corporeal form—
“Hey!” Irinnile squeaks. “Ain’t you forgettin’ somethin’?”
Ah, right. You turn to find the squashed and reshaped little pixie-demon grinning widely, hands outstretched expectantly, fingers clutching greedily at the empty air. Her nipples, exposed and green, are pointed like cut emeralds. To maintain control of The green Knight—presently sprawled fully-clothed upon his bed—she requires energy. It’s a small price to pay, you suppose, and you have mystical power to spare thank to the soul of the Red Dragon King within you. You step towards her, open your mouth to speak, and immediately find your attempt stymied by the small and curvy body hurtling into you.
