>>5571054“We-ell… I guess I’d have ta’ serve the summoner. You know, rules are rules and all that shit. Nothin’ personal!”
Your mother’s smooth brow furls, and the demon practically trips over herself to clarify:
“But I wouldn’t WANT ta’! And you’d just, like, you know… get me back, right?”
She slides her hands down your mother’s body, to cradle her waist, and nuzzles into her neck, voice a husky whisper.
“You’d never let anyone take your favourite succ away from ya’, would you, Hotstuff?”
“But you ARE a ‘succ’,” your mother presses, impersonal and merciless in her retort. “A succubus is shaped by desire. Bianchi and his books were clear, and the Chaplain clarified it. YOU admitted as much. Whatever your summoner desires… You reflect. Your personality is… SHAPED by your summoner. You want what he or she wants, and become a shadow of it.”
“So you want, like, the perkiest tits and most squeezable ass this side of the hellish Realms?” the demon giggles nervously. “You KNOW I can just give ‘em to ya’, if that’ll, like…”
“End this conversation?” your mother asks, pointedly, though with a small smirk.
The succubus purses her lips not a little, surprised ‘o’, apparently unaware at how transparent her ploy was (even to an unfamiliar observer like yourself), then she just bows her head in defeat and nods sadly.
“I do not want to rely on anyone overmuch,” your mother explains, taking out a compact container of some powdery substances, which she then begins applying daintily and in moderation to her cheeks. “No Edwin… Not the Chaplain… Not even you.”
“That why you didn’t tell Roth where you’re going?”
Your mother pauses, eyebrow twitching in irritation.
“You know he will not speak with me since—”
“Since we jumped his bones and rode those double dragon dicks to a bit creamy finale?”
“—since he provided us the necessary material for our grand experiment.”
“Ooey, gooey, thiiick material!” the succubus gushes, drooling a little. “And dragon mana! You know that little wannabestill ahs some dragon-juice in him, real deep?”
“Yes,” your mother acknowledges. “I’d hoped so. That was why I allowed that mating. To secure my legacy, in case of…”
There is a long pause, as Irinnile the Succubus grows increasingly uneasy with your mother’s seriousness.
“Look, what’s going ON? Why are you being all… Strong, independent female who don’t need no demon or whatever the fuck, all uvva’ sudden?!” she finally cries out. “Don’t want any help, talkin’ about losin’ me, makin’ a big deal outta’ seeing Eddie and Paulie, and now talkin’ like… Like you ain’t coming back, or I’m not! What’s the big fuckin’ IDEA, babe?!”
Your mother snaps her compact shut, and turns to face Irinnile…
And suddenly, she is face-to-face with you, not speaking to the demon but to YOU.
