>>5221639The barn is hellishly hot by the time you are done, each of your new vassals drenches in sweat and… Other fluids. Their clothes are scattered, torn. Scratches and bites cover many of them, marks of Irinnile’s wildness—marks of their Mistress’ dominion. Some look at you in wonderment; others cannot bear to, for the shame of what they have done. None held anything back, though—not once the frenzy took them.
Your lifeforce is swollen, your soulbound succubus full with lust-tainted magical energies like some great spiritual leech glutted almost to bursting… But she does not burst. No, she seems to have GROWN, in might and complexity.
‘I think I even, like… Got smart?’ Irinnile muses. ‘Everything seems clearer… And I think I’m actually NOT hungry or horny for once? Can that, like… Be RIGHT?’
You put that matter aside for a moment, turning to the two horrified, gagged captives who remain bound—the two men too pious to defiant to join in your festival of hedonistic delight. You elan down, removing their gags.
“You’re sure you two boysss don’t want to join in?” you tease.
One of them spits in your face.
“Demon bitch,” snarls the other, before turning on your acolytes. “You’re all DAMNED, do you hear me?! You’ve DOOMED yourselves, and she’s just probably going to kill you all anyway! You can’t trust a demon!”
‘Well,’ Irinnile muses, ‘I SAID I was full… But I could eat.’
And so…
<WANT: 4>
…You allow her to do so.
You leave your burgeoning demon-cult to clean themselves up and dispose of the remains of the two defiant ones—a loyalty test, to ensure they fear you or covet your gifts enough to do the terrible things which you require. You and Irinnile commune as you return to the farmhouse, deducing that with a FEW more pacts like that, you might be able to make her TRULY great.
‘With my own sigil and everything!’
<Greater Demon Completion: 75%>
It’s certainly an avenue to still greater power—one you had considered in the past, but only now made strides towards. Still, even with a powered-up parasite within you, you have had a long journey, and your body was just put through its paces. Weariness lingers at the edges of your excitement, encroaching on your post-coitus buzz.
What do you do?
>Rest up—you’ll need it, for tomorrow’s trek will be similarly long>Snuggle up with Roth for the evening, and talk to him [about what?]>Have Henzler make what chimeric modification to your growing egg that she can [specify if you have anything in mind]>Search Irinnile’s growing consciousness, and the Akashic Record, for information on an occult matter [specify what]>Pay a dream-visit to Edwin—that orgy was excellent, but it left you emotionally wanting>Write-in 