>>5619897You do no such thing, though. Instead, you reach up to your forehead and grasp your diadem—still solid, even as (most) of your body wavers in and out of consistent form. Your mother’s Diadem of Clarity, which grounds and steadies the mind, protecting against outside influence and clearing your perceptions… THIS is your salvation! You cling to it with white-knuckled grip, and somewhere out in the hazy, amorphous fog of the unconscious realm around you, a sapphire light gleams—the match to the diadem’s gemstone!
With a sudden surge of spiritual strength, you bring your knees to your chest—catching Irinnile in the head and shoulders and sending her spiralling through the air. Trying to ignore how much this experience feels like being underwater, you push off against the succubus—cursing and swearing now—and ‘swim’ towards that beacon of bleu light. Eventually, ‘Long Wang’ appears in your vision again. Your physical body, like your astral projection, has raised his hands to grip the diadem upon his brow. With Irinnile hot on your heals—pleading, promising, offering whatever you want and more—you put on one last burst of speed and hurtle into your body.
You awake with a start. Your body is trembling. Your arousal is gone, a queasiness taking its place which causes you to retch. You are stiff in leg and arm, as you are no longer stiff in groin, and your effort to stand and find somewhere to throw up is in vain. You tumble to the floor, laying tehre for a moment as you steady yourself.
It was NOT a restful sleep.
You prop yourself up on your elbows and look to the bed. There, Heinrich Ysoef—onetime Green Knight—jerks and spasms upon the bed as if undergoing a seizure. He cries out in silent agony or outrage (or both), and these twisted feelings only seem to amplify when he fixes his gaze upon you. He shrieks a silent accusation, before his face and body go as rigid as a mortis-stricken corpse… Then limp and languid, as a pouting expression appears upon his face.
“You’re no fun at all, baby,” Irinnile-as-Yosef complains. “All work, no play, DULL boy, ya’ know?”
“Do you have the power you need to control the Green Knight?” you ask.
“…Yeeeaaaah,” Irinnile sighs, eventually. “You know, if you just gave me what I wanted, I’d have the power ta’ keep Ricky all locke dup neat ‘n tidy AN’ do all kinds of other stuff for ya’…”
As the demon-possessed-knight speaks, they lean back in a stretch that pushes forwards Yosef’s nonexistent ‘assets’ .Where a dimorphic human female (or demonic mimic of such) might manage to look enticing in such a pose, the Last Heir of the Yosefs looks laughable… But you’re in no mood to laugh.
