Chapter 120 – Satisfied
Princess Mariun bit her lip. She didn’t retreat, or move away. “So, that is why I’ve been getting aroused ever since you entered the room?”
I chuckled as I stepped forward enough to place my hand upon her hip, and wrapping my wings around her. “A passive skill, [Improved Pheromones]. Makes men and women who are close by regard me… favorably. I have a few other skills that may interest you, as well.”
“L-like what?”
I could tell by [Sense Motive] that she was fishing for information about me. Not just my abilities, but the kind of person I was. Was I a predator, or something else? I whispered in her ear. “A [Kiss of Corruption] can sap your resistance. [Touch of Depravity] can inflame your lust. [Strength of Lust] will boost your Strength, but boost your libido as well. [Demonic Ardor] will increase your Constitution, and remove all inhibitions. [Taboo Touch] can open you to whole new worlds of sensation.”
I moved back to look her in the eye, as I activated [Desire Reflection]. She gasped, her eyes going wide, as her fingers found my shoulders, trying to hold me in place so that she could see me better. I took the opportunity to put my hands on her hips, pulling her closer. The only issue with the skill was that the glamour did not show me the image it conveyed, since the glamour’s image was unique to each person that viewed it. “[Desire Reflection] makes me look and sound like the partner you most desire in your heart of hearts, each person seeing their own most longed for lover.”
“N-no. That can’t be. I would never!”
“Shh,” I whispered, before sealing her lips with a kiss. “The skill does not care about things like right and wrong, or social conventions. And I cannot even know what you see, unless you tell me. So, you can just enjoy knowing that it isn’t real. Or, perhaps, you would like to learn what my [Carnal Arts] can show you? If you let me take you to bed, Princess, then I can pick one of my skills to give you for twenty-four hours, and you can give one to me, thanks to [Bed of Skills]. But, because I am a generous lover, I can enhance an attribute of yours, using [Blessed Bed] to grant a Sacred bonus, and [Profane Bed] to offer a profane bonus. Both will last for a week.”
“How is that possible?”
I leaned forward, my breath hot against her ear. “Because I am a Greater Angelic Succubus who has risen to Tier 2 with the Courtesan profession. And I know that you are only going along with this because you want to test me, and learn about me. But you should know that the only active skill I’ve used so far is my [Desire Reflection], I can’t help the passives, like [Seduction] already making you want this.” Then, I used [Shapeshifting] to make my tongue forked and serpentine, extending it to tickle her ear. “And just think of what a shapeshifter can do to pleasure each and every inch of you, inside and out.”
The Princess forced herself to speak calmly, even though I knew I was getting to her. My Charisma dwarfed hers, after all. “You’ve only shared a fraction of your skills, which you didn’t have to do. And it is known that you are a Mind Sorceress. Why go to all this trouble, when you could have controlled me?”
“For one, my dear princess, I am not so arrogant as to believe you do not have protections in place for that, or at least countermeasures set to activate if someone tries something like that with you. Especially since we are in your private chambers, where you can control the environment even more completely than the rest of the castle. As you said, I am known to be a Mind Sorceress, and you are known to be incredibly clever. Only an idiot would presume you did not have a plan, if I stepped out of line.
“And secondly, while I am clearly not above doing some dastardly deeds, since I have the same Black Widow title as you do, I like to have some purpose or reason for them. You have done me no wrong, and I believe that my position is more stable with you as an ally than an enemy. And attempting to control or coerce you would make you an enemy. Which is why I have done nothing, so far, besides a minor illusion and perhaps getting a little closer than you are comfortable with. Nothing that cannot be put aside, if you wish this to end.”
I paused as one hand moved to cup her ass through her leather pants. “Of course, if you want to experience everything I can give you, then I am more than willing. But it will be your choice, Princess. And since I could entertain you as a woman, a man, both, or neither, there is always the option that you might end up with a child. Who, because of my various abilities, will be born with a Tier 2 race, stronger attributes than normal at baseline, and then gaining an extra boost to all their attributes each level. They may even gain some of my titles. What woman doesn’t dream about having such a powerful child?”
The princess gulped, but her expression was not one of fear. It was the look of someone who knew that they were out of their depth, but was teetering on the edge of turning back to shore, or seeing how wild the ride could get. But she wasn’t ready to just let go, yet. “You know, there was some talk about seeing whether you might allow my brother to sire an heir through you. That would be a powerful force for the kingdom.”
“And would help bind me to the throne, yes,” I smiled, my chest pressing against hers, my lips all but touching hers. “But, at the very least, that would have to wait until I lay the egg already growing inside me. Preferably until after it hatches, and I have my heir to the barony.”
“Egg?”
“Mmm. Yes. It seems that, once things took, I got another title after I spoke with Ser Shadescar. Dragonbred. Given everything about me, I expect that my child will be quite spectacular, indeed. Even more interestingly, it seems that any dragon’s breath will heal me now, amongst other things I have going for me.”
“Then the heir of Windwater Barony may be a—”
I sealed her mouth with a kiss, and this time, she melted into it. I guided her to a long couch, and we began to let our hands explore. Before long, our clothes were scattered around the room, and we were intertwined on the fur rug by the fireplace. I sat on her face, and leaned down, past her well-maintained bush, to the sopping folds between her legs. It was clear that the princess was no blushing virgin, and that she had been with women before. Never one like me, obviously, but she knew how to give, and receive, pleasure. I was fairly certain she even had the [Carnal Arts] skill.
We each had a delicious climax, but my stamina was not so easily spent. Even as I began maneuvering for round two, though, I noted happily that Mariun now had a Sacred bonus to her CON equal to my unaugmented CON, and a Profane bonus to her INT equal to my unaugmented INT. And while I gave her [Perceive Soul], she ended up giving me [Wounding Critical], which caused critical hits and sneak attacks to do CON damage. Nice, but I doubted I’d have use for it in the next twenty-four hours.
Mariun was like putty in my hands as I rolled her over to her hands and knees. I turned her head to a mirror, so that she could see what was happening as I transformed into a Hellhound. Not the Dire Hellhound, of course, since I did not wish to break her. And she could definitely see I’d taken the male form, as an exact replica of Rastran’s length, as it had been when he was in Tier 1, grew from my body.
The princess was too shocked to resist. And, once I was inside her, she no longer wanted to. She gave in to the pleasure, the taboo thrill of doing something she never would consider otherwise, and just let it happen as I fucked her to a pair of shuddering climaxes. I didn’t even need to use [Taboo Touch]. But then, when one had over 2700 Charisma, with skills and titles that stacked together to increase how ‘persuasive’ you could be? Well, people tended to get swept up in your flow, and go along with your ideas.
Mariun moaned low and loudly as I knotted her, and then filled her womb with my seed as she came apart around me for the third time in this round. I made sure to use [Blessed Seed], though I did not know whether she was actually in the right window for it to take or not. Maybe she would have pups in the future, or maybe not. It would be interesting to see.
For our third round, I had her on her back, and I transformed into a copy of her, though with the addition of Astruth’s tool. She gasped as I claimed her back door, but my member was already well lubed from our earlier activities, and she ended up accepting it easier than one might have thought. No doubt she acquired the Accommodating title during the second round, her body shifting as the Voice of the World rewarded her for taking things so well.
The princess bit my shoulder as she came, and then came again from her ass. I filled her on the second climax, leaving her half-drunk from pleasure and leaking on the rug. But, even with the increase in CON I gave her, the princess’s stamina was gone. Not unexpected, since she was a Tier 1 human, contending with a Tier 2 sex demoness. When her eyes shut, I knew our fun was over, for now.
It wouldn’t do for her to be found like this, of course, so I took the liberty of moving her to the bed, and tucking her in. Her clothes I folded and placed on a chair, and I left a note on her bedside table. Partly since it was only polite, and partly to ensure that she knew this was not just a dream. Then, I took my guise as Alis Pureheart, dressed myself, and headed out.
Outside the Princess’s chambers, I found a maid, likely one of the Princess’s spies, like the servant who led me here. She bowed, and led me to a nearby chamber where Astruth and Zazriel were sharing stories with two of the Kingsguard in a side chamber nearby. Zazriel looked up as I entered, and smiled. “Ah, Mistress, your dinner with the Princess is done, then?”
“Yes, it was a delightful meal, and speaking with her Highness was a treat. But we should not overstay our welcome. I trust you’ve eaten?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Astruth nodded, as he stood. “The kitchens brought food for us while we waited. Shall we depart?”
“Yes, there is still one more day before the King’s Anniversary, and Wiscard mentioned that Baron Longchaser’s son wished to meet with me, at my earliest convenience. We’ll be having lunch with him at the manor tomorrow.”