Stein's smart, but not in the common sense sort of way. It's not until he's lying on the bed, apron thrown to the side next to my underwear, with me unbuttoning his shirt that he realizes what I want with an "Ohh."
At least he's cute.
"So. Uhh..." He runs a hand over a purple bruise on my shoulder as I undo the last button on his dress shirt. "Rough day?"
"Mmhm." I say, unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his member, already half-erect.
"So-o... The evil overlord that you promise to take down didn't satisfy you?" He pushes himself up, leaning against the headboard. One of his hands run through my hair and he sighs.
"We didn't even do anything." That went my way, at least. My tongue flicks over his tip as my hands pump the rest of him, enough to make him groan. "Don't worry. Everything is going okay so far..."
Though I'm not sure how I'll be able to survive when my temporary boss is an incubus, part of a family defined by sado/masochism. I sit up, pulling my nightgown up and scootch up to him, pressing his cock against my slit.
He takes a firm grip on my hips and pushing me down, filling me up and making me moan through clenched teeth.
"I-I just wonder what you're trying to accomplish, is all." I start grinding slowly, hands on his chest for support.
"I realize that... Nn... This is at the early stages, b-but still, IAH!" He clenches the blankets and shuts his eyes.
"J-just like that, please." I grind my hips against him, and he gasps again. "Yes. Perfect, thank you. But..." He rubs his chin in fake concentration. "Get off. Lie down on your back."
"Hm?" I murmur, and he sighs, picks me up, and lies me down himself.
He rolls on top of me, his face barely an inch away from mine. "I prefer to top." He whispers, knees pulling my legs apart and thrusting inside of me. He goes slow, grinding against me and nibbling on my neck while his hands squeeze my chest, thumbs gently rolling over my nipples. My arms wrap around his back and reach under his shirt as I moan and gasp gently, nails digging into his skin.
"You poor thing." He croons after a while, one hand moving down and a finger pressing against my clit. A shock runs through my spine and I claw him a bit more than intended.
"Has anyone ever been this gentle?" I have no idea what he's talking about until I look over my own body. Bruises, scrapes and scratches all over me, plus bite marks all over my shoulder and neck. I guess the evil overlord was talking about the lack of damage to his vial, not me. Oh, well, smooth skin equals lack of warriorness, that's what I think.
My thoughts are interrupted by my climax, and I drag my nails along his back. He presses his lips to mine and empties himself inside of me, a muffled groan escaping his throat. He pulls out and away from me, lying down. I curl up next to him, face buried in his chest.
"I have to go back and work eventually, you know..." I yawn and wrap my arms around him, already half-asleep. "...I guess I could stay a little while longer..."
And so we sleep, arms tight around each other.
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I don't have much armor. Some cuffs that strap on with belts and a small, dented silver vest that's meant for boys. The nicest thing I own in defensive items is a pair of silver boots that come up to my knees, with gold accents through the design. They're lightweight and barely make a sound, plus they're really pretty.
Still, Lord Alexander sighs when he sees me, shaking his head. "Pathetic. This is really all you've got?"
I nod and strap the last belt on my cuffs and stand up from my bed. "I suppose it'll have to do." He says, turning and starting out of the room.
I follow him outside, splashing through puddles and our shoes clicking against the cobblestone. The few people that are mulling around outside stop and stare at my imposing comrade. After a few moments of that, they dash inside, scared. Eventually we reach the edge of town, and framed with dead and dying trees and the gray sky is a church, white walls stained with dirt and grime. The bell tower, which probably once stood tall and proud, has fallen off and to the side, the bell inside it rusting. The grass has died and decayed into brown and mud. In short, it looks really depressing.
"For your next assignment..." Lord Alexander says, and I hope it has something to do with him, me, some handcuffs, and an empty room in the church.
"There's a poor priest who decided he wanted to fix up the church." I have hope! Maybe there's going to be double-teaming?
"He was possessed by a succubus that inhabits this place... I need you to save him. It will be good publicity." Dammit.
"The rules are this: You can't kill him, and you can't kill the succubus. You are not to kill anything in there."
I nod and grip the handle of my sword, safely in its sheath. Feeling a bit bold, I ask, "So... Do I get a reward?"
He smirks and raises an eyebrow. "Oh, I am sure I'll think of something... I'll wait here." He pats me on the back and pushes me forward.
I walk towards the dirty, paint chipped doors, and attempt to pull it open. It won't budge. I tug again. Nothing. Maybe this is a blessing in disguise, I think. Maybe I was never meant to go in there.
"I THINK YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO PUSH IT." Alexander yells. Bullshit, I think, and shove my shoulder against the door. It works, and I topple over and inside.
"Fuck." I murmur, face against the wood floor. I push myself up and close the door behind me, and it goes back with a long, old creak.
If it's possible, the church looked even worse on the inside. Stained-glass windows were broken, pews turned over, the podium in the front smashed and split into millions of little splinters. Little bits of light filtered in from the busted windows, and candles were placed throughout and lit. Succubi like mood lighting, I guess.
And then there was the bookcase. It was the only thing undestroyed among the rubble, and books stayed on their shelves. I walked over to it, wondering about the selection. Terrible idea. It was all out of order.
At first, I tried to walk away. But it begged to be helped. "Ellis!" I heard it call. "We're not next to our friends! We're so confuuuused."
A sucker for these poor books, I turned right back around and set to work. Alphabetized, put in numerical order, and the rest went by color. A beautiful job, if I daresaid so myself. I began to walk away ready to explore t he rest of the place, when something caught my eye.
My shadow was all wrong. In the flickering candlelight, there was no shadow of a tiny girl built like a ruler, but a tall, hour-glassed shaped woman with a long tail that flicked in the light. It seemed to stare at me for a second before giggling and appearing onto the wall, flickering and tilting its head. Suddenly, it reached out and tried to grab at me, an arm of pure night trying to claw my face off. In seconds my sword was out and I slashed, a wet shunk sounding as the blade hit the monster's arm. It shrieked, recoiled, and disappeared into the rest of the shadows.
That wasn't killing anything. It was maiming. There was a difference.
My fingers twitched on the sword's handle. There was a priest in here, and he needed a-rescuing. And I'm pretty sure the thing whose arm I almost chopped off was a succubus. And I---
"What do we have here?" A low voice says. As soon as I turn around, the latest monster shoved me into a wall, hands clawing into my arms. Well, I found our priest.
"Uh. Hi. I'm Ellis, and you're being possessed. Here to help." I say, feebly trying to wave my sword around.
He grins, showing off a set of sharp teeth that probably weren't that sharp before the succubus came in. He's tall and lanky, showing off a lot of strength for a guy I could probably bench press. Disheveled, straw-blond hair tops his head, bangs brushing a pair of round-framed glasses, glare hiding his eyes. He's dressed in usual priest garb, black robe and black pants and black shoes, only other color the white spot on his collar.
"Father Jacobi. Now, I don't know whether you've figured it out yet, but I'm past the point of wanting to be helped."He says, chuckling.
"It is boring, though. Just the same girl, almost all the time. It's nice to get a few stragglers here on a dare... Especially when they're fighters."
Something picks at my sword-holding hand, and I look down. The shadow succubus thing has popped her hands out from the wall again, and is trying to pluck my fingers back. I struggle, twisting my hand and tightening my grip, but she grabs my arm and a shock comes through her hand and into my body. I yelp and twitch, and she quickly pulls my fingers back and lets it fall to the ground, a loud clank as it clatters on the floor.
"Hey!" I snap, glaring at the shadow. "That's a family heirloom, you know!" He laughs, and the succubus's shadowy arm pins mine down as he moves his hand up and grips my neck.
"Trying to redirect your distress or something?" He tsks and shakes his head, and I can finally see his eyes, a bright and unnatural red. "It doesn't work. Trust me."
He looks down and glares at the shadow, and I look with him. Again, terrible idea. Some sort of inky blackness has swallowed my hand and is climbing up my arm, it's going to get to my head and kill me fast...
He takes his hand off of my neck and drives his nails into the darkness that's becoming my arm. The silhouette and I both yelp, and she draws back, taking her shadows with her.
"Look, I know damn well what you're trying to do." He growls. "And I am not allowing it. You had your chance, it's my turn right now, and I'm not going to give you charity and let you brainwash her before I play around a bit."
He presses himself closer to me, and I can already feel his erection. "Now, be a good mistress a hold her down." She seems to glare at him for a second, and she flits up, and I can almost feel her behind me. Her hands hold onto mine tightly, and they don't feel like hands. They feel like millions of little needles dragging across my skin.
"Thank you." He says begrudgingly. Warm, calloused hands hike up my skirt and rub against my thighs, a finger hooking on my underwear and pulling it down slowly, almost uncertain.
"Look." I try to clench my hands into fists, but it just makes the invisible needles stab me. "You don't want to do this. You're better than this." My underwear slides down to my knees, helter skelter on my legs. I bite my lip. "You're a man of god, for that matter."
He just laughs.
"Oh, I've been like this for a while now..." He says, getting on his knees. "I think God gave up on me a while back."
The shadowy succubus giggles, squeezing my hands and making me cry out. His hand pushes my skirt up, his other hand's fingers running along my slit.
"Don't." I say out, my breath coming out ragged, shuddery. In response to that, he pushes a finger inside of me, twisting it around and thrusting it through.
"You're already wet..." I grit my teeth, refusing to reply. " He looks up at me. "What? Do you get off on little scenes like this?" He pulls out his finger, smirking. "Not that I can blame you. You look so cute, all defiant and helpless like that..."
That's it. I dug my foot into the floor, brought my knee up to his chin, and my foot straight to his stomach. It was enough to send him on his back, sprawling and coughing. Within seconds I'm facedown on the floor again, the succubus pinning my wrists.
"I swear, Jake..." She says, wrapping an arm around my neck and another around my torso. "You take too much time. Why isn't this girl a lesser succubus already?" She pulls me up onto my knees with a grunt and almost chokes me. "You are cute, aren't you?" she purrs.
"I'm not a puppy." I growl, squirming.
The little I can see of her face is heart shaped, pale and ghostly, bright red eyes matching her possessed partner in crime. She giggles, her tail wrapping around one leg and the arm, pulling my legs apart with enough force to rip my panties in two. That was a nice pair, too.
Jacobi rubs his chin, wincing, and sits up. "I just like to be prepared, you bitch." He growls, crawling over to me and her. I squirm and thrash a bit more, trying to hit her, but shadows from that fucking bookcase turn into a snake shape, crawling over to us and wrapping around my wrists and holding them back.
He sits up on his knees and slips his fingers inside, twisting them up and making me quietly moan. "Knew you'd enjoy this." He murmurs, pulling his fingers out and fumbling with his pants.
"Any closer and I'll scream." I snap as he pulls his pulsing member out.
Both of them chuckle, and he presses his cock against my hole. I open my mouth to yell for someone, anyone, and he clamps his own hand over it.
"There. Now stop struggling." He pushes the tip inside of me, a yelp muffled in my throat. "It's pretty hopeless, anyway..."
He seems almost sad when he says that. Any sympathy I had for him is gone as soon as he thrusts himself inside of me, a low groan coming from him.
"Heheh... Pretty tight... Not a virgin, but still pretty good." He thrusts in again, taking his hand off my mouth.
"F-fuck you..." I gasp, squirming a bit, but it only tightens the knot in my stomach. His hands move to my hips and he starts slamming into me, grip tightening every time he hits deep inside. It doesn't take long for his breath to turn into ragged gasps.
"You're a little fast today, Jakey. She really turning you on?" The succubus teases, the arm around my neck loosening and her hand diving to my clit, pressing and pinching it. I moan, pleasure building up in me.
"It's not so bad, is it?" She croons, nibbling gently on my ear.
He forces his lips to mine and his tongue into my mouth, emptying himself inside of me. A few more rubs and I come, much as I hate to admit it, back arching into the body behind me. He pulls his mouth from mine and I can barely see him, everything blurring together.
Oh. My eyes are getting watery. He stares at me for a few seconds, and in the demonic eyes there's just the slightest twinge of human that's still in there. He pulls up one of his sleeves and wipes my eyes before quickly pulling back, noticing his possesser is glaring at him.
"It'll get better." He says, pulling out from me and pulling his pants back up. The succubus growls at him and stands up, tossing my limp body to the side.
"You'll never be a good incubus if you keep acting like that." She says, glaring at him. She's thin, voluptuous and pale, white hair brushing past here shoulders. She's wearing heels and some weird corset, bright red with holes cut out of it that look like hearts. There's not even a scar from where I tried to hack her arm off.
He stands up, snaps right back at her, and the argument begins. I sit up and grab my sword, ready to stab her, him, maybe both of them. Then in the flickering shadows, I notice something yet again. Extending from the woman's shadow is a rope - no, a chain - that reaches up and ends at his neck, just where the collar of his robe is. I look up and that chain isn't there in the vaguely normal part of the world. So, I do the logical thing: I stand up, run between the two, and bring my sword down on the middle of the chain of shadow. Immediately the link breaks, dissolving into aether.
Father Jacobi stumbles back. The next few moments were a blur. I grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the exit, the succubus shrieks in agony and writhes, turning back into a shadowy beast and chasing us.
I get to the door and try to push it open with my shoulder and suddenly think No, this is the side where I fucking pull, I pull, and run out with a very confused priest in tow. Just as we haul out of there, I hear a heavy thump behind me. I turn around, and there's a succubus pinned to the floor behind me by some invisible force.
"Well... I'm not going to ask you how you accomplished this."
I look next to my right and Alexander is next to me.
"How..." I start to ask, but he interrupts me with "Don't. I don't want to know. Just... Thank you for bringing my sister back." What.
I glance over to the struggling woman, and with a flick of his wrist, Alexander forces her to stand up. "Her name is Lina, she's under my care, and..." He grabs her wrist and pulls her closer, glaring holes into her. "And if she runs away again, dire will not describe the consequences. Do I make myself clear?"
She winces and nods, practically quivering.
"Good." He glances back to me. "There's a rather hefty bag of gold on your inn bed. Now if you excuse me..." He drags his sister with him to heaven knows where, and the priest who I almost forgot was there tugs on my hand.
"I..." He swallows hard, shaking. His eyes are back to normal, a simple gray-blue instead of the monstrous red now. "I don't... I don't know what to say."
Crap. Far enough gone to do whatever Miss Lina says, but not far enough to not remember what he's done. I sigh and start walking, dragging him with me.
"Don't." I say, squeezing his hand so he'll move a little faster. "I can't say I don't dislike you, but there are reasons why I shouldn't dislike you."
He stays quiet, eyes downcast. "Look, I'm staying at this Inn, the owner's kinda keen on me, and I've got money. I'll pay for a few nights for you to stay so you can gather your thoughts."
I really hope there's a lot of money, he's going to be contemplating his life for a while.
"I... Uh." He stops in his tracks, almost making me topple over from the sudden jerk. "G-... God bless you, Miss Ellis."
I smile and tug his hand again. "Mmhm. Come on, it's probably past midnight and I need to rest my legs." He follows, probably needing the rest himself.
"... So, safe to assume you had one of those vow of celibacy things?"
"Y-yes..."
"HA! Good luck with that now, pal."
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