A Demon's Promise

Susan shook her head. She was not much good at the finer points of philosophy at the best of times, much less when she had just gone through her first real sexual experience at the hands of a demon no less! She felt scatter-brained, not sure what she should be doing. She felt tired and very drained, and Sav'era seemed to be stronger than ever.

"At last!" The succubus said, spreading her arms wide. "The pleasure that you and I have felt is more than enough! I can feel the damage starting to heal! In just a few days, I will be as good as new!"

"A few days? I thought you would heal right away!"

"The damage was severe," Sav'era admitted. "Besides, I have other things to take care of while I am here. We struck a bargain, after all. Tell me what you know of the man you are fated to marry."

"Y-yes," Susan said. "Of course."

She took a breath and tried to gather her wits, and managed to pull herself together after a few moments. Her pussy and her whole body felt tired and used, a soft afterglow had suffused her, and she was at once feeling both lazily content and yet also confused and aroused. She tried to push it aside, focusing on what she had been asked.

"His name is Sir Drenthor, and he is a knight." Susan said. "That much I know. Not only this, but he is a very highly regarded knight. It is said that one day, he will likely be the leader of one of the Orders that his kingdom is famous for. He may - though it is unlikely - even one day rule as king if disaster should strike the current line. He is renowned and famous, and his many quests are the subjects of stories that are told across the continent."

"I see." Sav'era crossed her arms across her chest. "He seems an ideal mate. Why is it that you do not wishg to couple with him."

"It's not that!" Susan's face flushed red. "I mean, I'm sure he'd be very good in bed... but that's not what I am worried about. I know the stories about him, the legends about him. But I don't know who he is. The person, I mean. He's always going off and doing things, and though he is famous and very wealthy, he's also not at home very much at all. If I married him, I would be locked in some castle, in some land that is not my own. Constantly hearing about my husband's deeds and seeing him only a few times a year. I would be chained up by someone I don't know, someone I would never really know. Used by my family to secure connections and power for the next generation. Sir Drenthor would certainly want an heir, so I would be obligated to pleasure him until I was pregnant and then he would leave again, and I would have to raise the child. If the child was a boy, he would be trained as a knight, and I would soon see him become the same as his father, seeing me only a few times a year and waiting constantly for news of his ****. If the child was a girl, she would eventually have the same fate as me. I would have to raise her knowing that once she was eighteen, she too would be sent away to a land she did not know, to a husband who does not care, and **** to produce an heir just as I was."

"I see." Sav'era said. "That is a grim fate. And yet you do not wish this human knight hurt? He is not a paladin, so I doubt he is protected by their faith. I could easily arrange an accident to befall him."

"No! No accidents! I told you I didn't want anyone to die! Drenthor is a hero! He's saved towns and villages! Fought monsters! I don't want him dead. I just...just don't want to be wed to him is all. Is that too much to ask?"

There were tears in her eyes now.

"My family is telling me that it's my duty, but this is not something I want! I could go off and fight, or die for my kingdom! But asking me to life in such suffering is surely too much! I may be a princess, but I am also a woman, also a human. Don't I have some rights to my own life?"

Sav'era surprised her by reaching out, stroking her hair gently. There was, for once, no sensuality in it. It was not a sexual gesture but one of comfort and warmth. There was surprising closeness in her eyes.

"Of course you do." She said. "Even if many others do not believe it. Hear me now, Susan of Sylant. There will be no more tears. I believe there is a reason that you alone were not shielded from my powers. I believe that I can help you, just as you have helped me. Very well. There shall be no blood, but I swear that he will not touch you nor will you wed him. Now draw yourself up and put on your clothes. Be again the princess you were born to be. There is work to be done."