Enter a Succubus

Zellira took to the air. Her wings, dark and sharp on the edge with a bat-like appearance, propelled her through the misted sky. With her eyes held shut, the cool wind filled her lungs as she soared along through the clear blue air. Free of the clouds that came from last night's shower, it was always an enjoyable experience to relax and bask in the blissful calm left behind after the wrath of a fierce thunderstorm. Birds fluttered their feathery wings about her level, though they kept their distance, fearful of Zillira's presence in their airspace. It's a bloody shame. She glanced down below to the village folk wandering about. Other than the clueless animals of the sky, why was she the sole being up here on this beautiful day? At times it felt she was one of the only few to embrace the gifts graced to her by the hands of fate. Her wings gave her a sense of freedom not many could experience. But there certainly were others with similar abilities to take flight. Items could be imbued to grant aerial mobility, while other species naturally have the old gift of flight. Pixies, Harpies, Demons, Angels, many full-bloods, or even half-bloods have the ability to enjoy the sky in all its freeing glory, but she appears to be the only one who enjoys elevated freedom.

She sighed, still holding a passive-lipped smile, and ceased fluttering her slick purple wings.

The soft crunch of the thatch yielded beneath her boot. She walked atop the edge of house after house, humming softly to herself all the while. Her eyes glanced down, and she shifted the sheet of paper in her hands to better bounce off the fresh rays of light.

'Corn. Beets. Potatoes...'

Her to-do list was completed without her even realizing it. The food she had been entrusted with purchasing was held in the bag that gripped the belt fastened around her waist. Despite having no real reason to linger around much longer, her pace was generally sluggish. Life never failed to be a breeze when it's taken in a positive stride. The sun barely shifted in its joyful position in the ever-expanding sky, really, she could stay on these rooftops until dusk...

But life never ceased to push forward. It would go on whether she was there to follow or not.

'Alright, let's get moving...' She thought to herself right before leaping from her perch. The sound of gravel crushed beneath her weight as she landed onto the ground more aggressively than intended. 'I need time to prepare for yet another boring day at the Academy. At least the big meal mother had planned for tonight was something to look forward to.'

The Academy always proved to be too restricting. It was supposed to prepare people for their adventures under the class they chose. Which, on the surface, sounds grand. Training to experience adventure? Well, that should be an adventure in and of itself, right?

Wrong.

Read this. Write that. Study a species, write about that species. It's always the same thing. Sometimes they'd read about relics. Other times they'd write about weapons. It was all the same rehashed lecture. To add salt onto the extraordinarily boring wound, she chose to opt into the Academy's ''general'' course, essentially meaning she did this to herself. The general course is for those who don't intend to assign themselves to one class. Some may naturally have gifts that don't require a class to begin adventuring. She's a full-blood succubus. As a product of her birth alone, there's no need for her to choose a class, and if she wishes, she can pick one later. But in hindsight, maybe she should've picked a class just to make her life at the Academy an ounce more exciting. Perhaps she could be learning how to cast spells if she chose to go through the mage course; anything would be more exciting than reading, writing, reading, and sometimes writing. Apparently, since she has just recently started her final year, she's been told things will pick up. But she doesn't have high hopes seeing how her past four years were spent.

She continued her route back home on foot if only to flash a bright smile towards anyone who happened to meet her gaze. Not many enjoyed the cold mornings at the start of their week, unfortunate... but she couldn't blame them. Succubi naturally feel much more ''alive'' than most, especially after feeding off of any form of sexual activity. Everyone can't be expected to abide by the same rules of biology as her.

Two unsuspecting buildings passed by her as she continued her walk, and nothing out of the ordinary caught her attention... that is until she happened to spare a glance to her side. Right there, to her left in the alleyway between the buildings, she noticed something that almost instantly erased any trace of a smile from her face.

'No.. no. Look away...'

Zellira shut her eyes and tried to shake away the mental image of what she saw. Her shoulder-length purple hair was used as a makeshift barrier to obstruct the view from her left eye. Those precautions were all for naught. With an agitated and tense dark purple tail, she slowly swept aside her draped hair to behind her ear. There, in the alleyway, laid a homeless teen. A boy, looking to be no older than her, appeared to be ****, with nothing but tattered clothes on his body as he used a rag to attempt to cover himself. By just looking alone, she felt her heartache. Homeless people weren't anything new. Despite the cheery nature she likes to attach to Archwood, the city had its fair share of dark secrets. The homeless community was one of those aspects not dipped in a pleasant light. It always hurt to see others struggle to find their footing. But this was different. This guy looked young; he had to be close to her age. Everything felt more real when she put herself in his complete lack of shoes...

Oh, and his feet... the poor guy had nothing in the form of shoes to wear as protection.

She felt her yellow eyes trimmer and wave with a glassy touch. The more she looked at him, the more she felt the need to do something... anything.

The poor thing looked hungry. It's scary how thin he was...

But mother told her to ignore the townsfolk. Everyone had problems in one way or another, she couldn't stay and worry about every single one of them... but... she could afford to help one out..

Shurley...

Zellira clenched her fists tight. She made up her mind and walked towards the **** teen. Hopefully, he was alive, but knowing what could happen on these streets, she couldn't be sure...

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Arya stared at her party menu. The transparent screen shimmered through the stale air while displaying its contents to the only individual who could visually see it. But Arya continued to eye the screen for an ungodly period of time. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Her eyes danced across the party menu. The whole time her face lacked any visible trace of emotion. Even her mind could only mutter...

'What?'

The screen was empty. Arya's party menu typically appeared with both her and Ilex. She had him added to her party months ago; it always proved helpful to have the ability to check in on him at any moment. Especially seeing that she spends a large portion of her time in a variety of places, having him in her party allowed her to go wherever while also being able to see his stats and, more importantly, health pool. But when she looked at her menu now. What stared back at her was an empty party list. Save for herself, Ilex's presence was nowhere to be seen.

There are only a few ways for someone to be forcefully removed from another's party. The best-case possibility would be a **** of some form. But none of the potential outcomes are anywhere close to pleasant.

Perhaps this was supposed to be the moment where someone would become scared. Arya couldn't feel fear or anything emotion-based, so she simply leaped off the roof and onto the floor without having her face move an inch away from its default passive state.

Snif-Snif

She lowered her head to the ground and took in the subtle scent of the still moistened concrete floor. Everything was familiar... mud... water... the soft stale scent from the stone... a general tangy smell lingered from spill-over due to the trash... then there was Ilex's recognizable scent. Her eyes snapped over to his rag. It still held the imprint of his body from having been resting there for a good few hours. It was warm...

Snif

Smelled just like him... still fresh, recent...

But...

Snif-Snif-Snif-Snif-Snif

..There was someone else. Someone new... someone...

She followed the trail, her nose having been trained to detect the slightest shift of general normalcy, had no problem tailing the new sent. There.. a few feet away from the rag, she found it, a fresh, powerful aroma, the distinct heavy scent of a boot. She shut her eyes and envisioned a trail of footprints that led to this spot... then...

Her eyes fluttered open.

Nothing...

There were no more footprints past this point... but she sensed soft traces of the same smell on Ilex's cloth...

'Wait...'

Arya instinctively chose to alleviate her smell-based search into the air. There... she sensed it, a solid trail. Smelling fresh, feminine, sweet... and... potatoes... corn... beets? The aroma of food made her stomach churn for the chance at a meal, but she promptly shooed that thought away.

Snif-Snifff

The smell was familiar... certainly sweet, yet oddly gave her a sense of foreboding sexual... femininity... but what would...

Her nose twitched.

A succubus.

Without even thinking, Arya leaped into the air; she shot out her claws and began to scale the sides of the building, all the while following the unmistakable succubus scent. It's been far too long since she had detected a succubus before; her senses were growing rusty, but after realizing what she was dealing with, it was as clear as day. The trail continued upwards. Whoever took Ilex had used their wings to fly out of the alleyway.

Upon reaching the top, she crouched on the edge of the building and craned her neck upwards.

Sniff-Sniff

She felt nothing. No fear. No anger, no sadness, or even happiness. Though even if she could experience what it's like to feel genuine emotions, she'd instantly pass up on the opportunity to have them. They do nothing but get in the way. Ilex's life was in danger, meaning there was no time for distractions. She can't lose him. not in the way she lost the others she cared for in the past. It's a devious and repeating cycle. She grows close to someone, against her better judgment. Then she tries, for their sake, to do something a person with emotion would do. And every time... Every time she tries to act on emotion, life proves that thinking with her heart is nothing but a hindrance.

Three people.

She lost three people because she tried to have emotion. Because she let them grow close.

Now a fourth might be added to that list.

She sprinted from rooftop to rooftop, following the succubus trail as she sped along with whatever speed she could muster.

This is what she gets. Ilex was sullen after his attempt to gain a class fell through. She coaxed him into a deep slumber by cuddling on his lap and activating her Dozing Tremor skill. All so that she could find something to bring up his spirits by the time he awoke. But, after leaving him for no more than ten minutes, a succubus looking for an easy meal happened to wander by. The aura of a straight male weak and alone must've been too much.

If Arya were there, the succubus would've had second thoughts. But she left. She went away in search of something to make him happy, and now he's in danger of being killed. If he weren't dead already.

How many times does she have to learn this lesson?

Emotions. Cause nothing but pain.

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A mighty thunder trembled throughout Dislams Woods, causing nearly the entirety of the forest shrouded in shade to shimmer in place. Rustling trees stirred awake the resting crows. Any would-be traveler adventuring on the wavering paths must have wills of steel to resist the urge to retreat back to lower-level routes.

The source of the sudden earthquake would be from the giant stone-built castle, which illuminated itself by resting ever so intimidatingly before the blood moon. Heleva's castle sat above the entirety of the surrounding shadow realm. It provided the succubus queen a view of everything and everyone below her. Many adventurers risk their lives to attempt to just reach the entrance to her immortal fortress; most fail in their attempts. Throughout the past twelve decades, only four proved experience enough to meet eyes with the empress. Of course, since she is still found sitting atop her throne, it goes without saying that those four ''heroes'' weren't too successful in uprooting her rule. To cement each of their failures in stone, she chose to keep their skulls adorned on spikes surrounding her throne.

Some of those adventures were more skilled than others, but they proved to be foolish from the beginning. Heleva was the ever-living queen of all succubus-kind. The species in itself is one of an S-Class variety, so being the queen of such an alpha species classified her at nearly the level of a goddess. Of course, there are actual gods and goddesses living above what everyone sees as life. But despite Heleva's ever-growing rule and unscalable presence, they have done nothing to attempt to hinder the queen.

It makes her think. What if even they are fearful of her power?

Yes. Her rule will eventually spread to engulf each and every realm on this land. Others may attempt to stop her, but at best, their efforts would do nothing but delay the inevitable. Both her and succubus-kind will sit as beings above all life. Even now, she proved to be unstoppable. In time the other rulers will bow and request her mercy, their lips will kiss the full length of her feet as tears trickle down their cheeks—holy rulers of heaven, demonic queens from hell, they'd all surrender their lands and power to assist in building her army.

They would have ****.

Heleva stood to be one of the most powerful beings imaginable. Everyone was aware. Hence why few attempt to rival her.

At least. She assumed everyone was aware...

Unfortunately, it seemed like a small idiotic few needed a painful reminder.

For example, the disgusting runt kneeling before her.

Heleva's right eye twitched, displaying a subtle sign of her boiling rage. A sign that was missed by the man, as his face stared directly at the chiseled stone floor.

"Did I not make my orders clear?" She looked down at the runt. Nothing but pure disgust lined her features. "Or are you merely foolish enough to attempt to defy me?"

In response, she could only hear quiet sobs. The runt tried to form the beginnings of words, but his own tears and uncontrollable fear prevented anything cognitive from leaving his lips.

His pathetic sputtering was just that. Pathetic.

"SPEAK!" Her voice boomed.

The entire castle wavered. Something that only served to make the runt continue to cower. "..A...a.. I... ac.. achkahcakke'h...ke'hccgggmn...."

Heleva rolled her eyes. The runt began to convulse and cough.

"You are pathetic. And a waste of time. One foolish enough to test patience that I do not have..." Her slender tail sprang up from its resting position and soared towards the man in the blink of an eye. The slick extension of her voluptuous body effortlessly penetrated directly through the man's pathetic heart. She lifted him into the air and drew him closer as he gasped with his mouth filling with blood.

"But wastes of time are what all of you men are." She said before spitting directly into his dying face.

Without giving him a second thought, she flicked her tail free of his body, and the corpse collapsed onto the floor like a lifeless doll oozing with blood. As the man's deathly sighs left his lips, the succubus queen let out her own annoyed groan and rested her cheek in the palm of her hand while her fingers drummed against the armrest of her throne.

"No..." She breathed. "**** is too easy... Clearah!"

"Y- yes, my queen?" A soft-spoken voice responded from the far right of the throne room. A petite woman with small wings and blue half-framed glasses flew towards her empress. She was a mage-class succubus, one who was well-versed in support grade magic. Her oversized mage headgear was a light blue; it matched her bright blue eyes and glasses. She wore a mage corset that presented her small chest in a way that offered a nice spill of cleavage, and all she had to cover her lower region was an extremely short blue skirt, which consistently flashed her panties each and every time she channeled her mana into releasing a spell. Overall, she was a cute sexy thing, the main reason Heleva kept her around.

"Bring this runt back to life."

"Of course." Clearah squeezed her breasts together by crossing her arms over her stomach and bowed before the queen. Upon raising up, she reached a hand into her cleavage and unleashed a summoning seal to retrieve a scroll. The paper then proceeded to glow after she displaced mana into it. She released it from her grasp and stepped back as the scroll elevated itself in the air.

Clearah clapped her hands together, then drew them apart and performed a pre-practiced motion in the air. The scroll glowed with a much brighter light, one powerful enough to illuminate the room to the point of blindness for a full second. When the light died down, there was a familiar panting sound, and the man was once again alive. The hole in his chest still glowed white, though it began to gradually heal itself.

"Thank you, Clearah." Heleva nodded towards the girl.

Clearah gulped and politely bowed. "Anything, your majesty." She then made a quick retreat from the room. Her little wings fluttered all the way out.

The exact second Clearah was out of earshot from Heleva and her throne room, the queen shot out her tail like a bolt of lightning. It coiled around the man's neck. He tried to mutter something but was cut off by his own **** breath as her slender tail tightened.

"You would want ****."

Her hold on his neck tightened even more.

"Wouldn't you?"

"AKkkkjghhhhgmmmaacclccc-"

Heleva's sharp teeth displayed themselves as she sneered. "Unfortunate." She released her hold on him, where he collapsed for the second time. "**** isn't something I am willing to offer. Certainly not after the way you disrespected my name by refusing to follow through with the direct order I gave you."

"..mis.. chaackk..." The man coughed. "Mistress, I... I tried... they were too powerful and... dead... they... the..."

"So you can speak?" Heleva rolled her eyes. "They? The? Talk! Fool!"

"The team... they... they all d.. died... I had to run I- They would have killed me too if-"

"You are telling me that you chose to run from the mission I specifically assigned to your team? Of course." The queen let out a knowing chuckle. One that caused her massive chest to jiggle within the two straps of the dress that barely contained her dark-skinned rack. "You are a man, after all. Pathetic. Weak. Cowardly." She paused. "Need I go on?"

"Mistress, I-" The man glanced up from the floor.

Before he could finish uttering another word, Heleva's eyes were filled with pure rage when she realized what he had done. In a blur, one faster than the gust of wind that followed after, the queen stood atop the man, her sharpened coal-skinned leather high heeled boot pressed painfully into the side of his face.

"Did I say you could look at me?"

"AKKMKKD- I-"

Heleva gritted her teeth, and spat at his body while pressing hard enough to hear the bones in his face crack. "DID I?!"

"Nnnn- n- noo-"

TTTHCCRRACK

A crackle of sound boomed throughout the room, causing the entire castle to shake as she kicked the man hard enough to crash into the furthermost wall. The stone wall exploded from his body colliding against it; the bricks toppled down and covered his body, the sounds of falling stone muffled the moans of agony he managed to croak out with his crushed lungs.

"That's what I thought." Heleva crossed her arms below her huge bronze-skinned jugs. In a teasing way solely to present her breasts. They were one of the many feminine aspects of her body that the men beneath her would kill to behold. But if any of them did so much as spared a glance towards her, they would die before receiving the chance to take in the sight of her seductive body.

"Let this be a warning for you all..." She shouted upwards to the men who were lying in huddled fear-filled positions inside the cages suspended from the ceiling. They all had their eyes shut; some even performed permanent acts to blind themselves, as each one knew that a single glance towards their mistress would mark the end of their pathetic lives. "If I give ANY of you an order... Do ANYTHING to complete it... Or dying will be the least of your worries."

A chatter of pathetic animal-like whimpers sputtered above her. She sighed a loud, pleasant sigh. Her chest expanded in tune with the intake of breath.

"For example..." Heleva continued to strut her curvaceous body back to her throne while her tail swung back and wrapped around the man's limp arm. He was pulled out of the rubble without care and casually dragged the dazed body behind her. "How would you like to be rewarded for your failure by being used as feeding to my starving slimebeasts? Despite not feeding them in months, those animals consume and digest incredibly slowly. And when you die..."

She sat her peach-shaped pillowy ass gently on her throne and used her tail to shift the man's limp body directly in front of her face. "I'll be sure to bring you back to life. Do not fret." With a fake smile, she patted his cheek; the man was whimpering silently and was far too afraid to even crack his eyes open.

Then, without a single care, she flicked her tail and flung the man's body back against the far wall of her throne room. He pathetically slumped right before the two humongous double doors.

"ENOUGH OF THIS!"

The two doors crashed open with a loud crackle.

A single leather and metal-plated boot had knocked the doors open; a brunette woman with a beautiful and fair face stood with her arms crossed below her metal-plated chest.

"Heleva! I demand you cease this at once!"

The queen blinked.

Her eyes quickly recognized the intruder, and her first instinctive reaction was to let out a genuine sigh of annoyance.

"Stormblade!" Heleva snapped her fingers; the cages containing the weeping men above her instantly vanished from sight and masked their pathetic cries. "The mightiest warrior of Archwood. What brings you here?" She droned on in a sarcastic tone of voice, but despite herself, she was genuinely apprehensive when it came to this warrior woman.

For a human, Imogene Stormblade was impressive. Having single-handedly held back Giron and his hellspawn from invading the city. And even managed to wipe through Heleva's own army. The warrior was clearly something special. Of course, she was more than sure she could handle the human effortlessly. Unfortunately, anyone weaker than the queen might not have such an easy time. A conflict between her and Imogene would grow into a war leaving many casualties. And while Heleva could care less for any and all men, her warrior women and the succubi that serve under her care are ones she does not want to see fall into harm's way.

Eventually, Imogene would be dealt with. She believes she is the most just and highest defender of the lands, but that simply makes her a higher target more than anything. One day, Heleva would have the brunette kneeling between her legs, entirely under her control and subservient to the succubus nation. That day hasn't arrived yet. And, for now, she is stuck serving by the rules of the ''treaties'' she had agreed to settle with.

"Your contract expired hours ago." Imogene raised an eyebrow while her arms stayed crossed under the armor piece that was shaped outwards to protect and confine her above-average breasts. "I am not going to allow you to attempt anything during the renewal process."

"Girl." The queen chuckled. "Do you believe that treaty is what has stopped me? I can enslave you and your city when I feel the need."

"I implore you to try. Now. Or later." Her eyes narrowed. "You won't be successful as long as I stand before you."

"That may or may not be true." Heleva shrugged. She smiled to herself.

'Soon enough girl, you will be kneeling beside me instead of arrogantly attempting to stand in my path.'

"You will be summoned to the council room in half a cycle." Imogene ignored Heleva's snarky look and quickly went to her knees beside the fallen man.

Heleva watched carefully from her throne as Imogene reached into a satchel on her belt and retrieved a potion. She placed it to the man's lips and adjusted his head to help coax the liquid down his throat. "What are you doing?"

"This is a violation of the treaty." She said in reply as she tended to the man. "You will be alright..." She whispered and gently stroked his cheek with a healing cloth. "I promise. This will be over..."

"The treaty you just stated expired," Heleva smirked. "I broke nothing."

But of course, she broke the treaty; it meant nothing to her. It only served to stop an unnecessary war, a war she could almost certainly win. The foolish ''warrior'' had no idea that just above her head, more men she swore to protect were dying no more than a few feet away.

"Who's to say this started after it expired?" Imogene glanced up. For some reason, the brunette looked directly at the ceiling. She said nothing but stared in silence for a few moments that even put Heleva in a tense state of mind.

‘Did she know?’

Heleva truly did not want to fight the woman. At least not yet. Not until she can secure Imogene as one of her many loyal pets.

"Who is to say." Heleva kept her typical tone of voice. "But no. I waited until the moment the treaty died to find and **** this man."

"Are there others?"

"No. But you are free to look for yourself."

Imogene only stared at the queen in an ever-growing silence.

Eventually, she sighed after looking around the room. Her eyes scanned over the cages at multiple moments, but she said nothing to state her knowledge of their presence. "If you so much as attempt to harm any people-"

"You will personally see that I am stopped." Heleva finished the girl's sentence with a dismissive wave. "I am aware. Now go." She said as Imogene lifted up the **** man as if he weighed nothing. "Be the hero. Patch up that pathetic lucky bastard of a man. He'll be grateful that you, the blessing to this world, saved him. All men are fortunate to have you. None of those rats will go harmed by me as long as you are standing."

Imogene ignored the succubus' taunting as she turned around and carried the man in her arms.

"Half a cycle, Heleva." She said with her back turned. "Be prepared to sign. Or you will have to deal with me."

"I'll be there!" The queen responded. Then after a few seconds, she clapped her hands twice. The doors closed shut and created a loud booming THUMP sound from the mere impact.

The cages with the men enslaved above her shifted back into a visible light.

"Sorry boys." Heleva chuckled. "Your hero wasn't able to save you. Now, or ever."

The men's cries above her continued to echo throughout the room as Heleva laughed from the comfort of her throne. Oh, how she can't wait to have that girl kneeling before her with the rest of the powerful beings of the twelve realms.

But that's the future.

Now she has a treaty to sign.

No one likes war.

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