Exit: (Succubus Arma) - If Only I Could Love [This Exit actually occurs one change later]

(Honestly, I wasn't sure anyone would ever actually request an Exit... but hey, here we go. Much of this is recap if you've read the Princess → Whore perspective preceding the King/Maid Branches. You can skip to the next linebreak if that's the case and miss nothing. Caution: This Arma has a bit of a dark history.)

Arma's Perspective

I’d just entered the castle when I saw a young man suddenly appear in the middle of the corridor and strike the ground. He rolled and clutched at his head, blinking blearily at the world around him as if in a daze. Immediately, my mediocre training as a Priestess - preceding my ultimate (and shameful) class-change to Knight - led to me kneeling by his side.

“Are you alright?” I asked, smiling gently. “Do you need assistance?”

He didn’t respond: His dazed eyes didn’t seem to see anything at all: At least, not me. He was looking, but not anywhere near the right location.

A simple cure wounds should hopefully ease his pain enough for focus to return, and then some proper answers may be acquired before the guards see him and come to… unfortunate (but perhaps not unwarranted) conclusions.

The light flies from my hands and washes over him.

“There. Did that help?” I ask, drawing his attention back to me. I can certainly tell he’s relieved, but to what extent I’m uncertain. “I’m sorry, but that is the best I’m capable of at my level.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” He answers, surprisingly accentless for someone so clearly not from anywhere near my lands.

Still, progress is progress. Now, to gently pry for some information… “I’m glad. You seem quite lost… might I know your name?”

“Yeah, um. I’m James. James Jordanson.” He introduces himself with a foreigner’s name, “from Hopsville.” …and a nondescript place of origin. He’s nervous. Why? I’m not likely to hurt him: He’s clearly human, foreigner that he is. “Um, and you are…?”

I can’t help it, I release a small laugh. How could he find himself in front of the Kingdom’s only Princess and not realize it? Truly, it must be a strange magic to bring him here.

“I am Arma Armelia, heir-apparent to the Kingdom of Armelia,” I answer simply, “and this is my family’s castle.” He swallows, nervous. Why? “Might I know what you’re doing here?”

“Um, I… don’t have a story you’ll believe. I fell, I think,” This was evident: I witnessed it, after all, “and just kind of… wound up here?”

I tilt my head. He seems quite confused: Was it not his magic which brought him here? It must not have been. I hope-- oh! The device in his lap buzzes, like an angry bee. Is it responsible? He brings it up to his chest in a hurry and---

the world erupts in a kaleidoscope of color and magic, and

Arma's? Perspective

I smile indulgently at the young man in front of me. I'm not sure how he summoned me, or even why it was over such a short distance, but I'm not going to say no to the first contract to bypass his majesty's stifling (albeit well-meaning) seal.

Ah~ he's just so adorable with the way his eyes - a nice warm brown (I forgot humans could even have brown eyes! ) - can't decide where to look, and the big blush, and the massive boner. I can't wait to have lots of fun with him. But first, it looks like he's a little injured. Maybe slightly delirious, even?

A demoness such as myself is incapable of the traditional healing arts, after all, but even so it is traditional for the first daughter of the kingdom to learn them... As the closest thing his majesty has to such a thing, sterile as the poor man is, I made sure to diligently do my best to replicate them.

The price is just a bit of my own health and well-being, but demons have such things in abundance, especially compared to a human... so what's the harm in sharing a little?

Well. It's not enough for the Church and the Arch-Priestess would surely be angry at me if she'd caught me doing this again, but she's not here to demonstrate her displeasure so~~

Without a second thought, I tap into my odr and transfer some of my vitality to him. A warm red light engulfs his form, and I suppress a mild wince with practiced experience

It seems it's done the trick quite well as I see the discoloration around his head fade, and a little clarity return to his lust-addled form. Unfortunately, I'll never be able to have a conversation with him entirely sober - a simply consequence of being so beautiful, I suppose. Regardless...

"There we are. Are you feeling better now, Summoner~?" I ask, only slightly teasing. After all: His well-being is important. He's my first - and likely only - contractor, after all. I do not want to mess things up: If all goes well I'll finally get a chance to let loose and lay with an actual man for once.

"Yeah, uh. Wait, didn't you already--" He blinks, examining himself, before shaking it off. What's that about, I wonder? No matter, he has more to say. "Yeah, um, thank you my lady..." He trails off, uncertainly.

Oh how delightful~! To bypass his majesty's seal without even knowing my name. This must be fate. Ah~ Am I in love? No, no, Arma. You were taught about this: You're a Succubus. However intense your emotions may get, it isn't love. You don't know how to love: You are simply incapable of experiencing it. That's why you can't cast healing spells, and it's why his majesty placed a seal to prohibit your summoning, so you wouldn't break any hearts.

It would be too early for this to be love, anyway. Oh, but the passion, and the need~. James is already one of your favorite humans: He might even move up in front of your surrogate daddy if he keeps bumbling into all your buttons like this.

"Mhm. I'm Arma. Lady Arma of the Kingdom Armelia," I introduce myself, allowing my whip to fade into the odr which gave it form and sliding into a bow on the floor, just as I'd been taught. "I'm technically the Princess and Heiress, I suppose, but I'm not really allowed to inherit so I mostly just get to play pretend whenever daddy needs someone to play the role. Ah, that's because daddy's not really my daddy. I'm a succubus, you see? We don't have real daddy's, I've been told: We just kind of... pop! And there we are. What about you? You look like you're human, so you must have parents... ah, is that too personal? Am I talking too much? I'm definitely talking too much!"

Once I start talking, the words just keep flowing out. He doesn't mind talking to me. He doesn't look at me with the usual - perfectly understandable and jusitified - contempt. Ah~ I really want to make him mine, and have him make me his. I just, I just need to maneuver the conversation that way and we can seal the pact with a nice, romantic rutting, as is - I've been told - quite traditional for a succubus.

Oh. Oh no! Why does he look upset? Did I do something wrong?

"That's..." Oh. That's... remorse? Why would anyone feel remorse for a demon? "...interesting. Yeah." He taps at the strange device in his hand, and it buzzes angrily at him. "...Once per subject, huh. Of course." He mutters quietly, but I can still hear him. Still, I've learned humans prefer it when they believe they can keep secrets from me, so I let the matter rest. He turns back to me with a big - fake, but for the right reasons - smile, and talks about himself, and his home, and I listen to it all with rapt fascination... then I hear footsteps: Hurried and frantic.

"Oh! I know, why don't we talk in the... garden?" I ask, abruptly and taking him by the hand before he can answer. He nearly trips as I start hastily - and stealthily - moving us away from the oncoming guardsman, so I scoop him up into my arms and gracefully stride out of sight before the king's man can find us.

"Arma, wh-" He starts to cry out, but I quickly shush him and weave a spell of privacy around us to keep his words from prying ears.

"Don't worry, I just want us to have a nice, uninterrupted date~" I soothe, letting my magic convey my meaning. He calms, and I start looking for a good place...

The guards are all over the castle searching, actually, now that I care to pay attention. That just won't do! We haven't even started the foreplay! It's like an ant nest, I swear... Oh! No! Bad Arma, humans aren't ants: That's a bad demoness thought, and you're a good demoness. Stupid girl! I'll have to confess to the Arch-Priestess later.

Ah! I know. They're searching inside the castle so... stopping by a window, I flex my magic in a way I've seldom used (I promise!) and phase us both through the glass. In this state, we're both semi-ethereal, so gravity doesn't quite take act right, so I run us both up onto one of the tallest parapets: The one no one ever goes to. (I would know: It's a great place for when you just can't stop pretending to be sad and making your tutors angry, so you just have to... get away from it all.)

"Arma what... what?" James asks, finally, as I quietly latch the hatch of the tower and weave an illusion to conceal us from anyone outside.

"Daddy was going to interrupt our date," I explain simply, "but we haven't even gotten to play yet! Don't you want to play with me?" I ask leadingly, earnestly waiting for his response.

"I..." He blinks, eyes squinting in confusion like people often do when they talk to me. Sad. I hoped he could stay more focused than the others, but he can't be perfect, I suppose. That only happens to real princesses. "...absolutely want to play with you," He agrees fervently, with a delightful heat I frankly didn't expect from a man so seemingly timid and reserved. Were his eyes always so pink, though? I thought they were brown...

"Oh wonderful! Tell me, would you like to start with the ass or start with the tits? Daddy said those are usually the best places to begin... or maybe you'd like to use my whip on me? Don't worry, it won't leave a mark for very long... I'm a sturdy girl after all. I can take anyth--"

I'm interrupted as the heat in James' reaches its peak, and he nearly tears his pants away to reveal his long, hard member. Despite myself, my eyes are glued to it, even as he just about tackles me and starts tearing away at my clothes, prompting me to squeal in surprise and delight.

Ah~ isn't... this romantic? I, mm, can't... believe... it's taken so long... to get a good man to ravish me...

In and out, and in and out, James plows me again and again, in every hole and even between my tits. I make sure to keep him nice and topped off on energy, so he can try every single idea he has... actually, I don't think about it, because I don't think about anything. Just the heat, and the passion, and the sheer fulfillment.

It's like eating a cookie for the first time all over again... I don't want to ever go without this feeling so long again...

Just like that, we rut like beasts in heat atop the tower throughout the rest of the day, then long into the night.

[AN: The host is being uncooperative. For that reason I won't be able to release any non-exit chapters today until later, maybe. To make up for it (actually, it just really got away from me), I've made this extra long.]

[AN 2: Of course, the image host gets its shit together right as I run out of time to write this morning. Whatever. Have Arma, pretending (somewhat poorly) to be a normal human. There's a series of others for her playing around with different forms to gauge James' tastes, but I've no time, this has run long enough, and so that'll have to be easter eggs for another time.]