I lied.

You wake up alone in bed.

You chuckle to yourself, "yeah, no sexy demon chick. Damn that was a wild dream."

You look out the window to a village that does not look like New York. You realise this bed does not look like your bed. This room does not look like your room.

".....Oh shit," you grumble, "Is this....Am I....did I?"

As your mind circles harder than canoe paddle with only one arm you hear a knock at the door.

Ixy sticks her head through the door, "You up? Good. Come get breakfast."

As the red beauty disappears you finally manage to find your jaw, "Not. A. Dream."

The door opens again, "And get dressed. Put that girthy bastard away."

With a second slam she's gone and you look down, "Ah, morning wood still works."

You get dressed and head back to the living room of your...captors? benefactors? And find then sitting around a repaired table, although the hole in the roof is still there.

Almara waves you over, "Come, come. Eat, you must be hungry."

You stand there for a moment, lost in thought. This is real. Those eggs smell real, so do The pancakes.

You take a seat at the table and help yourself to the plate in front of you. It tastes good, real good.

"Better than almost any east side bodega," you say as you scarf down more food.

Ixy tilts her head as she watches you eat, "Bodega? And you don't have to eat that fast."

You come up from a completely cleaned plate, "You never know when somebody tryna eat food off your plate."

Almara chimes in, "Is your world dangerous?

"My world," you repeat," My world is New York. Yeah, the boroughs can be dangerous, but the food, the people, the energy.....it's amazing."

Then you feel a sense of solemness overcome you, "And it's gone... am I dead?"

Almara greets you with that warm, motherly smile she had last night, "No dear, you are very much alive. Just somewhere else and a little different."

"Somewhere else, huh," you grumble as you come to terms with this. Why are you taking this better than you should.

Noticing your expression Almara turns to her daughter, "Ixy, let's see that those lessons didn't go to waste, explain to Duin about our world."

Ixy is about to spew some sharp retort, but looking at you she thinks better of it, "The world is called Inostros and we're on the continent of Dudent. Venos is the name of the village and its home to mostly humans, valkyries, half demons, satyr, dwarves, orcs and imps. But there's plenty of other races around."

You nod. The conversation does pull your mind out of your more depressed thoughts, " So this is place is like a fantasy world, like those B. R. B. Tallkin books?"

Ixy gives a shrug, "Can't say I heard of them, but probably."

"He's pretty popular, his movies are long though," you say with a smirk, "The things you could do in the back row of a movie theatre for three hours."

Ixy uncharacteristically for your interactions so far returns your smirk, "Sounds fun."

You then feel her tail crawling up your thigh.

"Um, so you I'm not dead, but you two are demons?"

"Succubi," they answer in unison. Almara takes over the conversation, "Do we exist in your fantasy books?"

"Yeah, you do," you reply and then tense up, "And you kill people through sex...."

Ixy and Almara share a glance and then have a loud laugh at your expense.

As you eye the door and consider your options to not be fucked to ****, Almara waves a hand in the air, "Relax sweetie. Nobodies going to drain you in this house. We are succubi, the species. Not the profession."

You blink slowly, "Que?"

Ixy follows up, "Our society is a bit more modern than that."

"We exist beyond the standard myths of yore. It appears what has passed through the border of our worlds is a bit outdated in your world." Almara adds.

Witht he focus on her she continues, "Our civilisation functions on a series of understandings. The most primal being the System of Chaos and order and the right to Lust or Fortune. Chaos fuels our magic, this world and even exerts it's will upon the inhabitants. Consider it the invisible hand of God."

And that God is very horny," Ixy adds dryly.

Almara puts on a crooked grin, "Best not let the Sister hear you say that. But not put so crudely lust is an integral part of our society. It influences everything. The right to Lust or Fortune grew out of a "maturation" of the relationships between different intelligent races."

"And in english," you ask, a bit lost.

"If you're expecting tales of succubi draining you through sex dreams, orcs bashing your skull in or demons hexing you with incurable diseases it doesn't work like that out here. Even the bandits follow the rules. As long as you stay out of the Wyld Lands you are under the law of Lust or Fortune." Ixy explains, "Simply means that you fight not to the ****, but to defeat. If you lose you give and if you win you take. As for what, depends on the winner and the loser."

"....you mean-"

"Yeah you can be walking through the forest and be accosted by bandits who will either take cash or ass, but at the very least leave you alive," Almara finishes for you, "Most would keep to the right of Lust or Fortune, breaking this invisible rule of the land can have "chaotic" consequences."

Before you you ask another question you feel Ixy's tail even higher up your thigh, now rubbing against the tip of your thick member.

As you turn to her she smiles, "So no, even if you did meet some cum hungry succubi they wouldn't drain you to ****. Besides you were awake weren't you?"

Her tail brushes along your hardening length, you're definitely awake, "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Succubi drain you in your dreams dear, typically while working or performing succubi duties they wouldn't be physically involved," Almara clarifies, "As we said, we happen to be succubi, but we don't make a living as succubi, though others do."

"Right, I think I get it," you nod, "Like a villain in a videogame is a Bad Guy, but that doesn't mean he's a bad guy."

"Sure, papi, now let's move on to you," Ixy says as she pulls her tail back.

You miss the feeling, but nod.

"Our world brings in visitors from other worlds to feed its chaos, this has been happening for thousands of years and no one fully understands why," Almara explains as she sips some tea, "The most common belief is that it keeps the current system of chaos and lust going and keeps the current God of this world powerful, less he lose his place. The beings that enter this world are random. Random species. Random alignments with chaos. The abilities given random. No one really knows how the choice is made."

You feel a part of that statement stand out to you, "Random abilities?"

Almara giggles that playful giggle, "Dear, you fell who knows how far, through a roof and broke a table. Not a single broken bone and able to walk around just fine mere minutes after. I would say you've been gifted unless that's normal for your world?"

You can't help but follow the logic that you must have changed, "No, definitely not normal."

Almara claps her hands with glee, "Perfect so you have been made especially robust. Time will tell if you have any other abilities, but I have a feeling you'll learn sooner than later with your affinity."

"My affinity?"

"You have a superb alignment with chaos," Almara says almost a matter of fact.

You blink. Then blink again.

"I'm aligned with chaos, what does that mean," you inquire.

"It means this world has taken a licking to you and you'll adjust fast," Ixy says as she stands up, "I'm gonna get ready.

As you watch her head to her room, that bountiful, perfect ass tempting you with every sway, Almara pulls you back to the conversation, "You fell through a roof, you've been taken from your world, you've seen what must be mythical creatures to you and yet you're handling all of this calmly."

She's right. You should be panicking, having a mental breakdown.

Almara then reaches over the table and places your hand in hers, "You aren't freaking out because this feels right. This world feels right. I know this is a lot, some visitors end up in the base levels of mage towers spending their years rambling in madness, but you've adapted because you are where you're supposed to be. Follow that feeling and you'll do fine."

She holds your hand close to her large chest, "Things here can be a bit, spicier than you are used to, but I recommend you follow that feeling."

You look between Almara and your hand near her chest.

Back and fourth between those beautiful, supernatural eyes and that 34S chest. The decision is an easy one. Too easy, but you follow that feeling and sink your hand into the warm and pleasant flesh.

Almara let's out a soft moan and whimper as you feel her, the tension, the softness, the perfect amount of give.

"Good boy, you're gonna love it here," Almara moans.

As you look her in the eyes, the sound of someone clearing her throat pulls you back to reality.

"Stop groping my mom, perv. We've got business to do," Ixy says.

You look over to her, she's dressed more than the skimpy underwear she had on before, not exactly that she's gone conservative. Ixy's delicious hips and ass and contained in form fitting, body hugging yoga shorts, just as black as the underwear you remember her wearing. Her top covered by a fitted combat vest, black with gold trim that almost matches her blonde hair.

Almara guides you to the door as Ixy walks through it.

. Almara: "You look lovely dear. Now as for your handsome hurry along with Ixy to the village head. She'll fill you in along the way and you can see about Adventure's Demand."

She begins pushing you out the door behind Ixy.

Duin: "The what now, the who-"

Almara: "I'll start work on a new cake and see about repairing this roof. Bye bye now."

She slams the door behind you and before you can protest you start walking to keep pace with Ixy. It's now that you are reminded how shapely she is.

By no means is the temperamental temptress unappealing. She wears rather tight yoga shorts that seem to made from the same material as your pants. They do nothing to hide her plump and round ass, her exposed midriff and taut perky breasts under her matching top makes you all too eager to forget the arrow in your face from last night.

Ixy keeps walking as she talks, "Keep up, this is just gonna be a quick rundown. You'll get your World Guide and can go into greater detail on your own time if you're a lore whore."

She talks slightly bored with you as you gulp at her shapely ass and full thighs. She may be more reserved than her mother in the chest department. But they're definitely twins around the back.

Ixy continues, "Survive a few simple tasks and hope the Sister doesn't break you in two and you'll just start to repay our kindness for housing you and for the roof you broke."

"Wait what?"

Ixy looks at you deadpan "Took your eyes off my assets long enough to catch a word or two?"

You simply shrug your shoulders, "Well, um..*Cough* I regret nothing."

Ixy sighs and continues, " At least there's some appreciation around here."

Ixy gives you a play by play of how things work around here. You could be a baker or a cobbler, but Ixy and her mother intend for you to do some adventuring and as Ixy explains that involves a few things to get started. "The capital city of this kingdom is called Temi and is ruled by her Excellency. All jobs and trades must be sanctioned by the kingdom and anyone working outside of what's approved is on their own. We get some patrols out here in the rural side, but outside of the town till you get to the next village is basically bandit land."

Ixy starts to slow down. Apparently your reaching closer to your destination. "Now for your job as an adventurer you'll need to be approved by a Judge and granted your Adventure's Demand."

You step up to her side, "Wait, why am I an adventurer specifically?"

You recall Amara mentioning something similar earlier, but don't recall ever saying you were.

Ixy sighs, "Cause I'm an adventurer and you fell through our roof on MY birthday. So consider yourself an unwanted gift like most kids. I'm in need of a lovely assistant on my way to the capital. One with enough courtesy to look and not touch so for right now you may want to stop looking so you can at least be somewhat respectful to the Judge who's gonna decide your life."

"Decide my life??"