Mommy's concerned

Following the discovery, you and the others pushed hard to try and catch up to Xhosa. You weren't able to find him, and it's still unclear exactly how far away you are from him. Gletttrix used his trained eyes as a tracker to say that you were "close" but couldn't narrow it down. Traveling even into the dark, eventually it came to a point when you all had to rest to have any hope of continuing on tomorrow. You fell hard into slumber, finding a familiar set of events. You wake up in the Hells again, in the ruins of some grand stony building, a fortress or something of that sort you guess. It's built atop a great, craggy hill, allowing you to see down into a valley below. From there, you see a throng of nameless, beastly demons.

"Ghastly, aren't they?" You hear behind you, causing a startle. Turning around quickly, you see the familiar face of Mother, using her wings to cover her body, a rare occurance.

"Why do you always drag me in here?" You ask "This is an important mission. Can't I get some uninterupted sleep?"

"It's more important than you know" Mother responds, standing next to you, looking over the same demonic horde. "That's why I brought you here." She waves her hand over them slowly "Your people call them Ravagers. They were terrifyingly effective in the Triumverate War, both in destroying defensive lines, and destroying morale."

"I can imagine. So what?"

"Must I spell everything out to you Demetria? If that Dragonkin gets his hands on that scepter before you, he could unleash such demons on the world."

"Which, coincidentally, is what you told me to do, Mother." You put your hand on your hips "forgive me for finding your concern insincere."

"Come now, child. I wanted you to have it, so that you could free me, and me alone. I detest this world and everything in it, that's why I always bring you here in the places nobody else can see you. Wouldn't you hate to see your mother brought to heel that heartless monster?"

"You're a succubus, Mother. I would think you would enjoy such domination."

Her eyes start to glare at you "Fail to get the Scepter of Xodion first, child, and you'll find out exactly how much one of succubus blood enjoys their slavery."

"I'm sorry," you reply honestly "Everything here is still so new. I'm trying to understand it as best I can. Sometimes it seems like all I can do is just keep up."

"I know, dear" She says as she unfurls her wings, revealing her appealing and imposing busty visage to you "And I know I'm being hard on you at times. It's for your own good. You've been coddled too long. Steel yourself, push harder for just a little bit longer, and we can be together, and be the family that you've always wanted."

"It's been a long time since I've thought that. The church was my family, before you and Rosita came along."

"Please, don't me and that manipulative harlot in the same category, and don't lie to me. I know what's in your heart child. Rosita applied her wiles and sweet nothings only to get what she wanted from you. You can trust me, all I've ever wanted is to be with you and for you to have the best life possible, as any mother would. You still want a family, you have a primal need to feel like you belong. That's why you adopted the church as your family, and why you've thrown yourself at whoever shows you the slightest bout of kindness, including that dragonkin and this group of misfits you travel with now. Not that I can blame you, that Glen certainly is a strapping young lad isn't he?"

"Yes" You respond vaguely, slightly uncomfortable with how she always seems to know exactly what you're doing and thinking.

"He'd do it, you know" Mother adds as you her cock slowly harden as she speaks "Those intimate desires of yours? He's as **** for you as you are for him."

"How do you know?"

"I'm your mother, and a succubus, Demetria. It's my job to know. I know the thought has gone through your mind of if the positions were reversed that first night you met him, if he had been on his knees sucking your cock. If he would let you fuck that wonderful little ass of his like Kharn did yours?" She steps closer to you, gently stroking your cock with one hand "He absolutely would. He's **** to do it in fact. He's wanted that wench Gilzra for so long and he's dying for you to do instead. All you have to do is ask, and he's yours." The sensation of being stroked is highly intoxicating and stimulating. You close your eyes and imagine the scenes she's describing. They do sound great.

"I'm not going to punish you this time, my dear, but you'll have to get there yourself this time."

With that, she lets go, and the world goes dark. You wake up back in the camp set up, soft firelight showing your friends are all here and okay. Checking your surroundings, you find your cock still rock hard, with your hand on it. Was it all a weird dream this time? You're not sure. As you slowly try to go back to sleep, it begins to dawn on you that as real and wonderful as those fantasies were, you didn't have them until your Mother mentioned them...