Chapter 7

You try to ignore the fairy, but the insistent taps on the window don't stop. "Heeey, do you see me, Arthur? Open up this thing." Rama presses her cheek against the glass, butterfly wings quickly fluttering behind her little body.

"Fuck." You grunt to yourself, rising from the bed... Taking deep breaths as you start massaging your forehead, trying to relieve the massive headache that Rama's high-pitched voice produces in you. "Fuck!" You repeat, louder this time.

"Are you ignoring me or something? I can see you standing there, jerk!"

With a pronounced frown on your face, you walk towards the window. Sliding back its iron latch and, against your better judgment, opening it up. "What did I tell you?!" You angrily roar.

"Technically, I'm not inside the castle, you know?" Rama flashes you a confident smirk. Behind the annoying fairy blocking your sight, there is the gorgeous landscape of the gigantic Capital city. At the distance, you can see the sun starting to hide into the horizon as the day reaches the first hours of the evening. "I got bored waiting for you and started spying through the windows... Wanna hear some gossip? I saw one of the cleaning ladies kissing one of the cooks! And I think there is some sort of love triangle there, because-"

Rama gradually stops talking as she notices your brows furrowing lower and lower. "Why the long face, Arthur? How did the meeting with the King go?" She slightly tilts her head to the side, resting her hands over her hips.

"Fine." You simply say.

"Answering in monosyllables doesn't make you seem cool and mysterious like you think, it just makes you seem dumb." Rama slightly scowls, pursing her lips. "If the meeting went 'fine', why are you even grumpier than usual, huh?"

How the hell does this idiot even know what a monosyllable is...? You let out a big sigh. "King Merrewolf put the city on lockdown, he wants to plan Charlotte's rescue as carefully as possible to not cause a scandal... I'm not allowed to get involved, she is not my responsibility anymore."

"W-what? A-a scandal? But you are her bodyguard!"

"No. I'm just a simple knight now."

"But... but..." Rama confusedly babbles, doing nervous, rapid gestures with her hands. "Y-you are not going to do anything, then? You said Charlotte was a good person! You are simply going to sit on your ass all day while her dad takes his time!?"

"What else can I do? I'm not her father, he is." You softly grunt, the persistent frown on your face morphing into a sad expression. "I... I just... I'm..."

"I can't believe it... This is just..." The fairy shakes her head to the sides. "Big, strong, scary-looking... Yet you are a pussy!"

"What?"

"Grrr, the people who did this are going to pay!" She replicates your voice tone yet again. Still as awful as ever. "You promised that to the guy with the mustache, remember? Oh, but now... 'Mr. King? Y-you want me to stay down so you don't look bad? O-okay, I'll be a good puppy and obey. Woof! woof!'"

You clench your hands into fists. Half from the fairy's merciless mocking, and half from the shame of realizing that her mockery is actually a very simplified but accurate version of what happened... "Enough."

"Come on! Do something, then! Let's go, Arthur. We have to rescue that girl!" Rama energetically says, tiny body bouncing around in the air, in front of the window opening.

"Go away, please... You are the most annoying creature I've ever met in my life. I might jump out this window if I have to listen to you for another second..."

"A-annoying? That's not..." The fairy offendedly gasps before letting out an exaggerated sigh, giving you a disappointed expression. "Fine. I'll find her myself then. You are going to be so freaking jealous when I get my huge, badass castle as a reward. And you know what? I'm not letting you visit it. Cowards aren't allowed on castle Rama." She gives you a final look before rudely sticking her tongue out and flying away in a random direction... Good luck with that, irritating little fairy.

You lean into the open window, closing your eyes and silently enjoying the feeling of the soft breeze brushing your bearded face. In a few days, you are returning to the field. It's been a long while since you've been in actual battle... will you be able to take it? Probably not. You are old... and you don't have Lucille anymore... Some orc is most likely going to catch you off guard and kill you. Not like you have anything left to lose, anyways... You suspire, unconsciously resting your hand over the covered stab wound on your side.

Maybe Rama is right. You are indeed a pussy. A dog following orders. But... that's what you've been doing all your life. Following orders in the army and then as a bodyguard... Is it too late to change? Charlotte...

Suddenly, you hear some rapid knocks on the closed door of your room. Must be the healer.

Magic doesn't exist in Amarantum, the only sort of magic-related antics are the 'miracles' that the adepts from the different churches around the land are able to do. On Mira, the church of Sana is the official one, her followers are granted the gift of healing and cleansing.

You walk to the door, sliding it wide open. "Greetings! My name is-- o-oh my, you are huge..." The Sana's priestess in front of you suddenly yelps as she notices the evident size difference between the two of you, eyes opening wide, jaw hanging open.

The young woman stands at four foot nine. Vanilla-blonde hair resting over her shoulders in long, fluffy curls. Huge, amber colored doe-like eyes unblinkingly looking up at you. Meaty, pink lips open as she softly pants... There is something peculiar about her, though... A pair of ram horns decorate the top of her head, and a heart-shaped tail comes out from her lower back, wrapping itself around her thigh. Seems like this girl is actually a succubus. What.

She has an hourglass figure with wide hips, a tiny waist, juicy thighs, and an ass so big you can see it from the front. Her prominent tits stretch the chest area of her clothes to the limit, you can see her hardened nipples poking through the fabric... She is extremely curvy, even for a succubus.

Her plump body is squeezed into a dark-blue, long-sleeved full bodysuit with a little hole on the back for her tail to hang free. She wears a small, cyan tabard on top of it, said tabard sporting a cross-shaped white patch sewed on its middle, the representative symbol of the church of Sana. Pair of brown boots and leather gloves cover her feet and hands, a pouch hangs at the side of her body, a wooden cross necklace adorns her neck.

"...Are you a succubus?" You grunt.

"Y-yes. I am." She tries to calm herself, clearing her throat. "I'm Sophia. Priestess of the church of Sana. N-nice to meet you..."

"Give me a fucking break... Who thought it would be a good idea to let one of your kind into the city? Your race is one of evil creatures, every last one of them. The only good succubus is a dead succubus." You spitefully look down at the curvy little thing from up your towering height. In your long time in the army, you saw what succubi and incubi are capable of doing in battle... Heartless beasts with an equal lust for blood and sex... Despite your words, Sophia's arousal doesn't come to a halt, it instead gets worse. Cheeks coloring red, buckets of sweat dripping across her forehead, long tail tightly squeezing harder around her own leg...

"Oh goddess, your voice is so deep... C-can you please **** me and call me a filthy succubus slut?"

"No." You simply say, glaring at the succubus' eyes for a single second before starting to shut the door on her face.

"W-wait! S-sorry, I don't know what happened to me. I'm usually better at... controlling my impulses." She hurriedly walks within the door crack, blocking the door and preventing you from completely closing it. "I've been living with humans most of my life! I-I don't-"

"Go back to your church and tell them to bring someone else, succubus." You keep trying to close the door. Her figure still trapped in the small crevice, tightly squeezed against the door frame, the excess of curves on her buxom body spilling everywhere as the wooden door presses on it.

"T-there is no one else, Sir... The rest of the priestesses are exhausted, they have been tending to wounded soldiers all day. I-I swear, I'm not like the other succubi! That's why I came to the Capital city, to join the church and help humans."

You silently look at her. This day just keeps getting better and better...

"C-can you pull the door back a little...? Pretty please?"

Letting out a defeated sigh, you wait a pair of seconds before completely opening the door and taking a step back. Better to just get this over with. "Come in. Hurry up." You gruffly command. Sophia presses her thighs together and bites her lower lip as you order her around, skipping into the room with quick short steps...