Power, Tower, and Sex

“I see you picked up an interesting spell a while back,” said Infera with amusement in her voice.

“Some of the mages showed it off, and I’m the sort to pick up on things pretty quickly,” said Delvin in an amused matter-of-fact manner, “and knowing a spell like this allows me to arrange a special space for significant guests,” he gave a wink as headed toward the door, “it also means I can charge a bit more for the space since it’s more than just a room.” He led her inside, “the first floor is an empty space for storage and the like,” he led the demoness up the ladder as she returned to her natural state, “the second floor is a study filled with all the materials the spell generates,” he led her to the other side of the room and up the ladder, “the third floor is the lounge, all the comforts the spell provides,” they moved up to the next level, “floor five is the dining hall, all its amenities the spell provides,” he led her up to the next level, “floor six is the bedroom, all the amenities the spell provides,” he gestured to the next ladder, “and the top level is the observatory, with all that the spell provides.”

“Very nice,” said Infera looking over at the bed, “I see you made it just big enough to be reasonable for the room but also able to accommodate multiple occupants.”

“Three, to be precise,” said Delvin with a smirk, “it cuts down on the likelihood of occupants unintentionally finding themselves on the floor.”

“How long does this tower last? I don’t want to run out the clock for you; that would be…unsatisfactory,” she licked her lips provocatively. “Before we begin, I will tell you this much, your action to fully corrupt someone must involve intentional sexual release on your part; doing this will finish the target’s corruption and trigger their demonic transformation; the transformations are determined by what you decide about the one being corrupted and their personal aspects on all levels. But your will still influences how the transformation goes most strongly. So I’ll discuss how to begin and manipulate the corruption process after you demonstrate your sexual prowess to me, by using my figure in the most literal of senses.”

Delvin just rolled his eyes as he removed his attire, revealing his well-portioned muscles while doing so, and after he removed his undergarments, his penis, and ballsack. While his features probably wouldn’t rival any incubus anytime soon, his member and balls were definitely not something to scoff about; Delvin was, in fact, quite well-endowed when it came to his groin; he just didn’t like bragging or showing it off. Infera cooed with delighted surprise at the sight and presented herself sensually on the bed.

Delvin, rather unceremoniously but surprisingly skillfully, began fucking the succubus in her presented sex. He pounded, plowed, and pumped her hard, and almost twenty minutes later, the whole thing stopped. Both were panting a little heavily. While catching his breath, Delvin saw the mark of the Lord of Corruption appear on both his waist and member in a bright scarlet tattoo with emerald and violet accents; the inner accents were violet while the out accents were emerald; he also noticed his member expand to 18 inches before compressing to half its usual size before settling about 30 percent bigger than it was before he had fucked the succubus, his tail grew another few inches to be just slightly longer than Infera’s disguise, and his horns went from nubs to jutting almost straight up and almost making two half of a spiked crown almost a foot and a half above his head.

“Okay,” panted Delvin, "explanation time.”

“If you were not your father’s successor,” said Infera as she lightly panted, “the best you could have hoped for before I drained you of everything was three minutes. Now, on to business. To corrupt someone, all you need to do is touch them or something they will come in contact with or ingest; ingestion usually has the highest success rate; pour a bit of your power into something you are in contact with or something in immediate contact with what you are in contact with. After that, sit back and watch as your power slowly corrupts them; since you are still coming into the power, it won’t be uncommon for your corruption within them to take the better part of a week or month to take hold; after the corruption reaches a certain point within your target, they will actively seek you out. Once that happens, all you have to do is fuck them and unload your fiendish essence into them directly to complete their corruption; when that happens, they will be transformed into your own completely and totally loyal subordinate demon. What kind they are depends on both you and them, but each one will be sexy and have physical aspects that make them tempting to mortals, thus open them up to be corrupted by you more easily; once you get powerful enough, you will be able to fully corrupt your targets with barely a gesture, but I think you’ll mostly continue the way you started because of how enjoyable it is. You said you had someone in mind?”

“Yeah,” said Delvin, “but getting to her will take a little more effort than you might be comfortable with.”

“I’m a patient demon,” said Infera in a sultry voice, “I suggest your newly minted subordinates take on new names after being reborn as demons.”

“I have a feeling that they will be doing that of their own volition,” said Delvin as he reapplied his attire.

“How long does the tower last,” inquired Inferra.

“A full day,” said Delvin nonchalantly, “but after my first target is changed into the first of my loyal demon sluts, the tower will almost seem like an afterthought with what she brings to the table.”

“Excellent,” said Infera, “does anyone here know your true origins?”

“Out here, at the fringes of the kingdom, not really. At best, they know that some kind of fiend is part of my ancestry, but they probably don’t know how closely. Also, we don’t need to worry about the need to worry about altering my appearance; some demon-kin have been known to experience dramatic cosmetic changes when they get a surge of magical energy; I can probably use this as a means of drawing my target to a point I can begin her corruption. Feel free to spend the rest of the day here if you want,” said Delvin as he made his way out of the tower, descending the stairs.

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A few minutes later, Delvin was back at the inn and held up his key to undo the arcane lock that the key had placed on the door and headed back inside. Delvin looked around his counter for a few minutes before he found the box he was looking for; it had been a while since he had last used any of the contents of the simple wooden box and pulled off the lid as he set it on the counter. Delvin then pulled out a small stone ear and spoke into it; the guild communications officer in charge of its partner responded back a moment later, asking what Delvin wished to discuss; Delvin responded back that it was almost time for his in-person meeting with the guild master and I thought they could do it at the inn this time around, it was still pretty dead around the place at the moment, and she really needed to get out of her office every now and then.

The guild communications officer replied back with her agreement and said she would pass the message along to the guild master; Delvin then put the stone ear back into his box and closed it before putting it away again. He then headed into the kitchen to start brewing up something warm to chat over, maybe cider or tea; coffee was a luxury not really seen in these parts. The inn, and the neighboring Adventurerers’ Guild, were out at the outer edge of the kingdom; where Delvin had dropped the tower for a day was pretty close to the last border of the kingdom he had seen a map a while back. So even though tea was pricy in the area, it was still purchasable. Delvin also started cooking up a beef stew and baking some cornbread, he had plenty of the raw materials for the foods, and he knew that his requested guest rather enjoyed those foods because of their nostalgic appeal to her.

Delvin knew if this were done at the guild building, he would have a much harder time testing this new power he supposedly had; at the inn, he had much more control over it; Delvin was still skeptical, mostly because he heard of tall tales with little to no proof, and one diary written by his mother wasn’t going to be enough for him to fully trust what he had been told, but he was at least willing to entertain everything he was told for a few days.

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Almost three hours after calling up to the guild, a sexy woman in basic wizard’s robes walked in and sat down at the table closest to the kitchen; Delvin used his magic to warm the bowl and plate of food he had prepared in advance, letting some of his new power flow into the foods as he did so; it was time to start testing the claims he inherited powerful corruptive abilities.

Felnira Chill was an interesting figure, to say the least; the sixty-plus-year-old woman still had that hot body younger people wanted to lust after; she aged much more gracefully than most other humans; she had a slightly curvy build that was noticeably busty, her bust was easily a set of DDD-Cups, possibly E-Cup in size; her hair was graying in an almost artistic pattern, she had long since stopped worrying about gray hair showing up in her reflection and portraits; and her black hair framed her face rather well, even if it did have a few streaks of gray. Long story short, Felnira was a milf of the highest caliber, and she practically knew it. Felnira was a Wizard that specialized in ice magic, likely due to the abundance of monsters vulnerable to cold-based attacks in all the places she had been; she had earned the last name of Chill from the prior nobility when she was still in her twenties, she had earned the moniker of “Lady Winter” just a decade later. Felnira had a promising future when she was early into her life as an Adventurer; she even got dozens upon dozens of marriage requests but turned them all down because she was more interested in advancing her knowledge of the arcane and magics. Before she knew it, Felnira had become an old maid and a near-shut-in; she was appointed to be master of the guild way out in a place that didn’t even have a community, just an inn, and the guild. She took the job because she figured that was all her life was good for now, watching over the younger generation. She had very few friends, Delvin wasn’t a friend, but he was definitely more than an acquaintance. Felnira had been the fifth child in a farming family; she had dozens of siblings that were both older and younger than she was; she had lucked out when a passing mage had tested her hometown’s children on their talent for understanding magical symbols; she had been one of 3 children (and the only girl) to show promise in the study of the arcane arts. Cornbread and beef stew were a treat reserved for special occasions at the farmhouse, and she usually couldn’t get it all that often on the road as an Adventurer, so the dish was always special when she got it.

Of the many innkeepers, cooks, and chefs to have made the dish she requested, Delvin was one of a very small handful that somehow managed to get close to her mother’s cooking; every dish he made almost felt nostalgic to Felnira. And this time, this time something felt a bit different than other times before, but not in the wrong way. Delvin was a good kid; his mother had been taken advantage of by some kind of Demon or Devil when she ran the inn. Felnira was sad to say the guild dropped the ball on that one; the incident had actually been about a week before she took on the role as the new guild master; she instituted a lot of changes back then. Dalia knew just what was needed to make Felnira’s day a bit more bearable; the people she had assigned to help that woman out became overwhelmed in the incident that left that woman and many of the town’s people dead. The nearest town, Halderstead, was a good three-hour journey by horse or carriage, they had their own Adventurer’s guild, but that town had a reputation for its Adventurers being either pretty callous or straight-up apathetic; it was almost like they lost all sense of importance and empathy every time anyone interacted with them.