Step One: The Interview

John glanced up at her information, and struggled to hide his surprise.

Status Effects: Terminal Demon Illness (Amor)
Relationship Score: 48

Ulshat felt so unsure of herself that she was about ready to break back down into a nervous wreck. I-I just have to relax! If I relax... breathe in, breathe out... just let... l-let yourself do whatever comes naturally... yeah... Unconsciously, she let her body do what it wanted, and a wave of relaxation washed over as she finally found a small, calm place for herself. Just... I just want him to notice me... and... oooh, why did they tell me everything except how to talk with men?! It isn't natural for me, damn it! Calm down, calm down... just go with the flow... if you're calm, maybe he'll like you... and...

Ulshat's eyes fluttered to a close, and her breathing slowly became less erratic. John found himself pitying the demon, wondering how or why such creatures could suffer such anxiety... right up until her hands slowly drifted forward. John followed them, unsure, then unbelieving, then unable to deny the fact that this nervous little waif was trying to stroke his dick through his pants. Her deft little fingers caressed the crest of its head, and the half-hard imprint in his pants grew into a rigid, apparent foot of cock. Had he not the policy of keeping Gamer's drive as low as possible, he might've jumped the nervous thing then and there, and notably she had gone from calm to sighing her every breath. She was obviously ready to go, too.

But she was a succubus, and John was no fool. "What do you think you're doing?"

Ulshat's eyes snapped open, and her creeping calm and warmth crashed right into a state of fear. "W-What?" She looked down, having lost herself in the meditation exercise, and had to press her lips together to not "eep" at the sight, the feeling of the penis at her fingertips. She wanted to want to take her hands away but really she wanted to unzip his pants and drink that cock more than she wanted her jammies. No! No! No! Yes! Wait!

"I don't know a lot about demons," he muttered in a tone that finally made her withdraw her hands, "but I'm pretty sure this would be a bad idea."

This is a bad idea... I'm a bad idea... The thought echoed in the cavern of despair that was Ulshat. He didn't say it, but she felt it. Her version echoed through her and tortured that new warmth she learned.

Rejection. Denial. He loathed her, she was sure of it.

She stood from him abruptly, and John allowed her the distance; he couldn't feel less threatened by her, as it was. Instinctively she knew she had to overcome him, to gain back the trust she just lost by any means necessary. More than her job, which was certainly at risk here, was the desire in her to be wanted, to be yearned for... to have her feelings reciprocated, no matter the cost. Her breaths became short, but she assured herself it would be okay; even without experience, she knew what her kind were capable of almost out of instinct, and this mage was still a man after all. She focused her magical influence through her eyes as she met his... and smiled.

Ulshat tried to use charm person on John Newman! It failed.

Ulshat targeted you with charm person! You are immune.

Two pop-ups, one for an attack by his **** and another for the attack from an enemy. John frowned at these before dismissing them. "Ulshat."

"Y-Yes?" Did... did it work? Is he going to confess... oh! My heart feels like it's going to explode, I feel so happy, this is right, this is exactly what I want-

"I've already had a pretty long day when it comes to women trying to control my mind with magic," he muttered darkly, "so if you ever try that again, you'll regret it." Ulshat stared at him, and all that confidence and smiling slowly melted away. John nodded back, believing she got the hint. Hopefully now she drops this pathetic act of hers... how did I ever think something as infamous as a succubus would actually be innocent or ****? They really had my number when they sent down something so-

Her lip started to tremble. Fresh tears poured down her cheeks. Her entire body joined in that tremor in her lip, and small, pathetic noises started to rise in her throat.

"W-Wait, I mean, I understand-"

"I-I-I... I-I'm... s-sorry... I just... I really... want you t-to like me, and... I'm scared... and it's a defense mechanism... a-and you're the first man I've ever met, and you're so... so much, and-and... and I really... eeeeEeeeeh-!"

Five minutes later...

Ulshat's hands drifted to her sides, and she posed with renewed confidence over her prey. "Did you truly think calling me would benefit you? Foolish mortal... when I'm done with you, you will beg to ride to Hell between my thighs, and the heat of my distaste for your pitiful cockmilk will melt you with its intensity. Then, when you've become naught but gibberings and ash... and only then," Ulshat whispered, her eyes gazing intensely at John, her pose lording over him, "I might... spare you one... final..." Her hands drifted down her front, and teased a path towards her sex. "... journey."

John returned that fiery stare for a time... and then clapped encouragingly. "Wow! That was really intense!"

Dumbfounded, she leaned forward with glittering hope in her eyes. "R-Really?"

"Hell yeah! You really know how to paint a picture with words! I mean, riding to Hell between your thighs... damn!"

"W-What about the part about, um, cockmilk? Was it, y'know," she waved her hands as if to emphasize, "too much?"

"It's so derisive, Ulshat..." Her face almost fell. "... so it's perfect!"

John nodded with his genuine, erotica-writing seal of approval, and a thrill ran through Ulshat. Her eyes lit up as she jumped in the air, her arms and oversized sleeves flailing. "Yes! Thank you!"

The two had remained in the parsed reality for a few, awkward minutes. It had taken John most of that time to comfort her enough to accepting that he accepted her apology, all while continuing to swat her hands away from his penis, where her fingers seemed to want to live. It had ended on a bizarre compromise: letting her deliver the speech she had been preparing for this moment.

"S-So..."

"Hmm?"

"I-I... I know I'm... new, at this, and I'm not very good at it so far but... a-are... are you going to keep me?" She practically whispered it from across the room, but the actual void of sound from outside (that did not exist in the barrier) meant John heard every syllable.

"Is there a reason I shouldn't?"

"N-No!"

He raised an eyebrow, and began to consider it as he reclined into the loveseat. "Let's see... Do you submit to me?"

She flinched. She looked around as if to find some kind of moral support, or an answer from some witness to her every action. She found none. She swallowed hard and drew near, her hands held together in a small knot of sleeves before her chest. "I... I'm not sure what you... what you mean."

John checked her statistics again, and still it offered no label indicating that she was capturable, no matter how submissive she seemed. "There was a weird message when I was given possession of you." She listened attentively. "It said I couldn't bring branded monsters into the temple... which I thought was strange, since all of my monsters are branded. Are you... already bound to someone else?"

She nodded. "Everyone who works for the Extinction Kings is bound to the Extinction King himself... but I've also been bound to that bell," she motioned with her head to the device on the table behind her, "so I serve whoever possesses the bell that is also blessed by my contract... w-which is just you, Master!"

"So I can't claim you for myself?" Her heart skipped a beat. If only he could! "What can I and can't I have you do, then?"

"I-I'm yours to claim- COMMAND! I mean command... as you will."

John sighed as he contemplated the puzzle before him. He tapped on her interface and read into Sex Eater, just to be sure it was still disabled.

Sex Eater, passive, disabled
Sex Eater: the succubus gains power by draining life from its victims via sexual pleasure, and similarly loses power while enjoying it herself. (This quality has been disabled, and so its effects, positive or negative, are nullified.)

Scary stuff... and there's no telling if it would stay disabled, or if I could get away if it did turn back on. John stared at her status screen a bit longer... and noticed the name styling. "Succubus minimus..." She waited quietly for more. "You... did you have a name, before Ulshat?"

She stared at him for longer than she intended, and...

Flash.

... slowly, she remembered that she did. It was a name, such that only sexual demons might be able to understand it. How did I... forget that? "I do... but it's... not one I can really help you understand, Master."

John smirked. "It's not a bunch of harp music, is it?"

Ulshat cringed as if struck. "Goodness, no! It's just a very particular kind of orgasm."

John blinked. "I'm sorry?"

"An orgasm... well, a male orgasm... That is, the kind of orgasm when the man knows he's doing something wrong, and that the one he is making love to doesn't love him, and then he focuses on the physical gratification, reducing her to an object for his pleasure, which reflects onto him a kind of regret that mixes with the ejaculation and makes the entire event... bittersweet." She smiled with her eyes closed, and when they snapped open, magnified by her glasses as they were, she looked sheepishly at John's own wide-eyed stare. "Ah... I-I'm sorry, I'm not saying you know what that's like, o-or any... it's just what it... is."

John started to wonder if that had been a sensation familiar to him. I never regretted it until after... He admonished himself, and cleared his throat. "... Well, I have some experience in names I can't pronounce, so that's fine."

<No, John Newman.>

Quiet.

"Is... Ulshat not to your liking?"

"What does it mean?"

"It is the mixture of smegma with the blood of a virgin anus when violently punctured," she happily chirped, leaving John visibly stunned. "Ah... sorry! I forget that some things aren't really... okay to say to humans."

"I-It's fine... I mean, just saying things... not that name though. It's not even really your name, and it's... that." Ulshat shrugged. She wasn't particularly attached to the name, true enough; she hadn't even considered that fact in all her years at the office. "Let's see... a good... succubus name..."

"If... Master is asking..."

"Would I be able to pronounce it?" Crestfallen, she remained silent. "It's just that I'd like it to be something we both understand... hmmm..."

John looked her over, trying to gauge her dimensions through the pajamas, and all the while she stared, hopelessly, at the growing erection evident in his pants. It throbbed with a kind of presence, like a pulse in Ulshat's ears, and she needed desperately to have it inside her. It was a terrifying instinct; it was exacerbated by the warmth she felt as he eyed her, and she started to suspect he'd finally start to give in if she'd only tease him a bit more manually this time. She reached for the zipper at the collar of her hood-

"You look more like a Lilith than a Morrigan..."

"W-What?!" Her hands froze.

"Ah... I'm just saying... well, I doubt you guys get Darkstalkers in the Abyss..."

"W-We do, but the office gets fumigated every Sunday!" John would have to let that one slide, or they'd be here all day. "B-But why did you say... Her... name?"

John rubbed his chin. "Who, Morrigan, or Lilith? Well, I mean the 'why' isn't important, you just really look like a Lilith."

Ulshat pulled on her long bunny ears, and the googly eyes of her hood are almost copied in her terrified gaze. "Please don't name me after the Mother of Thorns..."

"The Mother of Thorns?"

She flinched anew, the nervous wreck that she was becoming, and shook her head violently, still holding onto the ears as she went. "P-Please forget I said that! I couldn't explain it if I wanted to!"

"... Lily, then."

"What?"

"Well, you're no Morrigan," he explained, doing his best to not look at her non-existent breasts as he said it, "and you don't want to be called Lilith, so... Lily. Would you be alright with that name?"

Ulshat looked around, again as if addressing some unseen audience... and still none existed to tell her what to do. Unsure, but wanting to cooperate, she nodded quietly.

"Lily it is." John's interface made the change, and she seemed to test the word out quietly for herself. "So, what's your name?"

"... Lily, Master."

"So after your real master... you just serve me, right?" She nodded. "Good."

She suddenly drew near, and John nearly blinked away for all his caution... but she stopped just before him, glancing down at him with her magnified eyes... and then down at his crotch. He followed her innocent-enough gaze to the engorged lump in his pants; he started to suspect he was forgetting to reduce it to a more humble size on purpose. "Master, I appreciate the name... and... and your kindness until now... but I... that is... it's not my place... but..." Just ask for his cock, Ulshat... no, Lily. Just demand it. You're a strong, independent succubus, and you will have that cock inside you, once and for all! Because you want him! No! Stupid, stupid stupid, you don't want anything! A succubus is a want incarnate! You can't just keep-

John peered up at her for a time before he rose from his seat, standing mere inches now from the girl. His instinct to protect this bizarre little **** dropped his paranoid guard for now. She looked up at him, and visibly trembled. "Are you alright... Lily?"

Ba-bump.

"No..." He actually looked concerned, and she lowered her head again, her body quaking as she felt isolated, even here in this room, this close to John Newman, to her bounty hunter... to her bounty hunter's cock. How did Gxngreegle put it? She could become a **** to it... God, she would if he only asked. She would do anything he asked, anything at all... and it terrified her, this alien feeling of wanting to do for another, to be for another. It was unbecoming of a demon, let alone one of want, to want for such things. It was weakness. It was pathetic, just like she was, just like everyone always reminded her-

A gentle hand found its way onto her head through the felt of her hoodie... and she looked up at his face, at that expression of genuine, human concern. Her chest was overflowing. "Master...!"