A familiar shape under the sheets.

Entering the room, a familiar voice instructs you to close the door. You oblige, drawing closer to the bed.

Your mother rises from beneath the sheets, not a stitch on her shapely body.

"There you are son, I've been so bored, waiting for you." She says in a sultry tone.

"I'm king. I have duties that occupy my time. Unfortunately." You add, close enough to touch her naked body now.

"And what a king. One month in and you're twice the man that wretch Bryce was." Marissa says.

"I take it you're here to say farewell?" You ask. Your mother nods.

"Something like that. I'm sure you'll enjoy the Contests, I always did. I do think you humans have a thing or two to teach my kind of depravity."

You'd heard the rumours, of course. With the Contests bringing the best of two nation's athletes and warriors together, as well as nobles and royals in a remote location, the potential for perversion was obvious. It was something you were rather excited to experience first-hand.

"But, spare a thought for me, stuck in this castle, only doddering old lords to warm my bed." Marissa sulks.

"And Alanna." You remind her. You could never really pity anyone who could summon _that _into her sheets whenever she so desired.

"Be that as it may, I find it sad, to be so far from the debauchery. Perhaps it'll only be a matter of time before the beloved former Regent passes away, and I find new fun..."

"Don't leave me with all the other humans, Mother." You smile, groping her. "As long as I'm King, there'll be plenty of debauchery."

Heartened, Marissa locks the door, slowly sheds her human disguise and pounces on you.

"Let me give you something to remember me by, my beloved son!" She purrs. Gazing up at her curvaceous purple flesh, you smile. You'd have to fuck a lot of toned, flame-haired twats in the Valley before you forgot one glimpse of this.

Marissa mounts you, riding you with every bit of demonic fierceness, wings splayed against the ceiling of your four-poster bed.

"Harder, Edward!" She urges you, your madness mirrored her in her red eyes. Her tail swats down, stinging your thighs, as a jockey would spur on a racehorse.

You're not about to disobey this... vision astride you.

Ever since that fateful day, when you received your first glimpse of her, your conception of beauty hasn't been fair-skinned, blonde-haired and demure, but a wild-eyed lusty monster, straight from the shores of hell.

"I love you!" You howl, gripping Marissa's arse with your one good hand. As a lover, as a son, the pair of you know it's both, or some strange hybrid of the two.

"Cum for me, beloved." Marissa implores you. "Cum for me!"

Compelled by her words as much as by her beauty and ungodly talent, you oblige her. Your cum flies into the very womb that brought you into the world. That fact gives you a demented thrill, just as much as it does every time your cock or your tongue ventures inside her.

"You'd better go." the succubus tells you. "You've a lot to attend to, I know."

"Try not to kill anyone while I'm away." You tell her, putting just enough **** into it to impress the importance of your request to her. You're King now, the days of her picking off courtiers in a fit of sexually demented pique are over. Unless she includes you, of course.

"I promise, son." Marissa smiles, letting you get one last good look at her naked, unholy form before you swing the door open.

"Enjoy the Contests, Edward." Marissa yawns. "When you return, we'll have much to discuss. I think it's time you finally met your grandfather, for one."

On that note, you slip out of your quarters.