Someone Gets Discovered

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Zellira glanced around her mother's shoulders and instinctively gulped.

Mother's extended razor sharp nails sized through the food ingredients as if they were made out of butter. She then tilted the cutting board, slid the produce off onto the kitchen counter, and continued cutting, all in the course of a few seconds. It happened so fast she couldn't even see the moment of contact between mother's blade-like nails and the food. One second they were intact; the next, there was just a scattered assortment of diced food. Would she be like mother one day? Calm, assertive... powerful...

It went without saying that Mother's presence alone was enough to lower the jaws of onlookers. Many instinctively feel the urge to glance away, lower their heads, or perhaps even kneel the moment she enters their general vicinity. Well, anyone who is aware of who exactly Mother is. It is rather effortless to make out a succubus by their sight alone; unmistakable beauty, thoroughly and naturally sexualized figure, and varying traits of demonic origin, to give a few examples. But not many might be able to tell at first glance who Mother truly is. That being a member of the Mhyrlisa family and the sister of Heleva, the dark succubus queen.

Mother's power as a succubus rivals to a standstill that of Heleva; being truthful, it is an interesting sight to see. As in, her mother butting heads with her aunt. With how Heleva likes to proclaim herself as a being even the gods fear; yet the most dangerous and deadly mistress of the succubus race has to stand on the same pedestal as her sister. A sister that truly doesn't care for complete subservience and power.

That is one of the many things Zellira will always love about Mother.

She is cold, yet kind; stern, and lenient. She is always expecting the utmost response from others while also providing the same level of respect, if not more, to everyone who interacts with her. She has the power to rule and spread fear over everyone she meets, just like aunt Heleva, but she never bothers to pursue a life that would cause detriment to others.

A woman Zellira would love to develop into one day...

"Zellira." Mother's voice rose up. Her beautifully crafted nose shifted as her nostrils faintly flared.

Eyes blinking, Zellira looked up to her tall mother's eyes. "Yes, mother?"

Mother's pillowy lips formed into a knowing smile. "Are you going to put yourself to work here, or?"

"Uh!" Zellira stuttered. She licked her soft lips and glanced around before rushing to the sink to rinse her hands. "R-right. Of course, mother!"

With the two of them working, it only took minutes for all of the food ingredients to be diced and assorted into neat piles on the wooden cooking tray. Mother was busy drying her hands on a light-blue wool cloth as she watched Zellira lift the tray over the pot of boiling water.

"Mhmm..." Mother hummed; her crisp voice rang through the thick air. "So about the boy. How long do you intend to hide him from me?"

If Zellira wasn't sweating from the heat of the furnace before, she certainly felt the beginnings of sweat coming on now. The words alone that left Mother's mouths were enough to cause the strength to die from her arms.

Mother's blinding speed was, well- blinding. She appeared directly beside Zellira and took hold of both her and the wooden tray before either could fall. "I didn't say you could faint on me, dear." She said coyly.

"I- I- M-" Zellira's innocent voice pittered out as an incoherent mumble. "I do not- M- Mother I-" She gulped and took a few steps away from the hand Mother had on her back. "I do not know what you are talking about."

"Nonsense." Mother frowned. She lifted the tray at an angle and let the ingredients topple into the cooking pot before closing the furnace gate shut. "I did not bring you up to lie to my face, daughter." She placed down the tray and added. "Besides, you are quite inept when it comes to falsifying the truth."

Zellira blinked a few times in silence.

How did mother know of the boy stowing away in her closet? He had stayed there the whole day, and mother was absent the time he was here. Since arriving at the mansion, Mother never left the kitchen. It didn't make sense how she would come to the conclusion that there was an unknown guest in her household.

"What are you saying, Mother?"

Mother cleared her throat after licking her lips softly. She took a few steps forward and gradually raised her hand to stroke Zellira's cheek. "I love you, daughter." She breathed. "So I tell you this as a warning. Do not try to lie to me."

Zellira's yellow eyes shimmered as she gulped in response.

"Where is the boy?"

I'm not a pet.

And definitely not one for some playful succubus to keep in her closet all day. For what? What does this teenaged succubus serve to gain by taking me up off the streets to keep me entrapped in her closet? While, yes, this closet does provide more protection from the outside environment than I have ever received in my life. It's warm, has comfortable carpeting, and I was even provided with delicious food.

I. Am no. Pet.

Life was finally setting on the path to turn around for me. I was painfully close to grabbing my own independence. When I secured myself a class, I could finally work for something in the world that I could claim as my own; and now, out of all times, some random succubus in need of sick entertainment decided to use me as her personal toy.

That was what went through my mind when I decided to venture out of the closet I had been using as a home for the majority of the day. My first few steps were rather hesitant, which is understating how slow I was moving, but I dashed towards the closest window after a few moments to build my confidence.

That's when, safe to say, I lost any and all of that aforementioned confidence I had managed to build up for myself. One glance out this window told me all I needed to know about who had kidnapped me and where I am.

A mansion, quite literally a mansion in every way of the word. One of the only few mansions in all of Archwood. This one, in particular, stood high up above the village that appeared relatively small in comparison. With a curving road that cascaded down the well-paved grass behind two massive walls that held gates to the premises, I had no doubt in my mind where I was.

The Mhyrlisa mansion.

The only mansion in town to be owned by a succubus; a succubus that wasn't your average run-of-the-mill demon, but one that was related to Heleva Mhyrlisa, the vicious queen of all succubi. Anyone who pays attention to anything would recognize this castle or the family that lives inside those walls. I had much time to get to know them from the many times their carriage cruised through the streets as if they were above everyone they passed. Which, in all fairness, they were. No one dared to give Mistress Mhyrlisa a hard time, or anytime at all for that matter; it was best to leave her alone. While there is a treaty that all succubi, including the mistress of the Mhyrilsa mansion, must abide by, nothing is stopping her from committing a mass genocide if she woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Eventually, she would be stopped, especially with the aid of Imogene Stormblade, though the casualties that would then be left behind isn't something anyone wants to consider. Mistress Mhyrlisa's level of power isn't known by the public, but being related to Heleva made most assume she was a threat herself by association alone.

But **** me must go against the treaty? Right? The only point of such a treaty is to protect-

I blinked.

It doesn't matter. Right now, I need to get the hell out of this place.

I glanced out the window and down to the multiple flours to the ground below. The mansion was huge, which undersold just how large it truly was; unfortunately, I seemed to be on the topmost level. A drop from this height would spell the end of my life. Though staying in this building much longer would no doubt lead to my **** as well. Both outcomes were rather adverse if I were honest.

But in truth, I'd rather take to dealing with the risk of gravity than a family of succubi. I pulled up the window and took hold of the window sill as the cold air buffeted my face. The setting sun cast a dim light across the town and out to the extending horizon; with night approaching along with the high position of this window, a portion of me was considered going back into the closet.

*THHUMPWHOOOOOOOOOOSH*

Suddenly.

I felt that I didn't have a choice anymore.

Not sure what gave it away... perhaps it was the sudden sound of a door being thrust open, along with a powerful gust of air (that wasn't cold from the fresh outdoors) that rushed past me and the distinct presence of someone behind me. My shoulders tensed, my throat dried, and my knees buckled. I wasn't a warrior, a hero, or even a supporting citizen of this forsaken city! Just a fucking terrified runt who was a nobody in life and about to be a nobody in ****. Maybe that's why I was taken; these succubi could use me in any way they desire without breaking their sacred treaty.

My first instinct was to jump. The window was open; it was just waiting for my escape. But to what end would that cause? The fall would kill me. If not, the succubi could follow me out. They have fucking wings. Not to mention a powerful succubus, or creature of any kind, tends to be rather fast. By the sound alone, whoever's behind me came out of nowhere at the speed of a soaring arrow.

"Good afternoon." A quite mature, sultry voice breathed out from behind; the voice alone was clear yet had a steady draw that revealed distinct suspicion.

If I was going to be remembered by anything, it wouldn't be the guy who jumped out a window to die in a panicked state of anguish. I calmed my nerves by taking a deep breath and began to turn around.

With clenched fists, I turned around to see.. A black belt with a golden star-shaped charm in the middle. However, the belt was strapped around the upper stomach of a slender feminine body. A very.. very... tall, slender body, clad in a purple dress which clung tightly to her figure from the belt and dropped down to a skirt that barely reached her lower exposed thighs. Of course, with how tall this woman was and her stomach sitting at my line of sight, I naturally glanced slightly up, which is when I saw the most enormous breasts my eyes have ever seen in the full span of my homeless life. Huge would be an understatement. The word huge didn't even describe them properly; those boobs would encompass my head, and then some. It didn't help my poor mind that she also was wearing a decently low cut dress or at least one that was still reasonably modest; it just didn't account for the sheer size of her breasts since a healthy overflow of cleavage spilled out over the top. A single necklace with a small golden star rested gently between her fruits, but that was almost impossible to see. This woman's sheer height towered over me to the point where all I saw past her slim waist and stomach was her surplus of boobage. Silver hair cascaded down her shoulders, but her face was entirely out of sight.

That was until she took hold of me by my ragged shirt and lifted me up a few feet off the ground. I flinched and blinked rapidly as she looked on at me with a cold stare, one that displays a faint smirk at the corner of her reflectively blue pillowy lips. Now seeing her face, I could only attempt to describe her as the very definition of pure sexualized beauty. One matured enough to know that her blemishless perplexion and defined features left her as possibly the most attractive creature alive.

The woman tilted her head. "Are you a threat to my daughters?"

I just stared at her in shock. My mouth and mind failed to even begin to formulate a response. Now that I could see her perfect face, her eyes with ruby red irises shot fear directly into my heart; they quite literally glowed while boring a hole straight into me. Demons tend to have the entirety of their eyes entirely engulfed, but having two glowing beads boring directly into me might be effectively more fright-inducing.

She held me like I weighed less than nothing and casually brought me closer to her face. Her eyes closed, and she brought her nose close to my stomach and inhaled deeply. I then found myself turned around where her nose sniffed my back and thighs. She spun me again, and I stifled a gasp when her rose homed in on my crotch.

*SNIIIIIIIFFF* *Snif-Snif*

"Aroused.." She sighed.

*Snif*

"And.. scared..."

*Snif-Snif*

The woman frowned. "Are you a victim?" She questioned me.

YES! Yes, I am a victim, before and currently. The woman twice my size and me lifted more than a few feet off the floor and was sexually assaulting me. Why is she even bothering to raise the question? If I had a class, if I had a goddamn class, I could do something, anything to at least attempt to get out of this situation.

My mouth hesitantly opened.

"Zellira!" The woman held her frown as she boomed her voice throughout the mansion. The sound itself caused our very surroundings to shake softly. "Come in here this instant!"

Apparently, this Zellira person wasn't too far away. "Yes, mother?" Her voice rang out meekly. I recognized it instantly as the original chick who kidnapped me.

She called this woman mother. Which implied...

Shit.

I should've presumed.

This woman was the owner is this household, Mistress Mhyrlisa. The woman who I have never seen but heard off, the most I have gotten to encounter her myself was her carriage; yet, I never saw the woman inside.

Fuck.

Until now, I suppose.

"He is aroused and fearful. I hope you did not pick this young man off the streets to serve as pray." Mistress Mhyrlisa said, or... what was her full name?... Elinnore, I believe is what I heard, Mistress Elinnore Mhyrlisa.

"MOTHER!" Zellira gasped; her yellow eyes trimmed slightly. "I would never do such a thing! You know this!"

"That I do..." Elinnore sighed. "Do not be worried," She said. While eyeing me, the intensity in her gaze diminished. "I, unlike my sister, believe that keeping the peace is more important than claiming a one-time meal. The act of feasting on the sexual lust of innocents is something we don't do in this house." She ended her sentence while staring at her daughter through the corner of her eyes. "Correct?"

"Of course." Her daughter nodded. "I brought him here but... but not because of that.."

"Is that so?" Elinnore shifted her gaze back to me and licked her lips. "Though, I would be lying if I claimed that my natural instincts aren't entirely interested in feeding off a little aroused youth like yourself... Alas..." She lowered me onto my feet, and I instantly collapsed onto the floor with how quickly my legs gave out. "It is against the treaty I persuaded my sister to establish. In a sense, praying on a citizen of this city would be stepping on my own rules."

I coughed with a staggered breath and glanced upwards. My position on the floor gave me a nearly perfect view up the bottom of her dress. I could even make out black panties that contrasted her pale skin.

"What is your name?" Mistress Mhyrlisa questioned after leaning down so that her breasts were no longer blocking the view of her face; of course, that action only displayed more of her breasts that were now hanging forward.

"I.. I.. Umm..." I stuttered again; the fear, arousal, and even more fear were making it hard to think straight.

The woman hefted her shoulders and sighed. "Well. Apologies for this, but I do need answers." Just then, she blinked, and her red eyes glowed with a pink aura that instantly turned my attention away from her huge breasts. It was almost like they had a magnetic pull that was somehow more forceful than the comprehensive view of cleavage.

"Tell me who you are, your class, where you live or come from, and what you were doing before my daughter brought you here." She said, her voice seemed to echo directly into my ears this time, though it was interpreted as a soft whisper that tickled the edges of my mind.

"My name is Ilex Greenstride." I found myself saying. For some reason, I just felt like ignoring any hesitance to explain everything to this woman. "I do not have a home. Nore a class, I was sleeping in an alleyway when I was taken here."

"Mother! Don't charm him!" Zellira said though she was ignored. While I was busy blinking away, a sudden fog that had appeared to cloud my mind, the woman that towered above me appeared lost in thought.

Her mouth was partly agape, and she muttered something under her breath.

"You.. are homeless?"

"I..." I blinked. "Yes."

"Without a class... Do you have identification?"

Awkwardly, I scooted away. "N- No. That's why."

"You're not a legal resident of this village." She licked her lips, a flash of hunger appeared on her face. "Which does imply that I am obligated to stick to the laws of the treaty... You. Aren't. Protected." Her ruby red eyes shone directly towards me. All I saw were two blood-colored dots that beamed over the swell of her enormous boobs, and suddenly I felt much more terrified than before. It was as if that realization unlocked a primal beast behind her original demeanor.

"No!" From beside me, there was a sudden rush that came from the woman's daughter. The younger chick moved fast, but the mistress was three times as responsive; she shot out her arm and completely blocked her daughter from moving any closer.

"Zellira." The succubus mistress said breathily. "Let me take advantage of this situation." Her tone of voice revealed a deep-seated hunger, and saliva coated her blue lips.

"But I-"

*WHHHHHHHHHHOOOSHH*

The mistress shifted ever so slightly, and before anyone could react, a massive gust of wind exploded from her position. Everything moved in a blur, the sheer ability of a demon was not to be undervalued, this woman's exact power level was an unknown factor, but it was one made entirely irrelevant with just how high it could potentially be. At a certain point, is it even possible to become more powerful? There's no limit to what one could push their level to become, but it is hard to distinguish someone whose level is in the tens of trillions from someone else who is in the twenties of trillions. Both individuals could potentially eradicate a pathetic beginner-level adventurer. The same scenario might not fully apply here, but while I don't know the mistress's exact level, it truly didn't matter as, by the speed at which she can move alone, she displayed that I am truly not even a threat that is worth considering.

The next thing I knew, I was in a completely separate room with my head spinning rapidly. I gritted my teeth, and despite my confused stopper, tried to move. Of course, it was to no avail; my arms were held by some unyielding ****, along with my legs. I was effectively pinned down to a cushiony and yielding bed, one that made my entire body seem petite with how large it was. The new scenery I found myself in was entirely void of light, or mostly so. A single blue flame was situated at the top of the bed frame, the soul light was the only thing that served to barely illuminate the room. Which even still only managed to light up the single bed I was stuck on. In the distance, through the pitch darkness, I could make out the faint outline of a curvaceous figure, one that was disrobing sensually.

All the while, two glowing irises stared directly at me, revealing a look of pure hunger.

Holy shit. Holy shit.

This is happening.

What exactly, I'm not sure. I've only heard the rumors of how succubi feed. Rumors that doesn't paint the act in a positive light; apparently, the sex both parties receive in the act is a pleasurable one. Though if it balances out the amount of fortified exhaustion and pain... That is unknown, as most who have had sex with a succubus don't live to recount the tale.

"I apologize for how things turned out." The mistress's cool voice oozed through the darkness. I could make out her shadow ridden hourglass-like figure as she sensually sashayed towards the bed I was restrained to. "But it has been far too long since I've last enjoyed the pleasurable experience of feeding in the way of my ancestors." Her ruby red eyes bored right into my soul as I felt this fully-developed woman's weight sink onto the bed.

I am going to die here. That is not a question even up for debate. Depression, sadness, and fear; were all the emotions floating through my head at the moment. Yet, despite those negative traits, the exact second she shifted in view of the minimalist light that illuminated the otherwise dark room, my erection skyrocketed to life and painfully begged to be released from my pants. This woman was solidified as the true definition of beauty from just the initial image I gained from her before, but what I saw now pushed the envelope to regions I hadn't even considered possible. The mistress stood above me on her bed as if a literal giant prepared to snuff out my very soul between her thighs, which were coated in a sheen of sweat. As massive as they were, her breasts naturally hung yet kept their perfectly healthy and appealing formation as they idly jiggled hypnotically against her toned chest. I know Gods and Goddesses do exist as beings who created aspects of this reality, and I am not sure if my eyes are looking at one right now. I could sense her heat pulsing out from her very core, her pussylips, bare and exposed, breathed out pants of arousal in the same vein as her opened and thoroughly moistened mouth breathed lust-filled moans.

The woman who had just previously displayed a high amount of self-respect, responsibility, and maintained composure, appeared to have lost any and all of that upon the realization that I wasn't legally cataloged as a member of Archwood.

"Why..." She said through a breathy sigh. "I will try my best to... Mmmmnnm..." Her bare feet toyed with my clothed erection, the tip of my member was discovered by her toe, and she proceeded to create a circular motion as she looked down on me. "Allow you to enjoy this.. as much as me." She then lowered herself down atop my crotch; her sizable thighs and roundly toned rear crushed my erect pulsating dick in a manner that did nothing but cause my penis to surge its blood-filled energy at double the efficiency.

I could hardly make out her face from behind her jiggling veil of breasts that wobbled atop her shapely figure, that is until she arched herself forward and maneuvered her face directly towards mine. Her boobs completely mashed over the entirety of my chest as her face closed in on me; she sluggishly licked at my lips and whispered directly onto me. "You are the release I did not know I needed..." Her ruby eyes grew in their ominous red glow; she licked her lips, and I could've sworn I saw her blue pillowy lips begin to gleam faintly. But in truth, the moment her diamond-hard nipples made contact with my bare stomach I lost all traces of focus.

She-

Wait... When did my shirt come off I-

"Nnngngh~" I held back a moan that tried to escape from the depths of my throat. My dick- I could feel something smooth... slender, with a sharp tip... teasing the head of..

"Shhh...." The woman cooed. Or, I think she did. Her lips mashed against mine and like that. Everything became a blur. "Mmmmmmnng'hh ~ Yes~ Yeemmnmmmm~ Hell... Your-"

*Knock* *Knock*

"Mother! Mother, please don't do this."

In an instant, the woman's glowing eyes diminished, and her lips were no longer heading a breathy aura. My head cleared, and I made out the towering mistress's naked body atop me, though this time, my mind didn't completely melt upon gazing at her. I was actually able to make out the fine details of her perfectly formed figure. Was this woman a goddess? And- My penis it's.. It's inside her!? I looked down at her monstrous thighs and rear end that mashed against me; while I couldn't see my crotch, I could feel a warm moist tightness that had a hold on my erection. Her tail was incredibly long and was tangled around my arms and legs; that explained why I was unable to move. She held back the full extent of my struggling by just her tail? By the gods, how am I still alive?

"Zellira! Return to your room! I am dealing with personal matters..." She glanced back at me, her eyes began to resume their glowing intensity, and yet again, my mind grew hazy as my dick stirred to life within her.

"Mother..." There was yet another bang at the door, yet this time it came out much more **** and hopeless. "Please... I... I brought him here to be protected. You promised we would live in peace..."

"This boy is not a member of this city." The woman sighed and spoke with a firm tone of voice. "So the peace will be maintained." Her attitude grew much more strict as she added. "Now return to your room AT THIS MOMENT. I am giving you a direct order Zellira." After a brief pause, she said. "I am not breaking the trust we gained from the treaty."

There was silence from outside the door that I could not even see through the darkness that was the majority of this room.

But, in a silent whisper, I could barely hear. "You're breaking my trust..."

That is- What I believed I heard. Though in truth, my mind was as good as much, just as I am as good as dead. My mind was a fog, and everything was inevitably reading to an eternal darkness of-

I blinked.

Everything became clear, and I could yet again make out the stunning matured woman sitting her massive body atop my crotch, which appeared almost minuscule in comparison. The succubus mother appeared to be deep in her own thoughts as she idly stared at the door. A frown was clearly adamant on her lips.

"This is ridiculous." She muttered under her breath. "My mansion. My daughters. I have no reason to abide by her sensitive nature. He's just one boy.. she'll recover.. she'll..." The woman exhaled a mighty sigh, one that caused her enormous breasts to rise and fall.

Was she... not going to finish me off?

I-

I just stared at her in silence and unintentionally soaked in every curve upon her naked, fully curvaceous figure. The succubus was lost in her own thoughts; she sat there right atop me as her body was still coated with sweat that reflected the light from the single blue flame off each curve on her matured body.

A full five minutes passed, and she sighed one mighty sigh. Two purple wings protruded from either side of her body, and like an angel rising out of the pits of a sexual hell, she removed herself off my dick which plopped out of the tight hold she had on it. She clapped her hands, and suddenly, the entirety of the room was illuminated in a bright waft of light. I was able to make out just how luxurious the room was, along with its sheer size. The one-room was bigger than the alleyway I grew up in tenfold. The woman's incredibly long tail uncurled around my arms and legs and instead wrapped around my stomach to completely lift me off the ground. Was I light? Or was she incredibly strong?

Perhaps both.

Because she carried me like that out of her bedroom as if I weighed nothing at all, but just her tail. On the way out, she casually grabbed her dress and jacket and put them on over her sexualized form. I was brought through the open and decorative halls of the mansion, it appeared to be one over fancified maze, and I already found myself lost by the time we reached the entrance to the only room I was familiar with. The woman raised her hand to knock, but it was already open.

The succubus mother knocked anyway and gently opened it wide.

"Zellira." She said softly. Her eyes scanned over to the rather large bed, particularly the body that was curled under the blankets. "You... You were right in regards to that- I was not setting a good influence by succumbing to my natural desires. Even if I can legally skirt around the treaty, that doesn't mean that I should. I am sorry."

The teenaged succubus poked her adorable head out from beneath the covers; she clearly had been crying.

Was she crying over me?

"T- Truthfully, mother? You don't want to go through with it" She blinked, and her eyes were-

I caught myself looking into her wavering yellow irises for too long and looked away; from what I learned about her mother, their eyes seem to have some type of mind-numbing effect.

"Oh no," The older succubus sighed. "I would have ended his life in the most relieving manner possible. But.. I did need you to remind me that I am not the same kind of person as my sister. Such depravity is something I try to stand above. That being said-" Her voice grew sharp. "When I give you an order, I expect you to follow through with it. I love and respect both you and your sisters, which is why I elected to side with you here. But in the same vein, I fully expect you to respect me. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, mother! Of course. I love you! Thank you!" The younger succubus leapt out of her bed and proved that she truly was this woman's daughter since her speed stat was in a similar manner of swiftness. In about a second, the succubus had her arms wrapped around her mother while she buried her face within the older woman's bosom.

"I love you too." Mistress Mhyrlisa spoke softly as she casually stroked her daughter's head. "Now excuse us. I need to talk to the boy." She pushed her daughter back by placing a gentle hand on her forehead.

Her daughter nodded silently and smiled politely as the succubus mistress nodded and casually turned to leave the room. With me still wrapped by her tail, I was **** to follow; but I oddly felt generally less afraid for my life. This mother seemed to truly be considerate of her daughter's feelings, this could be one elaborate hoax to toy with my emotions, but by the look of things, it felt like I wouldn't be killed by this woman tonight if only to keep her daughter pleased.

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