Your Mother, Succubus Liriyana

You knew it was your mother before she even entered the room, you could tell because of her unique perfume. It was so subtle that only a trained Eldar nose could detect it; and training your nose to detect its silent alluring musk was one of many things your father taught you before his unfortunate demise. It was meant to be a sign to recognize her from afar so she wouldn't surprise you as she is quite graceful and quick she moves, and to tell apart the real her when all else is in doubt.

The fact that you could hear her coming and she was willing to wait for your permission, gave you mixed feelings. On one hand she's making a show to you that she is either willing to submit to your command or respecting the long standing alliance between her Wych Cult of Perpetual Bliss and your Kabal. An alliance that she and your father started and honored for nearly a millennia. On another hand it could be that she is losing her touch. That is highly unlikely as you know your mother is skilled enough to dance with the likes of Lilith Hesperax herself in the arena. She had been the long-standing and undisputed head Succubus on the cults Triune council long before she met your father. Perhaps it is more simple than that, maybe she is simply affected by your fathers' passing. It was not rare for you to have seen genuine love between your mother and father, theirs was not just a political relationship. Such affection no doubt strengthened their alliance.

Be that as it may, it presents a problem you may have to fix, Weakness is ever sought for and often exploited here in Commorragh and it's only a matter of time before someone against you or even with you takes advantage of that. Perhaps you may have to move against her yourself if she proves too great a liability. You surprisingly find yourself disturbed by this line of thought; but it has to be on the table. You do have a responsibility to your Kabal and your other raid forces after all. Still, best not to cross that bridge until the path is more clear.

As you turned, you can fully take in your mothers presence while she walked in the private chambers headed for you. She is quite beautiful, her pale white skin is as smooth as the finest silk sold in the bloody markets; her eyes are as blue as the clearest crystal water, her long indigo hair is neatly styled with needles you know for a fact can easily be drawn and used in combat. She is dressed in her signature wychsuit that was designed to accentuate all her proportions. It's skintight, the top and sides of her breast coverings are absent so any one can see her perfect scar-less breasts. Her bottoms were cut enough for anyone to see her perfectly smooth ass, while the front is dominated by a zipper, teasing any lifeforms to try and force entry into her prized pleasure hole.

You knew how she often made a show of offering access to her barley guarded passage to any who would best her in battle in the arena. Though as far as you know only your father has ever had that honour and privilege. Upon that thought you begin to wonder if perhaps you could share that honour and privilege as well. You then decided to forgo such thoughts, not because it you thought it was wrong mind you. In Commorragh believing anything to be wrong, forbidden, or taboo is wrong, forbidden and taboo in and of itself. After all you have been having a passionate yet private romance, so to speak, with your dear twin sister Ordora for a century now. It is simply because such thoughts are distracting and are sure to affect your judgment. And you need your full focus to confront her as you are unsure of the nature of her visit or even where the two of you stand.

You focused yourself from ogling your mother and observing her. You are quite surprised what you see, from her body language to her eyes tell you she seems to not be herself at all. You can feel the her pain and sorrow and even a hint of fear.

This is as bad as you suspected and it should be best for both of you to resolve it here and now while no one is watching or listening. Still she's likely to have enough pride to deny anything wrong with her and put on a show for your benefit, which would only confirm your suspicions. On the other hand, perhaps you should take a more direct approach and take advantage of her apparent weakness by asserting your power to her and dominating her. It may be a bit cruel, but it would save her life and bring yourself some satisfaction. Moreover, it would show your strength to your vassals and of course the Cult would be under your power, your beginning to like this idea, however you could still accomplish this by subtle investigation and manipulative seduction. You'll have to decide soon.