Lily’s Secret Power

“Alright... let’s try a few things that didn’t work before and see if they work now.”

Juniluny gave no input as John instructed Lily to be still and, with as platonic a touch as he could manage, prepared to restore his succubus secretary. John had all the manaberries left in the Temple brought to him; he had Tita come in and, via two of his recently gained paragon perks, brought 15,750 points of mana to bear on this one task. Rosa and Durr stood in the hall; if anything happened requiring immediate mana, John would need to channel them until he recovered from overspending his pool by 150%.

With the mana channeled into his fingers, John found the channeling time for restore, where he could sense its power growing, had itself grown longer. Minutes passed as he focused on the effect in relative silence; he tried to think on Lily, on returning her health to full and possibly restoring yet more. What of her eyesight, her (probably) torn wings, or even this “disease” of love? What could this spell cure with this much power?

But that was if any of that was truly damage... or at least damage within the purview of restore.

Damage within the rights of the Gamer to undo.

Another minute passed... the tenth by John’s reckoning, and the power did not grow any longer, or else did so imperceptibly for John. His mana remained at the negative, polar opposite of his maximum; it would not begin refilling until he finally discharged the violet-blue shimmer at the tip of his right index finger.

Silence followed him, by his order; none were to speak or move until he released them, until he felt sure. He moved towards Lily... and tapped her on the forehead, praying it would be the least stimulating place to do so.

The light filled Lily’s eyes and mouth, flashing briefly from her orifices as crashing waves of healing, of an attempt to restore the very fabric of her being, flooded downward from the inside of her skull to the roots of her feet. The walls of the room trembled, cinders and gouts of hellfire spewed out from her fingernails painlessly, and a stink of sulfur marked the burning away of the disease inside the succubus.

John didn’t read the popup right away; he kept his attention focused on her sheet; his heart rising high as he watched her maximum health rise...

HP: 15/15

How... how was not even a single point-? John gasped for breath as he swooned, shocking the minions present; he had slowly overcome the fatigue brought about by bottoming out his mana pool, but the drain of **** casting had nearly sent him to the ground. He glanced at his sheet, bewildered.

MP: -6,750/4,500

You used Equilibrium, sacrificing 2,047HP to regain 7,164MP.

John’s mind returned more or less to working order, though the experience still left him lightheaded. He barely noted the effect; instead, he studied his notifications with frustrated intent.

Your Restore heals Lily for maximum, but Lily resisted all other effects.

Resisted…? It made no sense to John… but it demanded he ask, “Lily… are you trying to resist this healing?”

“O-Of course not, Master! Whatever Master wants, I will happily do!”

Another point of her life ticked off. Her deterioration was hastening. An order came to mind... one that bothered John, but not as much as losing Lily to such an unstoppable withering. “Stop loving me,” John desperately commanded.

Lily’s face twisted in despair; tears welled in her eyes and immediately began staining her cheeks as she tried to meet her Master’s gaze through the haze of even worse vision. But her disease didn’t go away… nor did she dare answer him. She was a succubus… she wasn’t meant for love. It should have been natural to not love him, or at least easy to stop…

But the illness didn't go away. John thought to his alleged ability to edit memories, but his failure to use that power--on something as simple as a memory lasting only a few seconds--told him how futile that would be. Almost imperceptibly, John warned her, “Lily… it’s… it’s killing you.”

“I-I’m trying, Muh-Master,” the petite succubus sniffled, her fists balling up the bed sheet in her grasp as she cuddled it for some kind of comfort. “I-I don’t… wuh-want to disappoint you… even if I don't want to... to not...” The naked creature trembled as she found herself trying, against her heart’s desire, to not want John, to not adore him… she tried to find something to hate about him, or some shortcoming, or some cruelty… and all she could find was his kind, gentle hand upon her life ever since she came to Earth and followed him into the Dream. Even if this was just how humans were, even if others might have treated her the same, or even better… she didn’t care. She couldn’t reason past this emotion… and so, she failed her Master, and her soft sobbing made John whither physically away from her at the bedside.

The resurgence of want, of realizing how much she desired him… only intensified her feelings. Another tick of health vanished. It was affecting her appearance now; she coughed as she cried, and her skin was turning paler.

Juniluny, her hands on her hips and her head shaking, just tsked at the entire scene.

“If you’ve something to say, then say it!” John hissed.

“Well,” Juniluny started, now freed from his command, “I can’t say I’d have thought I’d watch a demon die from virtue, but here I am…”

John, lost in his own, powerless despair, had not been braced to hear that… and had no patience left for the hobbit. “Tell me how I can save her, or get the Hell out of my sanctuary.”

Juniluny flinched at that; her hands once again came to rest upon her dress, daintily guarding her genitals, as she replied, “I have heard that demons of vice usually gain their power by spreading those vices among mortal beings." John's eyes narrowed on the halfling. "My study of demonology is a bare minimum, though, so I cannot be sure that getting stronger would save her… but certainly, being stronger could nurture some growth in health if it works for her as it does your other slaves.”

“Any time I touch her, it drains so much from her,” John despaired, “and giving her an honest go at it… no, it would… it would kill her first, I'd wager.”

Juniluny shook her head. “You’re being too soft, Master: who said you had to be the poor fool she drains to ****?”

John’s frown deepened. He had considered it; he just didn’t want to think about it. Who would he sacrifice for such nefarious gain? He looked at Lily’s abilities once again… and read Sex Eater once more.

Sex Eater, passive
Sex Eater: the succubus gains power by draining life from its victims via sexual pleasure, and similarly loses power while enjoying it herself.

It was… suspiciously light on the details. The disease could be cured by killing him... but that said nothing about treatment. As for Sex Eater, it didn’t mention killing anyone… simply draining life. Her Drain Life spell didn’t say anything about power, either… so how did this interaction really work? What did “gaining power” constitute for a demon?

Terminal Demon Illness (Amor): … prolonged or hastened depending on lustful acts or requited feelings. …

John’s eyes narrowed.

… prolonged or hastened…

Could it be…? Experimentation would be necessary… and so John found the perfect way to punish Juniluny for her callous "help" in all this.

A tunnel opened under the ex-Cabalist, dropping her hard on her ankles… or at least it might've been hard if she had not landed on the cushy landscape of the bed. The surprised sorceress toppled over to her left to half-crash, half-lay by the sickly succubus. “Alright then… plan B.”

“What the Hell are you doing now-?!”

“Juniluny, I want you to let Lily have sex with you and slowly drain your life to see if it replenishes any of hers before you... you know... are exhausted.”

Juniluny’s jaw went slack as she tried to reason some response other than affirmation of what her body was doing: parting her legs, removing her dress, and growing excited for the oncoming ****... possibly to ****.

Sensing her panic, John relented, “Lily, I want you to pleasure Juniluny enough so you can drain her life… but to stop before it kills her, or when I say... whichever comes first.”

“Why me, you callous cur?! W-Why not the other damned succubus?”

She had a point... just not one John liked. A moment's thought gave him an excuse. “She’s immune to charm,” John calmly shot back, “and probably wouldn’t give in to sexual pleasure the way I need her to. Oh, right: Lily, use your charm spell on Juniluny too... I mean you know, do whatever you need to do to succeed on your given task, you know?”

Lily, who was now blinking away the old tears, just looked between John and the shape behind her until she finally asked, “M-Master, but won’t doing that break your rule about not hurting one another?”

“This is an exception to that rule.”

"A-And on poisoning others with my fluids...?"

"That rule, too."

“Have I any say in all this, Master?!” Juniluny’s dress peeled up and off, letting her milk-laden tits flop back down and into view.

“W-Will this please Master to watch-?”

“No!” John desperately lied even as his cock hardened. “No, it won’t. I hate it, in fact, but it must be done.”

<Juniluny, you will play along.>

“You nefarious, nymphomania-knickered knocker of a… a… oh!” Juniluny’s furious response tapered off into surprised gasps. The ****, half-blind, deteriorating succubus was only level 1 in the Gamer’s system, as Juniluny knew from her observations through his eyes; she had been weak and incompetent and pitifully ****, a virgin besides, and was nothing impressive to look upon as far as the Halfling was concerned. Juniluny was already sure this was going to be a baneful waste of time, as she was barely bi-curious…

… but even Lily was a succubus, and her fingers had only barely touched Juniluny by instinct rather than sight—for Lily had no alternative—when they arrived teasingly and softly at the outermost ridge of Juniluny’s pointed left ear. “I’m sorry, but Master wants me to… oh… is that what you… I see…” Something unseen had happened, John was sure of it. Lily’s hesitation was replaced with something… smooth. The way her face eased, how sure she suddenly sounded, the relaxation and movements of her body… it was as if the succubus had slipped into another persona altogether.

“Y-You can barely see me from inches away, you tiny tall one-!”

Lily moved with a demon’s alacrity, and Juniluny’s words became gasps as Lily fell upon her at seven distinct, important points: fingers on her right ear; a lapping tongue on the left; a gentle knee pressed against her right inner-thigh; a pink thigh tapping accidentally, all too briefly, on her clit; gentle fingers grasping the fat of Juniluny’s left side; right demonic nipple teasing the fat hobbit nipple on Juniluny’s left tit; a sweeping right leg to come and drive a heel softly into Juniluny’s right ass-cheek as the leg wrapped her hip; and a gentle softness, or stern presence, at all the points of pleasure Juniluny secretly loved as the flexible, pink monster enwrapped her.

Lily casts Charm Person on Juniluny.

“For now, please… think of me as your ****,” Lily happily sighed between teasing darts of her tongue on Juniluny’s ear, “as your plaything… here, to desperately pleasure you… to save my own life, because you could… kill me with a thought.” Juniluny's ear glistened briefly... before the magical saliva sunk into the flesh and began its nefarious influence.

Juniluny has taken in Lily's essence of lust! Aphrodisiac effect applied; Juniluny's libido increases by 1.

Every fiber of Snickerbottom’s being was alight as her physical and emotional kinks and pleasures were all pressed simultaneously as she was **** to boot… and she could not so much as shake her head in refusal, lest she violate John’s orders. She dared not speak because she felt a helpless squeak building in her throat. She tried to focus, to realize the danger she was in-

“Please, Master,” Lily begged, her voice so pitifully low and soft that Juniluny moistened upon listening to it, “let me earn your mercy… please…”

Juniluny couldn’t **** back the moan of delight… and with the softest bite from Lily on that sensitive ear, Juniluny was driven over the edge with an ease that put John to shame.

CRIT! Lily’s Drain Life deals 30 damage to Juniluny and heals Lily for 30HP.

John watched with intense arousal as Lily played Juniluny like a damned fiddler and her fiddle, her every touch and gasp the perfect pull on the instruments of Juni’s libido. An elbow caressed the right breast as teasing fingers played sliding melodies on trembling ears, Juniluny’s glassy eyes wept from pleasure even as she felt the pangs of life draining from her, and a growing puddle of squirt painted the bed where it didn’t slide onto either woman’s thigh. Juniluny swallowed just to keep herself from drooling, and a minute later, she was drooling again anyways; though unseen via John’s system, her relationship score with Lily was on the rise, even as the latter ticked away the former’s life.

Lily uses Drain Life on Juniluny, dealing 10 damage and healing Lily for 10HP.
Lily uses Drain Life on Juniluny, dealing 10 damage and healing Lily for 10HP.
CRIT! Lily’s Drain Life deals 30 damage to Juniluny and heals Lily for 30HP.

Halfway through this masterful performance, Yulie had marched back in, pulling John’s attention just long enough for him to mentally command her, <Be silent until I say, and don’t dare interfere.>

Yulie, whose mouth was already open to admonish him for her impromptu bath, dripped from her hair and wings in silence as she watched the play… and anger gave way to surprise.

Lily uses Drain Life on Juniluny, dealing 10 damage and healing Lily for 10HP.
CRIT! Lily’s Drain Life deals 30 damage to Juniluny and heals Lily for 30HP.
Lily uses Drain Life on Juniluny, dealing 10 damage and healing Lily for 10HP.
Lily regains 1 point of maximum health.

There! Juniluny’s life total was barely brought down by 10% as Lily healed herself many times over… but what John had hoped for, this poorly described relationship between draining life and strength, of the disease’s ability to be prolonged… it had manifested at last. It had taken 100 points of life-draining sex to regain her power, and her every victim’s orgasm tripled the rate for a round… so would this be enough? Could Lily survive if she had a victim with enough health to keep her-

Victims.

John looked at Yulie… and his mind went to the temple beyond, to the many adult summons he possessed, the many who were humanoid and had, in theory or by proof of John, sex drives just yearning to be sated. Yulie’s growing anger spiked John’s curiosity… but not enough to interrupt Lily as she worked.

The pink succubus’ hand, the one not probing and prodding Juniluny’s ear, had now begun its slow, tormenting laps along the fat labia of the hobbit, taking torturous pit stops at the clit for just enough time to remind Juniluny that her burning nethers were **** most at that juncture. If Lily was permitted to continue, it would take minutes—days, to Juniluny—until she finally pressed a digit inward. The Halfling could no longer whine or complain; she was thoroughly enthralled with her fuck-****, as her fantasy had permitted her to frame Lily, and her **** lengths to please the master.

Another series of messages… and again, at exactly 100HP, Lily regained another point of permanent health. “That’s enough,” John ordered with a growing smile, “Lily, let her go. Juniluny… catch your breath.”