The next succubus

Ark didn't really remember what had happened. He had fallen asleep in Venus's lap and now they were walking down a long corridor. He didn't feel any different, so he guessed she didn't take advantage of him. That was kind of her, in a way.

The pair reached two giant double doors. "Well, sweetie, it looks like you're on your own for now." Venus stepped back with her signature warm smile. "Us succubi aren't allowed into each other's domains unless expressly invited by the master of the domain. Mommy will have to catch up with you a little later. Be good now!" She blew him a kiss before walking back down the corridor.

He was slightly disappointed to see her leave—not physically, though; her ass was incredible—but rather because she was a source of warmth and comfort in this tower of dark blues, grays, and blacks. The two doors in front of him her impossibly large. Ark almost expected there to be a giant behind them. Other than the size, though, the doors were ornately decorated with intricate golden etchings of another succubus.

The succubus in question had small curved horns with long, twin braids. More notably, she appeared to be in some sort of wedding gown. He could only imagine what this meant, but he didn't have much choice. He needed to move up and the only way to do that was to move forward. With a lot sigh, he pushed open the double doors. The room itself was like a chapel, bathed in light with roses decorating the walkway, at the end of which was a woman.

Well, a succubus.

"Is that my husband I see? You are quite late for our wedding, dear." She was sitting sort of cross-legged on a throne. Her gown, if you could call it that, stopped right below her groin. As she uncrossed her legs, she gave him an intentional peak at her pussy.

"Sorry, ma'am, but I'm already married. I don't need a second wife." Ark was hoping he could just make it through this with little difficult. If she was open to talking like Venus was, then he wouldn't need to fight her.

"Aw... That's so romantic! That makes me want you even more!" She stood from her throne and curtseyed. "I am Meloise the Bride, but you can call me your wife."

"I'm good, thanks," he held up his hand. "That's, uh, not my name, though. My name is Ark. I meant that I was good on calling you that. I just want to get through here and make it to the next floor."

Meloise gave a small pout, "make it through? You make it sound like I'm some sort of obstacle, sweetie."

"Well... yea. You kind of are. I can't get to the next floor without getting through you, right?" Ark tapped his foot impatiently. Were all of these succubi obstinate and intentionally obtuse? It was going to get old very fast.

"I suppose so," she stepped down from the altar on which the throne sat. Her pearly heels clacked against the cobblestone floor until they were muffled by the carpet. "But why would you need to go to the next floor when you could stay here with me?"

"I think I already answered that one. My wife. My real one. I'm going to go rescue her. Please let me pass. I don't want to fight you." Ark set his hand on the pommel of his sword.

"Oh, no fighting in the church please. That is disrespectful," she chided him while waving her finger. Disrespectful to who, exactly? What was a church doing in a place like this anyways? Nevermind, that!

"Okay, then how do I make it by you?" His hand fell from his sword. As much as he had been itching to use his blade, it seemed these succubi preferred their little games.

"It's a simple challenge: you must prove to me your commitment to this other woman. If you hold her so highly in your heart, then allow me to see it." Meloise stood in place, resolute with her arms crossed under her breasts.

"And how, exactly, am I supposed to do that?" Ark shot back.

"I'll be having a little fun with your memories. Most people say they would choose their partner no matter what, but we'll see if you still make that choice when there are some adjustments to the scenario." She held her hands under her chin and blew out from her mouth. An odd pink must filled the room. Ark readied himself for what was coming.