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[Vol 2 start] š¤50 ā Temptations envoy
🕑 Added 2025-09-23 12:19:44 +0000 UTCEmber hovered above the decrepit wooden hovel, atleast according to her opinions. It was a desolate place, it lack much stone or brick work, and there were a forest full of goblins a mile away, which was absolutely disgusting to her. She never liked the green bastards. The thought of the slimy green creatures, living near civilization, irritated her.
She focused on her task at hand. This had to be the place, it had to be it was identical to the vision the dark queen had showed her, but where was the great sage defenses, where was her vassals and great armies. There was nothing here.
It didnāt matter. She giggled, this was going to more fun then, less arrows to pierce her belly. She fluttered her little wings as she descended to the roof, and then cast a wordless spell. [Tiny], her body shrunk to the size of a small hand, and then she squeezed her way into the corner of the roof. Passing burnt and wet wood, and slipped herself through the cracks.
She was going to please, her dark lady by doing and this, and she was going to have a taste of mortal emotions while doing it. She hummed to herself. āIāll hex this upstart heroine, take the ever loving positivity out of her emotions, and then get a pat on the head, and maybe so much more from my queen. Yesā! She exclaimed, and the circled around the tavern.
Passing, the rickety chairs and tables, and the alcohol standing open, seemingly unattended, she pressed into a room, a big bedroom at the back of the tavern, two sleeping individuals, shared a bed, however one of them was covered completely, the other lay open, hand scratching beneath her waist.
Uncouthed, barbarian...she thought and stared at the pair.
Which one was the supposed heroine, again, she didnāt remember silly her. And which one was the sage, well it didnāt matter, actually it did but she forgot, she kept forgetting. The smaller one with the white hair, it had to be her. She seemed so much out of order and control, theirs no other excuse for it.
Ember, creeped closer, her night vision was hazy, and so she made a little [Mage light] for herself, and then pressed her face down. She held her hand out and casted a [Dreamland] spell on the white haired one, the heroine or so she assumed.
I'm sure of it. The black-haired one is clearly older.
The white-haired one started moaning ridiculously, making horrid sounds Ember was skeptical of. She bared her teeth in disgust but pressed forward. Dreaming deeply, the woman was free real estate for the succubus. Ember pulled down the white-haired oneās pants and, when the garment slipped away, she gasped.
There it wasātwo of a kind, dual and complete, something mostly impossible. A cock, heavy and soft and floppy, two balls swaying, nestled above glistening pussy lips. Not quite a rumor. Quite true. And she was hungry.
Ember smirked and came closer. She released her tiny spell and gripped the sleeping cock in her hand. She prodded it, stroked it once, savoring the weight of it. Her other hand drifted lower, cupping the balls, rolling them gently, thrilled at how the vagina responded in turn.
āSo this is the famous heroineās penis? Not so special,ā she murmured to herself, almost in reverence.
But it did look nice. Too bad she couldnāt stay the night. Her hand didnāt let go immediately. Her thumb still lingered lazily over the tip. Then she bit down, sinking her fangs into the cock and seeping the charged spell from her teeth. The hex spilled into her victim like venom.
Her Lady had enchanted her teeth with a nasty curse that would surely disrupt the heroineās decrepit ways for some timeāstumbling her growth, weakening her edge.
Her mouth lingered, wrapped around the white-haired oneās cock. She tasted her every essence, sweet like nectar. For a moment she thought she could swallow it all forever.
And then her eyes went wide.
Something surged back into her, raw and ancient, overwhelming, almost choking her. Power flooded her mouth. The cock swelled too fast in her throat, doubling until she nearly gagged. Ember jerked her head back, coughing, wiping saliva from her lips.
āOh noā¦ā she whispered, her voice trembling. Her stomach twisted, not in a good way. She hadnāt hexed the heroine at all. She had bitten the sage. She had tasted Ishmere.
Shit. Ember, you dumb bitch. You stupid bitch. The potency of the spell would dissipate now.
Ishmere Hurshaya stirred. Her lashes fluttered wildly and her aura began lighting up around her, strongāso strong, nearly as strong as the Dark Queen of Hearts herself. Emberās wings screamed with instinct, urging her to flee.
She tumbled immediately to the other bed. The real target. The dark-haired heroine slept deeply, oblivious. Ember plunged her head into the sheets, yanking them away with a hiss. This wasnāt the time for romance.
A spell of slowed time wrapped around her like a veil, stretching every heartbeat into eternity. With careful hands she threw the heroineās arms aside, tugged at her nightclothes until everything came undone. The prize revealed itself before herāthick, heavy, six inches of heat rising against her belly. Emberās throat went dry. And there it was againāboth parts. Ishmere had taken in someone very similar to herself.
Ember didnāt hesitate. She swallowed the tip whole, lips sealing tight, fangs sinking deep as the spell went to work. A curse delivered through pleasure. She pulled back, but the tasteāgods, the tasteāmade her moan low in her throat. This one was much more delicious. She couldnāt help herself. She suckled again. And again. Her tongue played with the tip, her lips working greedily. She pushed it deeper still.
She meant to pull away after the hex, but her lips lingered, taking in an extra inch. Her eyes burned faintly red, betraying the hunger tightening its grip as she kept sucking, unable to stop. The Lady could never find out about this. Ember hated to admit it, but the heroine tasted better.
It was delicious. Addictive. She had to force herself to breathe as she worked her mouth over the heroineās cock, eyes half-lidded, mind swimming.
But thenā
A surge. The air cracked with power next to her. Her eyes darted the person besides her, where an aura burned like a wildfire.
She froze. Too late. Her mouth was still locked around the cock.
Her spell unraveled in an instant, snapped apart as if it were nothing. The sageāIshmereāshot upright, her eyes blazing, confusion twisting into suspicion as she grabbed at her open pants. And then she saw Ember at Renniaās waist, head bobbing, eyes red.
The succubus sat frozen, lips wet, caught in the act. A nervous giggle slipped out of her throat before she could stop it. She gave Ishmere a tiny wave.
It was too late to dodge. Ember flew out of the room, casting [Tiny] again, as the sage chased her down.
"You little rat, who sent you!" Ishmere shouted, furious and enraged. Raw ambient spells of power started flying aroundāpure magical energy intended for Ember.
Ember squealed in surrender. She nearly protested but remembered that her lady had told her not to utter a word about their organization. She cast a ward in hopes of deflecting the sage's attack, to no avail. The sage's raw power diminished as it tore through and sent the succubus flying. Ember had to focus, or it was over for her.
She shifted into another formāthat of a bat, which was much more comfortable than her pixie state for flying. She tried ramming through the window but was nearly torn apart by a broom.
"Hold still, you little devil."
"Eeeep!!" Ember screamed. If this went on like this, she would have no choice but to surrender. No, she couldn'tāwhat would the lady think of her, the Dark Queen? She didn't have a contingency, a spell she wasn't supposed to use. But her hands were tied.
She shifted into her full stateāhumanoid, eyes glowing, lilac hair, small horns protruding from her head, a little black tail around her waistāthen stopped and smirked at the sage. Mentally, she took a deep breath. This was a risky gamble, but one all the same.
"My, my, how the great Ishmere Hurshaya has fallen. One fledgling disciple and a broken tavernāembarrassing."
Ishmere halted, broom pointed, fists coiled. "Who are you? You look like none of my enemies. Who sent you!"
"Wouldn't you like to know," she teased, and blew a kiss. "I do hope you enjoy my love bite. It was specially prepared for Miss Rennia. Unfortunately, I gave you one tooāconsider it a favor."
"You have no power of me, succubus. I may not be in my prime state, but I will swat away the pest that you are. Fortunately for you, I want you alive. Now, on your knees!" Ishmere cast a spell, her fingers moving each one of embers limbs like a cogmachine. "[Dominate]."
Ember fell to the ground, her eyes widening. The pressure was suddenly mountingāeven the tables and chairs stuck to the ground. Her little wings tried flying, to no avail. Ishmere walked forward, the bottom half of her pants missing and her face scowling, she didn't seem to care that that the member was showing, nor did she worry much about her breasts peeling out.
"I will only ask onceāwho sent you?" Ember spat in her face. Her powers may have been dominated, but her mind belonged to the Dark Queen of Hearts. This sage was formerly nothing in comparison, to that bond.
"In the next world, I'll answer you." .
Ishmere, being Ishmere, didn't wipe away the spit. She licked her saliva like it was something worth tasting. Ember stared in surprise, aghast. "What?"
"Not quite a devil, are you? Succubus? Must be a class thing. No matter. If you won't answer, perhaps I'll send you to the next world myself."
She slapped Ember, and as Ember's head rocked, she remembered she had a contingency. It was a one-time spell, something she couldn't use anytime or anywhere, and it was going to impact her severely for some time. But what choice did she have?
"Ow, you stupid whore?"
"Do you want more! Talk then!"
"No, never! [Continental Paralysis]!" she shouted. And purple light erupted from the succubus, dragging ishmere to the ground.
Ishmere blinked, confused, and overpowered, and then collapsed. Ember could feel the strain pop away as she flew off the ground, surprised. Ishmere cursed. "Faerie bitch!"
Ember giggled, hand over mouth. "I can't have you remembering this. That would be very bad for us."
Somehow, Ishmere's influence still worked. Ember could feel the strain, and she was not happy. How could one person be so powerful? Of course, except her dark lady, of course.She needed to act fast.
She hovered over Ishmere, and her eyes fluttered with love, gold, and aura. "You will go into a deep deep sleep. You will go into a slumber and forget I was here."
Ishmere started cackling. "Don't be ridiculous, you can'tā"Ishmere choked on her words almost immediately as the spell started to effect her mental state. "Shit!"
"As expected, my magic is too potent." Ember giggled.
"What did you do?" Ishmere shouted in outraged.
"Divine Hypnosis, not something you should care about or a care about. Now go to sleep."
Ishmere's eyes fell closed, and her body gave in. Ember kept the same position, then bowed down and slapped her across the face in turn. Spitting on her once again, and then she walked back inside the bedroom where the heroine was still sleeping. She bowed down to her face and subtly gave her a peck on the lips. resisting the urge to feast again.
"Good night, my sweet heroine," she whispered, then snuck out the way she came, giggling under her breath, proud and amused.
My queen will be pleased. her only thought. Why her queen didn't outright hunt them, she'd never understand, as long as she was pleased, the world could burn.
