The battlefield has calmed. Adrenaline still correses through my blood stream. My hands covered in dried and fresh blue blood of the true victors of this war. The sinners had lost but claimed the title. The winners, shall wince at the title and at they shall also not remember this battle.

I shall remember this moment. Same with my brother. If we forgot, it will just be a hazy memory conjured up to protect us. The brain is interesting. My brain is more interesting than most. And this brain of mine has spotted something very, very interesting.

A medic from the sinners side. Horns stubby and tail a dark shade of brown. It was shedding season. Sinner velvet is a luxury among us.

Our medic had him tied up outside for me to talk to him. Hands, feet and neck tied against a pole. Surpised he wasnt gagged. He looks at me, not with fear, but with intrigue. I untie him from the pole, put he allows me to gag and tie his limbs up again. He smelled nice.

Setting his down in a chair I take of my jacket and stretch. I ungag him, "Mercury Im assuming?" I nod and he doesnt struggle. "Forgive me as my sign isnt good." Fuck. No one here knows sign language. A silent huff is released in response.

His smell suddenly changed. Oh fuck. I quickly grab a cloth around my nose and mouth and quickly write down a warning, and set it outside. Fucker is sweating. Fucking succubi. He gets a glare back.

The bastard smiles, "Ill talk. In return you give me 1 piece of info on yourself." Nodding I show off my hands. He raises an eyebrow. Everyone knows I speak with my hands, but Ive done more with them.

Sighing, I hope he understands me signing, "Hand fetish." The medic exhales sharply as a laugh. Though in response, I aggressively summon my scythe and put it to the side. The weapon responsible thousands of sinners deaths.

To my luck he understood, "Interesting." I nod and he relaxes. My turn to get infomation. "There is going to be a quick attack on this base later tonight. One which you, I and your brother are the main targets of." I nod, then make a compass with my finger in the air. "Cant remember, somewhere from the North or West." I nod again and write down the information. Said brother will scout out. "Oh, theres going to be heavy attackers there." I smile at the thought. Adrenaline in my blood stream, blood covering me, and all that power.

A pleasurable shiver comes through out my entire body. The medic goes to make a comment, but I quickly slapped him unconscious with my wing. A small eyeball leaves its hole and watches over the medic as I grab my scythe in preperation for the battle. 

Hours later, soaked head to toe in blue extriment from the sinners corpses, I look over the medic once again. He looked very uncomfortable.

I raised an eyebrow as I take off my top garments. Where are my comfortable pants at? He eyes me, hungry. Do they even feed them? I was actually worried for the medic, guessed it showed through my face, "Im fine...just succubus hungry." As I guessed. I feel bad, no one should go through that. Deitys Gluttony is consuming flesh, but its more accepted than a succubis natrual behavior in this time and area.

I hold my finger up and leave the tent. Im surpisingly built up after what had just happened. Killing is my high. I get off to it most nights, though I might have one more thing to get off to tonight. My medic knows about my shenanigans, so he wasnt surpised when I come walking in. "We doing it tonight?" I shake my head, and point towards my tent. He raises a worried, yet confused eyebrow. "The enemy medic?" I nod.

Holding up my hands to speak I say, "Hes a succubi, and is hungry." My moral code would be harmed if I didnt feed him

My medic smiles and pats me on the pectoral. "Just stay safe. Though you Grims cant get diseases." I nod and he hands me a fresh pair of clothes and I find my night pants. Guess I left him here a few nights ago.

The succubi looks at me as I grab him and set him on the cot. I smile at him, and he smiles back. We both give consensual thumbs up, and I lift his arms up. Soft skin...smell so nice. I hold his hands in one of mine. "Theres something else-" I already figured it out. He allows me to take off his shirt and pants, to where I find a botched top surgery and a not done bottom surgery.

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I smile and make a mental note for the medic to fix him up. I hate having opponents not comfortable in their skin, makes easier fights. Harder the fights, the better, and theres a hard battle going on right now. My member against the stretchy fabric of my pants.

The medic was smaller than me by a long shot. Maybe 172 centimeters as most, and Im 201 centimeters. Then by just being a god, I was blessed with the ability to change my physical body, and Ive taken a liking to a larger member.

At this point the smell coming from the medic was unbearable. I grab my face, as to not collapse on the smaller man. Though I slip down my pants and lays the erect organ on the stomach of the succubi. "You are large..." I nod as I hold down their hands. Moving it down I rub the tip up against the lips, which were lightly covering their own swollen organ.

We were both at very high sensory levels, mostly due to the whole idea of them being a succubi. I release a silent hiss of pleasure as I massage their hands. So soft. Interlocking fingers, I insert the tip of myself into him. Skin pulling back.

My first personal interaction with a succubus is something interesting. He makes a light gasp as I inserted my way in. I use my other hand to hold their stomach and to keep my balance. Their insides felt nice, sucking me in as I thrust in, though Im slow and gentle with them. Dont want to break them. They enjoyed the gentleness and gasped. "Didnt know you were a...gentle giant." He gapsed in between words as I thrust in and out.

I hold their stomach, but with big enough hands, I move me calloused thumb down towards their clit and gently rubbed it. They whimper, and go to grab my pillow, but I pin their hands to the cot and place my mouth up to their ear, only to release a silent hiss. Moving my head back, I thrust at the same speed but rougher.

My face was still stern but slowly cracking. I let go of their hands and put my thumb in their mouth, while holding his cheek. I get licked and have to stop for a second. "You do have a hand kink..." They lick my thumb more, in retaliation I pick up the pace a bit and they bit down on my thumb in surpise. I quickly removed it, checking if any blood was let out, still deep inside him. There was no blood, thank god, but that still hurt. So I hold their neck and chin. The shiver at the touch and smile.

I pound into them like I do my other medic, only difference is that this one smells and is the opposite biological sex. Silent huffs and a few open mouths from me and pleasurable moans from him, we eventually get somewhere. They sign me down, and almost look in pain. Guess their time was coming.

So I stick my thumb in their mouth again as I pound into them a few final times until the walls around my member collapse and quiver. Their entire body does the same and he lightly bites down on my thumb. I removed my organ from there and rubbed myself with my hand that was on their stomach. It felt better then when I was inside them. "Fuck...feed me you fucking god." With an inhale that goes nowhere, I quiver like them as the sticky white protein releases from me. My eyes lightly rolled back as release started. The proteins lay on their stomach and some accidentally got on his face, soon was absorbed into the skin. It looks healthier, same with their hair. They allow me to clean myself up and put on pants before I help them up. Getting a kiss on the forehead, I lug them over my shoulder and carry him to the medics tent.

I smile to him as I set the smaller one down. "Thank you Mercury~" I smile and nod. "Ill get more information." Nodding again I point to their chest.

"Their top surgery was botched, so can you fix them up?" His eyes light up as he nods. Gently setting the sleepy man on a table. Ill check up on the two later. My medic is really the angel who would steal a sinners organs. He understands my ethics. Now my current goal is to sleep. My cot is warmed from earlier, which is always good. Getting on my stomach, my wings spread out and many tiny floating eyes sit in their own respected bed, near the door.

Im going to sleep real nice tonight.