***The Crystal City***

***Ascathon***

“What's taking so long?” I ask for what must have been the seventh time, glaring down at the clerk behind his desk.

The man isn't fazed by my intimidating demeanour, knowing that the Council’s laws grant him protection – for now. Instead, he continues to concentrate on his documents. “Patience. There was some delay with an unexpected candidate. Just wait over there until we are ready. We are doing our best to catch up with the appointed schedule.”

I narrow my eyes, wondering why I am the only one who has to wait, while others are pushed up the line of waiting people. “Then tell me when I can come back. You already kept me waiting here for two hours. I refuse to waste even more time with bureaucracy.”

“Now, now.” The clerk looks up from his papers. “You know as well as I do that the millennial check-up on a god's powers and abilities isn't voluntary. The Council has decreed that the powers of every deity under their rule has to be catalogued. Failing to show up would automatically turn you into an outlaw. And we don't want that, do we?”

Grinding my teeth, I return to the waiting area in the back.

“Stupid paperwork. Would it be so hard to give a warning that everything is delayed by two or three hours? Feels like I am back to being forced to obey some idiotic mortal government...”

***The World***

***Karin***

“Are you sure that we can't call Ascathon about this?” I ask Willow, watching worriedly as the Alliance forces advance all over the border between the Empire and the Alliance. They already took horrific losses for running into our fortified positions, seemingly not caring about paying every inch of ground with their blood. The fighting has gone on for as long as I can remember, but there is something fishy about this recent attack. They never tried an all-out war like that. Up until now, they cared at least as much as us about their people.

An hour ago Ashley called us into her command room, a part of Ascathon's secret base which the succubi turned into their spy-centre. And from there the bad news started coming in.

The walls are lined with computer workstations and there are several desks which are covered with maps and documents. Four of Ashley's daughters are dutifully doing their work, showing their competence in something that not everyone would associate with their kind. In the centre of the large room is a human-sized projector, creating the three-dimensional vision of a large globe floating freely at the ceiling. Currently, the world's main-continent is highlighted with several red zones marking areas of conflict. Whichever parts of the border aren't marked in red are tinged in orange to indicate the threat of an impending engagement, either because of troop movements or for some other unknown reason.

The atmosphere is heavier than usual, making it clear that everyone has suspicions that something fishy is going on.

“Yes, we have to deal with this ourselves. Ascathon said that he would be busy with getting his license as a citizen of the Crystal City updated. The Council is very strict about that, so we can’t expect him back before that’s done.” Willow shakes her head. “But you are right. I am afraid that this is just a distraction. They must know that our mortal followers won't fall that easily. It may seem like they are winning at the moment, but with the losses, they are taking they won’t be able to hold those territories once our reinforcements arrive. They will either have to retreat, or leave their core-territories vulnerable, so there must be a bigger plan behind this attack.”

“Don't worry,” Ashley replies soothingly in an attempt to keep Willow calm. “He wouldn't be able to help in this matter anyway. Remember the rules? Our mortal puppets should be more than-”

Her words are cut short when the ground suddenly shakes, reminding me of an earthquake.

“Earthquake?!” One of the other succubi in the room asks, just to be reprimanded by one of her sisters.

“Don't be ridiculous! We are too deep inside the planet to feel tectonic movements!”

Realizing that she is right, I quickly walk over to one of the computer terminals and call up the base’s environmental information. “The enchantments are drawing more power than usual and it says that the shields are under more stress than would be normal.” I gasp when the base shakes again.

Willow finally realizes what's going on and waves her hand to get everyone’s attention. “Somebody is trying to get through the shields! We have to get out of here.”

The succubus matriarch reacts without hesitation and I step further away from her so that I am not in the way. Ashley is in the midst of opening a portal when suddenly the ground jumps right into my face.

I must have blacked out because when I regain my senses it's dark and the room is only illuminated by emergency lights. Willow pulls me to my feet by unceremoniously gripping my shirt, which causes me to silently thank myself for wearing only sturdy, high-quality garments. Having my shirt ripped off would be the height of my day right now.

“We have been breached,” one of the succubi, Lea, informs us as she pulls herself back to her feet punching a large button on the wall next to her. “Activating security protocols!”

“Get your act together, kid.” A slap from Willow brings me back out of my stupor.

I didn't even realize that I had been zoning out, totally shocked at having the only place attacked at which I ever felt truly safe and at home. “We have to get out of here,” I affirm, hoping that I won’t freeze up that easily again.

I want to protest being called a kid at my age, but I guess if someone has the right to, then it's people like Willow, Ashley, and Ascathon. Willow pulls me towards Ashley who is trying hard to open another portal, succeeding even though there is a deep cut on her forehead.

The portal opens as a red ring chaotic energies, slicing a table in two which was unfortunate enough to be in the way. A quick kick from me clears the rubble, allowing us easy access.

Things go completely to hell when there is a bright flash of light, and some incomprehensible power presses down on me as some being beyond my pay-grade materializes inside the room. I immediately know that it must be a god, having felt this presence from Ascathon at more than one occasion. He called the effect an aura.

It still overwhelms me, locking my muscles in place and forcing me to fight, just to keep standing.

Cursing, Willow shoves me through the portal as Lea falls screaming, her chest run through by some bolt of light which originated from the newcomer. Another of Ashley’s daughters steps towards the intruder, but a blast of power snaps her upper body like a twig, flooring all of us.

Again, it’s Willow who shoves me through the portal, thankfully following close behind. Willow and two of Ashley's daughters make it through before our attacker decides to charge Ashley when he realizes that we are getting away. Barrelling into her like some enraged boar, he takes her off her feet before she can step through the portal. As she loses control over her spell, the last thing I get to see from the succubus matriarch is her writhing beneath her attacker before the portal closes.

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“That's not good,” one of the succubi observes calmly and I realize that it was Isabella who made it out with us.

Still worried about Ashley, I pull my gaze away from the spot where the portal was and turn my attention to our surroundings. What greets me is another world, a lush grassland with strange and unnatural seeming plants... and a burning castle.

What strolls out of the castle's gates is another deity, someone I recognize from the intelligence reports. Holding onto a mangled wing, he pulls one of Ashley's succubi after him through the castle's broken gates, her body maimed and mutilated beyond recognition. Clenching my jaws, the only thing I can do is to hope that the woman had a clean death, but it doesn’t look like it.

Lesh, God of Morals, smiles upon seeing us and bows with a flourish. “Welcome home, my lovelies. I already thought that I wouldn't get any action at all when they told me to wait here in order to pick off any survivors. But it seems like I actually got to do most of the work! That castle was a pool of sin and debauchery like I have never seen before. I just had to cleanse the wretched place. It helps that this is a different dimension. Tjenemit said not to interfere in the world, but I doubt he meant this place, so I don't think that someone would be able to blame me for breaking the accords! Hahahaha.”

Growling like some animal, Isabella launches herself at the god, spitting some curse in a strange and guttural tongue. Lesh doesn't even bother himself with her and just waves a hand, picking Isabella up with force magic and launching her body into the castle wall behind him. She impacts like a cannonball with a sickening 'crunch' and crumbling stone, causing an entire section of the wall to collapse. I want to jump forward and help her, but something tells me all I would achieve would be sharing her fate.

Shaking his wrist, the deity looks at us in dismay. “Too much force on this one. I have to hold back if I don't want this to be over too soon.”

***The World***

***Ashley***

I writhe against the man's grip, trying my best to wriggle free, but the god holds me tightly as if I am nothing more than a toddler. He just killed two of my daughters in front of me and I couldn't do anything to stop him. How did he even get in here so quickly? There should have been more than enough time to flee in case of a security break. They must have somehow known what to expect when they prepared this attack. Maybe they found a way to slip one of their numbers in?

“Hold still.” He forces me down by leaning his full weight onto me. “If you don't resist you have a chance at surviving this. We just want a few hostages, that's all. Once we have dealt with Ascathon you are free to return to the infernal planes for all I care.”

His voice breaks through my instinct to fight and, finally, I manage to regain my wits. Succubi don’t fight their fists! I overreacted, but it’s been a long time since anyone dared to physically attack me.

Allowing my magic to flow out of me and around us, I breath out deeply, directly into his face in an attempt to charm him. Cooing, I cup his cheek in my hand as his pupils dilate in lust. “You are Malfious, Deity of Truth and Righteousness? I think we haven't met before?” I giggle. “At least not in person.”

He blinks, trying to clear the fog in his mind. Then he grabs my upper arms and forces them down to my sides so that I can’t touch him anymore. “I was warned about your kind. Quit trying to play those mind-games with me.”

I silently applaud him. Most mortals would be already inside my skirt. But he also didn’t catch just any succubus. Instead of trying to push him away, I raise my legs slowly as not to startle him and close them around his waist, rubbing my pelvis against his crotch. “If you aren't trying to kill me, then why don't we have some fun?”

“No...” He shakes his head in an attempt to free himself from my charm and blinks rapidly. “I have to... get you... to...”

He clearly struggles against my mental suggestions as I spin a web of my mana around us, but thanks to him being so close to me, he is also under the full effect of my pheromones. Seemingly aware of the danger, he leans away from me, still holding onto my upper arms. Following his movements, I lean forward and – thanks to a little shapeshifting – manage to lick the bare skin on his neck, causing him to shudder. His arms buckle a bit and I use the chance to plant my lips on his, pushing my tongue into his mouth. Meanwhile, I perform a little miracle with my tail and loosen his belt with the tip.

There is so much power within him that it's blinding my senses, but it isn't something I am unused to after years of having happy evenings with a certain other god. I just hope that we have the time to finish this before someone shows up looking for him.

He is resisting, so any interruption might mean that he manages to break what little sway I have on him.

“Ah~” I let out a moan of delight as I manage to slip my tail between his skin and clothes, pulling down his trousers, causing his cock to spring free. Shimmying around, I free my chest from the black leathers I am wearing and rub my moistness onto his genitals.

“Damn!” He bucks involuntarily and lowers his upper body a little, lessening the distance between us.

Using my tail, I pull my panties aside.

“Mh~” Feeling the burning fire in my belly, I hook my ankles behind his buttocks and pull myself closer, positioning myself just so that his tip touches my entrance. He seems reluctant to take the final step, but when I give a little encouragement with my tail he lunges forward and buries himself deep within me.

Moaning and crying encouragements, I allow him to rock back and forth on top of me until he lets go of my arms to get better purchase. Embracing him, I smother my breasts against his chest, complimenting him on that splendid six-pack of his. Hearing my approval, his movements grow urgent and erratic until he moans and spills himself deep inside of me.

Pushing him up a little, I give him a show of my flexibility by turning around, moving my legs without letting him pop free. Now on all fours, I grab his arm and, rocking my bottom backwards, pull him on top of me until he gets the idea and cups my dancing breasts, returning to his duty.

He rides me to another climax and I make sure show my delight with little squeals when he bumps my burning core with his erection until he groans and shudders on top of me, reaching his second climax.

Getting into an upright position on his knees, he pulls out, which leaves me with an aching emptiness, so I am quick to turn around and to deepthroat his erection inside my mouth. Using all my muscles to suck and purr around him, I cover him with my saliva until he loses control of his spinal cord.

With him sinking down onto his back I am quick to be on top of him, plunging him deep into the burning fire inside my belly. Going for a final ride, I make sure to contract and relax my abdominal muscles in an attempt to unleash the feeding frenzy which I always deny myself with Ascathon.

Urging him on, I feel the magical channels throughout his body, now clearly sensible thanks to my own magic seeping into him throughout our intercourse. Ever so slowly, I gain complete control over his body, weakening the bonds within him.

With a final shudder, he pushes up into me and I lose control of my fire as my lower body takes on a life of its own with him exploding inside me. Moaning, I feel him spill his essence into me as if an unending flood broke loose within him.

Weakly, he tries to push me off of him as he finally realizes what's happening. “Wha... what are you doing?”

Growling, I slap his feeble hands away and pin them down next to his head. Smiling, I feel his life flowing into me, giving me so much pleasure. His pathetic writhing turns annoying, so I lie down on top of him, pushing my chest against him to seal his movements. Then I whisper into his ear to complete the ancient ritual. “You are mine now. Thou have given yourself to me thrice, freely, and without strings attached, so you are mine to take.”

“M- m- m- Monster!”

“Aw~! Have you never visited the Infernal Planes? There is a reason why many immortals stay well away from that dimension.” I lick my elongated tongue across his cheek, relishing the taste of his fear. Then I feel my muscles clenching around him involuntarily, giving me a rush of excitement as I sit up and lean back, shifting into my original form.

Spreading my large wings behind me, I feel my horns elongate and catch fire. The ancient runes which are carved into my skin burn with the pain of renewed pleasure. “Do you feel that? That pull on your soul? I think you are ready.” Grinding against him, I cup one breast and place a hand on the symbol which is glowing in a deep red on my abdomen. Rubbing the area, it’s almost as if I can feel him twitching inside as my lower half starts sucking on him – not only in a physical sense.

His eyes roll up in their sockets and he starts twitching as if he has an epileptic attack. Foam is coming from his mouth and his teeth chatter, but it doesn't matter to me as I feel his soul loosening from his physical body. He resists my pull for a moment, and I relax my hold on him expertly as to give him false hope and the moment he relaxes, I rip him free.

Screaming in delight, I clench my legs together and raise his hips off the ground with mine as delicious energy, his soul, and something more flows into the churning fire within me, flinging me over the edge.

“Whoa!”

It takes over a minute for me to come down from the rush of taking a god's soul.

“A girl could get used to this.” Looking down at his dried up and empty husk, I notice that the symbol on my abdomen has grown in size and intensity. Additionally, I feel like I got something more than just a mere soul from him. “Mh, maybe I should have taken the risk of drinking a god dry a little sooner. Who knew that there is something to gain from that?” But the only one who ever dared to visit me was Ascathon, and he was always such a cute boy. It would have been like snapping a kitten's neck, so I couldn't bring myself to do it.

At last, my abdominal muscles finally unclench and the empty husk slips free from my nether's grasp, allowing me to stand on shaky legs. Then I inspect myself. “Why do men always have to make such a mess?”

Looking down, I spit on the corpse and step on his still erect flag, crushing it.

“That's what a succubus calls ~Well Fucked!~”

Then I kick his head. The dried up flesh and bone break easily and his head flies against the wall where it shatters. “And that's for my daughters.”