Something velvety yet with a vice-like grip pulled him to pleasure. Jerome woke up as he came, pumping Csala’s ass full of cum. He began slamming into her with reckless abandon, pinning her tits to his face from above. Csala screamed in pleasure. The vice-like grip of her anal walls increased in intensity, squeezing him deliciously.

Jerome’s mind was raw, primal. He was in a red haze of pure pleasure. He sucked on the nipples in his mouth; bit into her flesh with utter pleasure and wild abandon as he hammered her asshole from below. He felt Csala’s arms around his head as she held him to her breast, accepting everything he gave to her. He sensed her climax coming again, her moans increasing. He began chasing his own pleasure. Faster and faster he went, wanting to come at the same time she did.

Frustration blossomed in his chest as her anal walls tightened around him. The pleasure increased as Csala screamed. Her hips jerked into his even as he rammed into her at super speed. His cock swelled inside her, nearly bursting. His balls felt so heavy and tight that they sought relief. Relief that felt so close, yet so far away. Csala began to moan again, her walls clenching and unclenching. She moaned again calling out his name, her previous climax leading into another.

Jerome heard the sound of his grunts as if from far away. But her voice calling his name was so close. So arousing.

“Say my name again, Csala,” he croaked out, his voice barely sounding above the slapping sounds of their flesh.

“Jerome,” Csala moaned and it nearly drove him to madness. “Yes! Faster!” she screamed as he fucked her faster. “Oh, Jerome!” She screamed just as he touched his climax.

They came together, jerking and convulsing in pleasure. But clinging to one another in bliss. It was the best climax he felt he had ever had. It went on and on as his cock pulsed to empty his balls into Csala in a never-ending spurt of cum. He slumped down, pulling her with him.

They lay quietly for a while, enjoying each other’s bodies and listening to each other’s pounding heartbeats.

“I thought last night was the best thing ever,” Csala huffed. “But this… I have no words!”

“Me neither,” he said, out of breath himself.

“You know they would be waiting for us, right?”

“Let them wait,” Jerome said. “I’d like to spend a few more breaths just lazing around with you in my arms.”

Csala looked up at him with a brilliant grin. Her chin rested on his chest and her thick red hair was in disarray, spilled around them like a curtain. Even at that, she looked absolutely stunning. It was morning already and the light of dawn was peaking through the barrier beside them. They never really got to sleep much. Csala had woken him up every few hours. It was truly a night of rutting.

“How do you feel?” she asked.

Jerome took a deep breath, her scent filling his nostrils. “I feel very good, sated really. Which is surprising because that was a marathon fucking session we had.”

“Sessions,” Csala laughed. “Your dick is finally appeased.” He watched as her skin returned to the usual pale, porcelain complexion. But it retained the afterglow of sex. Her hair also took on its former blood-red color.

Jerome chuckled. The little man wasn’t rising again, even still buried inside her. “I guess I know my limits now. Csala, I have so many questions that I don’t know where to start.”

“You can ask me anything, Jerome. You learned my secret but didn’t take advantage of me. I trust you.”

Jerome searched her eyes for a minute seeing only… he stopped himself from thinking it and cleared his throat. “How is it you have a second set of lips inside you.”

She grinned, placing her palms on his chest so she could rest her chin on them. Jerome caressed her back lovingly, barely registering what he was doing.

“It’s a whole jaw and mouth, a second set as you rightly said. Succubi don’t swallow like you humans — I know you’ve noticed. I’ve caught you staring at my throat in shock before.”

“Sorry,” he mumbled, not exactly feeling sorry. “Are succubi by any chance related to naiads?”

“No,” she said with a frown.

Jerome raised his hands in surrender. “Just hear me out. The only creatures I know of with pharyngeal jaws — that’s a second set of jaws — are aquatic. And they didn’t use it for pleasure, but for pulling prey into their stomachs.” The moray eel was the one with the most mobile pharyngeal jaws like hers. But he didn’t mention that to her. It would be unwise to rile up her anger by comparing her to an eel. “Though their jaws extend from their throats, yours extend from deeper inside you, doesn’t it?”

Jerome looked down at her. She was eyeing him with a daring look. “Did I say something wrong?”

“If I couldn’t sense your emotions to know that you said this from a logical standpoint I’d think you were comparing me to fish… just so you can insult me.”

Jerome gripped her by the waist. “Er, sorry? That’s not, I mean…”

“It’s okay you big baby,” she grinned at him again and he wondered how it is she had changed so much since he met her. “But don’t do that again — compare me to fish, that is.”

Jerome nodded, rubbing at her lower back. He wondered what she’d look like with a waist chain. His dick pulsed with excitement at the thought and Csala raised an eyebrow, mirth in her eyes.

“What about your skin? It changed color…” he asked, ignoring his body’s response to the image he had conjured.

“I have no idea about that one. Although I think it’s what happens to succubi when we take seed directly from a male. You know I’m a psychic creature, right?” Jerome nodded. “As succubi, we start learning about the world right from our mothers’ wombs. Our mothers transmit information to us throughout our gestation. And when we are born, we just need to practice speaking.”

Csala paused for a long while, in thought. Jerome waited patiently for her, knowing she was going through memories of the past. Whether they were happy or sad memories, he did not know.

She sighed. “Our mothers pick the knowledge they make available to us but sometimes, other things slip through. Most of it is compressed in my head. They’re only now surfacing as I experience sex for the first time.”

She grinned at him again. “But I’m sure this wasn’t your first time. Where did you learn to rut like that? It felt like you were an incubus and a beastkin mixed into one.”

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“Incubus? You mentioned them before. And how am I like one?”

“The males of my kind. They’re even fewer than us females — and a lot more dangerous. Your aura changed during our sessions. It was like you took on the intensity of the beastkin and yet the sensuality of the incubus. It was… heady… Irresistible… Virile.” she breathed in deeply and Jerome knew she was breathing in his scent.

“There’s something I need to tell you, Csala—”

“You don’t have to worry, Jerome,” Csala interrupted and tried to push off him. “I’m not going to separate you from your lover who is probably still back in your world. You probably have more lovers than I have fingers. You’ll need a harem the size of Terra Praeta to satisfy your dragon-like sex drive.”

Jerome held her down and smiled at her. “That was a lot you just dumped on me. I think every man is open to the idea of a harem — I can’t say I’m not.” He said to himself as much as to her. “I do have someone I love and care for, though. But we haven’t taken that step. Maybe because we see ourselves as young and still in training,” he said, almost in thought.

“But it doesn’t mean I don’t care for you,” he continued. “You know I do care for you, right?” he leaned forward to capture her lips but she leaned away, playing hard to get.

“Hmm-hmm,” Csala hummed, giving him a mischievous but playful glance. As if to say she didn’t trust him.

“Hey now, I do. But that’s not what I wanna discuss with you.” His face turned serious and he looked her in the eyes.

“Muna didn’t go out without a fight…of sorts.”

Jerome heard her heart skip a beat. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her snugly to himself. “She sent some beings after us but none of them are as powerful as she is. These are the people she had imprisoned in her clutches for many years. With her dead, they would have been free anyway. Plus her spirit survived. For now, we are safe from her.” He waited patiently to see her reaction.

“So she sent them after me,” Csala said. “If she can’t have me why can’t I have my life? Even in death, this succubus won’t leave me alone.” Her voice broke and she tried not to cry as she spoke.

Jerome caressed her hair and back with feather-light touches, helping her relax. “Don’t worry. Achilles…the voice of the mountain, will let me know how many they are and their abilities. Soon enough. They definitely won’t be too much for us to handle.”

“If only her spirit survived, then she would effectively be crippled in the material plane,” Csala said after calming down some. “My mother taught me that sentient beings couldn’t function — no, shouldn’t be able to function — in the material plane once their souls were destroyed. Some kind of astral magic, I believe. The soul is the currency to function in the physical realm but some spirit beings can break that fundamental law if they are strong enough. Muna is powerful. Even as a new spirit being, she could still affect the world.”

“But not for a long time.” Jerome decided not to tell her of Dashani’s involvement. The Mother of the Children to the West would have her just due in time. Somehow he knew it was his destiny to bring her down.

“If you get me to this place you talked about, we will have more power to deal with those she sent after us,” Csala said, her voice sounding more stable and confident. Jerome didn’t miss her inclusion of him this time around.

He nodded. “True, and her minions won’t be able to reach us in many days. Well, we estimate fifteen days since the ones she released are on this continent. By then we should already have your psychic powers fully restored. I need to bring Ms. Tara and her friend here.”

They stood up and quickly put on their clothes. Jerome collapsed the alcove once they were outside. He closed his eyes and sent a pulse of essence into his connection with Ms. Tara’s and her friend’s storage rings. A moment later they were standing in front of him.

They both puked their previous meals the moment they appeared.

“Warn a lady before you teleport her halfway across the world, will you?” Sheela screamed as the cold of the north hit her bare skin.

~~~

City Of Alva, South of Vorthe

Rihal

Lulu had gone from ‘street porter’ to a decent-looking waitstaff. Rihal slowly took in his attire and demeanor. He had done a lot to get the man to not just look the part but dress the part. The Alvrics employed journeymen from different backgrounds to supervise their slaves working in their various businesses.

The ‘Daimon’s Tankard’ was one such establishment. A place of debauchery and denigration. Women from different societies across the Southern Sea are captured and enslaved just to sate some nobles’ dark fetish.

The Royal Family had known about this all along but didn’t have the opportunity to stop it. They were Lords of Vorthe but the Sovereign wasn’t a dictator. He ruled all of Vorthe with the support of the Great Clans. And the support of the lesser clans. All the Great Clans had beliefs and traditions they abided by and Alvric had theirs too. But now that they had fallen out with Vorthe, they had no more use to the Royal Family.

Rihal walked away from the trembling Lulu whose eyes sought approval from his new master. He walked up to the window overlooking the Daimon’s Tankard. The noise from the street sounded muffled and far away from his position. A scripted rectangle covered the roof of the room blocking out sound but also effectively keeping others from spying on the inhabitants of the room.

“An accident would befall someone inside the establishment by night. You will apply for the new vacancy that will be opened early tomorrow morning. Make sure to keep discussions minimal when you go to apply and act with as much reserve as you can — like I taught you.”

“Yes, master,” Lulu responded with a bow.

“Do this well…and I will reward you handsomely,” Rihal turned to him. “You may go. Tomorrow morning at first light, make your way to the brothel.”

Lulu couldn’t help himself and looked up with wonder at the large scripted symbol that covered the whole roof and was glowing brightly. He scrambled out of the room moments later and shut the door slightly behind him.

“Master,” Rihal said, looking at a shadowed corner in the room. “To what do I owe the honor of seeing you during a mission?” He bowed to his master who walked out of the shadows in the corner.

“I can see you found someone trustworthy…and very quickly I might add.” Damien stopped in front of him, dressed all in black leather armor.

“You praise me excessively, master. It was quite easy. The Alvrics have created a rift between themselves and their subjects. Many of them can easily be swayed to commit treason for a few cuts.”

“Hmm,” Damien Vorthe nodded, looking distant. “They never listened to logic, remaining adamant to continue with their old ways. The first Vorthe did not take away their autonomy for the ‘occupation’ because House Fei might have come up with ways to question his rule. They would have called him a heartless dictator and spread lies about him…

“That was a sensitive time in the history of Vorthe. A time when Vorthe wanted to establish his reign with as little propaganda as possible. It was a lot harder keeping those two clans in line than we know. But I digress. The First Elder is finally ready to enact the plan. You are to have your prisoner in custody tomorrow by nightfall. Milena would be here to assist you.”

Rihal frowned slightly, but only for a split moment. However, Damien still caught the change.

“You do not approve?”

“I will do as you instruct, master,” he said with a bow.

“A lot is riding on this mission, Rihal,” his master said. “Alvric are already harassing towns and settlements at the boundary of their territory. The church has also amassed soldiers on our western border.”

“They cannot openly attack a sovereign nation without a casus belli.”

“They have one, even if it cannot hold water. Vorthe is being painted in a dark and gruesome light because of it. There is no end to the lies spouted abroad about us. But if we were to put the Alvrics at a disadvantage before an all-out war begins, we could control the narrative to some extent. And to a great extent, control the involvement of the church.”

Rihal sighed. “More politics,” he muttered.

They had to take out all of the Alvric Sages. And it had to be done with subtlety. Or a lot of lives would be destroyed. That was his mission. It was simple and straightforward. But his master discussing politics with him was giving him a weird feeling. Rihal didn’t want to think of the implications of it.

He shook himself free of the thought for now. He had a job to do and hopefully, capturing a Sage wouldn’t lead to his untimely death. Rihal had never seen Sages fighting, but he knew they were a catastrophe waiting to happen. Hopefully, this mission goes smoothly without any hitch.