The hybrid Legis Lionheart had a major problem. She considered these issues in her favorite dress, a simple pink sundress with a cute floral pattern. Such cute things were not available in her homeland, the demon land that had been at war with her husband's homeland for decades. It had finally ended, however, this only widened the problem for Legis. She loved her husband, she really did, but he was too much. With the influx of more demi-humans and more magic-based species, she was afraid. Was she good enough? A brute like her? With such a muscular frame, lackluster horns, and a small tail without the signature heart shape, she was a poor succubus, even for a half-breed.

They did not train her in the natural skills of the succubus. In fact, she didn’t have any natural talent for her ancestral arts. Her father refused to impart the knowledge of his heritage, and her mother banned her from even attempting to practice hers. Her sisters and brothers could but not her. No, she had to become a warrior, and lose any feminine appeal; growing bigger and more muscular, barely able to be considered a woman by her original culture. It was the demon king who saw her potential as a combatant.

This led to her further estrangement from her family. After all, her species were infiltrators and saboteurs, ‌not grunts on a battlefield. No half-breed, nor even someone with a sliver of their species would enjoy that kind of combat. In fact, it was a method of execution for succubus. To risk losing their beauty or gaining permanent scars on their bodies was the greatest shame to a succubus, even to half-breeds like her. However, Legis willingly joined the infantry, to the dismay of everyone who knew her. She was not even an average succubus, so maybe as soldier, she could become someone worth remembering.So with a heavy heart, she left on the wagon with the other less crazy succubi.

The basic training was far easier on her. In fact, most of the military training and combat action were far too easy for her. She beat the gear runs, mastered her combat training, and even learned fire and dark magic. It was calming in a weird way, focusing more on actions than the silver tongue.

Her unit managed to survive, despite having succubi and lacking other units' strength or backing. Despite the odds, they formed a bond of warriors, and slowly but surely they became known.

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The dirty blonde and the leader, the Great Tiger Warrior, The great Raider of the Veil. They fought through thick and thin. There were losses, The battle of the seven armies was bad for the demon‌ alliance. The Dragocove engagement taught her to fear dragons, and the vampire retribution campaign gave her a healthy distrust of vampires. Her unit had highs and lows, fleeing with the engagement of the relatively low number and the problem of sleeping with the prisoners.

Then some were forever scarred by the sound of combat and the unlucky were manned losing a limb or more, but they survived. Better still, they moved on. Most succubuses in their positions simply didn’t, and forever drifted from battlefield to battlefield. It began their addiction.

She still met up with her unit in her free time. The blondes still talked about meeting at an old outpost in the forest, gossiping about families, showing off children, and catching up about what they were doing.

She smiled, looking at the large cutlets of meat. Those were the days. Unfortunately, the war was over, and she was not that person anymore. Her eyes glanced over to her set of children, four daughters playing with the five brothers. The younger ones were playing inside, while the older ones, who were still at the farm, helped their father.

Flipping the cutlet on the stove, her thoughts wandered. She really did love that man, but he was too much. Most succubuses loved having children and every activity of a carvial nature but he was a bit of a good thing. It was an ant drowning in sugar. It was a self-fulfilling prophecy.

She would cuddle, expecting a light kiss, understanding he was tired and needed rest. However, he would then feed her natural desires, but that would clearly exhaust him. But it would be too late with such love. Legis would just go wild and that would be it for the night. A part of her loved it, he really was every bit as lion as his title but most of her was worried.

How long could Reglus handle this? He was always tired and weary, and it slowly started to impact his body. He was once a strong muscular man but now he was a small stick of a man.

It was a dream come true for any other succubus, but she’d rather not lose her husband to stress. But how? Her brow furrowed as she thought back to the last meeting. Lilithbeth was stressing over her husband, who was in a coma due to exhaustion. She only had sex thrice a week and her husband was half-giant and couldn’t handle it. She turned the meat, flipping it down, and continued preparing the meal. The potatoes were nice and soft and the rice was almost completely done. The pork tenderloins finished, and only the third ham was left to be honey-roasted. She and her daughter Asadousus laid them out on the table and took a breath. Finally, she went for the special spices.