Chapter 158.6: Distracting the Succubus (Patreon)

Trapped In Another World With No Magic

Chapter 158.6: Distracting the Succubus

There is a potential traitor in the midst of Daniel’s inner circle. While this extends beyond his consorts, it seems one of his intimate companions has become a threat to the stability and peace of the Fievegal’s Imperial Family.

That said, Daniel’s gut is in agreement with his heart. If he is to count, Aoloan was the fifth of his consorts that he met, though he didn’t actually accept her as a lover until after the defeat of the Devourer, when the dragon Empresses had refused to take ‘no’ for an answer.

And, he’s glad for it.

The human mechanic knocks on the stateroom assigned to Aoloan, and she answers the door. “Yes-oh! D-Daniel?”

Daniel grins, holding up a bottle of the red band wine and a couple of wine glasses. “Hey, Aoloan. Feeling like a succubus today?”

She smirks, cocking her head to the side as she leans against her doorway. “I am a succubus, Daniel. Always.”

The mechanic looks over her shoulder like he’s checking to see if her room is occupied. “Mm… I don’t see any victims.”

She scoffs and grips his shirt, pulling him into her room. “You know, it’s not like I use semen as currency or anything like that.”

“Nooo,” replies Daniel jokingly. “You’ll just starve to death without it, right?”

She rolls her eyes and shakes her head, pushing him towards the small tea table in her room.

“If that were true, you’d have killed me already.”

The human laughs uneasily, and Aoloan takes the glasses from him to set them on the table, then taking the wine from him while he retrieves a corkscrew. She uses the corkscrew that he gives her to remove the cork, smiling softly. “I’m glad you do make some effort, though. I have been feeling… hungry…” She blushes a little and looks at him, using her demon tail to brush his thigh.

“I do love you, Aoloan. I’ll never look down on how you cooperated with me after we met, and that you were willing to be my ‘warbride’.”

She giggles. “I know. I’m just teasing you.” She pours wine into both of the glasses for them, and after both glasses have a fair amount, she sets the bottle on the table against the wall of her room. Next, she moves as if her following actions are of the same caliber of casualness.

The succubus reaches down and unzips Daniel’s pants, reaching into his inner clothing to find his member, which surprises him a little, and she pulls it out of his pants. She leans over, holding her dark pink hair back with her hand, and she kisses the head of his penis.

His arousal only just starts to establish an erection, while the demoness reaches under her dress to pull her underpants off, tossing them onto Daniel’s face. He laughs, scoffing as he removes her warm, used panties. Like the gatonines, she has custom panties that have a small string that ties over the top of her tail to keep them on comfortably.

The mechanic is also glad that he no longer has any magic. He noticed the few times he has slept with her already, but her body scent, especially around her nether regions, is unnaturally addictive, possessing a ‘flavorful’ air about it in the way that lilacs do. The more he became used to it, the more he started to crave it, which is one reason he is cautious about approaching her.

Without his mana, and with her panties having come in contact with his face, he is certain there is a magic element to it, though he still finds an instinctive desire to put her panties to his nose and take in every bit of her unique smell, which was never something that he thought he liked.

And, continuing her ‘everyday’ behavior, the succubus takes a seat on his lap, sliding her pussy intentionally across his penis a couple of times while she ‘gets comfortable’.

Where Kera’tai’s body temperature is lower than Daniel’s making the Chi’rinnis woman feel cool and refreshing to be in contact with, Aoloan is significantly warmer, all but pulling Daniel in like a warm blanket in winter. Coupled with her fragrance starting to become noticeable, it isn’t long before Daniel’s breeding tool is at full mast, ready for service.

Aoloan rocks her head triumphantly, keeping herself against Daniel’s body so that his penis rises up against her cozy-hot vagina lips. He feels a little tight, since his erection is trying to stiffen to the hardest it can get, and her body is preventing it from getting all the way to its normal angle.

The succubus takes both glasses, handing one over her shoulder as she smiles at Daniel. “We’re almost there, Daniel. Think today will be the day?”

The mechanic laughs, carefully taking his wine glass from her, and she clinks hers to his. “I’ve said it before, but I’ll gladly keep trying until you’re pregnant.”

She smiles cryptically, taking a sip of wine. Daniel does the same, and just as the deep red liquid reaches his lips, Aoloan lifts herself up, deftly using only her legs to find the perfect height to allow Daniel’s tip to slip into the opening of her pussy, and she bucks downwards, taking his full length all at once.

Daniel can’t help the partial spit-take that happens when he puffs air through his mouth, splashing his wine all over his upper lip and nose. He begins coughing lightly, though he managed not to spill much wine, and he didn’t inhale much moisture.

The pink-haired succubus snickers at him, twisting acrobatically to kiss his nose before dragging her tongue seductively across his lip and sweeping back across his nose, claiming the small splash of wine from his face. “What’s wrong, Daniel? Aren’t you some sort of master seeder of women?”

“(eng.)[Jesus f-…] Listen, woman,...” He leaves it at that for the ‘suspense’, but she cutely responds, “I’m listening.”

He can’t help but chuckle. “I’m about to seed one more if she doesn’t watch her mouth.”

“Oooo… I’m so scared. Please be gentle at least.” She rocks her hips in a skillful gyration, stirring his tip deep inside of her snug, hot folds.

The other reason Daniel is honestly a little more hesitant to proposition Aoloan on his own is the fact that she really can drain him with talented sexual instincts and an adaptively firm grip with dextrous inner muscles.

Daniel laughs gently, kissing Aoloan’s neck from behind, and she hums, sliding her tail against his abdomen as she snakes it up under his shirt towards his chest. While she tugs on his collar from the inside of his shirt with the spade-like tip of her tail, she sips her wine, as if she’s ignoring him. In spite of that, her vaginal muscles are squeezing and twisting in slow movements, keeping Daniel erect without rushing him towards climax.

Seeing a perfect opportunity for revenge, Daniel bits the pointed tip of her tail, latching on mostly with his lips, but using his teeth to apply a faint pressure, and the succubus tenses like she’s being shocked. She screams a cute, surprised scream, “Eeeeyaaaahhh!” Her instinctive reaction causes her to launch her wine glass foward as she bucks her body up and away from Daniel, cornered by the table, and her wine splashes onto her bed. 

Reacting quickly, Daniel uses his free right hand to grip her thighs and pull her back down, keeping his penis buried inside of her as he follows her surprised buck forward. They’re both partially standing now as she pants, and the human mechanic keeps nibbling on his ‘treat’, causing her to squirm and tremble. Her dextrous mating pocket similarly seems to have become more agitated, squirming and gripping Daniel’s penis more proactively.

The mechanic finishes his wine, setting his glass down a little roughly on the table. As he’s pulling his hand back, she grips his forearm, pinning it to the table.

“Y-You w-will regret th-this… Daniel,” growls his succubus lover, looking over her shoulder with a rosy blush that is equal parts arousal and embarrassment.

Daniel pulls his hips back a little and then slides himself back into her, feeling every inch of her gripping and petting vaginal canal that seems to have a mind of its own.

He can feel the disappointment and building anticipation as he pulls out, and he can feel a welcoming and happy warmth pulling him back in.

Daniel has to focus to resist cumming into her too early. Her body has been perfectly tailored to collecting a man’s seed, stimulating him quickly and endlessly to urge large ejaculations deep inside her.

Ironically, though, like Doephluev, who took a great deal many tries and then a special magic rune tattoo to finally conceive, Aoloan still hasn’t conceived children yet. 

Given the circumstances, though, Daniel can’t help but wonder if she even wants to have children, let alone actually be a romantic partner to him.

Daniel pulls back and thrusts into her again, and she huffs, squirming her tail against his gentle nibble as she trembles. She breathes heavily and gasps, trying to resist her own building climax, since her carefully evolved body also makes use of the sensation of mutual orgasm, so her own movements are stimulating herself a great deal on top of Daniel playing with her tail.

The succubus squeezes his forearm, which she still has pinned down, and she bucks back into Daniel the next time he’s thrusting into her, slapping her buttocks against his thighs. Daniel grunts and huffs as well as his body starts to tingle and the pressure starts to build.

“You know, Aoloan… I’ll still have sex with you when you’re pregnant…” His teasing allows her to slip her tail away from his mouth, but she slides her tail further up his shirt so that she can coil it around his neck gently, sliding the silky spade tip against his cheek affectionately.

“Wh-What makes you say that?” huffs the succubus, looking arrogantly over her shoulder with her flushed cheeks. Her soft, smooth tail snugs a little on his neck, and she pats his cheek with the spade tip. She’s nowhere near choking him, but she seems to be implying that she could, if only for arousal’s sake.

“I haven’t neglected you that much.”

She snickers and leans back, twisting to kiss him. While she does, her pussy muscles are working vigorously to squeeze and milk him, keeping a firm, warm grip on Daniel’s penis and coaxing her sticky white prize out of it as passionately as possible. She bites Daniel’s lip, tugging with her teeth for a moment, and she bucks her hips in his lap, causing a deep stirring of her insides.

“If you want a beautiful succubus daughter, Daniel, you’ll just have to keep trying. She’ll be a rare gift, not a simple breakfast in the morning.”

Aoloan seems pleased with her strange analogy, but Daniel hums, “Ummm… A what?”

She grins cheekily over her shoulder at him. “Eggs and batter make goblins and dragons. But, if you want to meet our daughter, you’ll just need to be patient.”

Daniel is still confused, but he smiles and kisses her neck.

“I assume my ‘batter’ is still useful to the process, yes?”

She hums, feeling her pleasure nearing its peak, which is where Daniel is as well. It’s taking a fair amount for him to focus enough to ask his questions, and her warm body rocking and sliding against his feels comforting and coaxing.

She finally answers Daniel, “Very useful, my love. The more you give me, the sooner our treasure will beee-EEE!” She raises her tone as she bucks back, and Daniel can feel it, thrusting them both forward against the table, which is thankfully anchored to the floor. He grunts and thrusts deep into Aoloan’s pussy, which is gripping and squirming desperately now. It hits like a bolt of lightning, and Daniel has to brace himself as he huffs and winces, his own orgasm causing his back to twitch while his balls pump what feel like sequential jets of his babymaker. The succubus’s body isn’t satisfied simply with driving him to orgasm.

She instinctively needs to drain him.

Her vagina convulses and squeezes wildly, enticing rope after rope of virile life essence out of Daniel and deep inside of her, each feeling just as large as the last in spite of Daniel’s quickly aching muscles and waning energy.

He hugs Aoloan tightly to his chest, his own bodily instincts urging him to stop the motions stimulating him, but he is a little used to it compared to the first time she unleashed her ‘talents’ on him. However, her vagina doesn’t cooperate, and it continues to demand more and more of his seed as the succubus holds his arms firmly. Meanwhile, the demoness’s tail squeezes a little more firmly around her human paramour’s neck, ‘keeping him under control’. She pants and huffs, moaning happily as she feels his warm seed deep inside her belly, giving her a strange form of alternate nourishment.

Daniel and Aoloan don’t lose their connection as they flop down onto the chair again, with the succubus seated on his lap and his throbbing, sensitive penis still buried inside of her. She pants and lounges back against Daniel’s chest, her tail still wrapped around his neck. 

When he had mana, Daniel would feel especially drained, since she claims his mana in the process of their shared climax. Now, he just feels worn out because he was all but completely milked dry. His heart is thumping in his chest, and his penis sporadically jerks inside of Aoloan, spitting out small, lingering amounts of his semen.

He can feel a strange, warm feeling coming from her tail, which is still clinging to his neck like a tentacle more than an appendage for balance. During their relaxing time, he can feel himself ‘cooling down’, even though her lascivious temptress’s body continually twitches in random ways, ensuring to keep him erect the entire time he’s inside of her.

Daniel catches his breath, nibbling on her collar and kissing her neck, which she allows by tilting her head. “Mmm… Daniel… You know… If it was just you and me…”

“Neither of us would ever get any rest,” jokes Daniel softly.

She scoffs, laughing softly while she continues to rest in his loving embrace.

“We’re resting right now, aren’t we?”

“Mmm… I s’pose so.” Daniel shifts their weight, standing up with the relatively lithe and light succubus, and he lifts her by her thighs, slipping a little way out of her during his motion, but plunging back in as soon as he has his footing. Aoloan hums and moans eagerly, teasing over her shoulder, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were just trying to breed me instead of make love to me.” She pouts with a seductively teasing pose, even with his penis buried deep inside of her and her weight suspended from her thighs as he holds her off the ground. “Taking me from behind like a common-EEP!” She yelps as Daniel tosses her onto the bed, plopping out of her pussy with a grunt from the sensitive jolt he feels doing so.

He feels cold now that her tail comes loose from his neck and his breeding tool has left the comforting warmth of her perfectly-fitting vagina.

She starts to roll over in a huff, since her tail is still snagged in his shirt, “Daniel-mmf!?” He pounces onto her, pinning her down and kissing her on her bed. She immediately relaxes under him, and her tail snakes between her own legs to coil around his penis, dexterously stroking him to keep him as hard as can be.

And, something else.

He’s not sure, but he feels a strange sensation on his cheek that was being stroked by her spade tip at the end of her tail, as if she were kissing him. It’s not wet, nor is it necessarily cool, but it has a sort of numbness to it.

Now, he’s starting to feel the same subtle sensation in his rock-hard dick while he kisses his demoness consort. He uses one of his hands to knead her breasts in turns, while his other hand rubs her clitoris and labia to keep her aroused and ready as well.

Not that a succubus seems to need much stimulation to jump into the action.

A simple desire comes over Daniel, though it’s not a compulsion. It’s more like a craving, since the room smells thickly of the flowery liquor-like fragrance Aoloan gives off. He breaks free of their kiss, kneeling on the floor while positioning her hips on the edge of the bed. Her tail is long enough to stay coiled around his penis, and she continues to twist it back and forth, stroking his erection, which is somehow getting less and less sensitive.

I don’t know what that is, but I need to be mindful, or she really will kill me on accident.

His face is directly in front of the gap between her thighs, and he feels like the air is wavering like heat waves from how hot and thick the air is with her pheromones.

She sits up on her elbows, watching him a little dazed as well. “Daniel…?”

The human can’t resist any longer. She smells absolutely addictive, and the human presses his mouth to her lower lips, sliding his tongue into the gap between her labia. She squeaks, and it only registers in a deep part of Daniel’s mind that he just finished inside of her and is doing this.

Thankfully, he doesn’t find any of his own remnants, as if she is as clean as the moment he entered her room.

Aoloan giggles, teasing, “Trying to steal from me, Daniel? Nice try, but it’s already mine.” She strokes her belly affectionately, and the mechanic makes eye contact with her, a little bit more aware of that fact that is apparently irrelevant.

She grins. “Ooohhh… Well, if you must know, it’s all already deep inside of me. Thank you for the meal.” She snickers, wrapping her thighs around his head this time.

Daniel keeps licking, any and all concern swept away. He knows that mythical succubi of Earth were said to compel their male victims to cunnilingus, but Daniel has no mana. He’s pretty sure it is more of the urge of addiction, since her scent is absolutely mouth-watering for whatever reason, rather than a true act against his will.

Regardless, the deep, savory taste of her vagina reminds him of a slightly salty, mostly sweet and stiff drink, and her hums and moans of pleasure encourage him to keep going. He adds his fingers in, prodding and tasting her for a short while as she squirms, her tail never letting up its ministrations on his mating rod. Some part of him wanted to keep pleasuring her while giving his sensitive penis a break, but he is no longer feeling the ache in his muscles and testes like he just had a massive climax.

He’s pretty sure her tail is secreting a subtle anesthetic, but he wonders if it will deter him from being able to finish a second time.

Regardless, her tail coils around both his scrotum and penis, completely controlling his family jewels.

Aoloan moans and squeaks under Daniel’s affections, and her tail starts to tighten its grip on his penis, seemingly threatening to drive him to climax outside of her. That said, he feels only a continuing edge to his lust, rather than a rising pressure towards the finish.

“Ooohhh… Daniel… Daniel!” The succubus rakes her hands through his hair, rubbing his ears and cheeks with her thighs and stroking his penis with her tail. Daniel keeps thrusting his fingers into her lovely pink entrance, and he can feel her wood-stove like heat seemingly trying to pull his fingers in.

He is reaching his left hand up to finger her nipples, swirling over them to try to add to her stimulation, but her pussy is her most sensitive zone, and he keeps licking as quickly as he can.

He has gained a great deal of experience with his large collection of beloved companions, so he has far more endurance than he did when Geirahoel first seduced him almost a year or so ago.

Daniel does his best to pick up the pace, adjusting and changing angles and speed to find her g-spot, and when she twitches, he ‘attacks’ that same spot.

She begins squirming and crying out, gripping his hair and squeezing her thighs as he delivers her to her second orgasm with his tongue and fingers.

Her tail tightens around his penis, but it doesn’t have the same dexterity as her vaginal walls, so he isn’t pressed over the edge the way she is. She cries out, “DANIEL! GAH! AH!” She arches her back, bucking and spasming on her bed while liquid pheromone pours out of her labia into Daniel’s mouth. It gives him a sort of spasm of his own, pressing his mouth to shove his tongue in as deep as possible as if to claim the very source of her heady sexual liquor.

When he breaks free of the fog, he feels an absolutely carnal hunger in his whole body. He’s still in control of himself, but that control desperately wants to claim the closest woman to him.

Which, naturally, is the squirming mess of a succubus he just finished eating out.

The human somewhat roughly lifts and turns Aoloan so that she is lengthwise on her bed, and he rolls swiftly into position between her legs. He wastes no time sliding himself back into her fiery and slobbering wet pussy, burying himself to the hilt as she cries out. She grips his forearms, giving him a half-lidded gaze accented by rosy and sweaty cheeks. Aoloan’s insatiable lust has kicked in, and she is ready to descend into the deepest depths of pleasure with her human lover.

Daniel begins thrusting forcefully, ramming his breeding tool deep into her with every piston-like action. The pink-haired succubus moans and gasps, her own climax unfinished, and her pussy lets him know it.

It is already spasming, trying to milk her precious lover’s member for every drop of his seed, but he barely feels it. 

At least, he barely feels the sense of touch he is accustomed to.

Instead, that is replaced by a sort of heat that is growing in his balls and seemingly filling up into his iron-hard erection.

In spite of the lack of ache from his muscle exertion earlier, he can tell he is the most fully aroused that he has ever been, like an animalistic urge to breed has come over him, and he can’t and won’t stop until he has wholly claimed and bred the woman in front of him.

With the aggressive hunger he’s feeling, Aoloan alone might not be enough. That, or she better be able to endure.

Daniel pounds her pussy rapidly, reliably finding her g-spot with his dick now that he has some idea where it is, and she cries out continuously, wailing lustfully with every thrust. Gasps and yelps force their way out of the lithe and beautiful demoness’s sweet and sunny voice.

She moans like a whore who is actually having a real orgasm, and this spurs Daniel on, claiming his starry-eyed woman with every bit of his strength.

“T-T-Tell… Tell me… wh-whe-EN!” cries out the succubus, struggling just to fit those words in between her helpless and breathless cries of drowning in pleasure.

Daniel can barely think of words. His entire body wants to reach climax, as if he will die without it. He’s still fairly certain he’s under his own control, but afflicted with his carnal instincts to continue his bloodline.

And, he is wholly alright with that.

He has far more resources on Zenkon that he could ever dream of on Earth, so his reckless abandon with several intimate partners isn’t a problem as far as his ability to provide for them.

Addressing the matter of treating his children like family will be tricky, but he’ll have the help of a large family.

A family he is intent on growing today.

Daniel can finally feel his orgasm approaching after Aoloan screams and her pussy clamps down once more; her third climax for the night. Her voice is already becoming ragged, and he leans over her to kiss her. Their tongues and lips dance together as his penis pistons in and out of her vagina with a beastly fury.

This time, it’s not a usual growing ‘charge’ in his loins that he feels. Instead, it feels more like a near boiling surge of heat. The mechanic has lost track of time as he focuses on reaching that carnal achievement hard-coded into his DNA.

Daniel grunts out, “C-Cumming…”

When he reaches it, his climax hits like a seeming eruption, and he roars out at the top of his voice as he drives his seemingly boiling dick deep into his only chance for respite; the welcoming folds of Aoloan’s fertile pussy. And, having barely any presence of mind for herself, the succubus surprises her human mate. Her spade-like tail tip flutters along his perineum between his legs, touching the skin directly below his prostate. This amplifies Daniel’s climax even further, and it truly feels like a small explosion blasts out of him into her deepest and most sacred temple.

Aoloan, for her part, cries out, reaching a fourth orgasm in time with his second, and her voice is nearly gone as she gasps and weakly twitches underneath him, while his balls clench tightly over and over again, as if ringing his very soul out of his body and into her womb.

He nearly blacks out from the continuous surges of euphoria bolting through his body and sending forth his alabaster magma into his lover. He bucks his hips every few seconds, surging another shot of cum each time he does. If it was the darker sides of the internet, he feels like her belly should be starting to bulge outwards from sheer volume, given how long he pumps his virile seed into her.

Daniel collapses down onto the succubus, and she tenderly wraps her arms around his shoulders while they both pant endlessly, unable to speak and wholly and contentedly exhausted.

After a long time of cuddling near lifelessly on Aoloan’s bed, she finally has control of her breath somewhat. She whispers into Daniel’s ear, “That should be plenty, now…”

Daniel tries to look into her eyes, and she smiles dreamily. “You… do actually want to… r-right?” asks the Demoness.

Daniel nods. He’s fairly confident that she’s asking about children.

“It’s not the same as other babies…” replies Aoloan, which gains Daniel’s curiosity, but he doesn’t have the energy to ask too much.

He simply replies, “A healthy baby with a beautiful woman is the world’s greatest treasure.”

She smiles gently, petting his cheek. He finally manages to roll off of her, laying beside her in bed.

“Do… you want me to do it right now?” asks Aoloan after a little longer.

“Do what?” asks Daniel, confused.

“D-Didn’t you want… a baby?”

“I… I don’t understand.”

She smiles, petting his cheek. “Mm-hmm… There’s something you should know.” She leans closer and kisses him. “A succubus child isn’t conceived the same way as other races.” She shuffles herself closer to him and rolls over to snuggle her back into his embrace. Her tail slides down the waist of his pants, stroking his thigh affectionately as Daniel hugs the succubus. She continues her explanation with her soft tone, since her voice is worn out. “I have to cast a spell, somewhat like a summoning. But, it starts the process, and… your essence that I’ve collected so far will be the catalyst. However,...” She looks over her shoulder. “If we do this, I need almost daily ‘meals’ of semen and mana for her to grow. Th-That’s why I’ve held off for now.”

“I see…” murmurs Daniel. It’s a little surprising to hear, but she is a benign demon in a fantasy world, so he accepts what he’s being told.

“I take it… the meals don’t have to be me…” murmurs Daniel.

She shakes her head. “No…”

He is quiet for a moment. Every day will mean he’ll be too exhausted most of the time to share any intimacy with the others, which they’ll be unhappy about.

Sensing his hesitation, Aoloan interlocks her fingers with his. “A-A quick interaction is enough. I don’t have to exhaust you every time, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

He laughs softly, petting her belly gently. “That was one thing, so thank you for that…”

“What else are you worried about?”

Daniel thinks for a moment. He has a decision to make. He still believes Aoloan is being used, so he is hesitant to shun her completely, since he does care a great deal about her. If she is being puppeteered by Thymeria -or whoever it is-, it’s risky for her to be carrying Daniel’s child. Additionally, even if that wasn’t an issue, the commitment of ensuring daily intimacy is risky with all of the missions Daniel has to undertake in the near future. He’s worried that he won’t be able to guarantee that he can be there each and every day.

Daniel asks softly, “What… are the consequences if it isn’t me?”

Aoloan seems to deflate a little, and he squeezes her gently in his embrace. “Please don’t misunderstand. I’m only worried for the few days I can’t be by your side, not to cast you aside.”

She looks over her shoulder at him. He’s not sure if it works on him, but Aoloan can determine lies with a fair amount of accuracy through magic. He’s not lying, and he hopes she believes him.

She squeezes their hands with her interlocked fingers, replying softly, “The baby… will have traits of… all involved fathers…” She adds quietly, “With exceptions, but…”

“I see…” replies Daniel. He’s not sure how that works, but the strange method of conception is completely alien to him, and seems to be highly magic-dependent. He’s not sure what would happen to a succubus in the absence of magic. Can they not reproduce? That seems like an evolutionary flaw, though I guess being able to ‘assemble’ children through the accumulation of the needed ingredients gives a lot of flexibility as well.

“How long… will it take for the baby to be born?”

“She’ll be able to live outside of my womb after around two months as long as we don’t miss any days.” She smiles half-heartedly over her shoulder. “If we spend most of our days like this evening… It could be as fast as one month…”

That’s surprising as well. “That quick?”

She nods. “We make use of the life essence of our mates and magic. Like I said, it is somewhat like summoning magic. Just… a really long casting time.”

Daniel ponders it as he makes sense of the explanation. It’s an interesting method, and better than if she said that they’d have to be intimate every single day without fail for years on end -or even a human standard of 9-10 Earth months-.

But, one more obstacle stands in the way of Daniel and Aoloan adding to their oversized family.

“One last question, if it’s alright.”

She nods. “Mm-hmm. I know it’s different.” She teases over her shoulder, “You can’t just sow your seed and run if you want a one hundred percent Daughter of Calamity.”

Daniel laughs, hugging her close and kissing her neck and cheek. “I’m never going to escape that name, am I?”

“Do you want to?” asks the succubus cheekily.

“Nah. But, why are you so certain our baby will be a ‘she’? Are there no incubi in this world?”

She cocks her head. “There are, but they can only come from an incubus father, just like a succubus can only come from a succubus mother.”

Daniel nods, learning a great deal about his very own seductive, beautiful demoness lover.

I guess I have to decide, then… He studies her pink hair, soft skin, beautiful facial features, and captivating dark irises with star-like flecking glowing in them.

She isn’t usually at the forefront of family business the way Hekate and the dragons are, but Aoloan is kind, fun to be around, and has a rather good sense of humor.

She is peaceful to be around as well, where Geirahoel and Ryuogriar particularly, as much as he loves them, can wear him out with their energy. 

And, that’s not to mention the insatiable seductress and schemer Doephluev.

I need to figure out what to do about the espionage… If you’re not in on it, do you realize that you’re being manipulated?

Daniel strokes her soft pink hair for a moment, and she says tenderly, “This is why I didn’t mention anything about it. I… know it’s strange from a human’s perspective. But… I don’t want to be a wandering seductress… I… I like being a part of this family. I just… I don’t want… to be a burden.”

Daniel shifts so he can gently press her down onto her back, leaning over her to look directly into her eyes. “Aoloan, I don’t think of you as a burden. I never will. If you’re in trouble, I’ll help you. Always. Because…” He kisses her, adding softly, “You are a part of my family, and I love you.”

The demoness’s eyes water, and she smiles. “Y-You’re… my family, too… Daniel.” They bring their lips together once more in a loving display of their love. When he makes a moment to speak, Daniel then explains gently, “If… you’re willing to cooperate with my instructions, I want you to do it now. I don’t want anyone to miss out on having children, and I’ll love all of them with all of my heart.”

She grins dreamily, nodding in agreement. “I want it, too… But…”

“Is something wrong?” asks Daniel gently when she trails off.

“I… I’m just worried… a-about her…”

Daniel’s not sure if she’s trying to give him a hint, or if she’s just afraid for their future child, assuming all goes well. He’d like to think it’s a little of both, meaning she’s aware something is wrong, and she’s crying out for help.

Don’t worry, Aoloan. We’ll figure it out. And, I won’t let you die.

“If you’re willing, I’d like to apply a magic contract to you.”

“T-To me?” asks Aoloan, surprised by the idea.

Daniel nods, hugging her gently. “If you trust me, I promise it will make sense after she’s born.”

“W-... Will you…”

“You and I will pick the name, so let me know if you have some you’re partial to. Anything else, I’m asking you to trust me.”

The succubus hesitates for a moment, but she nods. “A-Alright. But, please… t-treat me like a wife…”

“You will be my wife,” reassures Daniel. “This is different. Like I said, it’ll make sense once she’s born.”

She nods, kissing him gently once more. “I trust you, Daniel.”

“Thank you. Ah, one last thing…”

She cocks her head curiously, and he asks, “Is my… negligible mana enough?”

“Negligible? I… got plenty from you tonight.”

“R-Really?” asks Daniel surprised. She nods, confused. Motion catches his eye, and he is surprised briefly.

Luceniel, the elemental bound to the scarf he’s wearing and currently in her darkness form, is hovering in his field of view with her arms crossed, looking away from him with an irritable pout.

Daniel almost speaks to her, but he smiles softly. “As long as there’s enough, then I’m glad.”

She smiles, and the two cuddle together. That said, Daniel gives the elemental a praying gesture of thanks, and she makes a silent huff before spearing her right index finger down onto her flattened left palm.

She’s telling him that he owes her a big one. He nods, agreeing to the small pixie’s terms before nestling down to sleep with the succubus in her bed.

She yawns, looking at him after having rested her eyes briefly. “Is it alright to do everything tomorrow? I’m sleepy.”

“Of course,” replies Daniel. “Good night, Aoloan.”

“Good night, Daniel.” The two share a goodnight kiss, and Luceniel plops down into the small pocket formed by Daniel’s neck and shoulder, going to sleep with them.

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