Miniarc-Capital in Crisis 6
Gordon stared in disbelief as the two creatures laughed while discussing the future of humanity. He knew their flippant tones were an act, another way to torture him, but underneath their tittering and giggles was a cold apathy and a sick amusement at the thought of helpless people pulled along by the currents of fate.
“What’s the matter, Junior?” Fen cooed. “You look pale.”
“You…” He started, shocked by his sudden ability to speak. The pause allowed him to take stock of his emotions and think past his desire to curse the scheming creatures to the Abyss and back. Gordon realized he may be the only person with complete knowledge of the tragedy awaiting Harvest and before him was one of the only beings who may have a chance of saving them. After tonight, Fen would erase his memory. This was his only chance to make a difference.
A presumptuous thought but he felt that he owed it to the kingdom, and his dead father, to at least try.
He cleared his throat. “Fendelheim.”
The thrall smiled, raising her head. “Yes, pet?”
“Is the invasion of the goblinoids part of your plan?”
“Not at all~ I was surprised as anyone else to learn of it. These are interesting times.”
“I know!” Benny declared. “Can you imagine being summoned a century ago? Boring. The king didn’t even murder a handful of siblings for the throne.”
“Yes, our talents have certainly been wasted by this realm’s summoners. But I don’t think that is what Junior wants to discuss. Is it?”
“…can you protect Harvest?”
“Are you asking if we can fight your war for you? Perhaps. We lack the numbers for now but that can be remedied. Are you asking if we could sway the battle in Harvest’s favor? In many ways. We could save thousands of lives as healers, change the very field of battle with earth magic, decimate the enemies with coordinated assaults. But you already know that, better than anyone…save our precious Lou, glorious as she is.”
“When do I get to meet her?” Benny whined.
Fen sighed heavily. “If only I knew.”
Gordon pushed down his reflexive disgust for their admiration of his long-time rival. “What would it take for you to intervene on the kingdom’s behalf?”
Fen laughed. “Intervene? Why, for the love of your saints, would we do that?”
“Just…what would it take?”
The thrall’s smile disappeared. “A pointless question. Yes, there are things that could prompt us to action but they are far beyond your means.”
“Not me, but the kingdom! Reveal yourself to the king. Explain what you can do. The crown may not be happy but Harvest is no stranger to making deals with elementals. They gave that mutant cocksucker a whole damn city.”
“I’m touched, Junior. That wasn’t even a ploy aimed for my destruction. I didn’t take you to be so patriotic.”
“…a lot of people are going to die.” Gordon wouldn’t lie and say that he was a bleeding heart that wept for every peasant that lived and died, but he also didn’t have his father’s callous heart. He couldn’t let hundreds, or even thousands, of people die without doing anything to help.
“Since you want to discuss this, tell me why we should barter with your kingdom when we can have anything we want given time.”
“Can you? No matter how good you are at scheming, there will be places barred to elementals. Or can only be accessed by the king’s inner circle. This is an opportunity to advance your goals. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”
Benny laughed. “Once in a lifetime he says!”
“Aw, don’t mock him. He’s trying his best. But, as usual, your perspective is too narrow. Perhaps a single lifetime wouldn’t be enough but we are not as fragile as humans. If one lifetime isn’t enough, we’ll use two. The king is wary of elementals? Then we will use a human. Perhaps a talented young orphan. A girl. Raise her to be beautiful and strong enough to entice a future king.”
“Not a boy?” Benny asked.
“Oh no. Monarchs are quite sensitive about ‘fathering the line’. They wouldn’t accept a man outside the family wearing the crown.”
“Humans are strange. Don’t they realize that the woman contributes equally to the traits of offspring? It’s the same thing.”
“Funny, isn’t it?”
“Hey!” Gordon snapped. He regretted the outburst the moment after. He was relieved to see the succubi didn’t seem bothered but his anxiety mounted as he tried to find the perfect argument to convince them.
“Hey,” Benny said, glowing red-orange eyes narrowing. “Why do you care so much? This doesn’t have anything to do with you. We’ll make sure you and the Mason family survive and I don’t think you have the luxury to worry about others.”
“…you might not understand this, but people care about each other,” he said slowly. “Standing aside while people die would make me feel bad.”
“Hehe. Under all that bluster and pride, you’re softie.”
“Wanting to prevent the death of thousands does not make me a softie. It means I’m not a monster.”
“Relax, Junior~” Fen purred. “You’ll feel bad for tonight but by morning, you’ll be swimming in blissful ignorance. Now, enough prattling.” His next attempt to speak resulted in nothing but silence as his body refused to listen. “Time to go.”
“Hey, wait a minute.” Benny rolled them over, pouting. “I’ve been cooped up in that palace for over a week.” She ground her hips against the thrall pinned beneath her. “Come on~ Let’s me have a little fun.”
“Mm…I suppose.” Fen turned toward him and Gordon’s heart pounded. Is she…
His hopes died as she turned away, her arms going around the virtue’s neck as she kissed her. Gordon tried to close his eyes as their embrace heated up but that didn’t help as the image was projected straight to his mind, in more detail than before. He could see every inch of flawless, purple skin and make out individual strands of Fen’s silver hair as Benny removed her dress.
The virtue didn’t bother taking off her own dress, simply lifting the hem. The image in Gordon’s mind disappeared. He opened his eyes curiously but quickly shut them as a sharp pain started behind his eyes. A moment later, the image returned accompanied by two moans. He mentally flinched at the sight of the virtue slowly fucking Fen with a large, black cock that made him extremely self-conscious.
“Oh, yeah,” Benny groaned. She planted her hands on either side of Fen’s head as the thrall wrapped her legs around her waist, pulling her closer. “Ahhh…can’t tell you, mm, how annoying it is, hah, letting that little prick put his littler prick in me every night and pretending I enjoy it.”
Fen opened her mouth but a dark hand covered it. “And that’s enough out of you,” the virtue growled. “Do you think I’m happy taking orders from a thrall? All because you had the luck of meeting that wonderful—"
She yelped as her hand was bitten. Her curses were cut off by Fen grabbing two of her horns and pulling her into a kiss. Benny fought to wrest her lips away. “Show me,” she growled. And then no more words were shared as the two succubi shared their bodies and minds.
Miniarc-Capital in Crisis 6
Gordon stared in disbelief as the two creatures laughed while discussing the future of humanity. He knew their flippant tones were an act, another way to torture him, but underneath their tittering and giggles was a cold apathy and a sick amusement at the thought of helpless people pulled along by the currents of fate.
“What’s the matter, Junior?” Fen cooed. “You look pale.”
“You…” He started, shocked by his sudden ability to speak. The pause allowed him to take stock of his emotions and think past his desire to curse the scheming creatures to the Abyss and back. Gordon realized he may be the only person with complete knowledge of the tragedy awaiting Harvest and before him was one of the only beings who may have a chance of saving them. After tonight, Fen would erase his memory. This was his only chance to make a difference.
A presumptuous thought but he felt that he owed it to the kingdom, and his dead father, to at least try.
He cleared his throat. “Fendelheim.”
The thrall smiled, raising her head. “Yes, pet?”
“Is the invasion of the goblinoids part of your plan?”
“Not at all~ I was surprised as anyone else to learn of it. These are interesting times.”
“I know!” Benny declared. “Can you imagine being summoned a century ago? Boring. The king didn’t even murder a handful of siblings for the throne.”
“Yes, our talents have certainly been wasted by this realm’s summoners. But I don’t think that is what Junior wants to discuss. Is it?”
“…can you protect Harvest?”
“Are you asking if we can fight your war for you? Perhaps. We lack the numbers for now but that can be remedied. Are you asking if we could sway the battle in Harvest’s favor? In many ways. We could save thousands of lives as healers, change the very field of battle with earth magic, decimate the enemies with coordinated assaults. But you already know that, better than anyone…save our precious Lou, glorious as she is.”
“When do I get to meet her?” Benny whined.
Fen sighed heavily. “If only I knew.”
Gordon pushed down his reflexive disgust for their admiration of his long-time rival. “What would it take for you to intervene on the kingdom’s behalf?”
Fen laughed. “Intervene? Why, for the love of your saints, would we do that?”
“Just…what would it take?”
The thrall’s smile disappeared. “A pointless question. Yes, there are things that could prompt us to action but they are far beyond your means.”
“Not me, but the kingdom! Reveal yourself to the king. Explain what you can do. The crown may not be happy but Harvest is no stranger to making deals with elementals. They gave that mutant cocksucker a whole damn city.”
“I’m touched, Junior. That wasn’t even a ploy aimed for my destruction. I didn’t take you to be so patriotic.”
“…a lot of people are going to die.” Gordon wouldn’t lie and say that he was a bleeding heart that wept for every peasant that lived and died, but he also didn’t have his father’s callous heart. He couldn’t let hundreds, or even thousands, of people die without doing anything to help.
“Since you want to discuss this, tell me why we should barter with your kingdom when we can have anything we want given time.”
“Can you? No matter how good you are at scheming, there will be places barred to elementals. Or can only be accessed by the king’s inner circle. This is an opportunity to advance your goals. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”
Benny laughed. “Once in a lifetime he says!”
“Aw, don’t mock him. He’s trying his best. But, as usual, your perspective is too narrow. Perhaps a single lifetime wouldn’t be enough but we are not as fragile as humans. If one lifetime isn’t enough, we’ll use two. The king is wary of elementals? Then we will use a human. Perhaps a talented young orphan. A girl. Raise her to be beautiful and strong enough to entice a future king.”
“Not a boy?” Benny asked.
“Oh no. Monarchs are quite sensitive about ‘fathering the line’. They wouldn’t accept a man outside the family wearing the crown.”
“Humans are strange. Don’t they realize that the woman contributes equally to the traits of offspring? It’s the same thing.”
“Funny, isn’t it?”
“Hey!” Gordon snapped. He regretted the outburst the moment after. He was relieved to see the succubi didn’t seem bothered but his anxiety mounted as he tried to find the perfect argument to convince them.
“Hey,” Benny said, glowing red-orange eyes narrowing. “Why do you care so much? This doesn’t have anything to do with you. We’ll make sure you and the Mason family survive and I don’t think you have the luxury to worry about others.”
“…you might not understand this, but people care about each other,” he said slowly. “Standing aside while people die would make me feel bad.”
“Hehe. Under all that bluster and pride, you’re softie.”
“Wanting to prevent the death of thousands does not make me a softie. It means I’m not a monster.”
“Relax, Junior~” Fen purred. “You’ll feel bad for tonight but by morning, you’ll be swimming in blissful ignorance. Now, enough prattling.” His next attempt to speak resulted in nothing but silence as his body refused to listen. “Time to go.”
“Hey, wait a minute.” Benny rolled them over, pouting. “I’ve been cooped up in that palace for over a week.” She ground her hips against the thrall pinned beneath her. “Come on~ Let’s me have a little fun.”
“Mm…I suppose.” Fen turned toward him and Gordon’s heart pounded. Is she…
His hopes died as she turned away, her arms going around the virtue’s neck as she kissed her. Gordon tried to close his eyes as their embrace heated up but that didn’t help as the image was projected straight to his mind, in more detail than before. He could see every inch of flawless, purple skin and make out individual strands of Fen’s silver hair as Benny removed her dress.
The virtue didn’t bother taking off her own dress, simply lifting the hem. The image in Gordon’s mind disappeared. He opened his eyes curiously but quickly shut them as a sharp pain started behind his eyes. A moment later, the image returned accompanied by two moans. He mentally flinched at the sight of the virtue slowly fucking Fen with a large, black cock that made him extremely self-conscious.
“Oh, yeah,” Benny groaned. She planted her hands on either side of Fen’s head as the thrall wrapped her legs around her waist, pulling her closer. “Ahhh…can’t tell you, mm, how annoying it is, hah, letting that little prick put his littler prick in me every night and pretending I enjoy it.”
Fen opened her mouth but a dark hand covered it. “And that’s enough out of you,” the virtue growled. “Do you think I’m happy taking orders from a thrall? All because you had the luck of meeting that wonderful—"
She yelped as her hand was bitten. Her curses were cut off by Fen grabbing two of her horns and pulling her into a kiss. Benny fought to wrest her lips away. “Show me,” she growled. And then no more words were shared as the two succubi shared their bodies and minds.
