Hopeful Sin Ch 12

Jayden

Jayden relaxed by the central square fountain where he'd first met Viera and Adrienne on their first dive, while Vieracheerfully informed her family she was leaving to explore dungeons further away from home. Astra had gone to her headmaster to announce her own intentions of becoming an adventurer, a common and noble goal among fresh-faced Inquisitor trainees, as it was the best way to gain power for the Church in this overly peaceful world. Both were commanded to return to him and report any issues. And, while they were out, they were also to look for one or two low level adventurer females for a final excursion in a few days, before they skipped town.

"Viera" returned first, reporting, "Her family would like to see her before we depart the city. Her mother also wishes to meet the gentleman who will be accompanying her on her adventures, but it seems like neither parent, nor the younger brother have any particular capacity for detecting any of our ilk, as they treated me like their beloved daughter and sister."

Jayden nodded. "Then we, the happy couple by then, will have to visit before we leave. Maybe they will have going-away money." He patted his lap for her to sit in and make out while they waited for Astra. Might as well establish this rumor now.

The priestess returned nearly an hour after Syra, and she was fully loaded with her belongings, including a set of armor, two swords with holy runes of Evil Slaying embedded into them, and no less than five books of dungeon lore. All she said was, "No problems."

"Are there any problems for me?" Jayden clarified, keeping Viera on his lap. He had commanded Syra to instruct him what orders to give Astra to prevent her betrayal, but he was paranoid enough to want to make sure, given that the discovery of the collar or Syra would lead to his reeducation, at best, or his public humiliation and execution at worst.

"No." Astra didn't elaborate, refusing to offer any more information than what was commanded of her.

"Kiss each other deeply," he ordered both of them. Now that he had set the stage for his relationship with Viera, he might as well make her a bisexual and show everyone how awesome he was, to have landed them both.

Astra's jaw clenched with loathing and she shuddered while fighting the compulsion. Viera, on the other hand, bounced right up, ending any chance Astra might have had of resisting for longer as she closed the distance, and in the end, both heads moved in tandem for a kiss.

Jayden rose happily to his feet, moving between them and grabbing both their butts as he led them down the road for all to see, to his dingy little hovel. Entering his room he sighed, "I need to upgrade. Okay, Astra. I didn't really want you. I was hoping for Viera," he smiled at the mage clone in question, "But I don't know what your church is like and if Syra could have pulled off passing as you and announcing your leave. So... why should I let you be anything other than a sex slave?"

He left Astra where she stood, just inside the door as he took Viera to the bed, sitting with his succubus in his lap.

"Because I am an Inquisitor Initiate." she answered tersely. "Even if that position means nothing to you and your fiend, it means I have access to areas within cities that you do not."

"Fair, but you only have to be an inquisitor outside these walls. What can you do for me when we are not out and about in the city?" Jayden began idly kissing the back of Syra's neck as he began to strip her clothing. While he was clearly idle and distracted, he was also actually tender and gentle. Sensual even. Another trait Syra could work on training up.

Golden eyes flared with anger as the proud Initiate snapped, "I am not a whore."

Syra chuckled, low and silky, murmuring, "Not yet."

"And if you want to remain not a whore, you should think of something else you can do." Jayden gave Viera's earlobe a light nibble of approval at her interjection. Pulling off her robe, he tossed it aside as his hands slid up her sides to cup and massage her breasts through her bra. Syra sighed contentedly, thinking that at least if she couldn't have her Master with her, she knew she was on the path to helping him, and if she must be stuck with someone, at least they would be imbued with the personal boon of her True Master. Her head tilted to give him free access to her neck, while shifting her hips on his lap to grind against the bulge beneath her.

Astra ground her teeth together, loathing in every syllable as she spat between her teeth, "I know how to give a massage."

"That will do. You are forbidden from leaving my home without permission. The orders that I gave you regarding secrecy and non-betrayal are now permanent unless I specifically release you from them. If you massage me... and Syra, as desired and perform any menial tasks I assign you diligently, I will not order you to do anything more. Does that sound good to you?" He unhooked Viera's bra, tossing that, too, while he spoke to Astra. She was to be a menial maid to the psychopath.

"Yes." the slave muttered, while the "elf" rotated her hips on Jayden's lap, tilting back so that her lips brushed his ear and she murmured, "Don't forget naked. Clothes in the house are so unnecessary."

Smiling indulgently, Jayden bit her lip lightly. "I like leaving a little to the imagination, Viera, don't you? Astra, I want you to go buy the sluttiest things you can for you and Viera. Tiny underwear, silky bras, and a little tiny apron for you. You can use your money and hurry back." No commands. Simply a task for her. He leaned in, kissed and suckled Viera's neck while reaching down and slid his hand into her panties, clearly considering the discussion done.

The priestess took this as an open invitation for her to get out of the room rather than have to witness what she had no doubt would come next, and she turned on her heel to depart. Jayden let her go, as she must return after completing her task. He did say hurry back, considering this to be her first test.

In the meantime, he tilted Viera back in his arm so he could lean down and gently suckle her unpierced nipple as his finger found her moist slit and started to stroke.

"Mmm..." Syra sighed, her clit hardening quickly, and she lightly teases, "You like this form, don't you... Master?" She deliberately caressed the word as it left her tongue, using it to stroke his ego, as skillfully as she used it to stroke his cock.

"Hush, Viera," he admonished her. Jayden clearly liked this form, and did not want the succubus to ruin the illusion, at least not at this moment. But he did like it when she addressed him as master, as she felt him flex against her bottom when she'd said it. Jayden was being uncommonly tender to his Viera.

Turning so that she straddled him, Syra leaned in to press her lips to his, slowly moving back and forth while lifting his shirt over his head, very briefly breaking the kiss to do so and Jayden sighed, closed his eyes, and lay down, content to let his pet go to work on him. She doubted he was thinking of a red skinned fiend on top of him at this moment, but he seemed willing to let her drive his fantasy, and truly, she was not thinking of a petulant human beneath her, either. As she leaned in, flicking her tongue over his nipple she lifted her hips and reached between her legs to untie his pants.

"Ahh.." he sighed contently, "Viera..." he reached down and stroked her blonde hair.

"Master..." Syra murmured tenderly, with none of her normal purr, sounding instead like a devoted lover. Her lips left his nipple, and she shifted downward, pulling his pants as she traveled, until she was able to toss them over the side of the bed.

Jayden was hard and ready, his member springing forth with gusto. She could feel the Boon from her True Master under his skin, tingling against her flesh like sensual static, and as he was not fucking her hard and raw at this instant, nor was he transforming, she knew he was keeping himself in check for his Viera.

Syra idly wondered as to whether her young Master thought that, in some way, this made up for sending the elf to her doom, but it didn't truly matter. Maybe he'd be more receptive to her words, if they came from Viera's lips. Lips that kissed their way slowly and sensually up his inner thigh, then over his member, slowly dragging to the very tip.

"Yessss..." He hissed, his head tilting down as he cracked open his eyes to watch her.

Viera's blonde head was bowed over his member, her eyes closed bashfully, and her lips were careful as they parted over the tip of his thick member, slowly embracing the hard flesh, while her tongue dragged down. Syra was careful not to go too deep or too fast, as her own skill would break the illusion, pulling back as he touched her throat, forcing a slight gag.

"It's okay, slow and steady," he murmured, engulfed in his fantasy. "Nice and deep."

Syra complied, moving in slowly, then dragging up, her tongue pressed firmly to the thick vein on the bottom of his hard length, as she settled on a pace that would suit the inferior form she'd taken, without going too far and gagging again.

The undiluted erotic pleasure leaking from him began to nourish Syra, enhancing her own enjoyment of the roleplay. Her kind reveled in fantasies and Jayden was fully engaged in this one. It felt almost as good as casual sex for her.

After a few minutes Jayden sat up and pulled her into the bed to lay beside him, a soft pop sounding as her mouth pulled free from his engorged cock. He moved over her, slowly peeling off her panties, smiling at her shy eyes, her cheeks colored with a soft pink hue as she shivered anxiously.

He smiled adoringly while pulling her legs apart and then moved in to inexpertly lick. He was... fine, Syra supposed. For his first time. But would his lover correct his actions? She couldn't read what he would best respond to, since her Master willed it, whether consciously or not, that she be cut off from his desires. On the one hand he was Pride incarnate. On the other, he had shown a remarkable affection for his Viera. The one he saw in his mind, who had come home with them, entranced by his... "charm", and sexual prowess. His Viera wouldn't direct him. Could not correct him, but perhaps... she would beg from him. "More... please, Master, my clit... please go faster!" Viera pleaded breathlessly, tensing and shivering with pleasure.

Jayden grinned triumphantly, using his fingers as he parted her fuzzy lips and licked hard and fast at her sensitive clit. It was a virgin's clit being licked and excited for the first time, by her Master's will, so Syra could at least enjoy that. She shuddered, this time with genuine pleasure as her clit hardened fully under his tongue, and she voiced soft, sweet moans that slowly raised in pitch and volume, until she was shuddering beneath him. Jayden sucked at her leaking juices before sliding atop her, his hard member rubbing her moist mound.

"Put me in, my Viera." Even engrossed in his fantasy he made demands. And it was an order, irresistible to the bound fiend. She reached between their legs, a little tremble in her fingers as she took him in hand and guided him to her virgin hole. Jayden slowly and gently slid into her slickness, pausing at her maidenhood, which he at least noticed. Leaning down, he kissed her hard as he pushed through with a swift thrust. Syra arched beneath him, his lips muffling her cry and shivering fingers moving up to tentatively rest on his sides as she whimpered quietly, perfectly playing the part of a girl being taken for the first time.

Jayden was slow and gentle, still retraining his Boon, though excitement had him growing thick inside her. "Better?" he asked, the inexperienced youth expecting instant results. Having this virgin's hymen ripped did hurt, but did the inexperienced boy need to know that?

For her purposes, he did not, and Syra gave him a shy, pleasured smile, whispering, "Yes... it's good, Master. So good..."

He grinned victoriously and continued making love to her steadily, gradually picking up speed, but he didn't rush and used his newfound skill at holding back, expecting her to climax on her maiden voyage.

Which... could be a problem. Jayden didn't have the skill to make her cum, and this body was untrained in pleasure. Then again, maybe he wouldn't recognize a false orgasm from a true one if she just tensed at the right time...

Syra built up the act, moaning and gasping, her fingers hesitant and exploratory on his sides, evolving into a full embrace as she wrapped her arms around him, stroking up and down, into his hair, down to his hips and back again. Then, a few minutes in, she gasped audibly and arched beneath him, tensing her pussy as she shuddered beneath him.

Any experienced lover would have recognized it for what it was. A manufactured reaction to sub-par performance. Her Master, however...

Jayden grinned widely and released himself, cumming hard inside her body, flooding her as she was unable to absorb and feed from it in this form. He rested atop her, panting there for a little while, still inside her, before rising and looking down at her. "That was perfect, Syra. Clean me off with her mouth, tell me you love me, then become you."

Syra curled over until she knelt in front of him, and slowly, worshipfully cleaned his cock with her tongue and mouth, taking her time in seeing this fantasy to its end, then, satisfied that he is clean, and she settled back to look at him with Viera's radiant green eyes, murmuring, "I love you."

Then the illusion shattered, as she returned to her true form.

"That was good. And now you know what my ideal Viera is like, yes?" Jayden asked pointedly. His eyes and tone seemed a little too pointed and probing.

Ah, so it's to be a recurring fantasy, Syra mused. Oh well, he'll get over it eventually. "Yes. It is a shame you couldn't keep her, but your decision was a wise one. The general holiness of the Inquisitor's temple would have made it very difficult for me to imitate the other slave, as you suspected."

Rather than responding to her compliment, her contract holder grinned wickedly.

"Become my Viera," he commanded her. Syra's contract was very specific about her doing anything possible. She could not become a dragon. Or a boat. But she could change her form to match the elven mage. She could adore and love this man. She could love having sex with him and making wicked little suggestions for things his slave can do. She could have no memory of him being a bad person. And, as icing on the cake, she could still be a virgin.

Just like that, Syra was gone and Jayden's idealized version of Viera stared adoringly up at him from where she'd just cleaned his member, with no memory of hell or fiendish kind. Syra may not have Viera's real memories or abilities, but her mind easily sorted all that out, her prime contract reading intent, heedless of the wording of an inexperienced Master.

Jayden grinned happily as he pulled her into his lap. He cuddled her, listened to her coo so sweetly at him, and asked about Syra, who she had no clue of. When they finally heard footsteps coming toward them from the hall outside, Jayden commanded, "Syra, return," and his succubus was once more in his lap, with full memory of everything that happened.

While mildly irked by his cunning use of her shapeshifting, Syra quickly decided it would be best not to complain or comment on her displeasure, so she laid her head on his shoulder, looking to the door for the lesser slave, who strode into the room with a sour look on her face.

Astra carried a small pack of clothing, which she placed on the bed in front of Jayden without a word for his inspection. Inside, he found a variety of tiny pieces of underwear, bras that ranged from barely covering the nipples, to bikini size. And an apron for herself that should just barely cover her from breast to crotch.

"Very good. You probably could have been a little faster. Syra... How fast can you make her cum, and taste it, without her compliance or taking her maidenhood? Show me," He commanded, "Astra, you may defend yourself." He told the third rank cleric as the fifteenth rank fighter smirked from his lap.

Syra didn't move right away, looking at the priestess for a few moments. She could simply charm the girl, with relative ease, but she had a feeling that was not what her Master was looking for from her. So she rose, uncoiling from Jayden's lap with a predatory smile.

While the succubus pondered, and began to move, Astra quickly cast a protection spell to make it difficult for Syra to touch her as bright Light swirld in front of her as a shield.

Jayden settled in for a good old girl fight. Syra was, as usual, already naked. In order for Syra to win, he expected the same of Astra soon. He was nearly giddy in anticipation.As Syra closed the distance between herself and the young priestess, she seemed to show no difficulty at all as she reached to grab Astra's conservative robes, taking a moment to casually ask, "Shall I spare the robes, Master?"

Astra, frozen with shock for a moment, then began trying to cast again, but a quick slap from Syra interrupted her concentration while the succubus awaited her Master's response.

Looking over at Astra's traveling pack, Jayden saw the sleeve of a spare. "Nah."

Riiiiiiip, Syra tore through the fabric, straight down to the girl's waist. Realizing that casting wouldn't to do do anything against this particular opponent, Astra began to lash out with her fists, landing a fair hit on Syra's jaw, before the succubus shook her violently by the robe, putting the young cleric off balance so that she could turn her counterpart around, using the torn robe to pin her arms to her sides and shove her face down over the bed.

"Syra, stop. Assume Viera's form.Then resume." Astra was never told to stop, and Syra took a few seconds to complete the transformation, casting a look of vexation at her immature Master once the transformation was complete. Her only consolation was that she merely changed her form, not her mind, the Viera he'd crafted not being a fighter.

Astra had wiggled free, and turned around in those precious few seconds, and Syra seethed silently. So much for wanting her to show him how quickly she could make the other girl cum. Handicaps were unproductive toward that end. Their physical strength was more evenly matched now, and Astra was far more capable of putting up more of a fight as Syra attempted to reestablish a hold on her flailing arms.

Of course, with Viera naked and Astra mostly so, the show was far more entertaining for Jayden, as he enjoyed the sight of their tight bodies jiggling in all the right places as the girls began to wrestle on the floor.

It took only a couple minutes before Syra sensed her Master reaching peak arousal, and as she bared her teeth, she stopped deliberately trying to make it a show for him, instead going for the quick and brutal finish, forcing her legs between Astra's. Reasserting her hold on Astra's flailing wrists was a little more difficult, but once done, she quickly transferred the hold to one hand, using her weight to pin Astra's hands over her head.

Jayden leaned forward to watch closely as Syra began her task in earnest, forcing her hand beneath Astra's underwear and starting to rapidly rub at her clit, making Astra scream, loudly, while thrashing desperately.

Watching the Light Demon's hooves scramble on the floor as she struggled to free herself from the innocent looking elven mage had Jayden's hard member pulsing with excitement, however an angry pounding on the wall made him snap out, "Neither of you are to scream except in climax."

"I need to move out."

Astra's lips began to quiver with humiliation, her desperate attempt to draw outside attention utterly failing if the annoyed tone of the thumping was any indication. She couldn't dwell long, as Syra relentlessly rubbed her clit, holding tight with as much weight as Viera's tight body possessed while keeping her legs open.