Shaking from her encounter with Peris, Fosi fled all the way from the depths of "her" training room below the castle up to "her" study on the third floor. She cursed the court mage for putting her in a situation where she would have to lie to one of her most dearly-held allies to keep the secret that she was, in fact, the dread lord of all demon-kind transformed into this sort of whelp, with her demonic heritage reduced to her horns and her finely-scaled tail. She again cursed under her breath as she passed said man's room on the way to the study, with his ultimatum in mind...
What did he mean by, 'a chance to earn his silence'? It must be something sexual. Of course it would be, it always is with menfolk. It wasn't enough to stain my mouth with his flavor, to pour it down my throat... He might want *gulp*
that
as well...
All that man knew, all he suspected, was that Fosi's origins weren't as she and Kaffe had said. It wasn't much, but Avlakoi's other servants would be looking for any reason to disobey and de-throne their lord's waifish "daughter". She knew full well that it was only the protection of his name that kept her from being assaulted, degraded, defiled at every opportunity by men with that same demonic blood, boiling with hedonistic drive, and if that protection as well was stripped from her...
She threw herself at the paperwork that had built up on Avlakoi's desk in his absence to occupy her mind. Fosi's nimble fingers flipped through page after page with ease and her shorter physique meant she didn't have to crane herself over at all times. Even that chair which had been too small to comfortably fit Avlakoi's gigantic frame was more comfortable under Fosi's slimmer hips and her softer ass; the huge cutout made for Avlakoi's tail left her own with so very much room, long and slender as her tail was, that she found herself casually whapping it against the side of the chair as she worked. So, within an hour or so, Avlakoi would have been surprised to see the surface of his own desk after months of seeing only paper.
Huh... now what?
Fosi sank back into her enormous chair. The sweat and grime she'd accumulated while training earlier was making her itch and her clothes felt gross. The thing about scales: one didn't need to care about the quality of their clothing or whether it had ever been washed, but Fosi had to admit that there was value in bathing... Halfway through the day, there shouldn't be anyone there, should there?
She fetched a new set of clothing from her room, a yem and short pants with a string to tie at the base of her tail rather than a hole. The breeziness of a skirt was one of the last things she needed when the passing air constantly reminded her of her womanhood. How natural-born succubi dealt with the distraction, she didn't know.
Then, as she'd thought, the bath was deserted when she arrived. Fosi undressed and went through the motions that she could remember, having trouble with her long hair and forsaking shampoo anyway, then stepped into the warm waters and soaked with the comforting echoed noise of dripping water as solitary accompaniment.
For a minute, that was.
"I didn't think I would find you here." Kaffe knelt, clothed, at the edge of the bath and Fosi did her best to ignore her, not even opening her eyes. "I heard about your little scuffle in the yard; are you unhurt, my lord?"
"In essence."
Kaffe reached out, damped her sleeve by taking Fosi's arm harshly out of the water and inspected it. "I should have known, you have a scrape. Sit up out of the bath, I need to check you for any other injuries."
"I will not." Fosi ripped her arm from the smaller woman's grasp; weaker in a fight than this master magician she might now be, without access even to Avlakoi's Hell-granted magical ability, her body was at least strong enough to assert itself against that one's. "This is nothing, I would not have noticed it had you not shown it to me. Wounds occur during training, that is just the way of things." Though, now that her attention was drawn, the ache insisted upon itself.
"Have you ever slept with a woman with a scarred face?"
"I have
fucked
women whose faces I have scarred." Fosi, no, Avlakoi, hadn't loved it, but those who opposed his peoples' rule had to be taught the price for disobedience, so it was said. "And I would welcome being a woman no man desires to sleep with, if I cannot be a man."
Kaffe sighed. "My second condition of turning you back temporarily, amended: drag yourself out of the bath now and allow me to treat you."
"... Fine." Fosi gritted her teeth but did so, sitting at the edge with her feet defiantly within the water on the first step, one arm covering her breasts and the other's hand pressed protectively between her thighs.
Kaffe whispered, with dissonantly seeming reverence, "I vow that I will not assault you within the time it takes to treat you, unless you give me no choice." She took a bottle of something ochre and oily out from a hidden pocket and began ministering over Fosi's unknown scratches and cuts. It stung for an instant and then became chill along the bloodied lines, skin already closing. "I can't do much about scars once they have set, due to the way healing potions work, surely my lord would know. If you insist on treating this body poorly by throwing it into battle with strong men, you may as well use the tools of the succubus' trade to ensure you aren't worn down to the nub. I cannot expect you to act as a noble lady immediately, but it would be wise to act out your role enough that people do not start asking unanswerable questions."
She ran her fingers gently through Fosi's hair and found a concealed cut on the back of her head, likely from being pushed down into the dirt.
"I am, after all, only required by my vows to refrain from revealing your identity myself. I have no duty to continue helping you conceal it."
Ah, fuck...
"Since you say that..." Fosi only debated it for a second before telling Kaffe everything that had happened in the underground training room, Peris' veiled threats and his incipient ultimatum that night. "I ended up telling him so many lies and he saw through them... Every one..."
Kaffe finished tending to the final cut and popped the cork back onto her little bottle, then knelt in serious thought for some time while Fosi fretted at her side. "I would put even money on him wanting to continue where the two of you left off the other night. I have at least heard that he can be quite tender with his women, when he's sober, so having him as your first real partner should not be so horrible as all that."
"You assume I'll allow him to have his way with me?" Fosi went back to her soak in the bath, unfortunately surrounded by the bitter scent of healing balm. "He doesn't need me for sex; any woman in his line of sight could be his with a minor effort. Anything he would want with me would be a matter of dominating me."
"I disagree. You would likely find him more genteel than Avlakoi would expect. And I have not forgotten how you acted out this morning..." The mage chuckled maliciously. "I was going to save this for later, but it seems you will need to be pushed into the chill waters rather than simply dipping your toes."
"What do you mean by that?" Fosi gulped. She had an idea and could only hope that Kaffe was not so cruel.
"My third and final condition, should you like
your father to return for one week,
is that you lose your virginity."
Fosi paled, felt chilled despite the warm waters swaddling her, couldn't seem to catch her breath, clutched herself tightly as visions forced themselves upon her of being split open by Peris' huge, throbbing cock... The memory of his skin's flavor insisted itself on her, the taste and the warmth of his semen as it flowed down her throat and filled her belly... She bent over the side of the basin, as she felt that she might vomit and didn't want it to dirty the bath's waters.
