A week's worth of Avlakoi's paperwork took Fosi just over three hours, including those documents which warranted more detailed examination. The man had overestimated, it seemed, the executive duties required of his limited personal holdings; his "daughter" had an easier time seeing such things.
Fosi ended up actually partaking in the revelry Avlakoi had heard in the main hall each day, the song and dance that unified disparate demonic bloodlines in mutualistic hedonism. Nobody enjoyed such an atmosphere with their boss in attendance so he'd always avoided it... She'd also experienced the extent of subtlety in proposition for a night of fun, refused with exactingly-matched gentility. Surprisingly, each of her "father's" soldiers felt that they might be the one she'd take a liking to and these propositions did not stop for days and days of persistent denial.
I can't blame them, can I? I did take that wolfman to bed with me... They probably think they could be the next one dragged off to be used and thrown away with a smile on their face and their seed on mine.
Fosi blushed, having such thoughts, then returned to the business of the moment.
Kaffe hasn't made me fuck anyone else since then... That woman, I can't tell what she means to do to this female body but I almost wish she'd just get on with it. The anticipation is almost worse.
She'd gotten used to waking up in a form nearly three feet shorter than the one Avlakoi had grown into; his bed was so absolutely large for a woman of her stature that she'd invited the voluptuous Merrili as a bed warmer for hugging throughout the night. The cow demoness had eagerly agreed, she was a cuddlebug at heart, and the sound of her breath, the smell of her skin were so immensely soothing that Fosi tried each night to stay up and enjoy the girl's presence, failed before she knew it every time.
A couple weeks passed in the same womanly form, not without sex but without fucking any other man. Fosi had never taken so many baths in her life before, and almost every single morning Merrili and the other succubi took the opportunity to practice skinship. Their playful fingers made her feel things she'd never once considered...
Well it makes sense... my real form's scales are too thick to feel a touch so soft... Of course I like it, nothing to do with being a woman... I'm not one! It's just...
She couldn't bear to finish her thought, had to keep her eye on a future where she'd shuck off this form and never return to it.
After her morning bath, Fosi routinely went down to the training grounds and took up her wooden glaive to join the men in mock battle, and of course became dirty enough to justify another bath later. She'd wondered out loud why she couldn't just train and then take her one bath of the day later; Merrili and some of the others had informed her that properly caring for her skin involved getting the so-called grime of the night off as soon as possible. Having never cared for real skin before, Fosi had shrugged and resigned to following their guidelines, though she did put her foot down on the matter of makeup. All the powders and creams felt weird without the requisite decades of experience in everyday wear.
The men of the garrison were going easy on her, she could tell, even though she'd made a point of humiliating an officer on her first day. Leikos and Tein waved once in a while (it had to be them, who else would wave?) from the other side of the large field where robed, staff-wielding casters plugged away at stone targets tens of meters away (the hay targets used by the martial fighters didn't last against fire magic of course).
In her momentary lack of focus, Fosi was knocked on her ass by a bat demon with a war axe. A tense moment was shattered by her breaking into laughter and reaching for the man's hand to be pulled to her feet.
He'll be bragging later~ That he touched my hand, too~
Fosi tamped down her odd happiness and went back to practice.
Getting beaten down and having to adapt to stronger opponents was strangely enjoyable. Fosi was learning more about her body by taking on bruises than Avlakoi had ever known about his by meting them out. The female form had its disadvantages in strength and reach, but the gap was not so far as she'd believed. Her companions were far more compassionate than she might have thought, however much of that came because of her relation to their lord and his assumed fury if she were seriously injured.
And all of them would jump at the chance to fuck me, too.
She smiled. Just adrenaline, she told herself.
It was overcast and yet warm enough that Fosi was drenched in sweat when they broke for a breather. She was wiping her brow when a carriage arrived through the front gate.
The creature which emerged from it at the castle steps wore a frilled brown dress and stormed inside while its servants unpacked.
"I was not expecting visitors." Fosi approached one of the burly men, stuffed into servant blacks without concern for tailoring. Boar demons. She took a trunk's handle without thinking and was not strong enough to make good on carrying it. "Ah, you must be strong indeed. Is the lady bringing along her rock collection?"
Neither servant gave her more than a grunt. She looked at herself objectively and saw a dirty succubus, for some reason wearing sweaty breeches and a gambeson.
Her unannounced guest could, would have to, wait long enough that Fosi might relax in the bath once more for the day and have Merrili choose her a dress. It was tight from a high collar to her belly, and pleats in the skirt allowed her full movement while protecting her dignity (Fosi had tried some styles which attempted to make it difficult to take a full step, all of which were now ripped from ankle to hip).
And at last, Fosi met the visitor in Avlakoi's office.
"Impudent cunt," the girl said, nearly grinding her teeth with wrath.
Chestnut hair, lightly curling at the ends, fell to the small of the girl's back. She was shorter than Fosi, and willowy. Fosi had chosen her own claimed age by Avlakoi's meagre comprehension, and by comparison this one must have been a couple decades old; such things were more apparent the more human blood was mixed in. The only demonic features present to prove her as a succubus were the long lower canines that could have been true tusks, given an accident of birth, and the pitch-black nails which were the remnants of her ancestry's cloven feet. These clues would have been enough on their own to distinguish the girl's bloodline, along with that of her servants, but Fosi had already been expecting some response by the boar demon king for their clash weeks earlier.
The surprise was not that she was here. Fosi hadn't known what she should expect in the first place.
Contemplating the response that the character of Fosi should present, she decided that she should ignore the initial volley of irritable vulgarity and asked Merrili to prepare drinks for herself and her guest. She then sat in the room's couch with a leg raised disrespectfully and rested her cheek on her hand, treating this boar girl as a kind of furniture the same way Fosi had to the king earlier.
"Yes?" she said when there had been enough time to stew in impotence.
The boar girl came to her feet and stamped. "I have been sitting here for an hour!"
Fosi glared mildly. "Has it gone out of style to announce and introduce oneself?"
"Suvir, favored daughter of the Boar demon king." The girl proudly stood with her hands on her hips as though her birth had been a personal accomplishment and Fosi were blessed to be in her presence. "I have been sent as liaison to the high lord."
"Didn't we already have one of those floating around here in the noble wing?" Fosi thought about it; Avlakoi rarely cared about the ruffled necks, save when he felt like throttling one. "Yes, Methystus the stumbling drunkard. We have no need for another, do we, unless you intend to dismiss the demon in question and assume his post? My father's wine cellar will thank you."
The boar princess stomped on the table between them, allowing a glimpse below her billowing skirts.
Bloomers? Foreign influence truly was inevitable in the world of fashion.
She snarled, showing off her adorably small tusks. "So you are the mutt my father spoke of. You've already insulted our kingdom, and you dare to be so flippant even still!? Bring the high king here to meet me or guide me to where he hides!"
Specifically to irritate the boar demoness, Fosi waved for Merrili to serve them, and sipped loudly from her cup of tea.
"Don't you hear me!?" Suvir said.
