Chapter 2 - Pushing the Paladin's Limits
"Why exactly do I need to wear this ridiculous outfit?" Jezelle protested as she tugged at the robe's drooping sleeves. Since their departure from Alensted this morning Juste had made her wear the garb of a Lumarin acolyte. While the succubus didn't mind the wardrobe change, she couldn't help but feel dirty in it, and not in the way that she loved, either. It was all a part of the Paladin's plan, she knew.
"It's only fitting that someone who has bound themselves to war against the darkness should dress appropriately. Besides, it would raise questions if a Paladin of Lumaris was seen journeying across the continent with a common trollop."
She rolled her eyes and entwined a lock of brown hair that had fallen from her habit around a finger. "Because we can't have people thinking that a holy paladin is off having illicit encounters. Such actions would surely tarnish the honor of his order."
He responded under his breath, flush creeping across his cheeks, "What happens in the battlefield and in the boudoir are separate matters."
"Not to a succubus," she said, folding her arms and leaning back in her chair, smirking. "You know, as far as I can tell, you and I aren't so different."
That was only partly true, as she'd discovered during their journey so far. Despite her best efforts, Jezelle was unable to rouse an encore performance from her companion. She may have been displeased with the situation her master had put her in but she was still a creature of lust and desire. Not that there was any need of sustenance after how he'd fed her the night before, but it was something the succubus enjoyed nonetheless. It was much like the meal they were about to have.
"Would you keep it down?"
"You forget that I can still do everything I could before, except feed. You act like everyone else can see through my glamour. Succubi are the masters of fitting in. It is only when we choose to be seen or heard that we are."
"Still, it would be much easier if you would just play along and try to fit in like a normal person," Juste responded, now folding his arms in turn as he tried to gather his composure.
"Where would the fun in that be, master?" The succubus grinned as she slipped a foot from her sandal and drew it along his thigh. Since learning of his dislike of her advances, Jezelle had made it her mission to take advantage of every chance she could to molest him. One way or another she would teach him the error of his mistake. The redness returned to his face at her provocation, but before he could protest she gave his area a playful squeeze with her toes. The paladin gasped in a mix of pleasure and shock instead and backed away.
"I... I told you not to call me that!" He swallowed hard and visibly.
The succubus licked her lips at his discomfort, leaning forward over the table to show off her ample bosom as best she could in the modest robe. It was quite amazing what a well placed cinch could do. "But master, I'm bound by oath and by spell to do your bidding. Isn't a devoted little slave all you wanted?"
"I... well, no, but..."
"I swear," she laughed, "If I didn't know first hand you could fuck like a beast-half, I'd swear you were as new to this as a maiden."
Jezelle had quickly come to learn that Juste was quite a bit more resistant to her charm than he had originally let on. It was almost as if there was another person sitting with her right now. The young man she'd journeyed with was quick to change the subject any time she broached it. Perhaps he was in his cups that eve, full to the brim with liquid courage? Or maybe he truly separated business and pleasure as he claimed. Regardless of the reason, Jezelle determined she'd find out one way or another. Juste stewed silently in his timidity, relief coming in the form of their wench. With practiced skill, she served the pair their meal.
"Anything else I can get for you?"
The young male shook his head, but the server didn't even notice, for all her attention was on Jezelle. Their eyes had met for a brief moment and the succubus smiled a deviant little smile. "Not at the moment, but... perhaps later?"
"Of course, m'lady." The wench curtsied with excitement in her eyes.
Jezelle tore into her meal like a fiend, quite literally. Though the illusions she'd cast on herself hid her true nature her physical form wasn't actually affected, leaving her claws as threatening and effective as ever. Though she carried herself quite elegantly at all times she seemed to completely abandon manners and courtesy. Juste again looked about worriedly as she made a scene that seemingly went unnoticed.
"I tol' you," she said through a full mouth, "there's mmothing to worra abou'."
"Would it kill you to be a bit more couth? Everyone else may not be able to see you, but I still have to." Seductively, she sucked the roast chicken's juices from her long fingers. "When there's an actual threat of me being caught, I'll behave. I promise I wont embarrass master in front of his friends."
He just shook his head and went about his own plate. In contrast to Jezelle's animalistic approach to eating, Juste ate his meal quietly and with care. As the indentured succubus ate, she couldn't help but eye the girl who had served their food. A plot began to form in her mind. Jezelle was determined to find out what Juste's deal was, and knew just how to do it. It took a while for the waitress to finally meet Jezelle's eyes, but all the demon needed was an instant to cast her glamour.
