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Welcome To Valsa Ch 07

Welcome To Valsa Ch 07

by redblellowgreen
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"Please, Master, help..."

Jev looked to Cyd for an explanation.

"I saw lights in your place and the shape of someone moving around. Then Di messaged you were leaving the restaurant. I found this one making herself at home."

Despite the melodramatic pleas and Cyd's firm grip pressing her against the wall, the purple woman didn't seem to be in any real distress. Frowning, Jev addressed her. There was a hint of familiarity to her face but he couldn't place where he'd seen her.

"Ok, so who are you and why are you calling me 'master?'"

The sound of his voice seemed to calm her, and she stopped struggling.

"Because you're my master, master. I tried to bond with you, and then you made me submit. Now you're my master and I'm your slave. I'm here to do whatever you want. But I'm so hungry. I need to feed from you now."

She seemed to have a little frisson of joy as she referred to herself as his slave. At a loss, he looked to Cyd and Di for opinions. Both seemed similarly confused. Dione spoke first.

"Well, she's a succubus. I don't think we've ever seen one around these parts. They used to be assassins and royal consorts and the like, but nowadays they just tend to prey on people who are lost or vulnerable. Or, well, politicians. They feed on

ijinka,

and if you're not careful they'll drain you and leave you without a soul. I've never heard of one becoming 'bound' to a person before, but I'm not exactly an expert. They used to service kings and the like, so there must have been some way to control them."

Jev scrutinized the purple woman. She was being held up by her neck and now that he'd appeared she'd relaxed and seemed to be in little to no actual discomfort. If he'd been in her place being held by Cyd like that, he was fairly certain he'd be half dead. She was clearly more resilient than she seemed.

"So, what now? Do we call the cops?"

This seemed to start her panicking again.

"Please, Master, no. I need to feed from you. Don't make them take me away, I won't survive!"

Jev's frown deepened. She seemed crazy, like a stalker. And yet, he couldn't shake the annoying feeling that he'd heard something like this before.

"Cyd, let her down."

Cydwen looked at him to ensure he was certain, and when he gave a reassuring nod, she slowly lowered the woman down the floor. She rushed towards him, but he stopped her by raising his hand. She stopped abruptly, almost as if she'd hit a wall.

"Alright, let's start from the top. What's your name?"

"I'm Samahratiel."

As she spoke the name, he said it too. He was starting to get profoundly weirded out by this.

"Ok, Sam. You say you're bonded to me. This is with magic?"

She nodded.

"Alright. Di, do you think we could get Manika to confirm the existence of this bond?"

She shrugged.

"She can probably tell if there's magic, more than that I'm not certain."

"Well, it's a start. If nothing else maybe she can guide us to more information."

He sighed and looked over the violet intruder. She was nude, standing before him unselfconsciously, her tail flicking back and forth like a cat's. The wings he somehow knew she possessed were not in evidence.

"Alright, well, to start with, let's get you dressed, where are your clothes?"

He had barely finished the sentence when clothing appeared on her body, a skintight black leather bodysuit that fit her so tightly it seemed more like a coat of paint. More disconcerting than the appearance of clothing from nowhere was its instant arrival, which gave him the confusing sensation that somehow she'd always been clothed and that he'd inexplicably not noticed.

"Right... Well, no offence but I'd feel a lot better if you weren't here tonight. Tomorrow we can see Manika, confirm what you're saying, and then, once we know for sure you're not going to tear my soul out of my dick, then we can discuss 'feeding' you."

Cyd volunteered her place. She had restraints to keep herself in the house when the heat was badly upon her, and they already knew she was more than capable of handling her physically in the event she was attacked.

"Alright, Sam. You go with Cyd tonight. Be polite and don't give her any trouble. What she says, goes, just as if I said it, ok? She's going to be locking you up for the night. Then in the morning if you've behaved we'll go into town."

She nodded placidly and looked up at Cyd with what could only be described as "doe eyes". Cyd grabbed her shoulder firmly and began to lead her out of the house. As she passed him, she growled.

"You owe me, big."

He patted her furry butt in a conciliatory fashion, then closed and locked the door behind them. He let out a sigh, collapsing into one of the kitchen table chairs.

"Alright, so when does life here get less... weird?"

Dione chuckled slightly and began kneading his shoulders.

"What do you mean? Before you came along, this place was just an old man's farm. The most excitement we'd get was when the foxes would go after the chickens."

She pulled the knot of his tie loose and unfastened the buttons of his collar, laying a few kisses along the nape of his neck as the fabric loosened.

"Hopefully, all this excitement hasn't ruined your appetite for dessert... master?"

He threw his arms up in the air playfully, standing to face the voluptuous dryad.

"She's teasing me! My home gets invaded by a crazy person and she's teasing me!"

She giggled and pulled at his tie, bringing his face in to hers for a kiss.

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"Oh, I don't know... It could be kind of fun. 'Yes, Master,' 'No, Master', 'how shall I suck your cock, Master?'"

He grinned.

"Hmm... Well, if you're going to be my slave, maybe you should give me a little dance to show off so I can see my 'property'."

Her eyes got wide and she froze.

"Um... Jev... I don't know how to do that. I don't know how to dance sexy or striptease or anything like that."

He kissed her, pulling her body to his reassuringly.

"Well, you're already sexy, so you've got that going for you. Besides, I promise no matter what you do, so long as you're losing clothes in the process, I'll be a very appreciative audience."

She relaxed in his arms, so he got her to retrieve her phone and choose a song she liked, something slow. He took a seat on the couch and let her entertain him.

She started with a simple hip sway, delicate and nervous. He indicated for her to turn around, and now her butt was swaying in front of him she watched his reaction from over her shoulder and giggled slightly as he reached out and caressed her moving butt. She backed up slightly to bring herself closer to his reach. She kicked off the shoes, and turned back around, bending low and then curling her back up to bring her bust up past his face, centimetres away from his nose. He grabbed her hips and pulled her closer, to the point where she was now nearly straddling his knee.

Reassured that he wasn't going to laugh or poke fun at her technique, Dione started loosening up. She pulled the dress straps over her arms, holding her elbows tight to keep it from falling off entirely, and then she turned, facing away from him to allow the fabric to fall to the floor. She bent down to pick it up, her heart-shaped ass presented to him now covered only by a light green thong and he grabbed it, digging his fingers forcefully but not painfully into the soft and yielding flesh.

She threw the discarded dress onto the couch beside him and turned again to face him. Leaning forward, supporting herself with her hands on his thighs she let him see down her cleavage before bending up again, somewhat less dramatically. She ran her fingers down her sides, tracing along the seafoam garment, before cupping under her breasts.

"You like the bra? I bought it just for you. Do you want to see it up close?"

She freed one arm from the strap of the bra, then clasped it to her chest. The other arm reached behind her to undo the clasp there, before pulling itself free of its own strap. Her bra now was held against her skin only by one arm. Once again she turned away from him, allowing the bra to fall free. She passed this back to him, before sitting on his lap. She began to grind her ass against his lap, his dick starting to tent his pants from the stimulation.

Jev reached around her, both arms pulling her back to his chest as he cupped and gently massaged her breasts. She moaned approvingly.

"I don't think you're supposed to touch the dancers."

One hand drifted down her soft tummy to the fabric-covered triangle between her legs.

"I think it's ok if they don't ask you to stop."

He began to gently rub between her legs. Her breath caught slightly.

"Do you want me to stop?"

She pressed her hips forward, increasing the pressure against her crotch.

"Gods

no

."

He pulled gently at her left nipple, squeezing it and kneading it. His finger traced the outline of her lips and the fabric was beginning to dampen under his touch. He kissed her in the crook of her neck and she sucked in a pleasured breath. With one long stroke up her pussy, his hand slid above the elastic of the underwear and disappeared within. He began stroking at her mound, feeling a coarse landing strip of hair above her opening which felt more like grass than hair. The rest of her mound was soft and smooth like finely-sanded wood. It blazed with heat, which radiated out from the centre. He experimentally slid his middle finger between the outer folds, teasingly stroking around her opening.

She grunted in frustration as he continued to tease between her folds, carefully avoiding those most sensitive places. He continued kissing and nibbling along her neck and her earlobe. She whispered to him.

"Please Jev..."

At her silent plea, he finally pressed inward, his finger disappearing within. The smell of her excitement grew thick in the air, like cedar and wet moss. She stifled a cry at the sudden penetration and he could feel her internal muscles already working against him. He gave her a moment to acclimate, then slowly began to stroke in and out. The angle from which he was working prevented inserting as deeply as he might have been able to otherwise, but he tried to take advantage by stroking his palm along the upper edge of her pussy to stimulate her clitoris too. She rocked her hips against his hand, and together they worked to find a pace that she was happy with. She reached behind her, trying to reciprocate and find his shaft, but their positioning made this too awkward so she gave up and enjoyed the sensations filling her body.

Before long, he could feel her insides begin to clench. Dione began to whimper, before crying out at full volume. He kept fingering her slit, maintaining the rhythm they'd found as her core tightened and she writhed against him, thrusting her hips out to force his finger as far in as she could. He eased off and allowed her orgasms to subside. He picked her up and brought her to the bedroom as she recovered.

Seating her on the bed, they both worked to get him undressed, her face still flushed slightly green from the exertion. His clothing was quickly discarded and his erect cock stood in front of him. She bent down, slightly awkwardly, to take it in her mouth, but only managed a few strokes before pulling away.

"I need it inside of me... Please."

He wasn't going to refuse that but figured she might still be more comfortable setting the pace. He laid down on the bed, and Dione immediately jumped on top of him. Carefully she lined him up with her wet pussy, then pushed herself down, taking its full length inside her body. Already stimulated, this elicited a gasp of contentment as she began sliding herself up and down, her cunt and his cock fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. She began a frantic pace, her eyes closed, and he almost began to feel like she'd forgotten him as she became consumed by her pleasure. But then they snapped open and she locked eyes with him.

She began speaking, almost inaudibly quiet at first, as though she was afraid he'd hear, but then she got louder, pleading.

"Give it to me, Jev. I want your come inside of me. I love you hot cock in my pussy. I want to feel you fill me up. Fill me up with your hot come, Jev, I want to feel it. I need to feel your hot come fill my pussy so bad. Give it to me."

It became like a mantra, the words seeming to fall out of her without her even realising she was saying them. The pressure built up inside of him, coaxed out by the unexpected dirty talk, and in moments he gave her what she was begging for, the sensation of which sent her over the edge again.

She collapsed onto his chest and he enfolded her in a hug.

"Oh. My. Gods..."

They awoke the next morning, still enfolded in each others' arms, the alarm on his phone going off. He rolled over to shut it off and Dione looked up at him.

"Good morning, lover."

He kissed her forehead and squeezed her tight. His dick jumped in anticipation, and she giggled.

"As much as I'd like to have another round, we should probably go rescue Cyd from your 'friend'."

He grumbled, melodramatically, but released Dione and got out of bed. They took a quick shower together, one that may have become slightly longer when somehow his dick ended up in her mouth again, then got dressed, and rushed off to meet with Cyd.

Cyd answered the door, half-dressed, allowing them in to see the "prisoner" as she finished dressing herself.

"How was she?"

Cyd shrugged.

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"As good as you could hope for. She let me truss her up and didn't make a peep all night. It was kinda creepy, but she didn't give any troubles."

Entering the spare bedroom, Sam's face lit up as Jev entered the room. As with the clothing, two new arms emerged at her shoulders, the other two narrowing into formless tendrils before slipping out of the cuffs and becoming re-absorbed into her body. She rushed across the room, wrapping Jev in a warm embrace, planting a passionate kiss which he, in his shock, did not return.

"You've been able to escape this whole time?"

"I can change into anything you want me to be, Master."

As if to prove her point, she changed into Cyd, then Cyd as a werewolf, then a large-breasted, blonde centaur woman, before returning to her natural purple form. He pushed her off of him, then grabbed Dione by the hand.

Cyd joined them, surprised to see the succubus loose. Jev shrugged.

"Looks like all we needed to do was ask nicely."

Sam grinned.

"I'm happy to do whatever you ask, master, especially if you want me tied up for you."

He sighed and scratched at the back of his head.

"Could you be less... this?" He indicated to her generally, "All this 'master' stuff is making me a bit uncomfortable. I appreciate you being helpful and all, but maybe we can just keep the helpfulness, but also you can act more like a real person?"

He felt a tingle in his head, a tickle that somehow he interpreted as someone rummaging through a clearance bin in a BigBuy. Her strangely robotic demeanour changed and her posture changed with it. She scrutinized him.

"Alright, hopefully this is more to your liking."

"What was that? Were you just in my head?"

She waved her hand dismissively.

"I wasn't sure what you meant by a 'real person,' so I had to take a peek and get some reference for what you were hoping for."

"Okay, and that's just something you can do?"

She looked at him as if totally unable to understand his confusion.

"I

am

a succubus..."

When this did not seem to clarify matters, she continued.

"As long as I am bound to you, I can read your mind to best deliver what you need from me, in any capacity. If you request it, I can also use my abilities on others, though they will feel my presence much as you did."

He wasn't entirely certain why acting as a "real person" made her behave like some kind of a personal assistant, but it was an improvement over the strangely cloying robot from before, so he was happy to take it for now. It did feel kind of like he was brainwashing her, which made him uncomfortable, but he wasn't about to tell her to behave as she did normally when that had involved trying to enslave him to her will. Her story about the bonding did seem more believable now that she'd stayed handcuffed in a room all night for no reason, but he also wasn't going to just fuck her out of nowhere because she had shown up and asked for it.

With Cyd now ready, the four of them walked into town, making their way to Manica's Magic Shop. The bell on the door announced their entry, and Manica flew down from perch somewhere above in the shadows to land behind the counter. As her black marble eyes landed upon Sam, they narrowed suspiciously before she turned to address Dione.

"Well, well... Your Garnacan's been here a week and somehow he's ended up falling in with a bad crowd. What can I do for you today?"

Dione flushed slightly.

"Um... Yeah, that's what we were hoping to ask you about. Sam, here, broke into Jev's place last night claiming he'd bound her. We wanted to know if there was any way to confirm this, 'cause she's... uh... hungry."

Manica stared at them, fixing another suspicious glare at Sam in particular, before cawing out a burst of laughter. Sam, for her part, met her gaze impassively.

"What's the matter, demon? Preying on the poor kid's grief over his dead grandpa didn't turn out so easy as you'd thought?"

Again, Sam didn't answer, though she shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny. Manica waved one wing, beckoning Sam and Jev over. She grabbed Sam's face between the bony peaks of her wings. Inspecting her face, Manica suddenly wheeled back and slapped the succubus with that same joint. Sam's eyes flared with anger, and she looked at Jev in a way that seemed to beg for permission to return in kind. Jev interposed himself between the two women instead.

"What the hell?"

Manica chuckled.

"Don't worry, kid, it's just part of the test. Either she's bound as she says, or she's playing an incredible long game. I'd expect it's the first thing, 'cause you didn't know he's got an ace in the hole, did ya?"

This last phrase was directed at Sam, who looked confused. Manica continued to explain, reminding Jev of a history teacher.

"Look, what do you know about Emmarine history, say from around 1500 years ago?"

He looked blankly at her. She gave him a disapproving look as Cyd and Dione exchanged similar confused glances.

"This is important stuff, you should know it."

Jev bristled slightly.

"And I'm sure you know about Garnacan history from 1500 years ago?"

She looked at him smugly.

"There was no Garnaca 1500 years ago. At the time what is now Balisport would have been the demesne of King Ronal II while what is now eastern Garnaca would have been a separate kingdom led by King Severin IV. Exactly 1500 years ago they would have been gathering forces for a proxy war in Pokrovia which would eventually become the 17-Year War. The result would see both states weakened until they fell apart into a series of warlord-led territories, several of which became annexed by Pokrovia and Jeund in the decades that followed. Is that enough, or should I go on?"

He didn't say anything.

"Harpies have photographic memories. Don't try to stump me on a history question. I've read all the books."

She waved a wing, indicating the shelves of books in the shop.

"Anyways, as to why it's relevant: Arrival wasn't the first time we've had to deal with a massive planet-shifting cataclysm. About 1500 years ago is the first one we know about for sure; it's the one that created the species we know today. Before that, our whole world was all people like you. Well, people like you, except with really powerful magic. We're not exactly sure if this was another event like the Arrival or if it was something different, but it caused major climate shifts and killed millions. The people who survived used their magic to change themselves, physically, with incredibly powerful enchantments which aren't even possible anymore."

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