I was literally crossing the street, having looked both ways, and then the next thing I knew, bam! A truck ran up to give me a very enthusiastic hug.
The very next thing I knew, I was lying in the middle of a forest with this-
-Ding!
{
[Protocol: Asmodeus]
Name: Luca
Race: Royal Incubus
Life Span Remaining: 00:45:53 (Critical)
Affinities: Lust, Demon Fire
Level: 1 | EXP: 0/100
Stat Points: 0
Stats
STR: 1
AGI: 1
END: 1
DEX: 1
MP: 10 / 10
MP Regen: 1 MP/s
LCK: 10
Magic
Demon Fire Manifestation
Skills
Incubus's Scent (Passive): Scent arouses women. Potency scales dynamically with Host's own Arousal. Will create a feedback loop.
Lustful Touch (Active): Intentionally lustful touch with the Skill's activation in mind triggers intense pleasure and arousal in women. Potency scales with the Host's lust and the intentionality of the touch.
Life Siphon (Passive): Converts internal completion into Life Span and EXP. Scales with the Tier and Race of the target.
Lusty Nibbles: 0
Shop | Map | Inventory | Crafting
}
So here I am, in some fantasy world, standing in line for entry into a fantasy city with a system and the kind of race that I don't know whether to be happy with or go bang my head against a wall.
I mean, damn. If I didn't creampie a chick in 45 minutes, I'm dead?
Apparently, I'm a Royal Incubus now, and I need to creampie women to increase my own life span.
If that timer reaches zero, I'm dead.
But then again, I couldn't help but cackle at the other stuff I got to make it happen.
And how'd I know, I'm in some fantasy world of sword and sorcery?
Cause I saw a literal dragon up in the sky not too long ago. It was way off in the distance, but yeah, definitely a dragon.
Just then, a man's voice snapped me from my thoughts. "Hey! You there? It's your turn!"
Shaking my head, I walked up to the table by the gate.
"ID," the knight simply stated.
"Don't have one," I shrugged. "I'm from a little village, and it's my first time venturing out. Wanna be an adventurer, you see."
The knight grunted. "See that door to the office to your left. Sergeant is there. Go see her."
[Jackpot!] I smirked before walking to the door.
Did I mention even before I was a literal sex demon, I was basically living inside the skirts of rich women?
No?
Well, here's me mentioning it.
I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The woman behind the desk was a tall drink of whiskey with olive skin and sharp green eyes.
She had long black hair tied back and wore blue light armor that covered her from the neck down, but even sitting, I could tell she was massive. If she stood up, she'd probably tower over me.
"The guy at the gate said I should talk to you..." I said, walking toward her desk with a relaxed pace, and stopping a respectful distance away. "Name's Luca. I need an ID and maybe a lead on where a guy like me can make some quick coin."
She didn't look up. Her pen just kept scratching against a piece of parchment. "Take a seat, Luca. I'll be with you when I'm finished with this report."
I didn't sit, letting my eyes wander over her. Though I wasn't being subtle about it, I wasn't being a creep, either.
I just looked at her with the kind of appreciation you'd give a fine piece of art.
And as I watched the way her armor shifted with her breathing, the faint, sweet musk drifting off of me intensified. It was subtle, just enough to catch the edge of the air.
And on her very next breath, the Sergeant's pen hesitated. Her nostrils flared, catching the scent, and her breath hitched for a split second.
She slowly looked up, her green eyes locking onto mine. She looked annoyed, but there was a flicker of something else behind the professional mask.
"Registration and temporary ID papers are fifty copper," she said, her voice steady as she set the pen down and leaned back, crossing her arms over her chest. "Plus a processing fee. You got the coin?"
I gave her an innocent smile and patted my empty pockets. "Not a single one. Like I said, I'm looking for a way to make some coin. I was hoping the city was feeling generous toward new arrivals."
She snorted, a small smirk playing on her lips. "The city isn't a charity, Lucas. No coin, no papers. And without papers..."
"That would be a shame," I said, stepping just a little bit closer to the desk, enough to make sure she was getting a proper taste of the air. "I'm a fast learner, and I'm very good with my hands. Isn't there some other way to settle the bill? Surely a woman in your position has a few... unofficial tasks that need doing."
She stared at me for a long beat. I could see the muscles in her jaw tighten while a faint, dusty pink started to creep up her olive-toned neck, clashing with the cold, professional stare she was trying to maintain.
She was fighting it, but the way her fingers gripped the edge of her desk told another story.
"Unofficial tasks?" she repeated. Her voice was still sharp, but there was a slight tremor in it. "You're implying I'd take some kind of bribe, Luca? That's a bold statement..."
I felt my heart rate accelerate. The thrill of the hunt was hitting me, and as my pulse quickened, the sweet scent coming off me intensified, filling the small office with desire.
[Dammit.]
I wanted to do this on my own merit, like a little experiment to see if my old skills still worked in this world, but the skill was passive, and I could do nothing to stop it.
"I wouldn't call it a bribe..." I said softly, leaning my hands on the edge of her desk. I could see her breath quicken as she struggled to keep her focus. "Think of it as a barter. You help me stay in the city, and I'll make sure you feel... appreciated for all the hard work you've been putting in."
She took a deep, shaky breath, and I watched her pupils dilate until they almost swallowed the green. She looked like she wanted to shout at me to leave, but her body was leaning toward me, drawn in by the heat.
"I have a dignity to maintain..." she whispered, her gaze dropping to my mouth.
"I'm sure you do," I said, keeping that innocent smile plastered on my face while my eyes did the real work.
I let my gaze drop from her face, dragging it slowly down to the swell of her chest beneath that blue plate.
I stayed there for a long beat, letting her feel the weight of my gaze. "After all, you're a proud Sergeant of the Valoria Knights' Order. Accepting bribes of any kind doesn't exactly behove someone of your standing, does it?"
I looked back up, locking my eyes with hers.
She was biting her lower lip now, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh as she tried to anchor herself.
The scent in the room was getting ridiculous. It was so thick I could practically taste it, and I could feel my own heart hammering against my ribs.
[Focus, Luca... Don't let the passive do all the heavy lifting.]
"It... it doesn't," she managed to say while her knuckles were white where she gripped the edges of the desk.
Beads of sweat were starting to form along her hairline, shimmering against her olive skin as she continued through ragged breath and gritted teeth. "You should leave before I have the guards toss you into a cell for solicitation."
"You could do that..." I agreed softly as I reached out, hovering my hand just over hers on the desk. "But we both know you don't want to... You're not looking at me like someone who wants me gone, Sergeant."
She let out a low, shaky groan, her head tilting back just a fraction. Her green eyes were clouded, the pupils blown wide as she struggled to breathe in the heavy, musk-filled air.
She looked like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, just waiting for a reason to jump. And I felt my smile widen.
The experiment... well, it didn't matter anymore. Whether it was my skill or this new demonic blood, the result was the same to me. A means to an end, that's all.
"Tell me..." I whispered, leaning over the desk until our noses were almost touching. "Is that door soundproof?"
She didn't answer with words. She just gripped the table so hard the wood groaned, her gaze fixed on my lips with a desperate, starving intensity.
[Open sesame.]