Miniarc-Capital in Crisis 6
Gordon stared in disbelief as the two creatures laughed while discussing the future of humanity. He knew their flippant tones were an act, another way to torture him, but underneath their tittering and giggles was a cold apathy and a sick amusent at the thought of helpless people pulled along by the currents of fate.
“What’s the matter, Junior?” Fen cooed. “You look pale.”
“You…” He started, shocked by his sudden ability to speak. The pause allowed him to take stock of his emotions and think past his desire to curse the scheming creatures to the Abyss and back. Gordon realized he may be the only person with complete knowledge of the tragedy awaiting Harvest and before him was one of the only beings who may have a chance of saving them. After tonight, Fen would erase his mory. This was his only chance to make a difference.
A presumptuous thought but he felt that he owed it to the kingdom, and his dead father, to at least try.
He cleared his throat. “Fendelheim.”
The thrall smiled, raising her head. “Yes, pet?”
“Is the invasion of the goblinoids part of your plan?”
“Not at all~ I was surprised as anyone else to learn of it. These are interesting tis.”
“I know!” Benny declared. “Can you imagine being summoned a century ago? Boring. The king didn’t even murder a handful of siblings for the throne.”
“Yes, our talents have certainly been wasted by this realm’s summoners. But I don’t think that is what Junior wants to discuss. Is it?”
“…can you protect Harvest?”
“Are you asking if we can fight your war for you? Perhaps. We lack the numbers for now but that can be redied. Are you asking if we could sway the battle in Harvest’s favor? In many ways. We could save thousands of lives as healers, change the very field of battle with earth magic, decimate the enemies with coordinated assaults. But you already know that, better than anyone…save our precious Lou, glorious as she is.”
“When do I get to et her?” Benny whined.
Fen sighed heavily. “If only I knew.”
Gordon pushed down his reflexive disgust for their admiration of his long-ti rival. “What would it take for you to intervene on the kingdom’s behalf?”
Fen laughed. “Intervene? Why, for the love of your saints, would we do that?”
“Just…what would it take?”
The thrall’s smile disappeared. “A pointless question. Yes, there are things that could prompt us to action but they are far beyond your ans.”
“Not , but the kingdom! Reveal yourself to the king. Explain what you can do. The crown may not be happy but Harvest is no stranger to making deals with elentals. They gave that mutant cocksucker a whole damn city.”
“I’m touched, Junior. That wasn’t even a ploy aid for my destruction. I didn’t take you to be so patriotic.”
“…a lot of people are going to die.” Gordon wouldn’t lie and say that he was a bleeding heart that wept for every peasant that lived and died, but he also didn’t have his father’s callous heart. He couldn’t let hundreds, or even thousands, of people die without doing anything to help.
“Since you want to discuss this, tell why we should barter with your kingdom when we can have anything we want given ti.”
“Can you? No matter how good you are at scheming, there will be places barred to elentals. Or can only be accessed by the king’s inner circle. This is an opportunity to advance your goals. A once-in-a-lifeti opportunity.”
Benny laughed. “Once in a lifeti he says!”
“Aw, don’t mock him. He’s trying his best. But, as usual, your perspective is too narrow. Perhaps a single lifeti wouldn’t be enough but we are not as fragile as humans. If one lifeti isn’t enough, we’ll use two. The king is wary of elentals? Then we will use a human. Perhaps a talented young orphan. A girl. Raise her to be beautiful and strong enough to entice a future king.”
“Not a boy?” Benny asked.
“Oh no. Monarchs are quite sensitive about ‘fathering the line’. They wouldn’t accept a man outside the family wearing the crown.”
“Humans are strange. Don’t they realize that the woman contributes equally to the traits of offspring? It’s the sa thing.”
“Funny, isn’t it?”
“Hey!” Gordon snapped. He regretted the outburst the mont after. He was relieved to see the succubi didn’t seem bothered but his anxiety mounted as he tried to find the perfect argunt to convince them.
“Hey,” Benny said, glowing red-orange eyes narrowing. “Why do you care so much? This doesn’t have anything to do with you. We’ll make sure you and the Mason family survive and I don’t think you have the luxury to worry about others.”
“…you might not understand this, but people care about each other,” he said slowly. “Standing aside while people die would make feel bad.”
“Hehe. Under all that bluster and pride, you’re softie.”
“Wanting to prevent the death of thousands does not make a softie. It ans I’m not a monster.”
“Relax, Junior~” Fen purred. “You’ll feel bad for tonight but by morning, you’ll be swimming in blissful ignorance. Now, enough prattling.” His next attempt to speak resulted in nothing but silence as his body refused to listen. “Ti to go.”
“Hey, wait a minute.” Benny rolled them over, pouting. “I’ve been cooped up in that palace for over a week.” She ground her hips against the thrall pinned beneath her. “Co on~ Let’s have a little fun.”
“Mm…I suppose.” Fen turned toward him and Gordon’s heart pounded. Is she…
His hopes died as she turned away, her arms going around the virtue’s neck as she kissed her. Gordon tried to close his eyes as their embrace heated up but that didn’t help as the image was projected straight to his mind, in more detail than before. He could see every inch of flawless, purple skin and make out individual strands of Fen’s silver hair as Benny removed her dress.
The virtue didn’t bother taking off her own dress, simply lifting the hem. The image in Gordon’s mind disappeared. He opened his eyes curiously but quickly shut them as a sharp pain started behind his eyes. A mont later, the image returned accompanied by two moans. He ntally flinched at the sight of the virtue slowly fucking Fen with a large, black cock that made him extrely self-conscious.
“Oh, yeah,” Benny groaned. She planted her hands on either side of Fen’s head as the thrall wrapped her legs around her waist, pulling her closer. “Ahhh…can’t tell you, mm, how annoying it is, hah, letting that little prick put his littler prick in every night and pretending I enjoy it.”
Fen opened her mouth but a dark hand covered it. “And that’s enough out of you,” the virtue growled. “Do you think I’m happy taking orders from a thrall? All because you had the luck of eting that wonderful—"
She yelped as her hand was bitten. Her curses were cut off by Fen grabbing two of her horns and pulling her into a kiss. Benny fought to wrest her lips away. “Show ,” she growled. And then no more words were shared as the two succubi shared their bodies and minds.
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