Hurrying through the halls, I found a door and knocked quickly before letting myself in.
The woman inside was one of Svokol’s household, sometimes a servant, sometimes a spy. Eshta was a full-blooded succubus who’d been saved, like me, from a life in Urval. This was her private time, away from her duties, so she was completely naked when I entered, preferring no clothes when they weren’t needed.
She raised one brow but smiled as well.
“Please, Rook, come in,” she purred. “Finally ready to take me up on my offer?”
As odd as it may sound, incubi and succubi did not often couple. The only reason for doing so was procreation, since we couldn’t feed off our own kind. Well, that wasn’t entirely true, incubi and succubi also coupled as youths, to teach and learn and grow in the art of sex.
Since Eshta and I were the only concubi in Svokol’s household, she’d offered to have my children before.
“Not that,” I said. “But I could use a good fuck to…”forget about someone?Yeah, I couldn’t say that. “… just… ’cause.”
“I can do just ’cause,” she said with a grin and came to me.
Yet when she pressed her bountiful body against me, hand reaching up to bring my face to hers in a long, deep, passionate kiss… my body didn’t respond at all.
No, it wasn’t that it didn’t respond, it did… but in the opposite way it should. Revulsion flooded through me, the complete antithesis of arousal.
I pushed her away, her taste sour in my mouth.
“Sorry… no… I can’t.”
Both of her brows went up. She searched my gaze.
“Oh… I see.” She sighed and turned away. “Your loss.”
But it wasn’t. I didn’t feel like I’d lost an opportunity, more like I’d avoided a catastrophe.
What was wrong with me?
I fled Eshta’s room and returned to my own, throwing myself on my bed.
This was messed up. I couldn’t even make out with a succubus?
As they always did, my thoughts returned to Izzy. I only wanted one woman. Sex only made sense with Izzy.
Blazes, this was bad.
I was going… monogamous!
Fuck me, I was so damned screwed.
IZZY
Something was wrong.
I’d taken a break from my relentless training, learning elven enhancements, to have a drink and catch my breath. The work was mostly internal, whether I was enhancing myself or others, so there wasn’t much to show for my efforts, but my skill in making myself stronger or faster or tougher was progressing. I still couldn’t do it to others yet, but that would come.
And while I’d rested, I’d gotten a strange sense, a deep ache, like a migraine, but… in my very soul. I knew this feeling. I’d felt it once before… the day Vyns had nearly died, beaten by Saldrea.
Fuck.
Vyns had left a little while ago, escorting Tala, who’d hoped to sneak back to her room and collect some things.
“Vyns is in trouble,” I said.
Koar perked up.
