A translucent blue screen with stark white text materialized before me, hovering in the air. Of all the possible queries it could present, it was asking me to engage in a sexual act.
"You must be joking," I chuckled, a disbelieving laugh escaping my lips as I read the new quest.
"Does my question amuse you?" Lucy's voice cut through the air, sharp and laced with an edge, assuming my laughter was directed at her.
She rose to her feet, her movements fluid as she approached. Before I could react, thin strands of crimson blood erupted from her back, solidifying instantly into the menacing shape of a knife.
Her foot struck the wall beside my left cheek with a soft thud, and Lucy gracefully lowered her body, her face now level with mine.
Her jaw unhinged, revealing a set of teeth so exquisitely sharp, they would stir envy in the heart of any vampire.
"Are you looking down on me?" she purred, her voice a low, dangerous whisper. Her fingers, tipped with the blood-knife, traced a chilling line along my left cheek, drawing a thin bead of blood.
A strange awe, not fear, bloomed in my chest, my gaze fixed on Lucy's striking beauty.
"So pretty," the words slipped out, an involuntary murmur.
"BANG!"
Lucy's foot slammed into my crotch with brutal force.
"Are you still making fun of me?" she demanded, her voice devoid of mercy.
My hands instinctively shot down, clutching at myself. A searing, all-consuming pain erupted, spreading through my body like the impact of a speeding truck.
"My balls!" I gasped, the shout torn from my throat.
"This is your final chance," she stated, her voice cold and unwavering. "Why did you save me?"
Lucy's crimson eyes bore into me, devoid of remorse, utterly oblivious to the agonizing pain of my crushed anatomy.
"The chances of survival are higher when two people team up, don't you agree?" I managed to articulate, wincing.
Lucy recoiled slightly. "Wait... what?"
A pause stretched between us, then a slow, predatory smile curled onto her lips.
"You could have simply stated from the outset that you wanted my help."
I wiped the bloodstain from my cheek, pushing myself to my feet. I faced Lucy, who stood before me, a mere five feet tall.
Looking directly into her eyes, I placed my palms gently on her shoulders. The body I had transmigrated into stood a full six feet.
"You are correct," I admitted, meeting her gaze. "I needed your help."
"Go on," she prompted, a hint of amusement in her voice. "I'm all ears."
"Will you... have sex with me?" I asked, the politeness in my voice a stark, almost absurd, contrast to the question.
Lucy's fist connected with my face, the force of the impact sending me hurtling backward, slamming against the unforgiving cave wall.
"You must be crazy," she hissed, her eyes blazing.
"Think about it," I urged, pushing myself up despite the throbbing pain that drowned my soul.
"The wolves are searching for us. I'm an unawakened succubus; having sex with you would unlock my succubus powers."
Lucy's blood knife materialized again, its tip now pressed against my throat. "Stay back."
I froze, raising my hands in a gesture of surrender. "Lucy Grey, a member of Divinity, the vessel of the nameless god."
Lucy's grip on the knife loosened, and it flew past me, its sharp edge brushing my ear before embedding itself in the wall.
"Who are you?" she demanded, her voice a low growl.
"Someone willing to worship you," I replied, a slight smirk playing on my lips.
At first, Lucy seemed genuinely puzzled by my response. A moment later, a slow, unsettling smile spread across her face, a hint of something predatory in her eyes.
She walked closer, her hand coming to rest on my chest. Slowly, deliberately, she massaged the coarse brown tunic I wore.
"Now I understand what this is all about," she murmured, her eyes locking with mine.
The movement of her hand on my chest evoked a strange sensation, like a spider crawling across my skin: unsettling yet undeniably alluring.
"You saw my mark of Divinity." A grotesque mouth abruptly tore through the skin of her forearm, its lips peeling back to form words. From this new orifice, she continued, "You want me to take you as a disciple?"
"Yes," I responded, my voice firm.
Lucy's hand slipped into my pants, emerging with my exposed penis. Without a moment's hesitation, she spat on it.
"You want to acquire a piece of my power?" She began to stroke my cock slowly, deliberately.
I started to breathe deeply, the air thick with the earthy scent of moss and the sharp tang of my sweat.
"You want to become the disciple of the nameless god."
I took hold of Lucy's hand, gently moving it away from me. With my other hand, I drew her closer, embracing her tightly.
"Don't act cocky," my eyes met hers, holding her gaze. "We need each other."
My dick throbbed, caught between our bodies, a silent testament to the tension in the air.
"As the vessel of the nameless god with zero followers, you can't use any of your powers," I stated, my voice low.
I held her right hand and guided it toward my face. "I need to relinquish my virginity to awaken my Succubus abilities."
Rotating her wrist, I directed her fingers toward her nose. "You need a Royal follower to access the revelations from the nameless god."
Lucy burst into laughter, a loud, unrestrained sound that echoed through the cave. It seemed she had completely forgotten we were hiding from a pack of wolves in a tree.
"It's a promise," she declared, pushing me away with surprising force. "From today, you shall become my disciple. You will worship me, and in exchange, I will burst your nut."
Lucy forged another knife from her blood, its crimson blade glinting. With it, she sliced her palm, then inflicted the same wound on me. We clasped hands, our blood intermingling, sealing the pact.
"The oath has been sealed," she proclaimed, her voice ringing with finality.
Lucy's POV.
"That lowly noble had the audacity to enslave a goddess."
I looked at Liam, his cock brazenly exposed. A wave of revulsion washed over me; just looking at his face made me want to vomit.
The moonlight streamed into the cave, filtering through the riddled roots of the giant tree. Though darkness enveloped the outside world, the moon's soft glow was enough to activate the red clover flowers scattered within the cave.
The flowers pulsed with a vibrant red light, shimmering like a myriad of fireflies. Liam stood before me, his posture confident, almost regal, like a king. Yet, the frantic rhythm of his heartbeat betrayed his true state.
I observed his slender frame; his eyes were an unusually striking black. He appeared to possess average to slightly above-average looks.
Today, he had unknowingly helped me more than he could ever realize. It was because of him that I had managed to escape in the first place.
The knight had made a critical mistake, striking me with his whip. I seized that opportunity, manipulating my spilled blood and inserting it into the keyhole of the chain shackled around Liam's neck.
As the knight inserted his key into the chain, my blood had seamlessly taken on the key's exact shape. Later, I replicated the key using my blood. When the knight's attention was diverted, I used this replica to free myself from the oppressive shackles.
Trust was the last thing I felt for Liam. He knew far too much about me; secrets I had never divulged to anyone. However, my pride would not allow me to break the promise I had made.
I would help him rid himself of his virginity. In return, he would become my disciple. And once he was my disciple, it would be as if an unbreakable chain had entangled our souls; he would lose the very ability to betray me.
I would have a slave of my own. I mean, a disciple.
Walking closer to Liam, I gently placed my fingers on his lips. "Don't say a word."
He nodded, a silent acknowledgment. I pulled down his pants, then knelt and kissed his cock, rubbing it against my face and cheek.
I looked up, and he was smiling at me, a soft, almost vulnerable expression. I began to lick, my mouth dry from an unexpected thirst.
I took his entire cock into my mouth, aiming it toward the back of my throat, gagging slightly as I stimulated more saliva.
He moaned, a low, guttural sound, and softly tousled my hair with his hands, his grip growing a little firmer.
I lowered my head, beginning to lick his balls. I took them into my mouth. The scales were slimy and tasted awful, yet strangely delicious, like a bizarre mixture of salt and sugar.
I stood up and walked toward the wall before me, bending forward, my hands braced against the vibrant green moss.
Liam approached, pushing my leg aside. His cock penetrated inside me. Shamelessly, I groaned, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
His fingers clenched over my thigh, and he moved harder, deeper, making long, fast strokes, a rhythm of increasing intensity.
"I'm gonna cum," he announced, his voice strained.
Before I could utter a single word, his cum was pumped inside my pussy, a warm, pulsing release.
'He couldn't last even a minute; what a shame.'