Daedra rolled her eyes then crossed her arms over her chest. Her tail lashed from one side to the other. "Seriously? Can't even look at my level one avatar without your heart wanting to explode? You really need to step up your game—" She frowned at him then continued, "Is what I'd like to say."
"Wha—?" asked Scott. He knew that he could not have heard her properly. When she spoke previously she'd said many words, but what his currently muddled meat-brain heard a moment ago were the words, "Seriously, you make my heart want to explode."
"Does— Does it really?" asked Scott, his mouth hanging open slightly. His face turned bright red and he began to pant a little.
She blinked at him then tilted her head to the side. "Are you drooling? Seriously? That just sad. I'm watching a grown man pant like a dog in heat. Have you never had a girlfriend?"
"This is so sudden," said Scott before placing his hands to his cheeks. There was an obvious miscommunication. When she berated him previously, the words that he heard were once again quite different from those that were actually spoken. What Scott actually heard were the words, "I'm sad. You make me drool like a panting dog in heat..." There was a short pause followed by the welcome sentiment, "Seriously, can I be your girlfriend?"
"The hell ails you, monkey?" she asked him when he suddenly hugged himself tightly and began to giggle like a moron.
Her left eyelid began to twitch. She moved closer to inspect him, but doing so only caused him to clutch his head and begin to pant more rapidly.
"S-stay back..." said Scott between panted breaths, "Something's wrong. I don't—" he panted a little more, "I don't want to do anything..."
"Look. I don't know what your problem is, but we need to discuss the terms of your contra—" her words were cut off the moment she stepped within arm's reach of Scott. He leapt upon her like a love starved wild man.
Daedra cried out and started to push him away, but to her surprise he whispered in her ear. "I'm sorry. I just can't stand being so far away from you..."
Her eyes widened and her tail lashed a little. "Hey, you seem fun and all, but I sort of have a boyfriend..." In a flash of light, a window screen appeared that neither of them noticed.
[Message]
No, she doesn't.
~ Grand Emissary
[--]
Scott kissed her gently on the ear between panted breaths. "I can't... I can't control it... I don't want to hurt you... but I want to break you."
"Thanks for that, I think. But—" she began, only to gasp loudly when Scott's hand slid down to grasp her perky posterior.
"Hey, no!" she cried out. She tried to push him away again, but could not quite manage to find the strength. "That's for my lord only..."
"S-something's wrong. I swear I'm not like this—" panted Scott, "I swear..."
His fingers slipped down past the cleft of her ass to lightly stroke something far more sensitive. Her lips fell open and she gasped loudly. "No one's ever... Don't touch such a place..."
"Stop me," said Scott heatedly in a warm masculine purr.
"You perverted primate..." she whispered huskily. Her tail slipped down and twined around his leg. "No one's ever touched me like that..."
"S-stop me..." he whispered again, this time with a hint of desperation in his voice.
"Such aggression..." she replied in kind. She moaned softly and pressed hotly against him. "It's not right to do this to a woman in love with another man."
"Stop me, p-please..." he panted into her ear, "I can't..."
She laughed softly then said, "Cute, but don't you think it's time to get down to business?"
Scott's eyes snapped wide and his nostrils flared. He gripped her luscious backside with both hands and lifted her up.
She gasped loudly in surprise. "That's not what I meant!"
He silenced her outcry by taking her to the ground then kissing her passionately on the lips. Her eyes went wide in surprise but then closed partially. Tears welled up then slid down her cheeks, but she made no effort to dislodge the hornball who was currently kissing her like his life depended on it.
"My innocence..." she whispered softly, a beautiful smile on her lips, "It's going away..."
Scott's thigh slipped against her maidenhood. Daedra gasped out tenderly then said, "If you keep doing that I'll... I'll become..."
She gasped once more, louder this time. Her lips remained parted, and her eyes shimmered in the light, as she cried out, "Dirty!"
She slipped her arms around his waist, even as her face darkened slightly. The redness of her cheeks increased and she murmured something sweet. "So warm..."
Not long afterward, however, she blinked. This was not a normal mildly erotic situation. Nothing in his champion file indicated this sort of sexual aggressiveness, not that she minded the attention in the slightest.
Daedra patted him lightly on the back then scanned his status. Everything seemed to be in order until she reached the status effects section.
[--]
Status Affliction: Love Sick – [Severe]
[--]
"This guy... He fell in love with me to this extent...?" The redness of her cheeks intensified and her nostrils flared a little. "So sweet..."
Scott nuzzled the side of her neck with his nose then trailed kisses along her throat. His hand slipped down to clasp one of her perky breasts. Soon, his thumb caressed her pert nipple through the fabric of her dress in a slow casual motion.
Daedra moaned softly then bit her lower lip. However, a moment later she blinked. Why did he fall for her to this extent? It made no sense. The premise of their interaction was flawed! Why, the viewers might even think it was scripted, or forced.
After a moment of consideration she realized what must have happened. "Oh, this isn't good..."
She checked her status then sighed. "Race, greater succubus... This poor sweet fool never had a chance."
Daedra logged out from the server, leaving Scott alone in the area. He continued to massage the air with one hand while he kissed at a neck that was no longer there. It took quite some time for the effect of her presence to wear off to the extent necessary for coherent thoughts to begin to surface.
Scott sat up while still panting softly, "The hell...?"
A few minutes later, she reappeared. She looked no different than before, but the overwhelming urge to love her was muted to some extent. A strange sense of arousal did rise up within him, but it was nothing like before.
"So, are you still in love with me?" she asked curiously, a warm smile on her lips.
"Who wouldn't be?" asked Scott seriously. His pupils were open so wide that one might think that he could see the future. Yet, he was able to speak more coherently now.
She laughed a little then lightly touched her lower lip with her finger. "I had to downgrade my avatar to a lesser succubus to keep you from claiming me by force. You should thank me."
"How?" he asked, while trying to normalize his breathing. The panted breaths were slowly subsiding into normal ones, but he was not quite back to normal at the moment.
She smiled brightly then tilted her head to the side in a cutesy manner. "I don't wish to inconvenience you, but would it be too much trouble to ask you to die?"
Scott stared at her for a moment, the heavy flushing of his cheeks still in full effect. "I almost did, I think..." He was more coherent, but it was also apparent that he was still not yet fully in control of his senses.
Her soft pout and the placement of her hands to her hips emphasized her disappointment. "It's not a big deal. I just need you to die."
"I'd prefer not," said Scott. One eye blinked, and then a moment later the other one blinked as well.
"Well, why not? You were ready to do just about anything for me a minute ago," she said in an annoyed tone.
"I think I would have done it a minute ago," he replied. Admittedly, if he was more coherent he would probably have answered her differently. He was still absurdly aroused at the moment, and quite confused.
> She snorted loudly then lashed her tail from one side to the other. "Well, poo."
"Who are you, anyway?" asked Scott.
"Now you ask my name?" she said with a pout. "My purity and innocence are forever lost, but you only now care about my maiden heart?"
"I don't care about your heart," he said with a snort.
She gasped loudly then clutched at her chest. "No! Say it isn't so... What about my hopes and dreams as a woman?"
"Wha—?" asked Scott intelligently, before he rose to his feet. He wobbled a bit due to the pain of moving his body. The source of his pain was revealed to be something quite obvious once he was fully erect.
Daedra took a step back and threw a hand up to her face. "Hey! Don't point that thing at me!"
She then turned her head to the side, placed her hands to her cheeks, and closed her eyes. Her face became flush and she sweetly said, "Unless you mean it."
"Sorry," said Scott. He attempted to turn away, but to his surprise he found that he could not.
"The hell?" asked Scott, rhetorically. He expected no answer, but when he twisted his abdomen he expected his hips to turn along with it.
"What's wrong?" she asked him curiously.
"My hips won't turn..." said Scott slowly.
"Right..." she said in an obvious tone of disbelief, "Whatever, just turn around."
Scott tried to comply with her request, but his body would not register his command decision. "I can't..."
"Fine. I'll move then," she said with a snort. She walked to the side a short distance then put her hands to her hips and snorted once more for emphasis.
His eyes widened in horror as his lower half twisted toward her. Once again he was pointing at her in his lewd manner. "Seriously!"
"This isn't funny," said Daedra, a pout threatening to rise up on her lips. "We have important business to discuss!"
"I can't control my body!" cried out Scott in shock. He looked at her, his eyes wide. "My hips are moving on their own."
She snorted at him and shook her head. "Are we going to act out an erotic scene? What's with the bad porn dialog?"
Daedra moved to the side again, but Scott's hips continued to track her. Neither of them thought it was funny.
"What's wrong with you!" she snapped after a moment. Not long after, however, she spoke again in a gentler tone of voice, "I mean... I should be flattered, I guess, but this is stupid."
"I can't stop it!" snapped back Scott in irritation. "Don't blame me!"
"Who do I blame then?" she asked in a casual tone.
Scott gripped his hips tight and said, "Try to move again. I'll do my best."
She snorted once more then took a few steps to the left. Scott's hips tried to move, but he grasped whatever he was standing on in the void with his feet. He did his best to force his hips to stay in place with his hands as well, but a bizarre thing occurred. His swollen manhood leaned in her direction. Even if his hips did not move, his genitalia refuse to give up the cause.
"Oh wow..." said Daedra after she noticed it. She immediately began walking back and forth just to see his penis try to continue to point in her direction.
"That's not the most pleasant thing, you know!" growled Scott. It took every bit of willpower that he could muster to keep his traitorous hips from moving.
"How are you doing that?" she asked curiously. He was so talented!
"I'm not! It's like the damned thing has a tractor beam locked onto you," said Scott through clenched teeth.
She blinked slowly then a warm smile spread across her lips. "I guess it knows what it wants."
"Ha. Ha." enunciated Scott. "You try dealing with the homing boner from hell."
Daedra looked at him for a moment. She threw her hand to her mouth and laughed. "Pfft. Oh, you got it bad, don't you?"
"Who'd want it?" snapped Scott in annoyance.
"Hey..." she said, softly, "There's no need to be mean."
"Weren't you just asking me to go die?" he asked her. Now that he was no longer trying to control his traitorous lower half, he could focus on the task at hand.
Her eyebrows pressed together gently and she looked to the side. "Yes, but it's nothing personal. I just want to go back to my beautiful lover."
A message screen popped up immediately afterward, but she slapped it away with the back of her hand before either of them could read it. The message window went flying through the air and disappeared.
"How did you do that?" asked Scott. Of all the strange things that he's seen, even today, that was the strangest. Since when could people bitch slap message windows?
She shrugged. "Not important. What is important is the fact that we need to speak seriously for a moment."
"Seriously?" asked Scott. The pussy fumes, or whatever it was that previously ravaged his mental faculties, were now diluted to the point that he could remember more of recent events. "Hey wait..."
He glared at the pink haired seductress. "The grand emissary mentioned in that note..."
"Yes, the final boss of this little death game. He is both my lord and my eternal lover," she said in a serious tone. Another window popped up and she bitch slapped it away as well. There was no need for her to read it when she had a good idea who sent it, and why.
Scott's homing boner died swiftly upon hearing those words. He was finally face to face with one of the assholes that started this whole thing! "You people... What the fuck is wrong with you?"
She bit her lower lip for a moment then shrugged. "Can we skip the whole bit about you blubbering angrily regarding your planet and your derailed life goals? There really isn't much you can do about it at this point."
"The fuck I will!" snapped Scott. He ran toward her, hell bent on taking her down. This time it was not a sexy desire, either.
With a loud sigh of annoyance Daedra threw up her hand dramatically and faded from sight. Scott barreled through the spot where she used to be standing and nearly fell over.
"It seems you are not as bright as I'd hoped," she said while remaining invisible and intangible.
"You people are trying to take over my planet!" snapped Scott.
She laughed loudly. A clear and musical sound, her laughter carried easily through the void. "Trying to take over? We've always owned it. Not that it matters."
"It matters to me," he said, angrily, "It matters to a lot of people."
"Good. That's the spirit," said Daedra. "When you calm down, we'll discuss business."
"Fuck you, lady," said Scott.
"I'm not sure my heart is ready for primate love," she said with another laugh.
They were silent for a brief moment. Scott had many questions to ask, but he already held the belief that most of them would not be answered.
"Well, anyway..." she said after the moment passed, "As fun as that was, I need to tell you why I'm here."
Scott remained silent. He was uncertain what to say or do in this situation. One of the people responsible for everything, including the shit that the NPCs were dealing with on their individual worlds, was close at hand. Yet, despite knowing that fact there was nothing that he could do. At the moment it was impossible to even find the pink haired woman. She might not even physically be in the same area anymore in spite of the presence of her voice.
"I'm your new personal manager. You're my personal responsibility until you're dead, or I manage to convince my brother to set me free," she said. Her voice echoed through the area.
"The only thing that you really need to know about is that I'll be around at times to give you updates on the progress of your brand recognition," she said. "Also, if you become popular enough to receive sponsors, I'll personally deliver their gifts and products to you."
"Sponsors? Personal manager? Is this for real?" asked Scott, while he frowned at the empty void.
"More real than your love for me," she said with a laugh.
He looked around for the source of the laughter, and noticed the fruit basket that he had received as a reward. Suddenly, h
e remembered the note that he had received. "Grand Emissary!"
"Yeah, what about him?"
"Did he send this fruit?" asked Scott.
"Yeah, it's his twisted way of thanking you for keeping me busy. The sexy jerk..." she said.
Scott's fingers curled into fists. "This the same guy who's supposed to be the final boss of this damned game?"
"The one and the same," she said without hesitation.
"I don't even know what to think anymore," muttered Scott.
"I know those feels..." said Daedra wistfully, "I used to be innocent until I met you."
"Right..." said Scott.
She did not answer for a moment, but when she did there was a touch of sadness in her voice. "Think what you will. Just be sure to take responsibility for our future..."
"Nothing happened," said Scott flatly.
"Really?" she asked in a drawn out manner. "I suppose I'll have to change my underwear for no good reason then..."
Scott sighed loudly. He could already tell that this girl was going to be trouble. There was another series of questions and answers that followed, but she refused to answer any question that was too interesting or useful. Though she did admit the size of her breasts and hips despite the fact that Scott never asked her what they were.
The meeting adjourned suddenly. The confused interdimensional warrior soon found himself at his home point, fruit basket in hand. He was still naked, though now he sported the ring that acted as his link to Saelil.
"Saelil?" asked Scott.
He heard a soft whisper that sounded like her voice, but he could not be certain. He was worried about that situation, but he could do nothing about it for the moment. First, he needed to check his home point for information about his previous mission. He put his hand to his orb, since he did not get a mission complete message previously. The long awaited message appeared the moment that he made contact.
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