The Hero Became a Succubus! - Chapter 194

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Chapter 194

"Th-The… Demon Queen?" Raksha squeaked, eyes snapped open with fear.

"Master, our cover!" Esta whispered from behind.

It only hit Kanae a second later. Raksha wasn't a contact of the Knight of Copper. She was a contact of Sire Amerys.

"Eh… ah— We're here as part of your eternal war! No tactic is too underhanded. A week and a half ago, Seer Yesenia tried to destroy the Capillis dam. Sire Amerys reached out to me to get back at her. We're definitely not allies or anything!" Kanae explained hastily.

The demon potter looked too terrified to make any logical connections. She eventually placed a hand upon her chest and sighed heavily.

"I… s'pose that makes sense. The Hellfire War Games're coming up soon. Wouldn't surprise me if Warchief Gabrul made any moves that were just as crazy. Please, come in inside!" Raksha beckoned for them to enter the backroom.

"You already foiled whatever Gabrul had plotting," Aisha remarked snidely.

Kanae rolled her eyes as they followed her in. Tools were strewn all over the floor of the messy workshop. One corner of the room was stacked with large-sized pots just collecting dust. A spinning pottery wheel sat inert with a block of clay on top. They had probably interrupted her before she got to work.

"Hey, uh… You said Yesenia tried to destroy Capillis? Is the city okay?" Raksha asked.

"Yeah," Kanae answered, swallowing the pain associated with it.

Relief washed over Raksha. Kanae wished she could feel the same. The demon woman sat in front of the spinning wheel and went to work. Her foot repeatedly pressed down on a wooden pedal to make the primitive machine spin. She wet her hands from a nearby bucket of water and kneaded unformed clay.

"Right, so Sire Amerys sent ya here?" Raksha began as she worked. "Not sure what deal ya struck, but hitting the Barons of Stolas and Seer Yesenia ain't gonna be easy. Even for you, Demon Queen. There's a reason she's been Aberron's leader for almost a century now."

"That's why I'm here to ask you for help. You're Amerys' spy here, right? What can you tell me about Seer Yesenia and the dark magic she uses?" Kanae asked.

"To start, when you hear dark magic, it ain't some big mumbo mystical evil thing. Dark just means unknown. To us, anyway. No one knows what kind of magic she uses. Seems only Yesenia and her ritualists do," she explained and smiled to herself as the long-necked pottery took shape.

"It has to be powerful magic then," Esta interjected. "We have two companions who aren't so easily defeated by magic, yet they have fallen into Yesenia's clutches."

Lapis whose very existence rendered magic null, and Elizabeth Bedlam who rivaled any one of the Saint Priests of Aidenhall. Possibly even a demon lieutenant of Lord Charron. Neither of them were easy prey. In fact, Eliza brought Lapis precisely because her anti-magic would have helped against Yesenia's 'dark magic'.

"This is only a guess, alright? I think Seer Yesenia is getting help from elsewhere. Holding off on telling Sire Amerys until I find more concrete proof," Raksha whispered quietly as if fearful someone might be eavesdropping.

"What makes you think that?" Kanae asked.

"Crone's gotten more bold in the past year. Used to be Aberron was crawling with enhanced and augmented dire beasts. She pulled 'em back. Maybe to make them even stronger. However, they've always used her dark magic for the War Games. Not blowing up fuckin' Capillis which might end up flooding Aberron!" she growled.

Aisha, who had been poking at finished pots, whipped around. "Huh. When you put it that way, Gabrul has been getting paranoid from the lack of dire beast attacks. The bastard's been so desperate to get an upper hand that he ordered us to enslave without prejudice."

No wonder Warchief Gabrul was so quick to make use of Versatile Womb. Too bad that ended in his defeat.

"Whatever Yesenia is scheming, I intend to put a stop to it. I've already set in motion a plan to topple Aberron's ruling class. Any idea how I can speed things up?" Kanae asked.

"Taking down her allies first? I like it. A succubus like yourself can probably compel them off Aberron's wall. The Barons of Stolas take the lion's share, yet all they do is get fat in their nice little villas. Best time to hit them is midday, when they gather to watch the Aberron Brawl. Only Barons with slave fighters can sit in that arena booth though. It's also protected by a barrier in case the contestants and monsters get too rowdy," Raksha explained.

"Hmm. I don't think getting close to them during the brawl will be a problem then. Esta, what do you say about being a slave fighter for a while longer?" she asked her loyal knight.

"I will paint the arena red in your honor." Esta straightened her back.

By the time they finished talking, Raksha had completed a nice pot suitable for putting flowers in. She put it aside to dry and saw them out of the store.

"One more thing, Demon Queen. It's unsubstantiated but might be worth your while. I've heard rumors that a Baron and their contestant, who lead a winning streak in Aberron Brawl, are invited to Seer Yesenia's keep. The place gives me the creeps though." Raksha shuddered.

"I've also heard that rumor," Esta chimed in energetically. "Baron Grimnir told me that great wealth and power awaits me if I keep winning. The last contestant who was invited to Yesenia's keep has never been seen again. When I pressed him about it, all he said was that the winner made himself a fortune and retired elsewhere in Artaggon."

Which was doubtful.

"Thanks, Raksha. We appreciate the info. I think this goes without saying, but… Me not charming you is a sign of gratitude. Keep this meeting a secret. Or I might have to come back and make sure it stays a secret," Kanae said, brushing her knuckles against the demon's cheek and handing back the dagger.

"Thank you for your m-mercy, Demon Queen…" Raksha gulped hard.

Kanae and her party returned to Baron Arnault's manor to retire for the night. Arnault himself was lying on a carpet in front of the fireplace like the dog she convinced him to be. Unfortunately, Kanae couldn't sleep. Arenade's death continued to plague her thoughts. She rolled around in the large, luxurious bed, imagining them being together on it. Had things gone differently, they would have been right now.

Unable to sleep, Kanae decided to wander the halls. She heard shuffling coming from the pantry and descended to investigate. Candlelight flickered behind the door left ajar. Five dark elven boys emerged and stopped cold in front of her, their faces covered in cookie crumbs.

"Mmph… Baroness… W-We can exshplain!" one said with his cheeks bulging like a chipmunk.

"Moira didn't feed you enough?" Kanae giggled into the back of her hand.

"It's just…" Another elf swallowed his mouthful before speaking. "Baron Arnault never lets us have sweets. We're sorry, Baroness!"

"Don't worry. I'm not angry or… anything…" She trailed off after noticing they had each popped an erection.

Glancing down at herself, Kanae forgot she was dressed sparingly in an open gown split down the middle and no underwear. Hunger fiercely gnawed at her stomach. She hadn't fed in over a week.

"It won't happen again, B-Baroness. If you will excuse us…"

They tried to shuffle by, but Kanae had other plans.

"You're free to eat as many cookies as you want. In return, I'd like you all to do me a little favor. Go ask if anyone wants to serve their baroness tonight and bring them to my room," Kanae said, letting them flee downstairs to their quarters.

Meanwhile, she returned upstairs to her room and waited patiently at the foot of the bed. A few minutes passed by. The door creaked open, and two dozen dark elven boys entered the room. Although it was dark, she could tell how red their faces were.

"E-Everyone wanted to come because we're all grateful to you, Baroness. But… why… exactly are we here?" a brave one asked.

"About that." Kanae let slip the nightgown, revealing to them her bare succubus body wreathed by moonlight pouring in from the window. "My bed has so much room, and I'm only one person. I was thinking your baroness might need some company tonight?"

In the early morning, a commotion outside of the manor startled Kanae awake. Her body was lathered in more dressing than a salad. She tried to get up, but a weight pressed down on her. She lifted the bedsheet and found a dark elf lying on her chest. An elf rested in each of her arms. They weren't the only ones. There were more in and around the bed, all naked, curled up, and still fast asleep.

Kanae got up slowly, careful not to wake anyone up. She lowered the one clinging to her back into bed and pulled the sheets over his shoulders. Last night's gangbang had replenished her and then some.

It sounded like someone was throwing a tantrum outside. Kanae threw on a light robe and pulled the curtains just enough to peek through. Aberron guards surrounded a manor across the street. Two came out, dragging Baron Grimnir by the arm. They threw him into the back of a wagon, shackled by the wrists and ankles.

"Unhand me! You're making a mistake! I'm telling you, I have no plans to usurp Yesenia. The accusations are preposterous!" Baron Grimnir cried before being carted off to the keep.

Other members of the ruling class had watched it all unfold and whispered amongst each other.

"What's the meaning of this? Grimnir is a well-respected Baron of Stolas. You have no right to detain him!" an angry baron shouted from behind his gate.

"Baron Grimnir is suspected of treason!" the head guard exclaimed, loud enough to make sure as many people heard. "The rest of you will do well not to betray Seer Yesenia."

Kanae twitched to heavy knocking from downstairs.

"Master?" Esta opened the door a moment later. "A guard would like to speak with Baron Arnault."

"I'll be right there." Kanae considered getting properly dressed, but she decided to stay covered in cum and only in an open robe. The wings and tail, however, had to go.

Arnault was awake when Kanae got downstairs. She clung to his arm, squeezing it between her breasts. He opened the door to two bored guards.

"Baron Arnau— hubba, hubba…" Both guards stared hard at Kanae's chest.

"What is it?" Arnault growled. "If you haven't noticed, I'm busy!"

"We just wanted to inform you that Baron Grimnir has been arrested for trying to incite a rebellion! You were a close associate of his, weren't you? H-Have you noticed anything strange about him in the past few days?" one of them asked.

"No, I have not. Just between us though… I've noticed Baron Clyde and Baroness Ayenne visiting him a lot over the past week. Go ask them. Now if you will excuse me. I have more important business to attend to." He slapped Kanae's behind and grabbed a handful of ass.

The envious demon guards left, muttering to themselves over how lucky Arnault was. As soon as he shut the door, Kanae ordered him back to his place.

"That was close," Esta said off to the side, ready with the greatsword had anything gone awry.

"It still might." Kanae shrugged.

As noon approached, they made way for Aberron Brawl again. Kanae had Esta dressed in rags and only wielding her greatsword again. Moira stayed home and urged Aisha to go with them. To avoid suspicion, however…

"Grrr… Why am I wearing this stupid shackle? I didn't need to yesterday!" Aisha was trying her best not to blow up because they put an iron collar around her neck.

"You have to look the part! Otherwise, people won't believe I'm part of the barony. Look, Esta's wearing it, too!" Kanae said.

"This feeling… being chained by Master, and to have her hold the leash… there is no greater joy than this." Esta breathed hot and heavily the moment she donned the collar.

"As if your perverted drakeling wearing the chain would make me happy…" The hobgoblin grumbled.

They brought Esta down to the contestants' waiting area, where the many slave fighters awaited being slaughtered in the arena by Yesenia's monsters.

"Just in case." Kanae imbued Esta with Bond, empowering her to an extent that might trivialize the fight.

The drakeling shuddered in ecstasy.

"I will annihilate your enemies and put on a show to make you proud," Esta said passionately.

Arnault led Kanae and Aisha upstairs through a guarded entrance separate from the masses. The three came out onto a shaded booth with other barons and their slaves around. Seats were cushioned and comfortably spaced apart. Arena slaves carried food and drinks to the wealthy spectators. Kanae and Arnault took a seat in the back. Aisha was about to sit down until Kanae stopped her.

"It's going to be suspicious if a slave sits down," Kanae warned her.

"You bitch… You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Aisha asked.

"I promised I'd find you a strong mate when we get back home. Just hang in there!" she urged the annoyed hobgoblin.

A couple of finely-dressed demons sat down in the row in front of Kanae. It sounded like they were in a heated conversation.

"Did you hear what happened to Grim this morning?"

"Mm, yes. Terrible affair! That he would choose to side with the rabble? Appalling."

"No, no. The accusations are unfounded. There's no proof, but Yesenia had guards manhandle him like some criminal. What if they suspect us next? We haven't done anything!"

"Oh, please. Do you have anything to be worried about that I should know about?"

The back and forth went on until they glanced behind themselves.

"Ah!" A pompous, bespectacled demon gentleman smiled. "Baron Arnault. Good day to you, sir. Who is this… mmm… fine company you have brought today?"

"Eyes forward, men. My fine mistress is mine alone!" Arnault sneered.

"Aww, don't be such a killjoy. I am his Baroness, but that doesn't mean I'm exclusively his," Kanae leaned between them and whispered seductively.

"H-Hey… You look familiar…" The other, more perceptive of the two squinted at Kanae.

"When you leave today," she interrupted and placed a charm on both of them, "you will go straight to the guards and accuse Baron Clyde and Baroness Ayenne of conspiring with Baron Grimnir."

"Yes, as you wish…" they replied obediently.

Once the stadium had filled and the crowds were going wild, Seer Yesenia soared into the arena again to announce the start of Aberron Brawl. The fights should be a cakewalk for a Bond-up Esta, and a cakewalk they were.

This time around, the battles were a team deathmatch. Contestants faced off against Yesenia's enhanced dire beasts as a team. Those that fell or couldn't fight any longer were pulled away, and the ones that remained continued. Esta's greatsword cleaved through countless monsters, and it was looking like the slave fighters would come out victorious.

However…

"My, my. Do we have a fierce contestant today? The drakeling has cut down my prized beasts. Is there no one left to challenge this fearsome fighter? I'm here to tell you, there is! One who has mastered the art of inflicting agony. She is an apex predator among all demons! Fear not, citizens of Aberron. Instead, rejoice that you may finally witness her debut as a challenger— Claudia, the Mistress of Pain!" Yesenia snapped her finger, activating a magic circle in the arena.

"What did… she say?" Kanae gasped.

The ritualists chanted a spell that erected a column of purple light into the sky. When it subsided, a voluptuous demon woman with the signature crown-like horns of the Queen-Mother appeared in the center of the magic circle. She sported long, blonde hair made into two pigtails that reached down to her waist. A black leather corset wrapped around her abdomen, and a spiked collar around her neck. Both ears were adorned with piercings. Long sleeves ended in spiked gloves. In one hand, she held a horsewhip. In the other, she wielded a paddle with a hole through the center. The succubus stepped out of the circle upon stilettos, leaving holes in the ground.

"Hiiiiiiiii~ I'm Claudia, the lovely dominatrix at your service. Teehee!" Claudia winked and flashed a cutesy smile, but the audience was anything but love with her.

"A… A s-s-succubus?"

"What the hells is Yesenia thinking?"

"Ain't we in d-danger here?"

Spectators squirmed in their seats. Even Kanae was stunned. That Yesenia had the gall to bring one of the Queen-Mother's succubus so deep into Artaggon… Or was Claudia controlling everyone all along?

"Hey, now… It kinda pisses me off. Everyone loooooves when Amby and Labelly show up. Why are people always afraid of me? There's no need to be afraid, my lovelies. A little pain never hurt anyone! So, cheer for me!" Claudia handed the whip to her tail and struck herself on the chest.

The audience and contestants keeled over like they were the ones hit. Kanae felt a tinge of pain on her own chest. What happened? Did the barrier up here stop dull the effect?

Claudia continued to whip herself and the audience into a frenzy. They started cheering like she wanted. The whipping came to an abrupt stop.

"Ahh… haha… Mmmh! Don't you feel it, my lovelies? The biting pinch of pain. All your nerves burning and screaming… Ahhh~ It's so good I can just climax right now—" Claudia trembled delightfully until Esta attacked, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Oh, no… Not good. Esta has to get out of there!" Kanae clenched her jaw.

"What? Succubus or not, that bitch just got bisected. No way she survives that," Aisha said.

"You don't understand. That's the daughter of the Queen-Mother. In Artaggon, you know her as the Underqueen— the very succubus whose daughters are trying to conquer the surface!" she warned.

When the dust settled, Claudia hadn't moved an inch. Esta's greatsword stopped against her right shoulder. From up here, Kanae could tell it was barely a papercut.

"You call this pain? I can't get off to this! I thought you were strong. Let me show you how it's done!" Claudia knocked the greatsword away and shoved Esta down. She overwhelmed the drakeling in sheer strength, then slapped multiple leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles. They must be made of magic. Each cuff firmly anchored Esta's limbs firmly to the ground.

Claudia's face was deeply red. A sex flush. She was getting off to this. The Mistress of Pain lifted the paddle and brought it down on Esta's butt. Pain and pleasure surged through Kanae's body since she was connected to Esta by Bond.

"What's up with you?" Aisha asked worriedly.

"Nngh… I can… even feel it… from here?" Kanae gritted her teeth and tried not to look obvious.

"Ahaha! I'm going to keep going until you cum! Cum for me, drakeling!" Claudia cackled.

Kanae felt every hit. Her legs started shaking. A wetness pooled in her seat from gushing and sweating after each strike.

If this continued…

"Tell me you like it! I wanna hear you say it so bad. Ahh… but seeing you wince is great, too… There's nothing better than the moment pain is inflicted, the moment it becomes pleasure. Don't you agree? Scream! Cry! Moan! Aaahhhhh!" Claudia held the paddle with both hands and smacked Esta one final time.

It was loud. So loud that the audience winced and recoiled.

"I'm… cumming…" Kanae climaxed as hard as Esta did.

Bond's connection between them severed. The drakeling knight, who was the last contestant standing, fell unconscious. Only the Mistress of Pain was left. Claudia panted like a dog. Her hair was disheveled. She brushed her blonde bangs from her soaked face, smiled, and took a bow.

Everyone in the arena applauded. They cheered so loud that the stadium rumbled.

"That succubus tossed your friend around like a ragdoll… Hey, Kanae. Your plan to fuck up Yesenia is looking hairy," Aisha said.

Still in the throes of stinging pleasure, Kanae disagreed. "No… It just became a lot more fun. And if the Mistress of Pain had anything to do with what happened to Arenade, then it's also become a lot more personal."