Garden of Enchantment 3 - The Stoic Lady Falls under Influence (Patreon)

Summary So Far:

Talrith, an incubus from Runeterra (League of Legends) was fighting Evelynn, a succubus. During the fight, he got sucked up into a portal created by Labyrinth (Worm) and found himself on Earth Bet. He chose to join Faultline’s Crew.

-VB-

The job Faultline accepted turned out to be simple enough. They just went up north to a province called Maine, helped some criminals defend their goods - mostly white powders - and then came back home. 

It was actually so simple that it was boring. It was so boring because while they “defended” the stockpile, nothing happened. No enemy scouts, no “heroes” barging in, and there was definitely no lollygagging. 

Well, there was no lollygagging for everyone but him. The thing about being a demon like himself was the fact that a “demon” was that while he did have to follow the rules Faultline set for everyone, he was able to continue scanning the dreams, wants, needs, and wishes of his new teammates. 

While standing around guarding half-heartedly, Talrith fished out all information he could draw from his new teammates without letting them know that he was doing exactly that.

The only relevant information for the two men of the Crew, Gregor and Newter, was that Faultline’s Crew was their home. Anything that disturbed its internal and external stability and structure was a threat to their only home that accepted them and gave them jobs. Talrith learned that as long as he helped to support the Crew, they would be on his side, if not become his friend. 

Labyrinth liked him already; his mere existence as a reality-bending demon, however minor, helped to counteract her own ability. Kind of like two abilities that canceled each other out. This prevented him from actually using any of his greater abilities around her, but he could still read surface thoughts, and Labyrinth’s surface thoughts were about how relieved she felt at being able to act and think lucidly when he was around. 

Spitfire was cautious about him. She thought he was sexy, but she wasn’t sure about involving herself in anyone just yet; she was still a little wary about her own power and didn’t want to burn him accidentally. 

Talrith thought she was cute for thinking that. He wouldn’t burn away so easily, even if she didn’t know about it.

Lastly, Faultline. 

Oh, just like before, she had a lot of issues inside of her. Her lack of control before this life was something I discovered early on, but she had more issues beyond that. Having had so little control, concepts like justice and truth became central to her identification, even when she integrated herself to an issue plaguing the nation by acting as a mercenary sowing instability and discontent, whether she wanted to admit it or not. 

And these events, ideals, and thoughts shaped her sexual desires, too. Even though she sought to establish control over a situation, she was far more comfortable in a chaotic situation; it’s why she was working as a mercenary, which provided the control of her life through contracts and negotiations, but also allowed her free range in the chaos of the natural world where criminals and heroes duked it out without certainty as to who the winner was. 

She picked her battles, of course. She was comfortable in chaos, not blind or dumb to it. If he had to sum her up in one sentence, then she was a businesswoman in suit, stocking, and makeup deciding and successfully riding a cowboy rodeo.

It was also why he gave her only a minor charm - as in an actual spell rather than attempting to charm her. She wasn’t going to fall for something so blunt, but a charm spell that could not be detected by normal people which only made her feel mildly attracted to him? No one was going to notice that, especially not Faultline herself. 

“Hey~!” he greeted Faultline as the lady in question walked out of her office. 

Unlike the second time they met, his greeting caused her to jump on the spot. Her surprise quickly devolved into flustered straightening of her costume. She cleared her throat. 

“Talrith,” she spoke up as calmly as she managed, but he saw through her - literally in some places. Her heart beat faster and she felt hotter than she should. 

“I was wondering if you were free tonight,” he started the conversation. “I saw how hard you were working, so I thought that you might need some relaxation.”

“I hope you aren’t trying to do anything funny,” she shot off at him, and then Talrith saw how frustrated she felt with herself for being so hard on him.

“It’s just a few drinks and conversation, Faultline. What could go wrong?” he asked genially. 

Oh, he knew just how bad it could go, not that he intended to carry it in that direction. 

She regarded him for a second before dropping her tense shoulders. “Alright. Just give me a moment to change out,” she replied before walking back into her office. He heard the ruffle of clothes being taken off and worn. No more than five minutes afterward, she walked out of her office again.

Sexy was the only word he could describe her. Despite the fact that most of her features were on the side of bland, she put on just enough make-up to appear natural, accenting her eyebrows and lips, and wore clothes that appealed to her figure, which she had more than enough to make up for her bland if sharp features. The woolen long sleeve shirt hugged her bust tightly and wore a pair of clothing called “jeans” that accentuated her rear. 

This was Faultline’s real self, Margaret.

“Let’s go get that drink,” she said with a tempting smile of her lips and rosy cheeks. 

With but a flick of his wrist, he changed his appearance but not to become simply the most attractive man but a man whose physical features Margaret saw as sexy. His back and shoulders grew a little wider, his muscles became corded and thicker, and he stood taller. 

He extended an arm to her, and she hooked her arm around his. Together, they made their way down to the first floor of the Palanquin… where a party was hitting the floor. 

Deep “electronic” music shook the air with the steady beat of its bass, the dancers jumped up and down, and multitude of lights whipped about. 

But the dance floor wasn’t where Margaret relaxed. They skirted around the party, and Margaret called one of the bartenders with but a gesture. One of the three bartenders quickly left her station and walked right up to them, but leaned her ear towards Margaret. She said something, which was lost to Talrith in the booming, deep bass of the music, but the bartender seemed to have heard it well, because she quickly went back to her station and then returned with a key. 

Margaret took the key gingerly, and then said something again to the bartender. The girl bowed lightly before going back to gather a few drinks and cups. 

While she did that, Margaret led them away from the dance floor to the private rooms. She chose the room furthest from the dance floor and unlocked it, and they walked in. 

The room itself was a comfortable looking place, if a little tight for his liking. The room had two couches built into the walls and a table in the middle. 

She detached herself from him and slid into one of the couches, and he decided to take my chance by taking the seat right next to hers rather than the one across. 

Not too long after, the same girl walked in with a serving tray. On the tray were two bottles and two cups. She set them down silently and then left, closing the door behind her. 

“They don’t ask questions, huh?” he asked. 

“No, they know better,” she replied casually as she opened a bottle and poured herself a drink. Talrith caught a whiff of strong alcoholic whiff. 

“Strong stuff, huh?” he asked. 

“Yes. It’s not exactly something you gulp down,” she replied as she poured him a cup as well. 

“I am familiar with how one should drink alcohol,” he chuckled as he took up his cup and took a sip. He enjoyed the burning liquor dribble down his throat. It was pleasant and not at all bad tasting for something so strong. “It’s good and hot, just like you.”

She blinked once and then twice at the sudden line, and then blushed. “Ugh, you’re trying too hard,” she drawled, but didn’t say it as if she was offended by the attempt. She threw her head back, taking a big gulp of the alcohol. She set the cup down before leering at him. “If you want to be so forward, then you should be bolder about it!” 

Talrith raised an eyebrow. If that was how she wanted to be approached, then who was he to argue otherwise?

“You mean like this?” he asked as he put his cup down on the table and then pushed the table away. Margaret stiffened as she looked at him push the table away and then stand in front of her. He leaned down on her while placing both of his hands to the side of her, trapping her in place. “Margaret, I want to touch you,” he growled. “I want to feel how soft you are.”

She stared up at him with wide eyes and a gaping mouth.

“When I first met you, I thought about how sexy you were, standing in all black and so imposing while I was on the ground-”

“Y-You’re making me sound like some kind of a dominatrix!” she complained even as her face grew redder when she noticed his hands growing closer to her and his face coming down towards her face. 

“I wouldn’t mind being under you, certainly,” he replied easily as his hands finally grasped her side. 

She didn’t push him away, but that was because he was amping up the minor charm spell he’d cast on her to relax and let him approach her. 

Talrith didn’t wait any longer and he kissed the young maiden, because for all of her stoic and commanding leadership exterior, Margaret the Faultline was still just that: a romantically naive maiden.

She moaned into his kiss as he skipped the chaste kiss for a deeper Piltover (French) kiss. 

“D-Didn’t think that I-I’d become … this slutty,” Maragaret laughed weakly when they broke the kiss. 

“It’s just me, Marge,” he replied huskily, deepening his voice to a rumble that made her shiver pleasantly. 

She yelped when his cold hands slipped underneath her woolen shirt and traveled up her sides. She didn’t tell him to stop or anything stupid like that. She knew what she was getting into when she got herself a private room with a sexy man and whiskey. 

Instead, she let herself relax and enjoy this. She shivered as he grabbed the edge of her shirt and pulled them up. They slid up to her breasts… and then over them. Talrith stopped them there and instead groped her.

She began to breath quickly and shallowly, feeling hot.

“Tal…” she mumbled out. 

“Call me that if you want,” he cooed at her, pinning her eyes to his eyes with his stare even as his masterful hands cupped and massaged her breasts. Then one of his hands drifted down. In a swift and fluid movement, he unhooked her jeans’ button, zipped the zipper down, and slid his fingers to her crotch. 

Her breath hitched as she felt his fingers touch her clean shaven crotch and then traveled further down, rubbing at her clit. 

Just as his fingers slid down and then into her, his lips caught her lips in another kiss.

She moaned loudly into his mouth as his fingers dragged themselves along her vaginal walls. This was the first time a man touched her like this, and Margaret was really liking it. 

Her mind grew hazy as this ministration of massages and spooning continued, and it wasn’t long until he pulled her jeans off of her, and her legs were spread apart, showing him all of her.

She barely saw him pull his own clothes apart, but she felt his thing touch the opening of her vagina. 

Now, Talrith was an incubus who’s been around for a while. He had seen a lot of things, done a lot of things, and taught a lot of things. He realized what Maragaret was trying to do; she was a virgin and didn’t want to deal with the pain of her first time. So she, knowing that this was going to be painful, got alcohol and drank a cup of whiskey. Fortunately (kind of) for her, she was a lightweight. She was already feeling the tipsy effects of the alcoholic drink burning through her system.

Talrith mentally approved of her plan.

He kissed her and slowly pushed himself into her.

She whimpered with her eyes shut closed, and her breath hitched a bit when he broke through her hymen. Alcohol dulled the pain, though.

When he broke the kiss and began to slide in and out of her, she gasped and moaned from the ecstasy slowly building up inside of her like the incoming tide. 

“O-Oh, y-yes…! T-Tal-!” she moaned out. 

She was completely unaware of the fact that Talrith’s spell was working overtime to prevent her mind from realizing just how quickly she’d hit home run with Talrith. If this was anyone else, then she would be fighting back because she would have realized that she was under Master effect. With Talrith, who she found sexy already, the Charm spell was just muddling her mind.

Talrith grunted as he began to pump the sexy woman for all she was worth. He cupped her breast, held one of her legs up, and kissed her again, stimulating even the underside of her thigh to push Margaret over the edge as quickly as possible. 

Then he used a spell to hold her ecstasy right before the climax. 

Her eyes began to roll over and she bit her lips, trying to achieve her climax but not being able to. 

“T-Tal, m-make me c-c-cum-!” she yelped as his dick pumped her.

He stopped for a second, which frustrated her, but then he changed their position so that she was laying down on the couch instead of sitting on. Talrith was now on top of her.

“As you command, my lady,” he whispered into her ear, and began to pound into her. 

“OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK-!” Margaret yelped repeatedly with each thrust. “AAH-MMMM!!!!” she screamed when she finally orgasm, only for her mouth to be muffled by his kiss, and felt hot sticky fluid shoot into her. ‘H-He’s c-cumming inside me…!’ 

She wanted to tell him to pull out, but her first real, thorough carnal high was too much for her body and mind. All she did was moan out her pleasure.

She was in no position to stop Talrith when he flipped her over and took her like an animal.

She couldn’t stop him when he took her anal virginity. 

She bounced on top of him like a depraved slut, grinding her D-cup breasts against his chest and wrapping her arms around his wide muscular shoulders.

She let him use her mouth to clean himself up, because she was too fatigued to move.

When he finished inside of her womanhood for the third time, she took it like a woman who wanted a baby, because her mind was fully under Talrith’s grasp by this point. 

Margaret the Faultline did not know but she was the first victim to fall under Talrith’s influence. She would let him use her at his leisure forever.