Handbook of Erotic Fantasy: Celestial Seeking Infernal (Patreon)

There was a gap in the cosmology. She could feel it. Or at the very least, she could feel it once the catgirl had pointed it out. The balance had shifted in the multiverse. Her ancient rival had somehow disappeared, and what was left in her place was… different. Other. 

“Herald?” said the goddess. “I’ll be stepping out tonight.”

“You’ll what?” 

“Mind the shop while I’m gone.”  

There came a squawk of bewilderment from her servant, but the goddess did not pay it any mind. After all, what was an incarnate embodiment of one’s will actually for if it didn’t obey orders? Besides, there were more important things to consider. Demon Queen was gone. That much was certain. And Lady Celestial was finally paying attention.  

*****

It was a slow night in the King’s Arms. The lady in red sipped her cosmo, leaned upon the bar, and felt profoundly bored. It was nearly closing time, and she was the last conscious customer. The fireplace guttered low. Gentle snores came from one darkened booth. A rag wiped absently at the bar top. 

In desperation she called to the blonde behind the bar, “Any new faces in town?” 

“Sorry, hon,” said Barmaid. “The cast page only updates so often.”

It was a depressing truth. Plotsville only had so many eligible mortals, and Succubus had slept her way through all of them. She crossed and recrossed her legs out of habit. Arched her back just so. Sighed a breathy sigh, and let her bosom heave. It was good to stay in form, even if there was no one present to properly drool. 

“Evening, miss,” said the lady on the stool beside her. 

There was a brief moment where Succubus felt annoyed at having missed her Perception check. But that feeling quickly disappeared into appreciation. The lady in question was an aasimar, and obviously so. There was starlight on her skin. Night sky in her hair. Some strange, hard-to-RP effect in her voice that was marvelously compelling to hear. It was musical lilt like clear harp strings striking out against the darkness. Plus she had a rocking set of tits. 

“I do not believe,” said Succubus, “That we have been acquainted.” 

“Would you like to be?” said the other. Then she crossed and recrossed her legs. Arched her back just so. Sighed a breathy sigh, and let her bosom heave. 

“Your place or mine?” said Succubus. 

“Mine. Trust me, I’ve got plenty of spare room.”