Crossing the Forbidding Part 5; Strength of Wills (Patreon)

He stepped forward like a man with no worries. His eyes fixed on the sultry succubus and showed only warmth. He looked at her as if she was a friend. Someone whom he was happy to see and share the company of. If he was enticed or intimidated by her, it didn't show. Monette cooed in response, licking her long tongue out and tasting the air. His quintessence was particularly flavorful. He was most unique. A rare gem in a sea of new, but generally similar kinlings. Monette had not stopped to consider how different a mundane's flavor could be before she had begun to take over the town. In truth, she had only wanted to sample them. She thought to make a little mischief and steal away into the night like many of her breed had done in the past. She’d been intoxicated and embolden by her first taste. Looking at this man, feeling his presence, his energy... she understood why she simply could not do that.

Her eyes glowed as an instinctive reaction to what was about to happen. She'd first wear him down with her preternatural abilities of course. She smiled inwardly to herself, thinking how ironic it was that most of her kin didn't understand the depths of their own abilities. What the succubi were truly capable of. Most were as clueless as the mundanes they hungered for. Though it was the general belief that succubi used magic and mystical powers to hypnotize their prey, Monette a high born, knew better. To entrance, seduce and enthrall another living being was not as easy as snapping your fingers and bringing them to your command. No, there was very little actual 'magic' involved. The gifts of the succubi are the gifts of their bodies. Gifts that were now on full display.

As her eyes shined gold, her body became fragrant. A scent almost like vanilla and jasmine; with a curious unidentifiable musk that was uniquely her own. The musk was not unpleasant. In fact, it was enticing; unnaturally enticing. Her body rippled and changed. Not so noticeably, not all at once... but enough to know after the fact that it had happened. Her breast swelled, her hips filled out and her lips took on a wet glossiness. Her body exuded a barely noticeable chemical that moistened her fur and made touching her anywhere a pleasurable experience.

She almost drooled as she licked her lips and pressed forward. Her eyes fixed on Adolyn like some hungry beast. Her body sent out pheromones so strong that it brought the other thralls to their knees. They could not help but touch themselves as they gazed hungrily at her. They wanted her. They needed her. She mewed with a lustful glint in her eye. She enjoyed their longing. She reveled in their eyes watching her. 

Reaching out toward the brave warrior with expectant hands, she made her move. Her fur bristled and vibrated at levels imperceptible to the average kinling. Inaudible, but sending a signal to all around her, that gave an artificial sense of calm and easiness. Of relaxation and acceptance. The faint moistness of her fur had added to the unique, imperceptible sounds of the vibrations.

It was in the way she looked and moved. Her eyes fixed on his. Each step so deliberate. Each movement of her body, a step in a deadly dance. Like a cobra she aimed to lull her prey with her slow, deliberate movements. All part of the hunt. All part of the taking of another living creature. No thoughts or commands to the succubus’ body caused these actions. Her body did it all of it's own accord. It's natural response to the anticipation of feeding. Succubi had many special skills to employ against their unsuspecting victims. Their most dangerous attributes however all came naturally. With her natural gifts and experience as a master seductress, Monette was certain she'd bring the young hero to heel. He would be a toy for her. Her most favorite toy. Her eyes promised him things that his body could only dream of and she fixed him with her most seductive stare.

You would have to be made of some interesting stuff to experience the majesty of Monette all at once and resist. Especially with what was happening with her eyes. They weren't exactly changing color with her movements, but there was a light pulse to the illumination in them. Holding his gaze to her own, the subtle rhythm of those pulses were meant to entrance him. She meant to hold his gaze and make his eyes follow where she wished. She looked down at her breast and then slowly traced a hand around them. Her swollen nipples perking up under her touch. She looked down further as her hand followed the curves of her body. Down they went to her stomach, to her navel. Down further then to where her moistened and dripping womanhood beckoned him. Her body summoned the young count. It cried out for his compliance, his obedience. 'Come, give yourself to me!' it screamed in it's own subtle language. Monette again felt the euphoria that came with being desired by all in her presence. All it seemed, except the young count.

Adolyn had not so much as twitched. He had not moved a muscle. Nor had he responded to her many alluring charms and seductions. Oblivious was he to her body’s yearning. Ignored was her scent. His mouth pressed in a friendly smile, he did not salivate in anticipation. Somehow, his body did not quiver for her touch. As Monette approached she notice his eyes did not follow her gaze. They did not take in her sensual body and irresistible form. No, the man just gazed into her eyes with an expression of adoration and friendship. Something she'd never seen before. She was momentarily taken back by it. Her movement stopped and she eyed him curiously. She’d been thrown by what had to be the exact opposite of what she had expected. No mundane man could resist her. How could he? He was obviously interested. His posture and his scent were open and receptive. He was not physically resisting her. She would have felt that. She would have seen the strain. So how then? How was he not on his knees begging for her to do all that she could to him, all that she must?

The green haired succubus’ smile turned then. Her expression confused as she began to speak. Surely her vocal abilities would work. She could speak him into her thrall. However before she could say a word he was on her. He was so close that she could could bask in his scent now. She was the taller of the two so she looked down on him and was almost love drunk off the smell. His aroma was intoxicating. She smelled not just his physical presence, but his ethereal energies as well. Just feeling the pulse of his life force as it imposed it's will on everything around him, was enough to send her into ecstasy.

Monette stopped then, pulling back a little and looking at the red headed caracal more closely. What was it? Why was none of her latent abilities affecting him? Sure, he was possessed of an indomitable will. She could feel that easily when he entered the room. But this... this felt almost consuming. Her eyes narrowed as she peered at handsome face. She had to reassess what she had originally thought of him. A mundane with that kind of will power was rare. It was almost unheard of. She’d heard such men were naturally harder to seduce, but this was ridiculous. She’d been told of truly faithful husbands and wives, those of the cloth with complete conviction, and knights and mages of peculiar orders who stood fast to their vows of chastity. Many had been spoken of to her by her kin. She heard stories of those who were particularly resistant to their charms. But she was a no ordinary succubus. She was one of the children of the Nine. He might be able to resist her latent abilities, but contact with her, the consumption of her fluids; saliva, cum, juices of a sensual nature... he’d break. Looking into his warm, inviting eyes, she swore she'd break him. But first the voice.

'Will you kiss me?' She asked. Her voice was so different than before. Now it was sweet and inviting, laced with power. Like the bristling of her fur, the sounds carried in her voice resonated. It affected the minds of those she wished to enthrall and helped to make them more reasonable to her suggestions. They would then submit to her requests, before finally bowing to any order she may demand. In response Adolyn just looked deeply into her eyes. His look had in them not a touch of desire or lust. He seemed, thoughtful and kind. His gaze disarmed her. It laid her bare and made her feel uncomfortable. Why was he looking at her that way? She wished for him to stop. She'd never seen someone look at her in that manner. It was unsettling. There had always been lust and debauchery in the eyes of those who gazed upon her. Always the need for her. Always the hunger. Why was he any different? This man, this Adolyn Valenrow, his gaze was warm and glowing. He looked as if he loved her. He looked at her as if he had known her all of his life and that in this moment she, despite all of her powers and all that she was, was special and important. Not in the way she’d wanted to be. Not in the way she’d always believed. Simply as a person. She blushed unconsciously, suddenly embarrassed under the weight of his gaze. 

The pressure of his quintessence began to grow then. The energy flowing from him was disrupting her own. For a moment she believed he was impressing his will upon her, but no, he was not. Not consciously anyway. She had to face the reality that maybe it was she who was wavering.

'If that is what you wish,' he answered in a tone that was both charming and calm. His voice sent chills up her spine. A single of her eyebrows rose as Monette regarded him. What was going on with this man? At that range, with all she was... certainly even his will power had to be wavering. Just a little, right? As she stared, she was unaware of his hand as it lifted up and brushed against her cheek. She was startled as she felt his warmth. All that he was and no single part of him, was in that touch. She again shivered from the base of her spine, to the top of her neck. Her hunger for his energy demanded she take him. Her body burned with passion and need, as all of her being cried out; 'FEED! FEED!' His quintessence, his aura was driving her mad. She had to taste him... but, she hesitated. He was entrancing her somehow. Not she him. But how could that be? She needed to be cautious.

Monette tried to move away, but Adolyn moved a great deal faster than she anticipated. His lips pressed against hers and parted the soft fur of her mouth. He crowded her, his body right against hers. His powerful arm wrapped itself around her waist, as his other held her head fast. She kissed him then. Deeply and passionately. She coiled her tongue around his and let it dance in his mouth. They kissed so hard and so lasciviously that she could feel the mood change in the room. The jealousy from her other thralls began to waft from them and press down on her like a physical thing. She could feel their stares and their longing, but no longer could draw from their energies. Her body had zeroed in on Adolyn. Every piece of herself was focused on him and that kiss. She felt a euphoria as his energy poured into her, not taken, but given. She resolved to shut out all of the world save for that one act. A precious moment. ‘Is this it?’ she wondered. Did she have him now? 'Oh by the shades, let it be so,' she thought to herself as her body almost glowed from the act. But it was not to be. Slowly, he moved back away and though she tried to hold him, he removed himself from her grasp.

Monette felt a low like she had never felt when the warmth of his life force ceased flowing into her. His quintessence was like a drug. What had happened? She had him didn't she? She had been feeding, right? Surely he'd consumed her saliva during their kiss. And didn’t her own life force pierce his defenses. How come she could not feel any control? Worse, she felt a hunger like never before. She'd tasted him and it wasn't nearly enough. She felt empty and starved for his touch and his essence. She'd been feeding all day, gorging herself on the quintessence of her thralls. She only held back enough not to seriously injure any of them. But she then felt as though she'd not been fed for days, months even. Like it had all been taken away. She had to have. She needed to bend him to her will. She was determined to have this man for her own, in this and all things. His energy was an elixir and she would drink her fill of it, oh she would drink him dry.

Scowling, but not meaning too, Monette pressed him. Wrapping her arms around him and forcing him to the ground. They hit the ground with an umph, but the count didn't seem the least bit put upon. Monette feverishly pushed forward to kiss him again. Desperate to reestablish her connection with his delectable energies. Her advance was halted however. With a finger pressed against her lips, Adolyn looked at her ardently.
'Turn around,' he said to her. Again his voice was calm and charming, but also a little forceful. It wasn't a request, it was a command. Spoken in the nicest of ways, yes, but a command nonetheless. Monette was at first offended that he would dare command her. She was the elderian, not he. What hubris to think that he could control her. But despite her ego and thoughts of contestation, she could not deny the look in his eyes. Not harsh, not pleading, simply... expectant. As if the idea that she would not comply had not occurred to him at all. Though she thought to resist for a long moment and almost did, she decided that she could simply not deny him. If he wished to bask in the full aroma of her womanhood she would not stop him. The fool was dooming himself anyway, she reasoned. One taste of her nectar and it would be over. A potent aphrodisiac and heavy narcotic. The love juices of a succubus was addicting, heavily addicting. She smiled as she turned her ass to him; thoughts full of visions of the count as a junky for her nectar dancing in her mind.

He gave her no time to contemplate further on her fantasy. Adolyn seemed no slouch in his efforts to get on with the business at hand. His tongue felt warm as it massaged the folds of her pussy lips. It traced long trails of saliva and sensations up and down her womanhood. Monette moaned out loud, in her mind she told herself it was more for show than do to his efforts. Men were known to be encouraged by such displays of arousal from their partners. She would put on an erotic display to help capture his lust. Or so she told herself. In truth, she could barely keep her mouth closed as the connection with energy began to flow again. She could scarcely contain her excitement.

Adolyn licked her pussy with a firm, methodical, diligence that made Monette shudder and almost lose her balance. She reached back sharply grabbing a fist full of his hair and using him to brace herself. She pulled him closer, close enough that only her scent could be smelled. She gritted her teeth and looked back, forcing a smile. 'That's it boy, taste me... drink your fill.' she swooned as he continued to lick pleasure her. Adolyn replied in kind, taking in her nectar and drinking his fill. He was like a hungry man at his last meal, slurping and licking her sweet womanhood. His tongue pressed deep inside and danced along the walls of her sex. He followed this by biting his teeth gently around her thick clit. Sucking and licking it with an attention to detail that surprised her. She could barely hold back her cries as her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she began to pant heavily. He was good, he was very good. Perhaps the best she'd ever had, and she had had many. She’d experienced creatures of elderian blood and eternians alike. She’d had thousands of lovers. But Adolyn Valenrow seemed to be together a maestro at his craft. It wasn't just his physical skill, though they were considerable. It was the way his energy was flowing into her, filling her, overpowering her. It fed her, but also came with a purpose. It seemed to reach down into her and feel her with happiness and light, it intended to please her. His life force seemed focused on giving her everything she need, everything she wanted. It was infused with a desire that was unusual for her to experience. She wanted this man, she wanted him more than anything else. Something about him was more than she could bare. But she couldn’t turn him away. So she would say nothing, she could say nothing. She just panted and enjoyed his attentions.

For his part, Adolyn said nothing at all. He just quietly focused on his task. He aimed of course to please her as he had with every woman he'd ever laid with. He was certain of only two things; one of course being that he was taking a huge risk. The succubus was certainly doing all she could to enthrall him. Of that he was most certain and had he lost focus even for a moment he'd surely have fallen to one or two of her latent abilities. The kiss was what helped. Instead of resisting her as she'd thought he would, he opened himself up to her, not just her, but to everything around him. He felt everything, his mind and his spirit feeling all their was to feel. The sensation was almost overwhelming. With the jealousy of the thralls, his own need to see this creature safely removed from her seat of power and the succubus growing lust for him all impacting him at once. It was a bit much for sure, but he could take it. He had to. The flow of mana around him carried the energies and emotions of all of the people in the area. He could feel the uncertainty of those outside. The Duke had sent men to see if he'd be successful. He felt their confusion. He felt their unease. All of these conflicting emotions were infusing the mana latent in the air and causing a terrible tribulation for any who could sense and feel such things. He, trained in the ways of the Druids, could. So focused was he on everything, that not one thing could steal his focus and thus, despite feeling the effects of the beasts charms, he could not consciously pay them more than a token amount of attention. Instead, he focused on the physical, while letting his mind's eye keep watch on everything else.

The second thing he had been sure of, was that he had to enjoy himself. He had to save a little piece of himself for the physical task in front of him. He needed to push her as she pushed others. He had an idea of how her body worked, he'd studied the elderian's in the druid archives and was aware of the many gifts of her breed. He knew that everything about her was designed to enthrall him, to make him her play thing. He knew that she would feed on his energies. He knew as well that she would find his energies more delectable than others. That was fine though, he freely fed her of himself, pouring his considerable reserves into her. She would have her fill. But Adolyn knew the secret of this affair. Knew the secret that many succubi and incubi did not know of themselves. He knew that they, like every other creature, could be victim to their own sexual desires. He knew that they were overly sensitive to the touch of others during intercourse. A natural reaction to make them want to feed more and more. He'd use that against her. He'd simply just have to be a better lover than she had ever had.