NTR Quest 33 - Demonkine - Deny (Patreon)

Kara was dumbfounded. “What?”

“I said no.” You repeated simply.

Her crimson brow furrowed deeply. Golden eyes bore into you. “The hell? I know you like me so lets do it.” She was obviously becoming annoyed but you were having none of it. You simply stared at her and allowed her to stew in the rejection. She threw her hands out and exclaimed.
“You know, Hero, sometimes it's FINE just to just have SEX! Not everything has to be emotional or meaningful!”

You considered that answer carefully and responded genuinely. “If you really think sex with you doesn't mean anything then I don't think I want it anymore.” Her jaw dropped.

“You're fucked! This is fucked!” You stepped back as her face reddened. She was about to have an outburst, then stopped herself. She slowly breathed and calmed down, then said in an even tone.
“It's okay. This is what you do.” Kara smiled sweetly.
“You get attached to something you want and ruin yourself over it. You're so obsessed over something you can't have that you'll leave something good out of spite. It happened back in your home town and it's happening now.” She sighed.
“Eventually you'll learn to just let go of pointless stuff.”

You gritted your teeth. “I let go when I left. I got over my addiction and my issues with joining other bodies.” You pointed at her accusingly.
“But you can't leave sex and you can't attach yourself to anything. Not even your own family.” You suddenly felt the weight of a heavy glare.

“Don't go there.” She warned.

“You've avoided responsibility all your life. People that cared about you destroyed themselves over the choices you've made. Your sister-”

“Don't.” She grew unnervingly calm.

You gulped, but powered through. “Your sister is gone and I wonder if you cared enough to mourn her for even a second?”

“Looks like you got it all figured out.” She tilted her head to one side.
“My sister, who wanted to burn all the human Kingdoms with Djir after killing me and stealing my body was right all along.”

“That's not what I meant.” You argued, feeling your convictions grow a little weaker.

Kara leaned forward. “You and her are actually pretty close. Always thought it was weird how someone that could pick from the same pool of potential futures as me could come to such basic conclusions. Then it hit me: She only ever saw what she wanted and so do you. Nothing anyone could do would make that girl's wishes a reality. There was no future where I sat next to that throne. There's no future where we live a happy, stable life as lovers.”

You shake your head. “Coda told me that I can make my own future. I'm not bound by things that are 'meant to be.'”

Kara rolled her eyes. “Ugh... I can't believe mother told you that. That's just like her.” When her eyes ceased their rolling they centered on yours.
“It's true.” She smirked.
“There's a future where it might happen. But you gotta get there.” She stepped closer. So close that you could feel her breath on your face. Her hands reached out and gripped your tunic.
“How... Can we get there if we don't fuck like rabbits on the way?”

You push her away and spit back harshly. “You're awful... I can live without sex. You can't. Figure it out.”

“Fine!” She threw up her hands and walked away.

“That is very assertive.” Came a male voice from behind you. You turned quickly to see the fat Prince. He was staring at you without malice for the first time since your initial encounter.

“Thanks.” You wave your hand as if brushing at some invisible fly.

“She is quite the handful, no?” He commented.

You were not sure what to say about that. You simply nodded. “Yes.”

“We do not have to be enemies, you know? I know we got off on the wrong foot. I just wanted to say that I was sorry for the way I acted. I want you to know that the Kingdom will always support it's Hero.” The Prince spoke softly and offered his hand.

You considered taking it, then remembered the state Teuta was in. What it had done to her in the end and the way the Prince behaved. It made your blood boil.

“It's nice that you're willing to make amends, but the things that happened to Teuta because of you need more than just words to make up for.”

The princes face twisted for a brief moment before he continued to adopt a calm, diplomatic expression.
“What do you suggest?”

It was an odd question because at that moment you were all outrage and had not considered what it would actually take. You did think that there should be something, but you were so taken off guard by the question that you drew a blank and had to stop to think.
“Using your authority to take advantage of women is wrong. I think that until you understand that there can't be forgiveness.”

The Prince cocked his head to one side. “Can you advise me on how to become a better person, then? I never considered forgoing my authority as a Royal. It is second nature, you see. I think that... If I were to just steal a bit of your time you might be able to advise me on ethics.” He smiled earnestly.

You were caught in a tough position. It was not a matter of yes or no. It was a matter of 'yes and.' You were not in a position to refuse such a gracious and meaningful request.

“Y-yeah. I guess?”

The prince nodded slowly and stared into your eyes. All Royals had a strange green tint to their iris's dating back to Vagar. The stories of their strong, piercing green eyes were told mostly through stories. They had made their way to you at some point, but it was still striking to see them in person.

“That is so good to hear... But could you say it a bit more formally? I am your Prince, after all.” He was. That much was inarguable. You nodded faintly and chose to offer a bit more formality.

“I will devote some of my time to advising you on ethics, my Prince.” it felt strange, but none of the things being asked were unreasonable. In fact, they were favorable to you in many ways. If the prince could straighten out his act then you would have a far better person to take back to the throne. That was the thought process, at least.

The Prince smiled. “It's terrifying out here. You are going to protect me, are you not?”

The question was deceptively easy. Of course you were going to protect him. He was, for better or for worse, in your charge. It almost did not even need to be said, but he was saying it. You kind of understood the motivation. Your relationship was up in the air ever since your punch.
“I am going to do my best to protect you, my Prince.” The words flowed from your lips so naturally that they felt wrong. Not in their truthfulness, because you of course would, but in the ease with which you said them.

“Such a good... Loyal subject. You are my good, loyal subject aren't you, Hero?”

You opened your mouth to speak again, but you bit your lip instead. That was a stretch for you and to say it in such a way would be a bit much. As you resisted the words you began to sweat. The figure of the deceptively short and fat prince felt far larger in front of you than it should. Just then you felt a hand tugging at yours. It was Raithe with Jeane.

“She got impatient and wanted to find you. I do not think she wants anything except to be near you.” Jeane commented.

You snap out of it while being completely unsure of what 'it' was. Even considering what was happening made your head hurt a bit. You give the prince a glance and a nod.
“I have to go. I'll be sure to advise you on ethics whenever I can.” You offered flippantly.

The Prince sighed. “Mhmm.”

You walked with Raithe in hand and started moving back to the camp. “What was that concerning?” Jeane questioned.

“He wants to learn more about ethics so he can seek forgiveness.”

“Doubtful.” Jeane stared at you.

“You looked like you were in a trance.”

“I did?” You did not remember how you looked or what you felt. What was more odd, you did not remember trying to read the prince at all.
“Huh...” You turn to Jeane with a bit of effort, since Raithe moved to hanging on your arm.
“Did you sense any magic around him?”

“No. But it would not be Magic.”

“What do you mean?”

“The Hoschenbaurn's are a bit... Strange. Dating all the way back to Vagar's second, third and fourth children. Even when it comes to the highest Mages in the Kingdom they always get what they want.” She shrugged evenly.
“But it is not as though we are ever left out to dry by requests from the Royal Family. It is always a favorable deal for both parties, so it could just be strong diplomatic skill and tact. Still, you should be careful. That little Royal is the CROWN prince. Next in line for the throne. At the very least you should try not to make him hate you.”

“Noted.” You stared at Raithe. She did not notice your staring and just looked straight ahead at nothing.
“Jeane?”

“Yes?”

“Can you do me a favor?”

“Yes. What is-” She looked down to see you have pitched a significant tent in your pants.





You watched as Jeane bathed herself in a nearby clear pond. “It is cold!” She shuddered and complained.

“Why do you need to take a bath, anyway?” You questioned.

“Do you really need to ask, you foolish child!?” She responded indignantly while scrubbing her skin. Her back was turned but you could see what looked like paint rolling off of her body.

“Yes?”

She sighed loudly, obviously making sure it was loud enough that you could hear her displeasure. “I can not fulfill your request while I smell like a stable.” She offered as one reason. Jeane added.
“Also... I do not have my makeup. My paint. I have not changed it in a while so if I do not deal with it you are going to think that I am melting once I start to sweat.”

You smirked. “You think I'm going to make you sweat, Jeane?” As you asked that she turned abruptly and dragged her palm through the water to splash you.

“Shut. Up.” With that she dunked fully under the water, then came up and began leaving the pool. She lifted her hands and let wind circle her and dry her quickly. You could not help but admire her dainty, true form. The elf known as Jeane had adopted a ghostly gray skin tone. Adding to the strange appearance, her eyes were pitch black. She was definitely not normal. She was a dark elf. You knew because it was the exact same tone you saw on the mage advisor in the throne room of the first vision.

“Sure you aren't a selkie?” You asked playfully, stroking yourself as she approached you without any clothing on whatsoever. She did not say anything and instead just continued stepping forward until she was standing over you. The powerful mage lowered herself onto your lap and guided your cock inside so she could just fall on it.

“I can't be your master anymore...” She gasped.
“For sure.”

You rested your hands on her hips and just allowed her to bounce up and down over your cock at her own pace.
“Why's that?”

“Because... I feel as though it would be impossible to have that kind of dynamic while we are doing things like this.” She remarked quickly.
“That type of relationship would not work. It could not.” You felt a faint tinge of guilt after she said that. It was in essence the relationship you had tried to push on Kara. It was what you wanted out of her, anyway. Even Jeane seemed to think it would be unreasonable. The only difference between Jeane and Kara in this regard seemed to be that Kara was not willing to sacrifice her tutelage of you, while Jeane already had.

“Do you think it's wrong to try and pursue Kara?” You asked a question that may have been a little too deep, since you were asking someone who was taking the entirety of your cock inside of her each second with each consecutive bounce she made on your lap. Even with all of that, Jeane still seemed to be paying attention. She responded between pants and moans.

“I...”
“Think that...”
“You should...”
“Decide what you still...”
“Do and do not want!” As she finished that sentence she came. Her small pussy tightened around your dick. As she sat with a contented expression on your lap, slowly milking your member, she added.
“As much as I hate to admit it, she is probably a-” Jeane cringed.
“A fine teacher... I think you placed her in an awkward position, based on what you have told me.” As you open your mouth to protest she added again.
“But! She also brought it upon herself. She is childish and believes that anyone can regard sex the same way she can. The way she treated you lead you on. Perhaps at one point she thought she could control you with sex.” The last one seemed likely.

You nod slowly. It was an accurate assessment. You had seen over and over again how Kara could fuck a man and leave him so easily. Even the men that seemed so dominating and confident did not stand a chance. She simply left them drained and empty, passed out on the bed. In that sense she was more of a terror. Sure, the sex was fun but what was there after that?

“I will say this, Hero. You could try to adapt to her way of doing things. Attempt to regard sex the way that she does. For all of her faults, she is unnaturally efficient at discouraging distractions for herself. I think even I would have to admire it. My own behavior towards you ruined my ability to teach you properly. If I were more like her it would not have been an issue.” Jeane mused. It was a lot to consider.
“Alternately...” She added, staring up in thought as she lifted herself up off of your softening member. She began walking towards the pool again to clean herself out. She spoke back over her shoulder at you.
“Alternately you may just need to keep things professional at this point.”

Both options had their pitfalls, oddly enough. For all of Kara's faults Jeane was correct about one thing. Kara was not held back by anything. At least, not on the surface. If you could become more like that then you are not sure what would be able to stop you. Drifting in and out of sexual encounters, man or woman, dominant or submissive; all while not letting them affect you. It sounded interesting and powerful. You were just not certain you could pull it off. On the other hand, it was a bit more simple to keep things professional.

“Do you still love her?” Jeane asked pointedly.

“I... Don't know how I love her. But I still feel like I do. I can think more clearly about it now. If there is nothing I can do to make my desires a reality then I might be ready to just leave them behind if things do not work out. I don't want to give up on her but... I don't want to keep being obsessed with her.”

“That is quite mature.”