The Hero Became a Succubus, and the Only Way to Level is to… What?!

The tower landed on the western most hills of Varu. Beyond them was the wetlands, Windy Bog. Its rivers and streams stretched without pattern across the landscape like paint dabbed onto a wet surface. Animals dipped their heads into the water to sate their thirsts. Flocks of birds soared over the horizon.

A sound like crumbling stone rolled down the walls. When they glanced up, a hole in the wall had grown bigger.

"I believe that is all she wrote of this tower." Eliza sighed with a hand against the wall. "Once more and this entire place might come crashing down. Shall we be off?"

"Actually, can you give me and Arenade a bit? Maybe an hour!" Kanae exclaimed hastily.

"Huh? What for? We're on a timer here!" Arenade perched both hands on her hips.

The others descended the tower to secure the perimeter in case any Ortesians saw them. Meanwhile, Kanae led Arenade up to Eliza's bedchamber. It was mostly intact up here. A few books and bottles had fallen from their shelves. The tower was leaning a bit, so many of them had ended up on one side of the room.

"This better be good, buster." Arenade sat down at the edge of the bed.

"Let me have sex with you," Kanae said.

Arenade stared blankly for a few seconds, then bolted to the door. Kanae flung Lust, snatching her by the arm. The whip pulled taut. The fallen demigoddess' fingers were barely within reach of the door.

"I knew it! You just wanted to have sex, you horny demon! Wendy? My loyal vassal, get in here and help me!" Arenade shouted.

"Yes, I want to have sex with you, but it's for a good reason! I have a new ability called Skill Drain, and it lets me gain a power from you if we do it!" Kanae explained.

"What kind of stupid… You're lying, aren't you?" She eyed her suspiciously.

Kanae brushed a hand over the sigil, bringing up a menu to show Arenade her new skill.

Skill Drain: In addition to functioning like Drain, performing penetrative sex with a crowned individual will temporarily grant you a skill or spell they used on you. Lasts 24 hours or until a new skill or spell is taken.

"Guh… So, it is real." Arenade grimaced at the sight of the skill's description. "I still feel like this is just an excuse to get me into bed with you."

"Do you… not want to be with me that way anymore?" Kanae frowned.

"Don't say it like that! We already professed our love for each other. You went through all that just to bring me back to life, too. It's just… there's a more pressing matter to resolve… b-besides, what skill or spell would you even need from me?"

They sat together as Arenade brought up her character sheet to check the list of abilities. Crowned a Priest, she possessed a lot of offensive holy spells and healing magic. As a high elf, the combination earned her a few incredibly powerful spells unique to high elven priests. Healing Aurora being one of them, which no priest from other races have.

"I remember you using that to help the goblins. Remember when the goblin village was kidnapped?" Kanae asked.

"Heh. Of course, it was my healing magic that saved the day. Ah, great. Now I just remembered Grint, that dirty old goblin. Oh, hey! What about Plant Growth? My amazing spell annihilated scores of demons. You're welcome to praise me again!" Arenade puffed out her chest.

"All I remember of Plant Growth is you using it against puffersheeps and them eating it. You got so peeved that you decided to hit one and got knocked down a hill!" she added in a fit laughter.

Arenade's chest deflated. She pouted so much, those cheeks could pop from a touch. But even she couldn't stifle her own laughter. The two of them doubled over. Their gut ached. Tears welled at the corners of their eyes. Out of breath, they caught each other's gazes while gasping for air. Hot, moist breathing caressed their necks.

Unable to contain herself any longer, Kanae leaned in to kiss Arenade deeply. She shoved her tongue into the high elf's mouth. They sucked on one another's tongues and lips. Their arms wrapped tightly around the other, and their breasts squished together like two pillows.

"I thought I'd lost you forever," Kanae said between gasps.

"Mm… chuu… I'm here now, and I'm not going any— mmph!" Arenade couldn't utter another word from how intense it became.

Kanae slipped a hand underneath Arenade's robe, savoring the soft and supple skin again. She responded to her touch with a deep, gratifying moan. The elf's pointed ears were red all the way up to the tips.

"Wait… ahhh… it has to be a spell used on you, right?" Arenade pressed a hand to Kanae's cheek.

It was warm and comforting. The healing spell spread across Kanae like water cradling her body. She wanted more. She wanted Arenade now.

"Healing Aurora it is then. For my skill to work, penetration has to happen. You okay with that?" Kanae asked.

"We've already done it plenty of times, haven't we? Don't make me say it…" Arenade pouted again.

Kanae switched on Futanari, and a giant slab of cock meat dropped onto Arenade's belly with a thud.

"Alright, hold your horses!" Arenade cried in terror. "You're not shoving that damn thing in me."

"Oops. I forgot I still had the Cock Ring of Hardening on! Why not though? You go crazy on my dick." Kanae slumped in disappointment.

"Any other time might be fine, but I need to be able to move and feel my legs when we're fighting later!" she protested.

Since Arenade was hesitant, Kanae switched off Futanari. The 'penetrative sex' part of the description never specified it had to be a penis. In that case…

Kanae brushed a tail against Arenade's slit. She arched her back and moaned loudly. Catching herself, she slapped two hands over her mouth. Kanae pulled them away and pressed their lips together again.

Arenade turned into mush. Slowly, Kanae pressed her tail in. The elf drew a sharp breath. Fingers clenched the bedsheets.

"Nngh… Deeper…" Arenade whispered.

"Don't leave me ever again," Kanae said, laying kisses on her neck and gradually sliding in and out of her soaked pussy.

"Ahh… I won't! Mmmh! Never again!"

As Arenade writhed in bed, Kanae continued tail-fucking her resurrected lover until she orgasmed. Pushing deep made Arenade gasp. After so long, they were connected again.

Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick!

"Gods… Kanae… you're making me feel so good… I'm going to… I'm…" Arenade squeezed her eyes shut. The intense shaking and twitching clued Kanae in that she was getting close.

"I'll make you feel even better! Turn Horny!" Kanae cast the spell repeatedly.

Arenade's eyes rolled back. Her tongue lolled out. Kanae pumped even faster, enjoying how much the busty elf's breasts heaved from every thrust. Arenade tensed up all over. They embraced each other and held tight.

"I'm cumming! Your tail is making me cum!" Arenade howled until Kanae sealed her lips with a tongue-lashing kiss.

[Skill Drain has temporarily acquired the skill Healing Aurora.

Healing Aurora: A channeled spell that casts a blanket of healing magic at allies, foes, or both. Only those within reach of the aurora benefit from its effect. Lasts until cancelled or interrupted.]

"Channeled spell?" Kanae tilted her head.

"It means… nnh… you have to… continue casting…" Arenade explained breathlessly.

"What? That sucks! When am I ever going to channel uninterrupted while fighting? Give me a different spell and let's go for round two—"

Arenade sat upright She pinched and pulled Kanae's cheeks to their limits.

"There will not be a round two!" Arenade huffed.

While the high elf was getting dressed, Kanae laid naked in bed and watched. It was a sight that she wished to see every day if possible. Never had she felt this way with anyone. Kanae was wedded to Noah. She was also Mitty's mate, Thume's cock sleeve, and Titan's mare. The list just went on, and her body count was even larger. With Arenade, there was something more underneath. Happiness. A desire to spend eternity with.

"Marry me," Kanae blurted out.

"What was that?" Arenade turned around, her eyes wide open.

"When we kick Ortesia out of the Commonwealth, let's finally do it. Have a wedding. Make it official. I want you to be mine for real," she said.

The corners of Arenade's lips creased into a soft smile. Then she folded her arms and stared hard.

"Mighty romantic of you for someone with 'free use' and 'cock slut' tatted on their body," Arenade said.

Kanae glanced down and the ink's texts were just as she described.

"Wait, it's not what you think! This stupid enchanted ink has a mind of its own!" Kanae groaned.

"My answer is yes. We already made that promise after receiving the rings of Destined Matrimony from Glentir's Rift. BUT, if we don't get our kids back, I'm kicking you to the curb!" Arenade scolded.

"Yes, honey…"

Maybe a married life with Arenade was going to be that great.

After combing her hair to satisfaction, they joined the others outside the tower. Only Esta, Feraline, Wendy, and Lapis were around, gazing into the horizon.

"Where's Edina and Eliza?" Kanae asked.

Before anyone could answer, the two in question came flying back. Edina was on her undead dragon, and Eliza her flying broom. The dragon's massive claws carved trenches into the hill upon landing.

"We found a high elven outpost. It looked like it had been attacked," Eliza relayed.

"I still can't believe the empire my ancestors once served is now my enemy. Fate has a funny way of spinning its threads." Wendy sighed.

Arenade gave her a slap on the back. "No vassal of mine is going to waver. Chin up!"

"My apologies!" She straightened her back and saluted.

"I don't want to keep the Ortesians waiting." Kanae spread her wings and flew up to address everyone. "Time to pay those bastards back and get my kids back!"

Meanwhile, at the main Ortesian encampment, Gretchen waited impatiently in the bedroom while Errenard DeSalle and Petyr Stormcloud engaged in a shouting match. The floor rocked as the latter stomped around like she was throwing a tantrum. Gretchen scoffed in amusement. Petyr always had a short fuse. She was young, too. Raising her for war was about a big mistake as invading the Commonwealth.

They underestimated Kanae Toyomi, just as Gretchen herself once did. Their greatest blunder was in thinking victory was assured. Now, they were paying the price for overconfidence.

"We were so close, but you had to ruin it all!" Errenard yelled.

"Don't you lay the blame on me. Kanae's children are still in our possession. We also have Ruedegard now. Let's just bring him back and have the Lord Council figure out how to resurrect him," Petyr fired back.

"What you brought back was a cold corpse! You were supposed to resurrect him. Damn it all! Something's happened with the Viviren portals back to the ships, so we can't even leave… This invasion has all been for naught due to your incomp—"

A loud blast rocked the carriage mansion.

"Fuck Ruedegard, fuck this war, and more importantly… FUCK YOU!" Petyr boomed before things went quiet.

Gretchen laughed quietly again. That's right. Continue to lose your composure. Once the Commonwealth's forces arrive, the empire's will crumble under the weight of their own losses. If only she could help…

When she pressed a hand to the metal-link collar, it was warm to the touch. Anti-magic. Her skills and spells were meaningless with this thing on.

"My dear Gretchen!" Errenard opened the door and cruised in like a dried leaf blown by the wind. "I sincerely apologize for all the noise. I'm surrounded by imbeciles. You must be exhausted, yes? Shall I fetch you some wine? A massage, perhaps!"

The eldest DeSalle son made himself comfortable behind Gretchen. His hands fell upon her shoulders and kneaded her tense muscles.

"I've no need for your hospitalities, not until you release the children." Gretchen shrugged him off.

Disappointed, Errenard caressed her cheek with the back of his hand and went to grab a bottle from the cabinet. 

"I'm afraid I can't do that. The Lord-Major has failed spectacularly. Guillaume expected us to return successful in resurrecting Ruedegard Ducante. The least we can do is offer two succubi of our sworn enemies," Errenard explained.

"Guillaume Pyrelle?" Gretchen gasped. "He should be more concerned about the next coronation than a war. What does want with succubi children?"

"That is not for me to say. Not yet anyway. I'll tell you once you are freed from that succubus' terrible curse," the eldest DeSalle said and drank deeply of the wine.

Something that couldn't be said now? Why?

"Give up. Enthrall is much too powerful spell. You waste your time and manpower when they could be focusing on escaping," Gretchen sneered.

"Tell me, my beloved. Do you truly wish to stay a succubus' slave? Deep down, don't you wish to be free?" Errenard lifted her chin with his other hand and drew in close for a kiss, but she snapped away.

"Of course, I wish to be free. However, I've done wrong. I must serve out my punishment…"

"There was a time when you would have been repulsed by succubi. Yet Petyr told me you laid your life down to protect those… vermin children. Would you still without that curse on you?" He frowned.

Gretchen opened her mouth to answer, but she hesitated. She wasn't sure. A part of her was afraid. But was it the Enthrall spell that made her feel this way?

"You need not answer, my dear. My priests are conducting a ritual spell to free you soon. When it is done, your mind will find clarity again. Together, we shall defeat that despicable succubus who humiliated you at Aidenhall. Come. Let us take a walk together. For old time's sake," Errenard said, offering her an arm.

Left with little the choice to stay cooped up or follow, Gretchen hooked their arms together. They emerged into the enormous encampment. Blacksmiths hammered steel to straighten out dented weapons. Few infantry polished their armor. The ever-warmongering dragoons continued to train.

"Grand Admiral DeSalle!" A familiar high elf whom Gretchen recognized as Lynn Alton presented herself and bowed.

Kanae had recently transformed this woman. A succubus infiltrator.

"Ah! Er… And you are?" Errenard asked.

"Lynn Alton of House Alton. My brother Patrick Alton succumbed in battle against the Commonwealth. I've since returned to assume command of my family's forces in his place," Lynn said.

"That Patrick, hm. I suppose he did have a knack for failure." He smirked, intending for it to be a slight.

"I won't make that mistake, my lord. If it will please you, I understand the Viviren are having troubles with their portals. I've been lending them my talents as a witch. We will raise the portals back up soon," she vowed.

Gretchen swallowed the urge to grin. So, Lynn was the one sabotaging the portals. Kanae must have commanded her to. Errenard ordered her to carry on, and they continued on their walk.

As they passed by the stables, Gretchen's nose tickled a little. Laying eyes on the stallions made her groin wet.

"If I remember correctly, the Demon Queen mentioned something about you and stallions. I passed it off as some joke, but maybe you can shed some light on what she meant?" Errenard asked.

"I…" Gretchen cleared her throat. "I was made to tend to the stables. A demeaning work for someone of my station…"

"Truly!" He gasped, seemingly none the wiser.

She gulped hard. "However, in my service, I have… developed a rapport with beasts of burden. Allow me to train one, and I will show you how much stronger it becomes."

Errenard was hesitant, but not because of her predilections.

"You're trying to escape, aren't you?" he asked.

"A kilometer-wide camp with knights and dragoons crawling over the place? Please. By all means, keep watch." Gretchen was practically daring him.

Her fiance whispered sharply and beckoned over several Ortesian knights. He whispered something to them, and they saluted in return.

"I must say, I am curious. The Commonwealth's languisteeds are surprisingly sturdy compared to ours. Their cavalry, almost unmatched. Perhaps they require discipline from someone with your keen guidance. These four will stand guard. I would accompany you, but alas, I am the Grand Admiral of the Empire and my duties are many. I shall return very soon. Fortunately, I only need to reiterate orders to a few lowly officers! Let us go for a ride when I come back, my love!" Errenard lifted her hand and kissed the back of it.

As he departed, the knights led Gretchen over to the stables. They stood guard outside at the entrance and spread out. She entered to find a single languisteed stallion behind the stall. Its pristine black coat glistened from the sunlight.

"How beautiful." Gretchen stroked the snout. Her nipples were getting hard. Her pussy was leaking.

If the enthrallment spell was gone, would she still enjoy this? The scent of beasts that made her dizzy with lust. 

Gretchen kneeled down next to the languisteed's hind legs and massaged his thighs. A large penis steadily emerged from the sheath. The large piece of meat had a gamey odor. She licked the tip. The taste made her body hot.

"Behold." Gretchen stood in front of the stallion and disrobed, letting it drop down to her ankles. "My resplendent high elven body. In Ortesia, they regarded me as unclean. I have dark elven blood in me, you see, as evidence by the color of my hair. But you care not one bit. Allow this impure high elf serve you."

The languisteed whinnied as Gretchen kneeled down again, but this time to stroke the length of his cock. Her hands glided across the length of the hot, stiff shaft. It twitched to her touch. She began to lick the tip, causing it to shudder even more.

"You're enjoying this. I can tell. I've learned to pleasure your kind properly. Go ahead and cum whenever you want. Drench my body! Give it to me and replace Errenard's stench!" Gretchen urged, and shower her the languisteed did.

Hot cum poured out like a spilling a bucket of water. Gretchen angled the cock all over her body, painted her porcelain skin white in languisteed seed. She cupped her hands beneath the tip to catch as much as possible, then welcomed it down her parched throat. The taste was simply exquisite. Two forelegs scraped the ground.

The languisteed grunted and neighed in approval. He clearly liked that. He was going to like what came next. His cock was still long and hard. If he was done, it would have retreated back into the sheath.

"You must be pent up. Don't worry. I'll be your mare until you're satisfied. See this?" Gretchen showed off the horseshoe brand on her ass. "This means I belong to you, not that arrogant Errenard DeSalle."

Not done yet, Gretchen braced herself on the hay-strewn ground. She guided the languisteed's dick to her soaking pussy. The flared tip found resistance at first, but she was determined. He was, too. In a single thrust, the languisteed plunged the length of his cock deep into her.

"Oh, gods… Yes, yes, yes! Finally!" Gretchen cried in ecstasy.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

The languisteed pummeled Gretchen's pussy. They were both in heat. Her insides clung tight to his dick as it pushed in and pulled out. She grabbed the wooden slats of the stall door and buried her nails into the board.

"So intense… so manly… No man can satisfy me anymore! I only want this! More! Can you tell? My high elven pussy is begging more from your languisteed cock! We fit each other perfectly— aaaahhhhhhh!" Gretchen moaned so loud that the knights burst through the door.

However, their shock was readily apparent. Their jaws dropped. The hands on the hilt of their weapons went limp to the sides as they gaped in disbelief.

"Oh, Gretchen! I've returned. Would you like to go for a ride with me on the languisteed you're training?" Errenard bellowed from outside.

"My lord, wait!" One of the knights was too slow to stop him.

When Errenard entered the stables, his whole demeanor dropped. His face turned white, but not as white as the Gretchen stained in languisteed cum.

"Gretchen… my love… what is… this?" Errenard asked.

"Mmmh… What does it look like, my dear fiance?" Gretchen grinned and experienced an ecstasy like no other while locking eyes with him. "I'm going for a ride without you. This is me. This is what Kanae Toyomi meant! I don't belong to you any longer, but to anything with four legs and horseshoes on their hooves. You can never satisfy me like this stallion can, and… nngh… I'm going to climax again… I… I— aaaaahhhhhhh!"

For the second time, hot cum poured into Gretchen. It filled her womb and pussy to their limits in an instant. The languisteed's cock popped out, and she collapsed flat on the floor in a puddle of steaming spunk.

As for Errenard, he crumpled to the ground. His eyes were still open. His mouth mumbled gibberish. The knights tried to help him up, but Gretchen stumbled out of the languisteed's stall. She shoved them out of the way and positioned her pussy dripping with cum on top of his head.

"What's the matter? Don't you still want me?" Gretchen cackled, feeling no remorse for the man who had purchased her as a child bride like merchandise.