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", "writing": "[b][u][center]Minerva’s Lessons\nChapter 4: The Lesson of Trade\nFor BigChris369\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n“We were busy for a long time,” Jak said. “I’m pretty sure that that woman exhausted every single position that two people can have sex in that night, though I couldn’t swear to it. She is [i]incredibly[/i] inventive.”\nMinerva resisted the urge to shift her robe about as they walked down the road. Much as the little gryphon hated to admit it, the story had given her…needs…beyond what she had expected. It was almost as if the succubus had reached out through the story to try and taint her. Not something that she would have completely ruled out, but she hadn’t felt the power of someone’s magic in the telling of it. \nNevertheless, she couldn’t deny the wetness between her legs. The twelve-year-old did her best to ignore it, but it was grinding between her thighs almost constantly as she followed the blue-scaled man. \n“And…she can do something to help me?” she asked. \n“If we bring her the right goods to trade,” Jak said.\nThat was enough for her. There were deals to be made here, and at least when you dealt with the devil, you got your side up-front. \n[i]But can you really…[/i]\nFor a moment, she doubted that a succubus would be interested in her, but that thought faded quickly. The woman had been interested in Jak, and while that had been partly about his power, his bloodline, she was sure that the demon was as interested in children as it was in anything else. \nAnd if it wasn’t, the evidence of pedophiles in the world was something that she was well acquainted with. She didn’t have to worry about being unattractive to a demon of lust, of all things. All she had to do was be willing, and she was half-convinced that she didn’t even need to be that. \nIn any case, it would give her power. And that power…that power would be used to bring pain to everyone that had hurt her. \nThe village loomed ahead of them, the sheer size of it something that she hadn’t expected. There were wooden stakes all about the village, a defensive barrier that would do nothing against any large bandit clans, but would keep out the smaller groups. A few small towers stood over the gates, watchtowers armed with bowmen. A better step, but still not enough. \nShe wouldn’t have felt even slightly safe as she walked through the gates if she didn’t have Jak by her side. \nEven her staff was barely a comfort around so many people. She clung to it, pulling the iron-bound wooden shaft against her chest as they walked along, leaning on it like an old crone might have done. Her eyes darted this way and that, measuring everyone that they passed as a potential threat, thinking that they could be out to get her, hurt her, use her. \nEven with Jak beside her, there was only so much that she could handle. She needed to be ready in case someone proved to be dangerous. \nShe followed the blue-scaled man through the town, taking in the details. The outer wall faded into a series of ringed streets that took them deeper and deeper into the village, ending in a cluster of buildings that looked more like a rat warren than anything else. She glanced up at him. \n“I thought the middle of the town was supposed to be the wealthiest…”\n“In most places, yeah. Not here. Right on top of an old mine, and there’s some monsters that live down there,” he explained. “People that can’t afford the mid-town or the outer ring live in here.”\nThat explained the other towers that she’d seen scattered about the village. People keeping a watch on the outside, and the inside. No wonder it was so…different. \n“Is she…”\n“Down there? Nah. Florence lives topside.”\n“Florence?”\n“Didn’t I say her name?”\n“Not really.”\n“Well, her name’s Florence, and she lives topside. Got a good enough disguise to get away with it. Or at least, she did the last time I visited.”\n“…And when was that?”\n“Eh, about six years ago.”\n“…”\nThey could very easily be on a wild good chase, then. The succubus could have been found out. Could have been more of a monster than Jak portrayed her as being. Could have been more evil and then gotten exposed by the town watch. \nThey could be here for nothing, and she didn’t like wasting time. \nYet, what choice did she have but to follow along and hope for the best? She proceeded in Jak’s footsteps, hoping that he knew what he was doing, keeping a tight grip on her staff and continuing to glare at all the townsfolk that gave her so much as a second’s glance. \nShe expected him to have some sort of hidden contact in the village, someone that had all the connections to the underground that anyone could want. Instead, Jak walked up to one of the fruit sellers in the inner market. The stalls were set up in a ring around the big cluster of houses over the old mine, and each of the sellers looked like they hadn’t had a chance to bathe except in mud for years. \n“Saul.”\n“Jak,” the mole said. “Business?”\n“Personal. Florence still around?”\n“Yep. Moved up in the world.”\n“Mid-town?”\n“Outer band. You buying anything?”\n“Three apples.”\n“Two silvers.”\nThe blue-scaled man flicked the two coins over and took the fruit that he’d selected. Minerva followed him, mouth agape. She couldn’t find her voice until they were more than a dozen feet away from the mole, and even then, she was sputtering. \n“What? That…that’s it?”\n“What’s it?”\n“I thought…you said she was…but everyone knows…”\n“Well, not everyone, but the merchants know all their buyers,” he said, shrugging. He passed her an apple. “And she buys the freshest things at the best prices, so that means buying from the guys in the inner ring.”\n“But…they just…”\n“What’s the matter? Expected it to be all cloak and dagger?”\n“…Maybe.”\n“Sometimes, best way to keep a secret is to put it in the open.”\nThat didn’t make any sense, but who was she to be able to complain? Certainly, she wasn’t in a good position to make any sort of demands for life to make sense. She couldn’t even make life play fair, half the time. \nThey walked through the streets again, going back to the outer band. The houses there were a bit taller than the ones further in, not quite two stories, more like one and a half. But the extra size made them seem more opulent, and most of them had some grounds to the properties. Facing away from the wall, of course. Nobody wanted to put their property at risk by putting it right up against the city’s defensive barrier. \nJak kept walking at a brisk pace, forcing the smaller gryphon to jog to catch up. She struggled, as usual, and when he suddenly stopped, she almost ran right past him because of her own faster pace. \n“We’re here.”\nShe looked at the house, and for the life of her, she couldn’t imagine it belonging to a succubus. It had roses in the front yard, and white roses, at that. They looked like they were soft and innocent, like a little old lady might tend to. The bushes that ran along the grounds rose nearly to the height of a man, hiding most of the rest of the property, and the house itself was barely anything different from the rest of the street. \n“How can you tell?”\n“The roses. They’re always her calling card.”\n“What if someone else planted them? What if she gave it away?”\n“Then I ask them where Florence went.”\n“You’d ask them about that?”\nThe blue-scaled man gripped one of the swords at his waist, pulling it out of its sheath by a few inches. \n“I’d ask…politely.”\n“…”\nMore and more, she was grateful that Jak was on her side, but she was still puzzled by him. He didn’t make much sense, and he seemed to have his own way of doing things, a way that seemed as bound and determined to find trouble as she’d ever seen. \nIt made her doubt his background, just a bit. She had gone through something nearly as bad as he had, losing her people and her village. Unlike him, she hadn’t had the chance to have something good happen to her, but she doubted that it would have changed her this much. She would still be cautious, still be worried that someone was out to get her, and would succeed if she didn’t put all her effort into hiding, being smart, keeping quiet. \nThe less people remembered her, the better, and the more people that noticed were scared of her, the safer she was. \nClutching her staff even tighter as they walked up to the door, she held her breath as Jak tapped his knuckles against the wooden barrier. Knock knock. Knock knock. \nJust before the fifth knock could start, the door opened. A feline woman, not quite old but definitely mature, stepped out from the house, looking down on the pair of them. Well, looking down on Minerva; Jak was just a little too tall for that. \nThe aged woman smiled, adjusting her black dress as she looked from one of them to the other. Finally, she fixed her eyes on Jak. \n“Is this one meant to be more food for me, hmm? Or are you looking for something a little more…beneficial?”\n“This one lost her home six years ago. I’m looking to train her to hunt. Like me.”\n“And you need me to make her stronger, hmm?”\n[i]Food?[/i] was her first thought, something to make her clench her hands tighter on the staff and fight the urge to set the succubus on fire. \n[i]Stronger,[/i] was the second, and it made her let go of the staff just a bit. Not completely loosening her grip, but no longer strangling it. \nThe feline woman must have seen, because she chuckled, shaking her head a few times before kneeling down in front of the gryphon. \n“Jak told you who I am?”\nShe nodded. \n“Then you know what the cost will be for power. I’m sure that you’ve already experienced what it’s like to be fucked…yes?”\nMinerva nodded her head sideways towards her protector. The old woman chuckled. \n“He always was more interested in the young ones.”\n“What’s that supposed to mean, Florence?”\n“Well, it’s not like you visited me in a long time, dear,” the feline said as she got back to her feet. “I assumed you simply didn’t want to try anyone too old.”\n“You assume wrong. I’ve been busy.”\n“Busy exterminating the evils of the world, I’m sure. Alright, come in. This talk is better suited to the privacy of the house.”\nMinerva was more than happy to oblige. She wanted to be off the streets, away from the public spaces where people could stare at her, where she wasn’t hidden. The gryphon pulled herself through the doorway ahead of her protector, looking around for any signs that she had just entered a succubus’s home. \nThere wasn’t much. Most of the iconography around involved the religions that she had seen in different towns. There were multiple shrines around, tucked into different niches and alcoves. She wondered how that could be…then it dawned on her. \n“Too many gods,” she muttered. \n“Oh, you noticed?” Florence asked, looking over her shoulder. “Very good. Can you tell me why?”\n“They don’t like each other. They’ll not fill their shrines when there’s another god watching.”\n“Oh, very, very good.” The feline chuckled. “Jak, you didn’t tell me that you were bringing me someone smart. I thought that this would be another bimbo for me.”\n“I didn’t get the chance to say anything yet,” the blue-scaled man muttered. \nThere was a small hint of pride for getting it right, but Minerva didn’t let herself feel too much of it. She knew better than to think that it was going to get better just because she had been smart enough to get one question right. The demon would want far more than just knowledge, even if she liked smart kids. \nFlorence gestured for them to follow, and she did. \nThey passed through other rooms, each one strangely empty of the power that she had come to associate with the rest of the world. She knew that the gods were always there, always watching over people, but she had never known just how much power that lent the air around her. Now, away from it all, it felt like she was abandoned, as if she had been completely left with nothing. The ever-present tingle of the divine was gone. \nAnd it left her more sensitive to the touch of her protector when he gripped her shoulder as they stepped into the bedroom. \n“Whatever happens, go with it,” he muttered to her. “It’ll all come out for the good. Florence follows through with every deal she makes.”\n“I know.”\n“It’s going to be hard for you. But do it.”\n“I will. I…I will.”\nShe squeezed her staff one more time, then held it out to him. Somehow, she doubted that it would help her here. \nAs she was directed to the middle of the room, to stand on the bed, she felt the eyes of the succubus running up and down her body. Even clothed in her robe, she felt like she was being stared at, examined, measured…lusted for. She hadn’t felt like that since the time Master Sandal had found her bathing in the river, when she had finally gotten it through her head that there was no way that he wouldn’t rape her if he had the slightest chance. \nThe want, the sheer need in the eyes of the succubus, sent a shiver down her spine that was not entirely unwanted. \n“Jak already touched you,” Florence said. \n“He…fucked me.”\n“Yes, that’s obvious. But he [i]touched[/i] you. Show me your stomach.”\nThe gryphon blinked, but slowly opened her robe at the middle. \nThere, situated right on her belly fur, was a handprint. It was big, just like Jak’s hands, and she could feel the heat from it, the magic that still tingled and burned through her skin. It was…pleasant, though not entirely without its distractions. She let the succubus look for a few seconds, then closed it. \nThe feline chuckled. \n“Oh, he’s learned well. Dragon power and succubus magic. They make for a potent team.”\n“You…you used her magic on me?” she whispered, staring at the blue-scaled man.\n“Hardly. It’s my power. It’s just…influenced by what I learned from her.”\n“What did you do?”\n“Just a spell to stretch you and tighten you. Kept you alive when I was fucking you.”\nShe’d thought it had been something like that, but to have it confirmed was an entirely different thing. A shiver ran up and down her spine, thinking about how she would have been split apart if it wasn’t for the fact that Jak had cast that spell on her. It wasn’t an entirely good feeling. \nShe ran her fingers across her robe, trying to anticipate what would happen next. Florence took the matter out of her hands. \n“Strip.”\n“What?”\n“Strip down. I want to see [i]everything.[/i]”\nShe clenched her teeth tight before she could protest. The last thing she needed was to piss off the older woman, particularly if she wanted something from the feline. Instead, she took a deep breath, then grabbed the hem of her robe. \nDragging it over her head, the young gryphon cub felt the cool air against her skin all the more strongly. Without the gods around, she felt more vulnerable, more weak than she had ever felt in her life, and that hungry stare only made it worse. Her cheeks burned as she dragged the robe over her head, throwing it to the side. \nStanding there without it made her feel all the smaller, weaker, younger. Her cheeks burned as her tiny nipples stiffened in the cold, and the wetness that had come from Jak’s story continued to squelch in her panties, making them stick to her nethers in a way that they had never done before. Not even in all her limited heats. \nThe older woman gestured with a clawed finger, shaking her head as her ears twitched on the top of her head. \n“Ah ah. I said naked. Strip down, dear. Everything.”\nThe thought of baring her sex to a succubus was not particularly appealing, but she knew that she had to do this. If she wanted the power and teaching that Jak implied this woman could give her, she needed to be willing. She needed to throw herself into the succubus’s arms and into her lusts as fully as she could. \nSo, the gryphon pulled her panties down. It was a slow, teasing show, gradually dragging them down to her ankles and then laying down, pulling her legs up to show off. She could feel the cool air on her sex, felt the chill to her pussy as she spread her legs. Her fur was matted from the hot juices running down her thighs, and she felt strings of her fluid connecting her pussy to her legs as she spread them wide. \nMinerva kicked her panties to the side, languidly pushing her legs around, apart, showing off everything for almost half a minute before getting back to her feet. By the time she was done, it had definitely had an effect. \nJak was staring at her with both of his cocks throbbing beneath his armor, the bulge so obvious that she wondered how the leather was staying down. Florence, on the other hand…\nThe woman’s dark dress was disappearing, and the dark color was gradually flowing over her fur. It turned her from a soft, quiet brown to a deep black, making her demonic heritage far more obvious. A red glow filled the feline’s eyes, and her breasts swelled, growing larger, thicker, matching the heavy curves of her hips. \n“Mmmm, aren’t you a scrumptious, delicious little girl…”\nThe demon’s voice had dropped by over an octave, turning that high, older voice into a deep, sultry, slutty sort of one. The tone was not that different from the whores that the caravan had hired from time to time, and she shivered as she felt it being directed at her. \nHer pussy twitched, and she knew that the succubus was finally reaching out to her with her powers. The sense of something hellish in the air was stronger than she expected, and she bit her lips to keep from complaining. \nAfter all, the natural world had hurt her far more than Hell had. There was no reason to think that it would be worse. \nThe youthening woman walked up to the side of the bed, reaching out one hand. Obediently, Minerva spread her legs, letting her pussy be exposed – \n“Mmmph!”\nShe gasped as the fingers of the feline slammed into her. Two cupped her pussy lips, while two others filled her up. She panted, her legs shaking as the succubus’s thumb found her clit, rubbing it gently. \n“Heh, Jak didn’t exactly treat you gently, did he?” the woman asked. “You’re still so open, so empty.”\n“Mmmph…I…Just gave him…my first time…”\n“And your second and third, from the feel of it.”\n“I…”\nMinerva hadn’t expected to feel embarrassed, or even slightly ashamed by her actions. She had given her body to the lizard out of a deal, and she had never been one to back down from something like that. But to have it turned back on her like that, to be reminded that she’d sold herself like some sort of common prostitute, was something that left her chilled to the bone. \nHad she fallen that far already? Had she given up on everything that she had done already? \n[i]Protect your virginity…[/i]\nThat had been the message that her mother had drilled into her head for years. She had held onto it for six years under the tutelage of the badger, yet had given it up in one night when she had need of protection. She could have traded it for something better, held onto it for this succubus, or something else entirely. \nThe thought that she might have wasted one of her bargaining chips made her feel worse than she expected. \n“Oh, don’t be so glum, dear,” the succubus whispered, dragging her thumb across the gryphon’s clit and drawing another moan from her. “This body is hardly without value. And a hymen can certainly be replaced.”\n“What…you…you can give me back…”\n“I won’t, but I can teach you how.”\nFlorence chuckled, her fingers darting about, and it took everything that the little gryphon had to stay on her feet. Everything felt so good, her body put through paces that she didn’t know it could do. Her everything felt so sensitive, her body opening up, her legs spreading to let those two fingers pump her harder. \nAs the feline worked her over, she could feel a different sense of power. Almost like she was dripping it out between her legs, she could feel something leaving her. A bit of her soul, perhaps? Or something else?\nIt barely mattered. She finally collapsed, panting as her legs gave out beneath her. The feline pushed her back on the bed, pulling her legs over her head, binding them in place at the head of the bed. Two fingers inside of her became three, followed by four, and her rim was teased by the feline’s other fingers. \nMinerva was gasping, panting, shaking from head to toe. Her curling toes announced her pleasure to the world, and she was gasping, panting, biting her lips to keep from screaming as she got wetter and wetter down there. \n“Look at you. Your body knows how to respond to sex, alright. A little touch, a little tease, and you’re already panting like a whore in the street. All it takes is the right know-how, for me…but if someone else were to catch you…”\nThe warning from the feline sent another tremor through her body. If she was this weak, someone like Sandal could have enslaved her body. She could have grown addicted to this, left vulnerable. \nIf the bandits had caught her…\n[i]What if they could have done this to me?[/i]\nAll her suspicion, all her rage and anger had disappeared under the succubus’s expert fingers, and she hadn’t even started anything else yet. The gryphon couldn’t think, couldn’t fight. All she could do was hump her hips up, trying to fuck herself on those fingers all the harder, trying to get more of that wonderful feeling inside of her. \nUp and down, up and down her hips went, thrusting to meet those fingers, begging for more, feeling that thumb working over her clit. More, more, more, it kept coming, kept slamming into her until – \n“NNNNNGH!”\nShe came, squirting her juices across the room. The sudden stop in stimulation left her whimpering, her body shaking as she tried to open her eyes. \nWhen she did, she saw that the succubus had pulled her slippery hand back, pointing at the juices in the air. The gryphon’s pussy juice had been caught in mid-squirt, flying through the air like a male’s orgasm. She shivered, a bit ashamed at the raw display of her lust. \nBut Florence seemed to love it, judging by the demon’s grin as she turned around. \n“That will feed me for a week,” she said, smiling. “But if you want further lessons, you will need to submit to something…different.”\n“Lessons?”\n“Lessons of the body as much as the mind,” the succubus said, gesturing and sending the liquid to a nearly bowl. “If you want to use your body as currency, then you need to learn how to work it. Even a twelve-year-old like you can do that. And if you want to use your magic, then you need to know how to use it efficiently.”\n“I can use it efficiently!”\n“You’ll burn through your energy too quickly if you stay that angry.” The feline flicked her forehead. “It might make you forget how much you are using, might give you a boost of willpower, but that much anger will make you use more than you have to. You have to cool that anger. Be hot in bed, and cool on the battlefield.”\nIt was enough to make her sulk. She was…she was in control. She’d never been out of control. And so what if she got angry? She had reasons. \nFlorence sighed. \n“Is she like this all the time?”\n“Not all the time, but…more often than I’d like,” Jak said. \n“This is going to take a lot of work.”\n“Probably, but you’re the only one that can do it.”\n“Flatterer.”\nThe succubus turned her hand around, gesturing at the ankle bands. In seconds, Minerva was turned around, left flat on her back with her arms and legs pulled off to the sides. The succubus straddled her, sitting on her middle, and the gryphon girl could feel all the heat that came from within the other woman. \nThere was much lust there, more than she had expected, and more than she knew how to deal with. Her cheeks burned, knowing that she had turned this demon on so much. \n“You’re going to learn, girl. And if you want to make it the hard way, you can, but you’re going to learn.”\n“Or what?”\n“Or you’re going to lose everything.”\n“What, you’ll kill me?”\n“No, the world will. I’m going to make sure that you understand the stakes.”\nHolding out one hand, the succubus summoned a potion from the wall. She uncorked it, swirling the green fluid around inside. \n“I haven’t used something like this on someone for a while. Do you remember how sensitive your clit was, Minerva?”\nThe gryphon slowly nodded. \n“That was when it was being gently, gently touched. How do you think it will feel when I fuck it?”\nWith no more warning, the demon upturned the vial, pouring the green goo over the gryphon’s crotch. Minerva gasped at the cold…then shrieked at what came after. \nIt felt like something had seized hold of her clitoris, pulling on it, stroking it, dragging it free of her body. She arched her back as much as she could with someone sitting on her, her toes curling and her hands balling into fists. \n“Stop! STOP!”\n“Why?”\n“It…It hurts…It hurts too good!”\nAnd so it did. It was a strange mix of pain and pleasure, a sense that she had never felt before, not even with Jak’s oversized dicks in her body. Her clit kept extending, almost like it was slithering out of her nethers, pressing itself against her pussy lips and getting bigger, thicker, longer. \nEvery time that it pulsed, every time that it grew, she almost blacked out. Her pussy gushed with juices, juices that were collected by a swab of magic and taken away. Her clit throbbed, pushed, grew, slid out further and further – \n“Mmmph!”\nUntil it bumped the succubus’s ass. \n“I knew that you had plenty of pent-up lust. How much have you played with yourself in the past, girl?”\n“Mmmph…never…” \n“…Never?” \nMinerva shook her head. She had been so intent on keeping her virginity that she had never dared touch anything. Not knowing how it worked, not knowing how she would handle it, she thought that it was better to keep anything from ever touching her down there. If nothing ever went in, she would never have to worry about giving it up prematurely. \nAs she panted for breath, Florence’s grin only grew larger. A sudden flare of warmth and tingling lust hit the gryphon, and she arched her back with another scream, her clit pulled out to double its length, then more. \nWhen it faded, the feline had dismounted her waist, instead sitting over her thighs. Minerva panted as she looked down, only to stare at what she found. \nA stiff rod that was as smooth as one could imagine stuck out from between her legs. Unlike the veiny shafts that Jak had, or the other shapes she had seen between the legs of males, this one was completely smooth, no irregularities from tip to base. It had to be a foot and a half long, and she felt dizzy just looking at it, as if she would fall over if she tried to stand up. \n“I knew it…”\nFlorence gripped her, stroking once, and Minerva nearly passed out from the sheer pleasure. She arched her back in a wordless, silent scream, her body feeling like it would snap itself in two as she tried to make the succubus let her go. \nAnd she did…only to rub the tip of her soaking pussy against the gryphon’s clit cock. \n“I told you I would fuck this. Let’s see how long you can stay conscious, dear. Don’t disappoint me; you’ve been a surprising student so far, and I hope you can last more than a minute.”\nMore than a minute? She doubted she’d be able to last more than a few seconds, let alone – \n“AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”\nShe screamed at the top of her lungs as the entire clit cock was swallowed up inside of the succubus, her fingers balling into fists in the sheets as pleasure turned to pain and then back again, her mind on the verge of breaking as she struggled to stay conscious. \n[i]Can’t…give…up…[/i] she thought. [i]If I give up…I might not…learn…[/i]\nAnd she had to learn. She had to.\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Minerva’s Lessons
Chapter 4: The Lesson of Trade
For BigChris369
By Draconicon






“We were busy for a long time,” Jak said. “I’m pretty sure that that woman exhausted every single position that two people can have sex in that night, though I couldn’t swear to it. She is incredibly inventive.”
Minerva resisted the urge to shift her robe about as they walked down the road. Much as the little gryphon hated to admit it, the story had given her…needs…beyond what she had expected. It was almost as if the succubus had reached out through the story to try and taint her. Not something that she would have completely ruled out, but she hadn’t felt the power of someone’s magic in the telling of it.
Nevertheless, she couldn’t deny the wetness between her legs. The twelve-year-old did her best to ignore it, but it was grinding between her thighs almost constantly as she followed the blue-scaled man.
“And…she can do something to help me?” she asked.
“If we bring her the right goods to trade,” Jak said.
That was enough for her. There were deals to be made here, and at least when you dealt with the devil, you got your side up-front.
But can you really…
For a moment, she doubted that a succubus would be interested in her, but that thought faded quickly. The woman had been interested in Jak, and while that had been partly about his power, his bloodline, she was sure that the demon was as interested in children as it was in anything else.
And if it wasn’t, the evidence of pedophiles in the world was something that she was well acquainted with. She didn’t have to worry about being unattractive to a demon of lust, of all things. All she had to do was be willing, and she was half-convinced that she didn’t even need to be that.
In any case, it would give her power. And that power…that power would be used to bring pain to everyone that had hurt her.
The village loomed ahead of them, the sheer size of it something that she hadn’t expected. There were wooden stakes all about the village, a defensive barrier that would do nothing against any large bandit clans, but would keep out the smaller groups. A few small towers stood over the gates, watchtowers armed with bowmen. A better step, but still not enough.
She wouldn’t have felt even slightly safe as she walked through the gates if she didn’t have Jak by her side.
Even her staff was barely a comfort around so many people. She clung to it, pulling the iron-bound wooden shaft against her chest as they walked along, leaning on it like an old crone might have done. Her eyes darted this way and that, measuring everyone that they passed as a potential threat, thinking that they could be out to get her, hurt her, use her.
Even with Jak beside her, there was only so much that she could handle. She needed to be ready in case someone proved to be dangerous.
She followed the blue-scaled man through the town, taking in the details. The outer wall faded into a series of ringed streets that took them deeper and deeper into the village, ending in a cluster of buildings that looked more like a rat warren than anything else. She glanced up at him.
“I thought the middle of the town was supposed to be the wealthiest…”
“In most places, yeah. Not here. Right on top of an old mine, and there’s some monsters that live down there,” he explained. “People that can’t afford the mid-town or the outer ring live in here.”
That explained the other towers that she’d seen scattered about the village. People keeping a watch on the outside, and the inside. No wonder it was so…different.
“Is she…”
“Down there? Nah. Florence lives topside.”
“Florence?”
“Didn’t I say her name?”
“Not really.”
“Well, her name’s Florence, and she lives topside. Got a good enough disguise to get away with it. Or at least, she did the last time I visited.”
“…And when was that?”
“Eh, about six years ago.”
“…”
They could very easily be on a wild good chase, then. The succubus could have been found out. Could have been more of a monster than Jak portrayed her as being. Could have been more evil and then gotten exposed by the town watch.
They could be here for nothing, and she didn’t like wasting time.
Yet, what choice did she have but to follow along and hope for the best? She proceeded in Jak’s footsteps, hoping that he knew what he was doing, keeping a tight grip on her staff and continuing to glare at all the townsfolk that gave her so much as a second’s glance.
She expected him to have some sort of hidden contact in the village, someone that had all the connections to the underground that anyone could want. Instead, Jak walked up to one of the fruit sellers in the inner market. The stalls were set up in a ring around the big cluster of houses over the old mine, and each of the sellers looked like they hadn’t had a chance to bathe except in mud for years.
“Saul.”
“Jak,” the mole said. “Business?”
“Personal. Florence still around?”
“Yep. Moved up in the world.”
“Mid-town?”
“Outer band. You buying anything?”
“Three apples.”
“Two silvers.”
The blue-scaled man flicked the two coins over and took the fruit that he’d selected. Minerva followed him, mouth agape. She couldn’t find her voice until they were more than a dozen feet away from the mole, and even then, she was sputtering.
“What? That…that’s it?”
“What’s it?”
“I thought…you said she was…but everyone knows…”
“Well, not everyone, but the merchants know all their buyers,” he said, shrugging. He passed her an apple. “And she buys the freshest things at the best prices, so that means buying from the guys in the inner ring.”
“But…they just…”
“What’s the matter? Expected it to be all cloak and dagger?”
“…Maybe.”
“Sometimes, best way to keep a secret is to put it in the open.”
That didn’t make any sense, but who was she to be able to complain? Certainly, she wasn’t in a good position to make any sort of demands for life to make sense. She couldn’t even make life play fair, half the time.
They walked through the streets again, going back to the outer band. The houses there were a bit taller than the ones further in, not quite two stories, more like one and a half. But the extra size made them seem more opulent, and most of them had some grounds to the properties. Facing away from the wall, of course. Nobody wanted to put their property at risk by putting it right up against the city’s defensive barrier.
Jak kept walking at a brisk pace, forcing the smaller gryphon to jog to catch up. She struggled, as usual, and when he suddenly stopped, she almost ran right past him because of her own faster pace.
“We’re here.”
She looked at the house, and for the life of her, she couldn’t imagine it belonging to a succubus. It had roses in the front yard, and white roses, at that. They looked like they were soft and innocent, like a little old lady might tend to. The bushes that ran along the grounds rose nearly to the height of a man, hiding most of the rest of the property, and the house itself was barely anything different from the rest of the street.
“How can you tell?”
“The roses. They’re always her calling card.”
“What if someone else planted them? What if she gave it away?”
“Then I ask them where Florence went.”
“You’d ask them about that?”
The blue-scaled man gripped one of the swords at his waist, pulling it out of its sheath by a few inches.
“I’d ask…politely.”
“…”
More and more, she was grateful that Jak was on her side, but she was still puzzled by him. He didn’t make much sense, and he seemed to have his own way of doing things, a way that seemed as bound and determined to find trouble as she’d ever seen.
It made her doubt his background, just a bit. She had gone through something nearly as bad as he had, losing her people and her village. Unlike him, she hadn’t had the chance to have something good happen to her, but she doubted that it would have changed her this much. She would still be cautious, still be worried that someone was out to get her, and would succeed if she didn’t put all her effort into hiding, being smart, keeping quiet.
The less people remembered her, the better, and the more people that noticed were scared of her, the safer she was.
Clutching her staff even tighter as they walked up to the door, she held her breath as Jak tapped his knuckles against the wooden barrier. Knock knock. Knock knock.
Just before the fifth knock could start, the door opened. A feline woman, not quite old but definitely mature, stepped out from the house, looking down on the pair of them. Well, looking down on Minerva; Jak was just a little too tall for that.
The aged woman smiled, adjusting her black dress as she looked from one of them to the other. Finally, she fixed her eyes on Jak.
“Is this one meant to be more food for me, hmm? Or are you looking for something a little more…beneficial?”
“This one lost her home six years ago. I’m looking to train her to hunt. Like me.”
“And you need me to make her stronger, hmm?”
Food? was her first thought, something to make her clench her hands tighter on the staff and fight the urge to set the succubus on fire.
Stronger, was the second, and it made her let go of the staff just a bit. Not completely loosening her grip, but no longer strangling it.
The feline woman must have seen, because she chuckled, shaking her head a few times before kneeling down in front of the gryphon.
“Jak told you who I am?”
She nodded.
“Then you know what the cost will be for power. I’m sure that you’ve already experienced what it’s like to be fucked…yes?”
Minerva nodded her head sideways towards her protector. The old woman chuckled.
“He always was more interested in the young ones.”
“What’s that supposed to mean, Florence?”
“Well, it’s not like you visited me in a long time, dear,” the feline said as she got back to her feet. “I assumed you simply didn’t want to try anyone too old.”
“You assume wrong. I’ve been busy.”
“Busy exterminating the evils of the world, I’m sure. Alright, come in. This talk is better suited to the privacy of the house.”
Minerva was more than happy to oblige. She wanted to be off the streets, away from the public spaces where people could stare at her, where she wasn’t hidden. The gryphon pulled herself through the doorway ahead of her protector, looking around for any signs that she had just entered a succubus’s home.
There wasn’t much. Most of the iconography around involved the religions that she had seen in different towns. There were multiple shrines around, tucked into different niches and alcoves. She wondered how that could be…then it dawned on her.
“Too many gods,” she muttered.
“Oh, you noticed?” Florence asked, looking over her shoulder. “Very good. Can you tell me why?”
“They don’t like each other. They’ll not fill their shrines when there’s another god watching.”
“Oh, very, very good.” The feline chuckled. “Jak, you didn’t tell me that you were bringing me someone smart. I thought that this would be another bimbo for me.”
“I didn’t get the chance to say anything yet,” the blue-scaled man muttered.
There was a small hint of pride for getting it right, but Minerva didn’t let herself feel too much of it. She knew better than to think that it was going to get better just because she had been smart enough to get one question right. The demon would want far more than just knowledge, even if she liked smart kids.
Florence gestured for them to follow, and she did.
They passed through other rooms, each one strangely empty of the power that she had come to associate with the rest of the world. She knew that the gods were always there, always watching over people, but she had never known just how much power that lent the air around her. Now, away from it all, it felt like she was abandoned, as if she had been completely left with nothing. The ever-present tingle of the divine was gone.
And it left her more sensitive to the touch of her protector when he gripped her shoulder as they stepped into the bedroom.
“Whatever happens, go with it,” he muttered to her. “It’ll all come out for the good. Florence follows through with every deal she makes.”
“I know.”
“It’s going to be hard for you. But do it.”
“I will. I…I will.”
She squeezed her staff one more time, then held it out to him. Somehow, she doubted that it would help her here.
As she was directed to the middle of the room, to stand on the bed, she felt the eyes of the succubus running up and down her body. Even clothed in her robe, she felt like she was being stared at, examined, measured…lusted for. She hadn’t felt like that since the time Master Sandal had found her bathing in the river, when she had finally gotten it through her head that there was no way that he wouldn’t rape her if he had the slightest chance.
The want, the sheer need in the eyes of the succubus, sent a shiver down her spine that was not entirely unwanted.
“Jak already touched you,” Florence said.
“He…fucked me.”
“Yes, that’s obvious. But he touched you. Show me your stomach.”
The gryphon blinked, but slowly opened her robe at the middle.
There, situated right on her belly fur, was a handprint. It was big, just like Jak’s hands, and she could feel the heat from it, the magic that still tingled and burned through her skin. It was…pleasant, though not entirely without its distractions. She let the succubus look for a few seconds, then closed it.
The feline chuckled.
“Oh, he’s learned well. Dragon power and succubus magic. They make for a potent team.”
“You…you used her magic on me?” she whispered, staring at the blue-scaled man.
“Hardly. It’s my power. It’s just…influenced by what I learned from her.”
“What did you do?”
“Just a spell to stretch you and tighten you. Kept you alive when I was fucking you.”
She’d thought it had been something like that, but to have it confirmed was an entirely different thing. A shiver ran up and down her spine, thinking about how she would have been split apart if it wasn’t for the fact that Jak had cast that spell on her. It wasn’t an entirely good feeling.
She ran her fingers across her robe, trying to anticipate what would happen next. Florence took the matter out of her hands.
“Strip.”
“What?”
“Strip down. I want to see everything.”
She clenched her teeth tight before she could protest. The last thing she needed was to piss off the older woman, particularly if she wanted something from the feline. Instead, she took a deep breath, then grabbed the hem of her robe.
Dragging it over her head, the young gryphon cub felt the cool air against her skin all the more strongly. Without the gods around, she felt more vulnerable, more weak than she had ever felt in her life, and that hungry stare only made it worse. Her cheeks burned as she dragged the robe over her head, throwing it to the side.
Standing there without it made her feel all the smaller, weaker, younger. Her cheeks burned as her tiny nipples stiffened in the cold, and the wetness that had come from Jak’s story continued to squelch in her panties, making them stick to her nethers in a way that they had never done before. Not even in all her limited heats.
The older woman gestured with a clawed finger, shaking her head as her ears twitched on the top of her head.
“Ah ah. I said naked. Strip down, dear. Everything.”
The thought of baring her sex to a succubus was not particularly appealing, but she knew that she had to do this. If she wanted the power and teaching that Jak implied this woman could give her, she needed to be willing. She needed to throw herself into the succubus’s arms and into her lusts as fully as she could.
So, the gryphon pulled her panties down. It was a slow, teasing show, gradually dragging them down to her ankles and then laying down, pulling her legs up to show off. She could feel the cool air on her sex, felt the chill to her pussy as she spread her legs. Her fur was matted from the hot juices running down her thighs, and she felt strings of her fluid connecting her pussy to her legs as she spread them wide.
Minerva kicked her panties to the side, languidly pushing her legs around, apart, showing off everything for almost half a minute before getting back to her feet. By the time she was done, it had definitely had an effect.
Jak was staring at her with both of his cocks throbbing beneath his armor, the bulge so obvious that she wondered how the leather was staying down. Florence, on the other hand…
The woman’s dark dress was disappearing, and the dark color was gradually flowing over her fur. It turned her from a soft, quiet brown to a deep black, making her demonic heritage far more obvious. A red glow filled the feline’s eyes, and her breasts swelled, growing larger, thicker, matching the heavy curves of her hips.
“Mmmm, aren’t you a scrumptious, delicious little girl…”
The demon’s voice had dropped by over an octave, turning that high, older voice into a deep, sultry, slutty sort of one. The tone was not that different from the whores that the caravan had hired from time to time, and she shivered as she felt it being directed at her.
Her pussy twitched, and she knew that the succubus was finally reaching out to her with her powers. The sense of something hellish in the air was stronger than she expected, and she bit her lips to keep from complaining.
After all, the natural world had hurt her far more than Hell had. There was no reason to think that it would be worse.
The youthening woman walked up to the side of the bed, reaching out one hand. Obediently, Minerva spread her legs, letting her pussy be exposed –
“Mmmph!”
She gasped as the fingers of the feline slammed into her. Two cupped her pussy lips, while two others filled her up. She panted, her legs shaking as the succubus’s thumb found her clit, rubbing it gently.
“Heh, Jak didn’t exactly treat you gently, did he?” the woman asked. “You’re still so open, so empty.”
“Mmmph…I…Just gave him…my first time…”
“And your second and third, from the feel of it.”
“I…”
Minerva hadn’t expected to feel embarrassed, or even slightly ashamed by her actions. She had given her body to the lizard out of a deal, and she had never been one to back down from something like that. But to have it turned back on her like that, to be reminded that she’d sold herself like some sort of common prostitute, was something that left her chilled to the bone.
Had she fallen that far already? Had she given up on everything that she had done already?
Protect your virginity…
That had been the message that her mother had drilled into her head for years. She had held onto it for six years under the tutelage of the badger, yet had given it up in one night when she had need of protection. She could have traded it for something better, held onto it for this succubus, or something else entirely.
The thought that she might have wasted one of her bargaining chips made her feel worse than she expected.
“Oh, don’t be so glum, dear,” the succubus whispered, dragging her thumb across the gryphon’s clit and drawing another moan from her. “This body is hardly without value. And a hymen can certainly be replaced.”
“What…you…you can give me back…”
“I won’t, but I can teach you how.”
Florence chuckled, her fingers darting about, and it took everything that the little gryphon had to stay on her feet. Everything felt so good, her body put through paces that she didn’t know it could do. Her everything felt so sensitive, her body opening up, her legs spreading to let those two fingers pump her harder.
As the feline worked her over, she could feel a different sense of power. Almost like she was dripping it out between her legs, she could feel something leaving her. A bit of her soul, perhaps? Or something else?
It barely mattered. She finally collapsed, panting as her legs gave out beneath her. The feline pushed her back on the bed, pulling her legs over her head, binding them in place at the head of the bed. Two fingers inside of her became three, followed by four, and her rim was teased by the feline’s other fingers.
Minerva was gasping, panting, shaking from head to toe. Her curling toes announced her pleasure to the world, and she was gasping, panting, biting her lips to keep from screaming as she got wetter and wetter down there.
“Look at you. Your body knows how to respond to sex, alright. A little touch, a little tease, and you’re already panting like a whore in the street. All it takes is the right know-how, for me…but if someone else were to catch you…”
The warning from the feline sent another tremor through her body. If she was this weak, someone like Sandal could have enslaved her body. She could have grown addicted to this, left vulnerable.
If the bandits had caught her…
What if they could have done this to me?
All her suspicion, all her rage and anger had disappeared under the succubus’s expert fingers, and she hadn’t even started anything else yet. The gryphon couldn’t think, couldn’t fight. All she could do was hump her hips up, trying to fuck herself on those fingers all the harder, trying to get more of that wonderful feeling inside of her.
Up and down, up and down her hips went, thrusting to meet those fingers, begging for more, feeling that thumb working over her clit. More, more, more, it kept coming, kept slamming into her until –
“NNNNNGH!”
She came, squirting her juices across the room. The sudden stop in stimulation left her whimpering, her body shaking as she tried to open her eyes.
When she did, she saw that the succubus had pulled her slippery hand back, pointing at the juices in the air. The gryphon’s pussy juice had been caught in mid-squirt, flying through the air like a male’s orgasm. She shivered, a bit ashamed at the raw display of her lust.
But Florence seemed to love it, judging by the demon’s grin as she turned around.
“That will feed me for a week,” she said, smiling. “But if you want further lessons, you will need to submit to something…different.”
“Lessons?”
“Lessons of the body as much as the mind,” the succubus said, gesturing and sending the liquid to a nearly bowl. “If you want to use your body as currency, then you need to learn how to work it. Even a twelve-year-old like you can do that. And if you want to use your magic, then you need to know how to use it efficiently.”
“I can use it efficiently!”
“You’ll burn through your energy too quickly if you stay that angry.” The feline flicked her forehead. “It might make you forget how much you are using, might give you a boost of willpower, but that much anger will make you use more than you have to. You have to cool that anger. Be hot in bed, and cool on the battlefield.”
It was enough to make her sulk. She was…she was in control. She’d never been out of control. And so what if she got angry? She had reasons.
Florence sighed.
“Is she like this all the time?”
“Not all the time, but…more often than I’d like,” Jak said.
“This is going to take a lot of work.”
“Probably, but you’re the only one that can do it.”
“Flatterer.”
The succubus turned her hand around, gesturing at the ankle bands. In seconds, Minerva was turned around, left flat on her back with her arms and legs pulled off to the sides. The succubus straddled her, sitting on her middle, and the gryphon girl could feel all the heat that came from within the other woman.
There was much lust there, more than she had expected, and more than she knew how to deal with. Her cheeks burned, knowing that she had turned this demon on so much.
“You’re going to learn, girl. And if you want to make it the hard way, you can, but you’re going to learn.”
“Or what?”
“Or you’re going to lose everything.”
“What, you’ll kill me?”
“No, the world will. I’m going to make sure that you understand the stakes.”
Holding out one hand, the succubus summoned a potion from the wall. She uncorked it, swirling the green fluid around inside.
“I haven’t used something like this on someone for a while. Do you remember how sensitive your clit was, Minerva?”
The gryphon slowly nodded.
“That was when it was being gently, gently touched. How do you think it will feel when I fuck it?”
With no more warning, the demon upturned the vial, pouring the green goo over the gryphon’s crotch. Minerva gasped at the cold…then shrieked at what came after.
It felt like something had seized hold of her clitoris, pulling on it, stroking it, dragging it free of her body. She arched her back as much as she could with someone sitting on her, her toes curling and her hands balling into fists.
“Stop! STOP!”
“Why?”
“It…It hurts…It hurts too good!”
And so it did. It was a strange mix of pain and pleasure, a sense that she had never felt before, not even with Jak’s oversized dicks in her body. Her clit kept extending, almost like it was slithering out of her nethers, pressing itself against her pussy lips and getting bigger, thicker, longer.
Every time that it pulsed, every time that it grew, she almost blacked out. Her pussy gushed with juices, juices that were collected by a swab of magic and taken away. Her clit throbbed, pushed, grew, slid out further and further –
“Mmmph!”
Until it bumped the succubus’s ass.
“I knew that you had plenty of pent-up lust. How much have you played with yourself in the past, girl?”
“Mmmph…never…”
“…Never?”
Minerva shook her head. She had been so intent on keeping her virginity that she had never dared touch anything. Not knowing how it worked, not knowing how she would handle it, she thought that it was better to keep anything from ever touching her down there. If nothing ever went in, she would never have to worry about giving it up prematurely.
As she panted for breath, Florence’s grin only grew larger. A sudden flare of warmth and tingling lust hit the gryphon, and she arched her back with another scream, her clit pulled out to double its length, then more.
When it faded, the feline had dismounted her waist, instead sitting over her thighs. Minerva panted as she looked down, only to stare at what she found.
A stiff rod that was as smooth as one could imagine stuck out from between her legs. Unlike the veiny shafts that Jak had, or the other shapes she had seen between the legs of males, this one was completely smooth, no irregularities from tip to base. It had to be a foot and a half long, and she felt dizzy just looking at it, as if she would fall over if she tried to stand up.
“I knew it…”
Florence gripped her, stroking once, and Minerva nearly passed out from the sheer pleasure. She arched her back in a wordless, silent scream, her body feeling like it would snap itself in two as she tried to make the succubus let her go.
And she did…only to rub the tip of her soaking pussy against the gryphon’s clit cock.
“I told you I would fuck this. Let’s see how long you can stay conscious, dear. Don’t disappoint me; you’ve been a surprising student so far, and I hope you can last more than a minute.”
More than a minute? She doubted she’d be able to last more than a few seconds, let alone –
“AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”
She screamed at the top of her lungs as the entire clit cock was swallowed up inside of the succubus, her fingers balling into fists in the sheets as pleasure turned to pain and then back again, her mind on the verge of breaking as she struggled to stay conscious.
Can’t…give…up… she thought. If I give up…I might not…learn…
And she had to learn. She had to.



The End



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