I am Succubus!

Chapter 297

As we pulled into the docks, every succubus and dark elf from the manor had come out to receive us. Everyone cheered and waved flags at our approach. Shayle pushed to the front, shoving a couple of people out of the way in the process. The weary light elves and succubi descended from the ship, some even kissing the dirty pier out of sheer relief.

"By the Everlight's shining beacon, you looked like you faced hell out there!" Shayle exclaimed.

"Tell me about it," I said on the way down the ramp. "We even fought off a behemoth.

The dark elf shrunk back a little. "Yikes… I'm glad I didn't tag along. Anyway, hey. There's something important we need to talk about."

Shayle's voice was drowned out by people greeting their friends, who had returned from being stuck at sea. I scanned the ship and docks for Erma. For some reason, I couldn't get my mind off her. Well… the reason was probably obvious. I finally spotted her near the surviving merchant vessel, speaking to the three ship captains at once.

"Saeko! Are you listening to me? This is a serious issue!" Shayle dipped into my field of vision.

"Later, alright? I'll meet you back at the manor," I said.

Shayle threw her arms in the air. 

A bunch of succubi were trying to get my attention, too. They were the ones we had rescued first. Every single one looked a lot better now, not on the verge of keeling over. Erma saw me coming, and she excused herself from the three merchant ship captains. The two of us stood in awkward silence for a bit, neither not really knowing what to say.

When I finally worked up the courage, I blurted out, "Come back to Earth with me!"

"To your world?" Erma gasped and clutched her arm.

"Is that… a no?"

"No! I mean, it isn't a no. But I have obligations to the crown. To my people. Just as you cannot simply leave yours, I cannot simply leave mine," she explained.

It wasn't as if I didn't expect this, but I had certainly hoped for a better outcome. However, Erma didn't write me off completely. She did sound interested though. I still had a chance to have my light elf sex slave!

"Alright. Mio and I are going to be leaving. We got sidetracked with the rescue mission. The next time I come back, think we can see each other again?" I asked.

"I would like that." Erma smiled, then glanced past me. "It seems your ticket home is here."

I followed Erma's gaze to Shayle and Mio. The former had her arms folded, looking a little peeved.

"I've been trying to tell you— the mirror artifact isn't working anymore. Again," Shayle explained.

"What?! Does this mean I can't get home?" I cried.

"Does this mean we can stay here longer for vacation?" Mio asked.

I bopped her on the forehead.

"We have a job! We also can't leave Elendir and Kana to take care of the place forever," I groaned.

"Perhaps I may be of service?" Erma offered, but cleared her throat after getting our attention. "Well, not me exactly. But the services of my country. Yes, our recent incident was caused by negligence on both sides. That doesn't change the fact that the heroism of Queen Saeko and her succubi saved us all. I can leverage that to beseech the royal family to assist you in returning to Earth."

"You guys have something that can fix the mirror? Man…" Mio frowned, clearly disappointed that we were eventually going home.

"I don't like it. This sounds like a trap to imprison you." Shayle stared daggers at the legate.

"The other option is to wait weeks for it to recharge. We kind of don't have a choice. Erma, we'll take any help you and your countrymen can spare. But… This mean we're going back to the City of Everlight?" I asked nervously.

"But of course." She nodded.

Shayle, Mio, and I packed lightly for the journey to the light elven city. After a short respite with the succubi we rescued, the three of us bid them goodbye and set off again. We were given our own cabin this time around. Since two of the merchant vessels were wrecked, that meant two ships worth of crew had to be split between this and the surviving one. Our room only had a bunk for two, which meant Mio and I doubled up in one bed and Shayle took the other.

Suffice to say, it was stupid crowded. These were smaller than a twin…

I woke up in the morning with Mio snoring in my face. She drooled from the side of her mouth, and had her arms all over me. I closed her mouth pushing on the chin, and the snoring stopped. After a bit of finessing, I managed to escape from Mio's grasp.

My feet touched down on the chilly floorboards. I almost wanted to get back to bed. Maybe next time, I'd be more prepared and bring some slippers. The cabin was only about as wide as my arms stretched out to the sides, which only left enough walking room to shuffle out of the room after accounting for the bunk bed. Shayle was also still asleep, passed out like a log. Good to know she was able to stand all the teetering and creaking hull.

I threw on a jacket and headed outside. Some sailors on break were having lunch in the mess hall, eating some kind of rice gruel with fish meat in bobbing inside it.

"Well, if it ain't Queen Saeko. Mornin' to ya." The one-eyed cook, whose name I'd definitely forgotten, waved to me from behind the kitchen counter.

"Do you have any water? I'm dying of thirst." I smacked my lips and tasted dust.

"Water? 'Ere ya go." He plopped down a thin metal stein with cloudy liquid inside it.

Suspicious, I sniffed it first. My danger alarm didn't go off, so I sipped it next. Didn't taste like much. Satisfied that I wasn't about to be poisoned, I made the mistake of taking a big gulp— and spat it back out.

"Ew. What's in this?" I stuck my tongue out at the bitter taste.

"Grog. Water mixed with the cheapest beer we got," the cook said.

"Why beer…"

"We sometimes go months at sea 'fore seeing land. Ever drank still water that's been sitting for months?" He sneered.

I was only just now realizing how spoiled I had it sailing on a ship last time. That was on Elendir's luxury though. This was a naval ship with a bunch of soldiers on it. I also didn't have access to Erma's more lavish accommodations.

"By the way, where's the legate?" I asked.

"Lookin' for her, are ya?" The elven man grinned.

Another crewman who probably saw me yank Erma in for a kiss right before going after the behemoth. Damn it. I really hoped this didn't come back to bite me. Or her. The last thing I wanted was to cause her any trouble. A light elf like her cozying up with a succubus like me… Sometimes I forget both races were at odds with each other.

"She's in the cargo bay. One floor down, aft." He nodded.

"Thank you!" I bowed before hurrying down.

A few sailors kindly greeted me and wished me a good morning. Their reception of me, and succubi in general, were a far cry compared to when we first boarded the ship. Some even propositioned me for sex! A tempting offer, if I wasn't already pining for someone else already.

I found Erma taking inventory in their storage area, checking off a list as she moved from crate to crate. There was no one else inside. Even though Erma had other crewmen to do this work for her, she took it upon herself to instead. Quietly, I closed the door behind me and groped her from behind. She let out a squeaky yelp, but as my fingers slipped under the tunic, her breathing became hot and bothered.

"Don't you have other people to do the work for you? We can be in your room playing master and slave~" I whispered into her reddening ears.

"As delightful as that sounds… I'm of the opinion that… an officer should be involved in common duties… as much as possible," Erma explained, moaning every so often.

Not wanting to distract her from work, I let go. She expelled a slightly disappointed sigh.

Erma recomposed herself and continued, "Besides, leaving the lower ranked sailors in charge of inventory usually ends with the pinching a few extra rations for themselves."

"I'll leave you to it then. I don't want to bother you—" As I turned to leave, Erma grabbed my arm.

"I didn't say you should leave… You wanted me to come to Earth with you. Perhaps you can regale me with stories of your world while I work?" she suggested.

And I was more than happy to. I told Erma all about how I was in a polyamorous relationship with Mio, Elendir, and Kana. About how I worked as a glorified prostitute for the government, in a program that probably didn't work. About all the heartburn-inducing foods to an incredible curry recipe my sister loved to make.

With every story, Erma seemed to grow more and more interested. But our cultural differences couldn't be more obvious, like with Elendir. She asked me to explain what a lot of things were, like cars and using digital currency rather than physical coins and bullions.

The next few days went right by us, and we finally reached the City of Everlight. My second time here, and the sprawling city still takes my breath away. Erma had already descended from the ship and whispered to a mounted guardsman, who quickly galloped into the city.

"Something wrong?" I asked.

"Merely informing Princess Amira of our arrival. We will need her permission to access the magical vaults, the same vaults which my dark elven cousins surrendered the last time. Come. A carriage has arrived to ferry us to the palace," Erma said, opening the cabin door and beckoning us in.

"I heard your princess is a bitch. That true?" Mio asked.

"She is… certainly a difficult woman, even for royalty…" The legate picked her words carefully and even then didn't seem satisfied by them.

"Can I sit this meeting out? The princess doesn't particularly care for dark elves…" Shayle grimaced.

How bad could it be? I pushed Shayle into the carriage and hopped in after.

We went straight to the palace, where the ball had taken place at the last time I came. The beautiful spires and steeples welcomed me back with the long, stretching shadows. Erma had described Princess Amira as difficult. I wondered what she was like in person though. Just as beautiful as the next light elven woman? Or maybe extremely regal in countenance like Elendir?

The carriage stopped in front of the palace. Two mages were waiting for us at the bottom of the steps, and when Erma gave them the okay, they channeled a spell that ripped open a portal. Erma entered first, and we followed her in one at a time, coming through the other side in a modest throne room.

Tall, frosted glass windows let in warm and diffused light that illuminated the room. Banners with different heraldries hung from the ceiling, one of which matched two crossed swords that Erma had etched on her mantle cloak. We weren't the first to come in though. Twenty guards, ten to each side, stood vigil in full suits of armor and wielding spears.

"Why the hell didn't we take a portal from the docks instead?" Shayle groaned.

"The royal mages do not leave the palace premises. They are among the princess' personal retinue of guards. Her sending the magi out to give us a portal is already unprecedented," Erma explained.

A red-robed attendant with a cowl over his face walked down the long red carpet that bisected the room. He whispered into Erma's ear, and she nodded in return. The same man exited from a side entrance at the far right of the room.

"The three of you need not bow as I am about to. It will insult her otherwise." Erma kneeled and lowered her head. "I present to you her highness, Princess Amira!"

A haughty light elven woman in a beautiful blue gown emerged from the right side entrance of the throne room. Her nose was so turned to the ceiling, my neck hurt just imagining keeping her head in position. She had her whitish blonde hair done in a bun pierced with a silver cross. Thin brows flared up on the other edge, giving her the impression of an angry face. Two younger women followed in her shadow, carrying themselves in the same graceful manner. They stood to either side of her as she sat down on the throne seat. She rested her elbow on the armrest, and her chin atop her hand. The thumb of her other hand delicately rubbed each of her long, manicured nails in turn, almost like her form of restless leg syndrome.

"Princess Amira, it's a pleasure to meet you! If I remember right, we were supposed to meet the last time I was here. Looks like we get to this time. Aha…" I laughed nervously.

No response. The princess continued to stare down at us. This was obviously not normal, because even her lady companions looked at each other in confusion. Erma even glanced up a little, but not too much as to raise from the bow.

I exchanged glances with Mio and Shayle, both of whom shrugged back in response.

"Uhm… I'm Queen Saeko. These two are Shayle and Mio. Thank you for, uh… g-granting us an audience," I said.

"Queen Saeko." Princess Amira's voice was deep yet feminine, seemingly dripping with boredom and exhaustion just saying my name. "Compel that dark elf to strip naked and masturbate for my amusement."

"What?!" The three of us gasped.

Erma cleared her throat. "Princess, this is hardly the time for jokes. Please, consider decorum and—"

"Quiet, knave." Her glare alone silenced Erma. "Do it. If you will not entertain me, I will have you all escorted out by force." She motioned for every guard to step forward, and they leveled their spears at us. "What shall it be?"

"S-Saeko, you certainly wouldn't do this to such a loyal servant and friend… would you?" Shayle swallowed hard.

"Time to take one for the team." I wrapped my aura around her, and she relented in defeat.

Shayle stripped off pieces of her clothing one at a time. The ladies by Princess Amira's side turned bright red and looked away. My dark elven companion licked her hand, then went to town fingering herself. It was made more awkward because of how quiet the throne room was, so all the slicking she was doing from fingerbanging her own pussy was incredibly loud and pronounced.

Slowly but surely, Princess Amira's scowling lips started twitching. One side creased up into an amused smirk. Seeing her dark elven counterpart humiliated really got her off.

Pretty soon, Shayle was getting close. She squeezed her own breasts and pinched each nipple in turn. Her breathing grew hoarse and ragged. The color in her cheeks had taken a shade of red.

"Kuh… This better not awaken something in me. I'm cumming…I'm— nnnghh!" Shayle's eyes rolled back as she climaxed. A little too hard it seemed, since she squirted all over the polished granite tile floor.

"Pfft. Ahahaha! She wet herself! Look, cousins. The dark elf soiled our precious throne room." Princess Amira pointed and laughed, but the two elves by her side— who were actually her relatives— only uttered nervous giggles.

"Is this enough?" I asked.

"Indeed. That made my day," she said, wiping the tears from her eyes.

I released Shayle from my control, and she quickly got dressed again. Surprisingly, the dark elf didn't look too angry. Or maybe she was just good at hiding it.

"Queen Saeko." Princess Amira rose from the throne. "Legate Erma informed me that you need something from us to return to your world. Why should I help you, when your misfortune rather delights me?"

"Eh? I, uh…" I was at a loss for words.

How the heck was I even supposed to answer that?!

"Listen here, you bitch! You just made me finger myself in the capital city named after our own goddess! What the hell more do you want?" Shayle erupted angrily.

"That was for requesting an audience from me. I may or may not have what you need. But what will you give me in return?" the princess asked.

"How about some sex?" Mio offered.

"No," she answered flatly.

"Where I'm trying to get back to is called Earth. We… hmm… Maybe royalty like yourself would like beautiful clothings like the one you're wearing?" I suggested, but the princess still looked bored, the good mood from the earlier amusement beginning to wane. "J-Jewelry? Food? Books?" I continued listing things off, yet nothing caught her interest.

The princess continued staring at me in silence until she walked down from the throne up.

"I have something better in mind, Queen Saeko. In exchange for access to our vaults, you will help me humiliate my enemies. I've always wanted to see what a succubus ally can muster." Princess Amira extended a hand to me.

"Well, then. Show me the way." I clasped her hand.