I'll Give You a Massage with My Dick
To further train Morgana Bloodveil, right before falling asleep, I handed off the task of grooming the tail sticking out from my ass to Rasca Slovenia.
Werewolves have tails too, so it shouldn't be hard for her. Mine doesn't have fur, though.
"...Come to think of it, I heard there are no incubi left in this city besides me."
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Exactly ten years ago, they were all rounded up and taken to a camp. Vanished."
I've been in this city for a few months now, it feels like. I see imps around pretty often, but never any incubi.
Thinking back, when I first reincarnated, my status window said something about the soul of a dying incubus bringing me here.
"They took them to a camp? What crime did they commit?"
"W-well, succubi and incubi need to absorb essence to survive, right?"
"Sucking a little essence doesn't kill anyone."
My guess is essence isn't like some vital bio-energy. It's more like a special resource tied to a being's rank as a living creature.
There's a limit to how much you can suck at once, but it doesn't deplete.
For example, Rasca had her essence drained all day long, but not only did she show no health issues—she was as lively as ever.
"But the process of absorbing essence is kinda... y'know."
Fair point. To absorb essence, you need sexual contact.
A hug or handshake won't cut it. To live properly, you have to stimulate your partner's genitals.
"That's why the dragonkin who rule Terranium secretly arrested all the incubi and dragged them to a camp on the city outskirts. 'Secretly,' but everyone knew."
"No reason to massacre them, though."
"Dragonkin are conservative. They force their values on other races. Plus..."
Looks like the incubi crackdown wasn't just about public morals.
"The incubi tried to revolt once. After constant oppression..."
"Whoa."
"But as a minority race with no real powers besides seducing people, they never stood a chance."
That phrasing rubs me the wrong way. Feels like she's subtly looking down on me.
"The incubi in the camp probably died pretty quick. The guards were all men."
I get intense hunger pangs if I go even a day without essence. Ten years with none? Dead for sure.
"Are there still laws oppressing incubi?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, of course... So if anyone finds out you're an incubus, Asmodeus, it'll be bad news."
"Got it."
Time to revise my goals. I was just aiming to survive here.
But that'll get me killed eventually.
No matter how many mafias or gangs I control, I'm powerless against the authorities.
"The mayor of Terranium... the ruler... she's a woman, right? I saw her on TV once."
"Yes! Eleos, the golden dragon, has ruled for 300 years already."
"Right, right..."
A woman changes everything. I need to claim her like I did Rasca.
To do that, I'll need to build my power base even stronger.
Funny how it lines up with what I used to do.
Take control of the underworld organizations ruling Terranium's back alleys.
Then the police. After that? Maybe the judiciary.
Secure funds too—gotta dip into the big corporations.
"Hm... I think I get why I came to this city."
"Oh, you came from outside? That explains why you don't know so much about the city..."
"Yeah, lots I don't know. So you gotta fill me in good."
Rasca's face lit up. She's a beauty anyway, but her smile made her even prettier.
"Got it!"
Now to finish what I started. Time to crush that vampire mafia.
Once I seized 100% control of Morgana's dream, I could create whatever location I wanted.
Probably an extension of how I made that dog collar in Rasca's dream.
Either way, I set Morgana's dream in a massage parlor with a comfy bedroom.
"Hmmm? Why am I here...?"
"Welcome. Morgana Bloodveil, right? You booked for 2 PM, correct?"
"Ah...? Oh, yeah, I booked a massage. That's right."
"Confirmed! This way, please."
I led Morgana deeper into the massage parlor. Huge place, but only one employee—me. And only one customer: her.
"Something feels off..."
She's picking up on the dissonance already. As expected from a true ancestor vampire. Tough to handle.
But she won't figure it out. Hypnosis!
"Just lie face-down on the bed. Oh, and clothes... if possible..."
"Naked, right? I know the drill, handsome."
"...Spot on."
Thanks to the lingering hypnosis effect? I erased her memories, but she remembers what I told her before.
She's such a good girl, I almost want to creampie her.
"First time at our shop? Anyone recommend us?"
"Uh, well... A drinking buddy mentioned it."
"I see. Morgana."
Putting on airs. Trying to seem well-connected. I can see right through her.
It's kinda cute, though. Like a busty beauty bluffing.
Of course, her face twisting in ecstasy is even more impressive.
Like when I fingered her pussy before.
Time to pay for mocking my puppy.
Morgana laughed her ass off at Rasca in that cocktail bar, cackling like a witch while downing drinks.
Unforgivable. Only I get to torment my doggy.
Of course, if this woman submits to me, things might change a bit.
I'm pretty hands-off—as long as they don't get physical, I let them fight.
"Massage starting."
I decided to make Morgana moan first from her paper-white naked body.
Slapped her ass—smack!—and fluids gushed out.
Not sweat—the aphrodisiac my body produces. After some training, I made it seep from my sweat glands.
"Applying massage gel."
"Go ahead, handsome."
Started with her back, down to her waist, then her ass.
Didn't skip her long legs—coated them thoroughly, even pressing between her toes.
Worked back up, gripping her nape to let the aphrodisiac soak in.
"Ah...?"
Feeling something's wrong? Too late. Way too late.
"Massage starting, Morgana? Flip over, please."
"Yeah, waste extraction massage, huh."
"Exactly."
Maybe the aphrodisiac—her voice was super drowsy. About to drift off.
I'll wake her right up. Spread my fingers long and pressed them to her pussy.
Secreted aphrodisiac as I stirred her insides.
"Eugh...!?"
Perfect reaction. Of course—internal application beats skin-deep. Proven fact.
By who? Rasca, obviously.
She lasted about 10 seconds before squirting in climax.
How long will Morgana hold out?
"Ugh... Uhaaaang...!"
Not long. Rasca's tougher body wins—she endured 10 seconds, while this true ancestor surrendered in 5, gushing fluids.
"You okay?"
"I-I'm fine..."
"Mind if I continue the massage?"
Even if she says no, I'm continuing.
"Do whatever..."
"Understood."
Secreted more aphrodisiac from my fingers. Ruthlessly plunged her pussy.
4 seconds this time. Even faster. Climaxed the instant I went in.
"Morgana, this is a problem."
"Uh, ugh..."
"You gotta hold out a little."
I mocked her like a scolding teacher. She snapped back, yelling.
"It's your damn fingers... Enough! No more massage with those hands!"
"Got it. Mind if I switch methods?"
"Switch? ...Fine, whatever—as long as it's not those fingers."
She'll wish for the fingers soon enough. I pulled my pants down.