My Mother Is a Virgin Succubus

The bitter-metal ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠reek of blood stabbed at my nose.

The once-vast grassland had become a graveyard—monster carcasses and the corpses of the village guard strewn as far as the eye could see. How much time had passed? Had I come too late? The dread swelled until it filled my skull to bursting. I had to find her, even a moment sooner...

My lungs were burning, my whole body screaming at me to stop—but I didn't. No, I couldn't stop. Mother had to still be fighting somewhere out here. However many the enemy, however strong they were, my mother was stronger. She had to be alive...

But at the end of my run, all that waited was my mother, gone cold.

She sat slumped against a tree, her empty eyes staring at nothing, her fallen body carved with the wounds of a battle fought to the very last. How long had she held out? If only I had been a little faster...

No. Regret meant nothing now. Here, on this ground, I would bring her back—even if it cost me everything I had...

Without a moment's pause, I cut my palm with my knife and began forming a magic circle—not with mana, but with my own blood. This was the method for crafting the medium of the Deal with the Devil, the spell inscribed on the first page of the Forbidden Covenant.

Pressing my bleeding hand against the earth, I traced the circle with desperate strokes. The pain was savage, but there was no room in me to notice it. Crimson light welled up from the half-formed circle and wrapped around me, and by the time my hand was little more than ribbons, the medium was complete.

The next step was repairing Mother's body. The problem was that healing magic refused to activate on the dead—and her wounds were so grievous that even on the living, healing magic could not have been trusted to mend them. What remained, then, was magic of the highest order: the kind that turns back time itself.

Far beyond anything I was capable of. But there was no time to agonize over it. I squared my stance and poured every last drop of mana I had into the casting.

The instant the short incantation ended, an emerald flash swallowed my vision. When my eyes—heavy beyond reason—opened again, Mother's body lay fully restored, as if none of it had ever happened.

It was magic I had no right to bear, and the side effects were certain: my total mana had collapsed to a fraction of itself. What remained was less than an ordinary person's—and just like that, I had become a body that could no longer cast so much as a single spell.

"If it's for Mother, then this much is nothing..."

The one blessing was that no physical pain or injury lingered, meaning I could carry out the Deal with the Devil at once. I laid my blood-soaked hand upon the circle that served as the medium—and the deal began.

The circle flooded crimson once more, and the demon was summoned...

"Human... was it you who called me?"

"It... it worked... ha..."

The earth shuddered faintly, and the demon that emerged wore the shape of an imp. Its black sclera—colors inverted—held piercing crimson irises that matched the magic circle's glow, and those eyes fixed on me as though they could see straight through me.

"I shall ask once more. Did you summon me?"

"Yes... I called you... That woman there—no, my mother. Please, bring her back to life..! Whatever you desire, I'll give—"

"A deal, is it... kheheh. It has been a long while... Bring the woman to me."

I approached the demon with Mother gathered in my arms.

"A beautiful creature... she pleases me... kheheh."

"..."

"Very well—I shall save her. But know this: from this moment on, your mother's flesh will survive only by spreading her legs and milking seed from a man's cock!"

"Wh... what...?"

"And you—each and every time your mother debases herself lusting for cock, you will bear witness..!"

"Ghhk—!!! My... my eyes...!!!!"

"Lastly, you are forbidden to ever lay hands on your mother's holes. That... is the price!!! Kheheheheh."

The terms the demon demanded in exchange for Mother's life were beyond reason—but it was already too late. The instant it spoke its second condition, agony lanced through my eye, like an awl boring into the socket. And when it delivered its final condition after the second, that same torment kindled in my cock.

"GRAAAAAAH!!!! GKKHHH!!!!! AAAAAGH!!!!!"

My screams tore across the grassland in every direction, and with a laugh that curdled the blood, the demon sank back into the circle and was gone. I endured the endless agony a few seconds more before the world went dark. Everything after that... I cannot remember.

"Wake up, child."

When I came to, I was lying in the home of Grandmother Mirel, the village's only doctor. If the deal had succeeded, Mother should have been nearby. She was nowhere to be seen.

"Ugh... wh-where's Mother? Where is she?"

"She's out training just now... Are you hurt anywhere, dear?"

"I'm fine... Mother... I have to see her..!"

Mother was alive. The deal had gone through. An emotion too large for my chest surged up as though my stopped heart had started beating again—whether it was joy or dread, I couldn't tell. I rose from the bed and headed straight for the door.

"You're up."

It was Mother. Bathed in the warm sun as if nothing had ever happened, she looked utterly, impossibly whole. Clad in her jet-black armor, training without fail each and every day to become a finer knight—she hadn't changed one bit.

"Mother..! I'm sorry... I should have gotten there sooner..."

"You have nothing to reproach yourself for... The fault lies with me—for making a poor judgment, all to save you alone..."

"Mother..."

As if the memory of that brutal defeat had surfaced, a shadow spread across her unshakable face, dark as a rising fog. But there was nothing to be done. No knight, however great, could hold back a Monster Wave alone. In truth, Mother herself had fallen—and with our village's thin, undermanned guard, defeat would have come no matter who gave the orders.

"It's not your fault! In a village this small, a Monster Wave is... it's like a natural disaster. There was nothing anyone could do..."

"Thank you... so my son knows how to comfort this old mother of his... It seems like only yesterday you were small and precious..."

"I've been all grown up for ages, Mother, honestly~"

A bittersweet smile flowered on her face. Perhaps it was because so many had been lost in that battle. Even my mother, who always looked unbreakable, seemed to be struggling to accept the deaths of her closest comrades.

"Yes... with such a fine son at my side, perhaps I am a blessed woman after all..."

At the word blessed, the Deal with the Devil flashed through my mind—but I resolved to tell her nothing. If she learned I had bargained with a demon to bring her back, it would only break her heart.

And yet I could not simply wave away the demon's conditions, either. Mother's body now required semen simply to survive—she had been remade into a demon of lust...

Heavy with these thoughts, I left her to her training and slipped into the woods for a walk. I didn't know what any of it would bring her—but at the very least, I refused to let her learn of the deal. To discover that her own flesh had become a monster that aches to seduce men and covets their seed... that truth would be more than she could bear.

Lost in thought, staring blankly at the sky as I walked, I felt a spike of pain shoot through my eye.

"Ngh?! What the—"

I dropped to the ground, groaning against the pain. Without warning, my right eye burst forth with the same crimson light that had blazed from the magic circle, and something impossible began to unspool before my sight.

A Status Window. Almost certainly an effect of the demon's second condition.

"Seeing it laid out like this... it really hits home. A deal with a demon..."

What leapt out at me most from Mother's window was a single word: Virgin. Perhaps it was the handiwork of the time-reversal magic I had cast. I had returned her body to its most perfect state—and along with it, her hymen may well have been restored.

However long I had been lost in thought, I had somehow wandered deep into the forest. Monster Waves had swept this ground, but bandits or straggling monsters might still linger here. I had to head back.

So I turned and set one foot onto the path I had come by.

Thwip.

An arrow came flying straight at me.

I whipped around in alarm—a crew of burly men who looked like bandits had closed in on me without a sound, blades in hand, all of them staring.

"Hey. Hand over everything you've got."

"..."

"Give it up nice and easy, and we'll finish this quick. If not... well. You know how it goes."

A tall, lanky man leveled his blade's point at me as he spoke. A sickening grin was smeared across his face—the look of a man who wanted nothing more than to start torturing me right that second.

"I don't carry much on me. If you want it—would this book do?"

"A book? You fucking with me? Don't need that shit—so I guess you're gonna play with me instead. Kiheheh."

I had suspected from the start that this one wasn't after money or food. He was nothing but filth—a pleasure killer who got off on torturing and murdering people. My every instinct screamed to burn him alive, but I was all but drained of mana. Magic was beyond me now.

"So then... how shall we play? Shall I start with your legs? Or your hands...? Which would you like? Kiheh."

That loathsome laugh. If that man caught me, my end would be beyond hideous. I had to run—put as much distance as possible between us before he could lay a hand on me.

A brief stillness... He knew it too. He knew I would run. And I had no intention of being taken easily.

"Tag sounds fun~ But if I catch you, I'm slicing those legs off first..!"

"You're insane..."

In that hair-trigger moment, the first to move was neither him nor me—it was Mother. I hadn't even sensed her arrive, but with lightning footwork and a flawless stroke of her blade, she severed both of his wrists.

"GYAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!"

"Youngest!!!!"

The biggest of the bandits—the one who until then hadn't so much as twitched—went chalk-white and screamed.

"You have some nerve, coming to another's village and threatening my son. You will pay for that with your life."

"W-wait, please..!"

"Ghhh, Boss... my hands... ngh..!"

The man with the severed wrists lay writhing on the ground, howling in agony, while the big one crouched over him and pleaded for mercy.

"We're... we're sorry! Please, spare our lives—just our lives..! Sir Knight, our youngest didn't know what he was saying... please..."

"Strange. For a man who 'doesn't know what he's saying,' his blade seems already stained with a great deal of blood."

"Th... that's..."

"I will hear no pitiful excuses. A life taken is a debt paid in lives."

"Damn it..!! Then eat this!!!!"

Cornered by Mother's iron resolve, the man abandoned words altogether and hurled the explosive he'd been carrying straight at her. Before it could even detonate, Mother's blade had already split it in two. But perhaps it had never been an explosive to begin with—from the cut surfaces, a thick gray smoke came boiling out.

"Mother!!! Damn it, I can't see a thing..!"

With everyone's vision swallowed whole, I caught the sound of their footsteps bolting. Then came the rush of Mother charging after them—and so I stood there, blind to everything, waiting for the smoke to settle.

"Mother... are you all right?! Mother!!"

"I am fine... though it seems I failed to finish them all..."

When the smoke cleared, the scene that spread before me told the rest: Mother had beheaded every last one of them—all but the big one. She wasn't heaving for breath, wasn't sweating, hadn't shown the slightest strain. And yet, somehow, her color was bad.

I couldn't know what had happened in that smoke. But at the very least, Mother needed rest.

"Mother, let's go home for now. You don't look well..."

"...Very well."

I saw her home, then made for the Herb Workshop to gather herbs for a recovery potion. It had been mere hours—barely that—since Mother's resurrection, so I had convinced myself her pallor was simple exhaustion and set out to brew an Energy Potion. But soon enough, I learned how wrong I was.

Instantly, a blur flickered across my vision, as though my eye were straining to show me something I could not otherwise see. As the haze sharpened into clarity, I saw myself—walking Mother home.

It seemed to be showing me the past. But through Mother's eyes, not mine. When I closed the door and left, the viewpoint shifted abruptly—settling somewhere inside the house, seeing everything all too clearly.

So this was the demon's second condition: that I would watch, wherever I was, whenever Mother coupled with a man. The abruptness of it scrambled my thoughts. By the demon's decree, it could only mean Mother would soon be taking a man to her bed.

And yet, however long I watched, no man came for her.

Time slid by, and before I knew it Mother had changed into fresh clothes and was sitting in a chair with, inexplicably, an angry set to her face.

"Why does this aging body of mine... feel such lust... How shameful..."

Words I could not believe slipped from Mother's lips. My mother—the unshakable knight—was confessing, to herself, that she was aching with desire. Of course I had known it would come. Of course a body reborn as a succubus would change. But knowing it and accepting it were different things entirely.

"Was it the pressure of these leggings, from the instant I took their heads...? To be soaked this thoroughly already..."

Mother slipped a hand between her thighs, then drew it back out. Her fingers glistened, drenched.

Mother, who had gone her whole life with barely a thought for carnal appetite, soaked through by nothing more than the squeeze of leggings... It was a scene that laid bare exactly how far her body had been remade.

"...Still, a trifle like this is easily dealt with. A few good strokes and it will settle."

Without a flicker of hesitation, Mother pushed her fingers ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠into her pussy. My mother—so stern, so flawless—masturbating. It was a sight I could not comprehend.

Squelch... squelch... SCHLORP—

Her fingers churned her pussy, and obscene sounds flooded the room—yet Mother's face remained blank, and she let out not a single moan. Her cunt drooled girl-cum in a steady stream, heavier and heavier, and a flush of color finally crept into the cheeks of my expressionless mother.

After minutes of working herself, Mother's body gave a brief shudder—and she reached her first climax.

"Ngh?! Haah... haah... Unbelievable. Had more built up than I'd thought... and still..."

Even after that short climax, Mother seemed far from satisfied. At last she stripped off every stitch of clothing and, standing, began masturbating again.

"Ngh... before my son returns home... quickly..."

Her hand moved faster, and her pussy flinched and spasmed, spilling nectar in ever greater floods. When she finally noticed the floor beneath her going damp and slick with her juices, Mother—without pausing her fingers for an instant—rose and moved, descending toward the basement.

The sight of her waddling down the stairs, fingers still buried in her cunt, was so depraved that I felt ashamed to be watching.

"Haah?! Why does it only keep getting worse... ngh?! I cannot let my son see me in such a state... quickly..!"

What I saw once Mother reached the basement was, in a word, debauchery. Not an ounce of dignity remained—only my mother, coupled like a beast in heat, nothing before her eyes but the relentless churning of her own pussy.

Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, SCHLORP, squelch, SQUELCH—

"Nghh?! Nnh! Ngh! Hnnngh?! Nngh!! Nnhh!!"

In that basement, the only sounds were the wet sluice of her fingers in her pussy and the muffled, obscene whimpers of a woman fighting her own moans. Round after ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠round of fingering, until her cunt was spraying out a monstrous flood of juices—and still, Mother's hand did not stop.

After climax after climax, Mother at last seemed spent, and sank to her knees on the floor slick with her own juices. And then my eye went dark. To put it plainly—I could no longer see her.

Instinct told me the vision I had just watched was no illusion: something that had truly happened in the past, after I walked out that door. But I found I didn't want to know any more of the truth.

Shaken to the marrow, I gritted my teeth, forced my mind together, and finished brewing the potion. And when the work was done, I went home.

The house was quiet—Mother must have already gone to bed. And it was there, on the stairs, that I found it: a patch, still damp.

Everything I had seen... had truly happened.