-Ding!
{Purchase Confirmed:
1x Black Recurve Bow (Common)
1x Leather Quiver
30x Broadhead Arrows (Common)
1x Archer's Thumb Ring
Total Cost: 987
Lusty Nibbles Remaining Balance: 573 Lusty Nibbles
Items stored in the Inventory}
Pulling up the storage interface with a quick thought, a clean grid system right out of a survival game popped up where each piece of my new equipment sat neatly in its own square slot.
Focusing my intent on the black recurve bow, I watched a shimmer of blue light spark over my open palm before the weapon materialized directly into my grip. The smooth black bow felt perfectly balanced as I ran my thumb over the string, giving it a quick test pluck.
It was time to see exactly what four extra points in Strength actually meant, so I squared my shoulders and raised the weapon before pulling back into an empty draw.
A hundred and fifty pounds of draw weight would have torn my rotator cuff this morning, but now the string pulled back with a heavy, steady resistance as I locked my drawing hand against my jaw to anchor the tension.
Ten seconds bled into twenty, and I held the full draw for thirty seconds straight without my muscles even shaking.
I could feel the dense, coiled power settling into my newly upgraded back and shoulders, bringing a surge of satisfaction that made me want to push the hold even further just to find my absolute physical limit.
But before I could test that limit, a soft knock echoed from the heavy wooden door, pulling my attention away from the gear.
"Room service," a thick, warm voice called out from the hallway.
I smiled, carefully easing the tension off the string and sending the bow back into the inventory.
[The gear can wait.]
I dismissed the bow with a quick thought and watched it dissolve into a shower of blue light before it vanished into my inventory, before walking over to the door to slide the deadbolt back and pull it open.
That fox-woman stood waiting in the dimly lit hallway with a small wooden tray holding a pitcher of water and a single cup. But her posture was entirely too relaxed for a normal innkeeper making a late-night delivery. She looked up at me with sharp golden eyes lined in heavy crimson makeup, and that same knowing, cheeky smirk from downstairs spread across her lips.
"Room service," she purred before brushing right past me to step into the room without waiting for an invitation.
The sheer proximity of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen hit my system like a physical blow.
A heavy wave of cherry blossoms and exotic spice washed over me as she walked by, causing my heart rate to immediately hammer into overdrive. My blood practically boiled, and my passive Incubus's Scent violently flared up in response to my skyrocketing arousal.
The air in the small room instantly grew thick enough to choke on as I pushed the door shut and clicked the deadbolt back into place.
She set the tray down on the small wooden table without turning around, but I could literally see my pheromones affecting her.
She just stood there with her back to me while shifting her weight to make her plump hips sway perfectly, letting the crimson fabric of her kimono dip dangerously low in the back to show off plenty of skin.
Her golden fox ears suddenly twitched as the dense, musky air hit her lungs, and a faint, rosy flush immediately started creeping up the back of her pale neck.
"I thought you might be parched after your long journey, traveller…" she said, though her voice caught slightly on the last word, betraying the heavy physical toll the room's temperature was starting to take on her.
I didn't bother answering as I stepped right up behind her and closed the distance until my chest almost brushed her back.
Reaching out, I let my fingers trace the curve of her waist, savouring every inch of the softness while dumping my active intent straight into the physical contact.
Lustful Touch slammed into her like a truck to shatter whatever composure she had left, making her entire body jolt hard against me.
A sharp, ragged gasp escaped her lips as the flush darkened across her neck and shoulders, causing my own arousal to spike even higher and feed the scent loop until the room felt like a sauna.
I waited for her to melt into a puddle like the Sergeant had. Instead, she forced out a low, throaty chuckle.
It sounded breathless and strained under the weight of my pheromones, but the vibration sent a warning shiver straight down my spine before she leaned back to press her soft curves heavily against my chest.
Her body was undeniably reacting and burning up with desire, but she absolutely refused to lose her head. She fought the suffocating heat and felt entirely in control as she leaned into the touch, acting like she was testing my limits rather than succumbing to them.
"A charm-type demon…" she mused in a low, evaluating tone.
She tilted her head back to look up at me with pupils blown wide enough to nearly swallow her irises, but the calculated sharpness behind her gaze remained completely intact despite her heavy breathing. "You look like you're from good stock. But even so, did you really think a little touch was enough to break my mind?"
[Wait. What?]
Before I could even process the fact that she casually called out my race, she spun around smoothly and slipped right out of my grip to face me.
The air in the room suddenly shifted and grew impossibly dense as her eyes glowed a demonic red, before turning into slits, while the single fluffy golden tail swaying behind her suddenly blurred.
One became two, then four, then six. And within a fraction of a second, nine massive fox tails unfurled from behind her to almost completely fill the small inn room.
They brushed against the walls and curled over the bed before wrapping possessively around my legs.
The sheer magical pressure radiating off her made the hairs on my arms stand straight up, and the air felt so heavy on my lungs it was like I had just stepped into the deep end of a pool.
[Holy shit!]
She wasn't just an innkeeper. She was hiding an absurd amount of power behind that counter downstairs, and she was currently sizing me up to see if I was worth claiming like some kind of breeding stud.
The sheer, overwhelming danger of the situation didn't trigger my flight response at all; it just made me insanely hard.
A feral grin spread across my face as my arousal hit an absolute peak, causing my passive scent to detonate into the room and push right back against her heavy magical pressure in a clash of pure, unadulterated lust.
"I could smell the demon on you the second you walked into my tavern, my traveller," she whispered before stepping right back into my personal space.
She pressed her plush chest firmly against me and reached up with a perfectly manicured finger to trace my jawline.
Her breath felt hot and ragged against my skin as she looked at me like a prize she fully intended to claim. "I just wanted to see what kind of demon was brave enough to try to seduce me under my own roof."
"I like to aim high," I said softly without backing down.
I reached out and grabbed her thick waist again to pull her flush against me. She let out another soft gasp as the sudden friction hit her, proving that even if she was a monster hiding in plain sight who wanted to conquer me, my overdrive Incubus bloodline wasn't something she could just shrug off.
"Let's see if you can handle a real meal," she purred while her lips brushed right against mine, her patience slipping as the feedback loop of my scent wrapped around her brain.
"Don't worry, I'm a very big eater…" I whispered back before closing the distance and crashing my lips onto hers as her nine tails wrapped entirely around me.