I'm put on edge by the home-like feel of the inn when I walk in. It's horribly pleasant, and I dislike cozy atmospheres. But I sigh, examining the warm inn room I find myself in.

A matted, tan shag carpet covers the floor, and dirt sticks to its strands. A few black, cushioned chairs rest in a corner to my right, and a cream colored table with newsletters atop lies between them. Light pours in from the massive windows to the sides of the room, and no other source of light seems to be near.

Paintings hang on the walls; they all have a theme of nature, and they are typically flowers of some sort. I love roses, as they symbolize femininity and romance. But sadly, none of the shitty paintings are of these lovely blossoms.

A firm staircase stands directly in front of me, and the light wood appears fresher than the wood of the building. Strange. Finally, to my left, a counter with an elderly man behind sits on an old rocking chair with a leather-bound book in his slender mitts. He's likely not even noticed my presence. The book must be good. I stare closely to it, as I enjoy reading. I just don't have much time when I only have a half an hour to be me every hour.

I shake my head, deciding to ignore the story. I sometimes float off when I see something I like. My legs stroll over to the bald elder, whose white hair fell victim to gravity and found its way to his chin, and he peers up from his book and swiftly places it onto the counter. A gentle smile spreads on his pruny face, and a kind glint sparkles in his green eyes.

My fingers graze my beard stubble, and I glower when realizing I forgot about the grease. Fuck my life. "Hey, can I rent a room for the night?" I ask impatiently, and the man lowers his eyebrows. But he remains with the smile, likely since he doesn't wish to lose a customer.

"I have three. One is a single bedroom," he wheezes, his voice shaky. It's a faint sound like a breath of air, and it makes me realize he more likely than not has very little time left on Desiunea, this world. The ghastly coughing only solidifies this idea. Poor bastard, but I couldn't care less.

"How much is the single room?" I eagerly question, staring at my pathetic coin sack that dangles off my hip.

"Ten silver," he replies, and I sigh. Shit. It looks like it's time to barter. I hate bargaining with old men... They are greedy assholes that understand the game well.

"This place doesn't appear greatly busy. Without high demand, can I get the place for less? I have five silver." The man frowns with my offer, stroking his beard.

"The price is already low. Due to less demand, the prices need to stay at ten so we can afford to keep this place runnin'," he responds, and I sigh while he vehemently stares at me for his desired response of my acceptance.

I could give the whole Savite lie again, but I shouldn't throw that out too much. I don't want to be noticed more than I have to be. Fuck, this sucks. It's time to play pathetic, I suppose. Damn it.

"I apologize, but I only have eight coins on me. It's all I can offer," I sigh, exhausted and wishing to bathe already. The man looks down at the polished counter, and then back up at me. He puts his hand out, metal sticking out from the crevices of his bony hand. He nods his head in a way to suggest I put my hand under his, so I do as he wishes, my palm facing the ceiling.

"Take it for free. If a man as young as you is strugglin' with cash, you need as much as you can save till you find a career. Make sure to get a job as soon as possible," he lectures, and I smile in a way to suggest I'll listen. But I have things better to do than slave away at a menial labor job.

"Thanks, I appreciate it," I lie, merely wishing to be in his good graces. He releases what he holds, and a golden key with a silver five dangling off the side falls into my hand. I grasp it tightly, my hand cooling with the frigidity of the metal.

I turn away, giving a slight nod of thanks before heading up the wooden stairs. They infuriatingly creak with each step, but I choose to ignore while I venture to my room.

I reach the second floor, so I glance side to side. One, two, three, and no five. I'm hoping my level will be better than this one. The hole-riddled doors are very close, suggesting there isn't much living space. But worst of all, the rugs on this floor are caked in mud.

Grimacing in disgust, I gulp while I don't wish to see my floor. But it's not sick to my surprise. The carpets are without a speck of dirt, and only one door makes up the level. Mine. But I'm curious as to where four is. Hmm. Well, maybe people are too dumb to count? I shouldn't give humanity credit. It doesn't deserve it.

With a gleeful grin, I stroll to the glossy, spruce door, and I gently open it while a mellow breeze hits my body. The scent of old paper and some kind of woman's fragrance fill my nose, and I walk in deeper while closing the door behind me.

A basic bed with blue sheets rests in the left corner under a large painting of a rose. Finally, an elegant and beauteous rose. The walls are the same brick that's outside, and the floor is planked with a light-hued wood. A torch mounts on the wall, flickering as its light licks the walls. The room's width is the size of six men conjoined at the shoulder, so not too bad for an inn. A door lies to the right, and I'm assuming that's the restroom. Great, this fucking horrible grease needs to go.

And so, I hastily go through the door and tear the skin tight shirt from my body, struggling when it hits my ample chest. But I throw it to the floor, unzipping my pants with my hands reaching behind me, and I feel like the biggest idiot though Zero-One did this to me, a frown of shame on my lips. When I finally bring my pants below my firm ass, I kick them off with my underwear, and my shoulders lower.

As I gaze into the mirror that takes up most of the right wall, one thought fills my mind: I look piggish. A fucking piggy! My body glistens with oils and meat juices, making my blood boil. Then, my eyes shift down to my stomach. My fingers latch onto my flesh, and I hold some of my gut while staring aggressively at it with a scowl. I bite into my scarred lips, sighing worthlessly.

I dislike looking into the mirror. When one's cocky about their appearance, that may seem strange. But I can't stand my looks! Well, my mood fluctuates. When I stare directly at myself, I just... can't stop scrutinizing my flaws. I'm muscular, but I really could be more so. I'm thin, but I could be thinner. The same goes for most of my traits. They could just be so much better, but they aren't. And I see this whenever my eyes lie on any foul reflection, reminding me of myself.

However, one thing is interesting this time around. I usually don't see what I look like when I'm not groomed, as Zero-One takes care of it, but he didn't come out at a convenient time. So, I still have my stubble attached to my face. It looks somewhat masculine, and it may be better if it's longer. Hmm. It could hide my semi-chubby cheeks. I should prevent Zero-One from removing it.

That's only one fixed problem. I have so many more, and... and I don't think they'll ever go away.

Tenny, you're fine, sweetheart. Looks don't matter, and you're hot, no matter what you think. Besides, I'd love you even if you were a chunk of lard, the succubus daydream in my mind whispers, and I smile while wiping some water I don't recall leaving my eyes. I'm not sure when I created her, but she appeared one day when I desired sex more than anything, and I keep thinking about succubi and this one in particular. Hottie, you didn't create me, hun.

Huh. I don't think I'd make my dream say that unless I'm desperate. Typically, I have healthy boundaries between reality and wet dreams.

Tenny, I'm not a wet dream. I'm a wet reality. What the fuck? Gods, I can't be this bad off, can I? It's sad enough I pleasure myself with this dream, but I don't wish to have a delusion of it being anything but steamy fiction. Sweetie, please don't dismiss me. I love you. Come here; I want to play. Play? What the unwor does that mean? And how would I come into my mind? Wait, why am I pondering a thought I made?

Before I know what happened, my eyes twitch out, and they don't stop until everything around me is that of my imagination. My head spins and throbs, and I realize my succubus dream stands directly in front of me. She outstretches her thin arms, a beaming smile on her gorgeous face, and she hugs me with so much vigor that it forces the air from my lungs.

While her bat-like wings wrap around my body in some kind of cuddle, my eyes take in my surroundings. This all feels, smells, and appears so real.

A leather loveseat rests above a crimson throw rug in one of the corners of the large room. A glass coffee table with many wine glasses and bottles sitting on top dwells by it, and I'm wondering if it tastes since every other sensation seems to work.

Another corner has two wooden chairs side by side with large black cushions on them, and a few bookshelves rest against the wall. I like this place so far.

The other two sides of the room are entertainment, it seems. One has a plethora of drinks hanging on the wall, ranging from wine to whiskey. Some tables are nearby with fruit and different things to add to the drinks, along with nuts and crackers.

The better of the entertainment is undoubtedly the pleasure side. A massive bed with pomegranate sheets and tons of throw pillows stands near the side, and roses cutely swim in the waves of the blankets. The succubus must know of my love of roses, as they are all that's around for flowers; many paintings are in the room, and one fragrant rose hides, tucked away behind her subtly pointed ear.

I fade back to my situation, gazing at her loving, pink eyes while her lips sloppily leave tracks on my naked chest. I wish to take control of this case and show some passion my way or at least know what's going on, but her wings have wholly trapped my arms to my sides. They are stronger than I initially thought.

"H-Hey, you're squeezing. And I think we should talk a bit," I choke out, and she's immediately flustered, her pale cheeks turning into an adorable tomato shade.

Her wings fold behind her back, and she takes a few steps away from my body. But it's a bit of a shame, as her nude flesh warmed me. Now I'm noticing the chill in this room.

"I'm sorry, Ten. I'm just excited to see you, especially since you're here fully this time around. You usually only come in partially, so you can't take in everything," the succubus whimpers, fingering her right horn. I sigh, nodding.

"It's fine. I'm just confused," I start, pointing at her. "I thought you were this reoccurring dream. What the unwor are you? I don't remember making a fucking contract with a demon." Her eyes glaze over, and she covers them up from her hands. My tone must've been too harsh.

"Tenny, follow me. I'll explain," she sobs, and I follow her to the bed swiftly.

She places her bottom on the mattress, exhaling while she stares at me intensely. I sit beside her, and she swings her legs off the rim of the bed like a child. A smile tugs at my lips, as I can't help but grin when a woman acts youthful and cute.

"This is a lot of information. Can you take it?" She silently asks, her palm gravitating toward my hip. I snatch up her hand, entwining my fingers from habit.

"I can take a lot." I smile, desiring much to know how she found her way into my brain like a parasite. Her face brightens, and she pecks my cheek quickly.

"First, I'm a succubus named Solirra, and I'm twenty-two, so I'm a very young demon. I've never really been interested in merely using men. I don't increase my lifespan unless I feel I should, so I haven't killed many. I just really desire to settle down, but I'm incapable currently." Her lip begins to quiver, so I firmly hold her hand in mine. "My body is sealed away. I'm dying. I'm to be dead in a month. I-I got caught stealing the soul of a beggar; then I noticed my body was sealed into a carving within a cave when I came to. All I can do is dwell within the minds of men who crave sexual pleasure. I can't move, and my life is short. Please, Tenny, you're the man I wish to settle with, but I'm dying. Please save me from the Dresvij Mountains. I'm in a cave there, and it's obvious. The cave is near a huge willow tree."

My mind wraps in fluffiness, and I dumbly nod in agreement in my flabbergasted state. So, I have a young succubus in me, and she's at peak ripeness for my taste. She wishes to settle with a man, and it's me of all people. Oh, and she's trapped in a cave by a willow tree. Wait, she's trapped in a cave by a willow? What the fuck can I do about that?

But I already agreed, so her frown warps into a grin while she leaps and basically tackles me back onto the bed. Suddenly, she reminds me of a lioness, as I'm feeling closely like a worthless mouse with her body over mine.

As I change my position and lie on my back, she crawls above me with lustful eyes. Then, her arms pin down mine, and my heart jumps while my head numbs and falls victim to love's intoxication. Tingles flow through my veins and make everything seem to itch, and my anxious eyes shift all over her body. We join as one, and her lips softly release pleasured moans while I try to hold in my grunts.

"Thanks, Ten-Tenny," Lirra moans, and I smother her in kisses while my mind feels so caring.

However, my bad habit goes off, and I aggressively tip over, so I'm at the top. I lean in close to her face, kissing her forehead while I become more forceful. My hands clench her writs, and a smile of bloodlust seeps through my pleasured one. My fingers dig into her soft flesh, and the blood drains into my nails.

Lirra's eyes twitch when she stares at me as I bring one of her arms up to my face, tugging it because she resists to some degree. My tongue slides against the wounds I caused, and my eyes coldly gaze at her with notes of iron on my tastebuds, riling up my urges while my unused hand gropes at the air for nothing.

"Tenny, what are you doing?" Lirra yells, though she's still involved with sex, and I do not need to push it on her at this point. I thought she'd stop with that when I began to drink her sweet blood.

"Aw, you're such a cutie! You know that, babe? You honestly are a marvel of a bitch," I growl, leaving our oneness when I lose interest.

But I stay close, embracing her while she stiffens in my tense arms. My legs wrap around hers, and I cuddle closely, my cupped hands massaging her breasts. My chin burrows into her shoulder, and air from my nose gently blows onto her neck, making her shiver.

"Babe, don't worry too much. You're safe with me, right? Do you feel safe?" I question, holding her with more strength. My tongue drags across her neck before I smooch under her ear.

"I-I'm safe," Lirra stutters, and I wipe a tear from her eye, dabbing my tongue against it to take in the saltiness. I coarsely rip my fingers through her hair, growing bored and turning her to me.

A few frightened tears leave her shut eyes, and red takes over her cheeks. Lirra doesn't seem to wish to look at her future husband, so I should change that. I pull open her eyelids, smiling directly at her.

"Babe," I sweetly call. "Don't you dare look away from your fucking lover."

Suddenly, Lirra slaps my face with a hefty amount of force, and it stings. My hand grazes my cheek, and she crawls away on the bed. A pillow makes its way into her grasp, and she holds it halfway over her face while crying into it.

"Lirra," I mutter, gaining territory on her.

"Ten, please stay back. You're scaring me," she weeps, more tears leaving her eyes. Lirra is scared. What did I do? Oh, I drank her blood and forced myself on her. No, I didn't. Ye... No.

"Babe, what's there to fear? I'm naked. I have no weapons. What's the worst I could do?" I ask, chuckling. It increases in volume until I'm laughing. Then I stop completely. Her index finger points at my right eye, and I rub the back of my head. "You know I'm not going to use that."

"Tenny, why do you have eyes of my god, Elysiun? He's a demon's god, not a human's. How do you have those slate eyes?"

I smirk, ripping out the illusion that is my right eye. It doesn't hurt a bit, and it'll replenish when my time's up, so it's quite convenient.

I squeeze the eyeball, and it squishes out the ends of my hand while the part I hold becomes a dagger's handle. After sweeping my hand over the whole piece, an entirely black blade sits in my hand, and I stab it into the bed.

"Okay, okay, a human with a demon god's eyes may seem strange, but it's not. I just studied Elysiun as a child, and I guess he stuck to my memory. But, Babe, don't worry about it. Don't worry... about it," I gasp, my eyelids heavy. My body starts to tip, and I crash to the floor hard, my flesh slapping against it. With a groan, my eyes close, and my mind slips to that of my brother, launching me straight out of Lirra's dream world. Strange, the count didn't occur.

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