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I'm Stuck Managing The Hidden Village of Femboy Succubi 2
🕑 Added 2024-03-21 18:33:32 +0000 UTCSometimes bitter, sometimes sweet, and sometimes, unexpectedly salty, such was life.
Some might assume that the life of someone like me is all pleasure, all games, all play and no work, but that would be incorrect, and right now is a perfect example of what this means. My fingers are failing to relieve the pressure of the incoming headache as I rub at my temples, while at the same time, looking down into the problem that's brewing at the village.
I am, in theory, the highest authority as far as the humans are concerned within the Succubus Village. I am also, and this is not to sing my own praises, certainly the most reasonable person within the village.
Which means that, even though I am not, myself, a guardsman or as the Succubus call it "a bouncer", I am still called upon to resolve conflicts whenever they do pop up. Well, I might not be able to split skulls with a chop of my hand, but I can at least use my words, unlike a great deal of people that I could name, who seem convinced that the purpose of their mouths is to hold penises within them.
This is why I find myself not in my office, dealing with the incessant, unending paperwork, and instead, I find myself in a tent
"Sir," I said, raising my hands and getting between the client and the worker. In this case, it was Hydrangea. I spared a glance at the succubus. While almost all of the succubi had a very androgynous appearance and on average were shorter than humans, Hydrangea was a different sort and was in fact above average for humans, though coincidentally, you would never even imagine that he might be, well, a he despite his muscles. He had the most feminine build out of all the succubi in the village, and even struck an hourglass figure thanks to his extraordinarily thick and fat ass, which was extra pillowy and wide hips.
He also had the face of an enchanting prince from one of those romance novels meant for women. With succubi being unable to grow any sort of facial hair, he would never, ever, manage to look manly with those pretty cheeks, cute nose and soulful, ruby red eyes. On top of that, to match his height, he had extraordinarily long hair the color of dark red wine, and pouty lips.
The man, noticing I was distracted looking at the thong clad ass put on full display by Hydrangea, who was on all fours and recovering from the situation, pushed me off and glared at me.
He was a very large man, and was in fact about the average height of a succubus, making him nearly a head shorter than me. Goes to show how strange life is that I measure things like this. He was bald, rotund, naked, hairy, and had an absolutely huge dick that was still hard. It also looked dirty, gross, and he had both bad BO and I could even feel the sting of the smell of urine wafting off of him.
"Dah' lil' bitch ova de'," he said, massaging his jaw through a thick, scraggly black beard, scratching, "won' sug mah digh!!"
"Sir," I repeated, seeing that he was starting to get red. "Different lads at our establishment have different hygiene requirements, and Hydrangea requires that all clients bathe and clean themselves thoroughly or he will not service them," I explained.
Maybe in their past they would have taken whatever came. Hunger overcame standards after all. But now, myself, my ancestors and Malon have designed this town so that Succubi don't have to do that anymore, and to have as symbiotic a relationship with the world around us as possible, and that means not just acquiescing to the wealthy and powerful's desires, but also having them agree to our rules and respect our norms as well.
The man worked his jaw a little, and his words came less garbled. "You sayin' I ain' clean!?" he bellowed.
"Sir, you traveled a long distance to come here, and I believe the heat does not agree with someone from the colder north," I stated. I only had to look at his luggage once to know where he was from. Thick furs, warm clothes and food that can last a long time when refrigerated. "You have not yet had an opportunity to experience our amenities, have you?" I asked, as gentle as I could be to try to steer the angry man, who already had a red face, and who was already puffing up in anger, away from conflict.
And away from Hydrangea, mostly.
"Don'tcha know who the fuck I am boy!!" he shrieked. "I am Baron Derek!" he cried, "Carl von Derek in the flesh!"
Ah, lower nobility with delusions of grandeur. Explains why he's unfamiliar. Must have only recently learned about the secret of this village's existence, so he doesn't know the rules.
I was, thus, prompt to be firm. If he is not going to keep the peace and understand our rules, norms, regulations, precautions and safety measures, then he is not a client we want in our village... as much as he thinks this place exists for his pleasure, it does not, and I won't have the succubi doing the equivalent of eating out of a garbage pit.
He was already turning to Hydrangea, and I could see he had intentions of continuing to be violent, perhaps escalate to actually hurting the succubus, and that simply was unacceptable.
This is not a cheap brothel that puts little care into the wellbeing of its workers, this is a village that performs an exchange of goods and services, and I won't have his ilk ruining my family's legacy.
I once again stepped between the naked fat man and the Succubus that was wiping his mouth, having vomited after trying his best to pleasure his client only for it to turn out horribly due to the man's hygiene.
As I did this, the so called Baron Derek put hands on me once again, but I resisted this time, and shook his hands off. I'm not exactly a fighter but then neither is he. His immense weight still made him a threatening figure should he put his weight into attacking me, so I immediately pushed him back and away from Hydrangea's bed.
"Sir Derek," I said, pushing him, "if you continue with this behavior I will have to summon security and have you escorted to our detention center and you will be permanently banned from the village," I explained, pushing him out of the room, even as he tried to catch himself.
He clearly didn't expect a 'mere employee' to put hands on him, and probably was only now remembering that his guards weren't present.
While many nobles came to conduct business at the succubus village, as it was a safe place with many a private room to conduct private business in, where none but succubi that couldn't care less about human affairs worked, it was actually not a place that was constantly infested with armed men going out and about.
It really only takes one silly attempt at trying to take us over by coming in with a whole bunch of guards at once and then starting a coup in our own village for us to not want to deal with that again, so we banned guard entourages ever since that happened.
Now Baron Derek was starting to realize that he wasn't in any position to intimidate me, as I'm taller than him and in better shape, and on top of that, what guards there are will be jumping to my defense, not his.
"You, you wretched-"
He threw my hands off of his body and made as if to grab me.
But then a large hand clamped down on his shoulder. Though few, there are other humans beside me in this village after all... and while the Succubi are all slender and effeminate... let's just say that the humans who have been helping and protecting them for generations have built themselves to perform that task.
And Montero was an example of that, so much so that most of us here called him Mountain, because that's what he looked like. Head and shoulders above me, wide as the broad side of a barn and with rippling muscles that seemed carved out of stone, he moved with purpose and heavy steps, and we had an entire budget dedicated to replacing his shirts when he flexed too hard and destroyed them.
More importantly, he was now the one holding the fat bastard back.
"What's the matter boss man," Montero said, "is this guy looking for trouble?" he asked.
"Unhand me you cur, I am-"
Montero squeezed his shoulder and the so called Baron let out a whining scream of pain.
"Monty, do me a solid, take this guy to cool his heels in a cell, maybe give him some supplies to clean himself up, maybe when he's a little more sober he'll have the presence of mind to apologize yeah?"
"You got it boss man," he said, throwing a thumbs up with his free hand, then grabbed Baron Derek by the back of the head and shoulder and began to march him away, even as the fat man continued to cry out in pain, complain, and demand he be let go.
With that done, and with the man being dragged away, I ignored the pile of his clothes, I'd send someone to deal with that later, and got back into the room where Hydrangea was still waiting.
When I got in, I saw that Hydrangea was almost certainly done for the day after that experience, because he was already wearing puffy pajama pants and was buttoning up a sleep shirt, sat on the bed he would've shared with the client if it hadn't turned out to be an idiotic asshole.
I sat beside him and put a hand around his shoulders, and he rested his head on my shoulder. "Are you okay Gea?" I asked, rubbing his shoulder and arm as I did.
"Y-Yeah," Hydrangea said. "Thank you for helping, I just-"
I spared a glance at the washbucket in the room, which would normally just contain clean water, now filled with rather disgusting contents. As I did, I hugged Hydrangea tighter, and even used my other hand to pick him up by his legs and help him up onto my lap, ensuring that he was comfortable and continuing to hug and comfort him.
A lot of these assholes don't realize that as much as they love sex, feed from it and wish for it, they are more than just objects to satisfy your lust upon. Succubi are people with feelings and thoughts of their own.
I rubbed Hydrangea's back as he relaxed, trembling a little.
Just because some of them get off on pain doesn't mean all of them do, and though Hydrangea won't bruise, his body will bear no marks, I know that the pain is still real, and the moment of fear when the sense of safety is taken away can leave scars that the naked eye can't see.
"It's okay now, he won't be allowed to touch you ever again," I whispered into the effeminate succubus' ear, raising my hand to his head as he curled up on my lap. "You don't need to do any more work tonight, if you're still hungry we'll call some of the boys over and you can spend some time relaxing, we'll play board games."
He hummed and moved so he could place a kiss on the side of my neck.
"Boss Will," he muttered. "I'm still hungry... but I dont want to let go..." he said, raising his long legs, the perfection of their shape drawing my eye from the thick thighs to the perfected shape of his calves and the slim, dainty little foot and the painted toenails, he was even wiggling his toes to draw my attention to them, knowing what his best feature was.
"You little minx..." I muttered.
"Ain't nothing little about me Boss Will," he said with a wink.
To be fair, compared to other succubi, that down there was impressive, but for his height, it looked positively tiny, and could barely make a bulge show on his pajama pants.
"If you're okay maybe you want to keep working then?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
His arms were wrapped around me and tightening up. "Mhm... I dun wanna," he said. "Can I sleep with you tonight Boss Will?" he asked. "No... no sex, I just-"
"Yeah, yeah, it's okay."
Incidents of violence were very rare... Jokes aside, I can tell he's pretty shaken up, so I managed to get on my feet, raising the succubus with me. He might not be light as a feather, but I've heard and read a tale or two of a knight gaining great strength for the sake of the lady they defend, in my case, I suppose it's not exactly a lady, but then, these lads of mine have been known to make the most bluff and reticent of men yield to their wiles.
Maybe I get it a little now. Even I'm not a stone.
As I came out of the room, I saw that the area was already clear, the hallways were deserted... security had likely already moved any curious onlookers away and gotten them to move elsewhere if any had come to check on what the fuzz was and why a fat man was being dragged around naked.
I carried the pajama clad succubus to my own private room in the facilities, and then settled him into bed.
As promised, we simply cuddled in bed, though I did have to take off my clothes as I had only my work clothes on me and those are quite uncomfortable to sleep in.
With only a thin sheet to cover us due to the heat, we settled on bed. Well, I was on the mattress, Hydrangea was mostly curled up against me and on me, resting his head on my chest.
Managing this place is about a lot more than money or sex, sometimes it's also about managing the mental and emotional state of the succubi, as they are absolutely awful at managing themselves sometimes.
And so I closed my eyes and let the shaken up succubus simply spend the night with me after having a bad and abusive client. Because that's what someone who cares does.
And then the little minx woke me up before first light because he was hungry... what I do for these people, I swear...
