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The Merchant of New Borealis Ch. 1 (Original)
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Summary: You begin your adventure, not knowing of the dangers, and monsters, you were going to soon encounter...
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You sigh as you hike down the path leading right out of town.
The coastal town of Port Neo was the first stop for most newcomers to New Borealis, yet you weren’t able to sell a single damn trinket. No one seemed excited to buy your wares, save for your most prized possession, your Bag of Holding, and no way you were selling that.
How the hell would you carry all of your trinkets if not for your magic bag? Giving it up would be nice in the short term, but a pain in your rear in the long.
You came to this new, young country to live the good life. Promises of a fresh start were in every newspaper across the world, and you really thought you could have started your business here. You hoped on the first boat out of Oakward, spending most of your savings on this trip.
It was go big, or die, because you didn’t have the money to go home. At this rate, you’re going to run out of food in the next few days unless you buy more, and to do that, you needed to sell some stuff.
Maybe the next town will bear better fruit.
So here you are, leaving Port Neo, on the dirt path to the next town over. Despite your recent failure to sell your wares and assorted goods, you’re hopeful that tomorrow will bring riches your way.
Someone’s got to want your product, right?
You keep walking, taking out your map to look at your path. There’s a fork in the road up ahead, with the straight path leading you through a forest before you reach the town, while the other path takes the long way around the forest.
You could cut your travel down to two days, maybe even less if you cut through the forest. Might be a bit more difficult, but you’ve ran into worse problems on the road. It’s just like your old man used to say.
‘Neither rain, nor sleet, nor snow, nor shine will stop a good merchant from selling their wares!’ Of course, he died in a simultaneous avalanche and flood, so maybe that advice was a bit ironic.
Was ironic the word? Questions for later, you suppose.
You keep walking until you see the forest in the horizon. The sun’s starting to set, so maybe you should make camp outside, and head through in the morning?
You pause as you notice a sign standing between you and the forest. You walk closer to inspect it, taking a few moments to read it. The message is in Boreanis, which you have only just started to learn.
“Warning. Go… around the Dark...Forest. Uh, inside…?” You can’t read that word. What is that word? You don’t recognize it from the book you read.
It’s obvious the sign is telling you something bad is inside the forest, but what? Raiders? Cannibals? Bandits?
“What is that word?”
“Which word?”
“This one.” You pointed at the word, before your eyes slowly widened. You slowly turn around as you realize the figure looming behind you. You come face to breasts with a woman as she continues.
“Oh. That means, ‘Demis.’ The sign is warning you of Demis around and in the forest. Do you not know what those are?”
You step back, eyes taking in the alluring and captivating sight. The woman in front of you is barely wearing anything, only a few straps of leather and cloth covering her chest, and acting as boots and gloves for her. The clothes she’s wearing resembles a leotard, except there aren’t any shoulder straps and the entire middle is gone, exposing her slim stomach. Yet that’s not what you focus on.
You’re focusing on her skin, skin that’s almost purple in color. Her amber eyes stare at you, almost glowing as you realize her eyes aren’t white, but a deep, almost overwhelming black. Her long hair almost matches the same shade of her skin, but it isn’t the hair you focus on as you see the large, slightly curved horns on her head.
Her fangs, yes, fangs, gleam in the light of the setting sun as her tongue licks her dark purple lips. She smiles at you as you notice something moving in the corner of your eyes. You glance down, and you’re not sure what you saw earlier. Was it her large, bat-like wings that are connected to the base of her spine, slowly moving up and down, or was it the long tail with an upside down shaped heart at the end of it, swishing back and forth?
Wait, what.
“Here’s an example.” She moves forward, hovering off the ground as she leans toward you. Her sharp teeth gleam as she grins. “Succubus, like me, are a type of Demi that just loves feasting on the essence of young, horny people like you. So much so, we pluck our favorites right out of this reality and into our realm, so we can get their essence whenever. We. Want.” Her fingers, ending in long, violet nails, crawls up your arm as she smirks.
“I...I… Succubus?” you squeak out.
“That’s right. Very good.”
You’ve never heard of such a thing. Of course, right now you’re more concerned about what she said is true. She floats closer, her amber eyes glowing as she opens her mouth, biting at the air. Her teeth make a quiet clack as she licks her fangs.
“I’m a Succubus, and you are my dinner. If you lay down and relax, I’ll make this easy on you. Resist, and we’ll have to do this the fun way. Well, fun for me. Not so sure about you.” Her arm brushes against her large breasts, making them sway as her other hand reaches for your neck. “Pick your poison, human.”
She clearly doesn’t think much of you. Maybe you can surprise her by fighting back? Grab her hand, maybe throw her on the ground. Disorient her, or just make yourself too difficult of a meal for her to eat?
It could work, if you’re fast enough. Maybe.
Then there’s the forest behind you. There’s still time. You can make a run for it, escape this crazy Succubus thing in all the trees. Course, the forest is supposed to have even more Demis in it…
Does that mean more Succubus, or something even worse? Maybe better? You don’t know!
Then there’s the final option. Follow her advice and just relax. Let her take your essence, whatever that means. As you consider this option, you find your eyes combing over her voluptuous, curvy body.
She is really pretty. Gorgeous. With long, flowing hair and the prettiest eyes and those huge boobs and… and you can feel your dick throbbing as she floats ever closer. Your is getting hard, nearing its full size, almost like its a timer for how long you have left to pick an option.
Fight, Run, or Surrender. What are you going to do?!
