DISCLAIMER

The following story contains references to various content from the game World of Warcraft, owned by Blizzard Entertainment. I claim credit for the story, but not anything in the story that originally belonged to Blizzard Entertainment.

Rated M for language and mature content.

Now with that hopefully out of the way…

Marten Ridley groaned. Rays of sunlight came sneaking through the blinds drawn over his window, filling his entire bedroom with light. Stubbornly he kept his eyes closed, enjoying the peacefulness of the morning. But eventually his eyes fluttered open. Sighing, he threw back the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

He slept in the nude, save for a basic pair of underwear. As he did nearly every morning he absentmindedly ran his fingers over his scar on his lower abdomen. Orikferil had given him that but he had more than earned it, a persistent reminder of his arrogance. Hair modestly covered his chest and was sprinkled over his arms and legs, less than one would think. Marten stood up and stretched.

"My my, master. Such a stud."

Marten immediately stumbled backwards in shock, bumped into his bed, and fell back onto it. "Elerneth?!" he exclaimed. "The hell are you doing here? I didn't summon you!"

"Shh," was her only response. "I've been wanting to do this for a looong time." Slowly she started walking toward him, hips swaying sensually and her long, bare legs creeping steadily closer.

Marten woke with a start, jolting up in his bed. Breathing hard he held himself up with an elbow and a hand, eyes wild. Glancing around, he saw that the room was empty. Nobody was there.

He collapsed onto his back again, staring at the ceiling. Closing his eyes again, he breathed in deeply through his nose and covered his eyes with a hand, then brought it down to his nose, mouth, then rested it on his neck and opened his eyes again.

For the second time he threw back his sheets and swung his legs over the bed, stood up, and stretched. Yet to be jumped by a demon, he took this as a good sign and grabbed his shirt from the night table next to the bed and shrugged it on.

"What on Azeroth am I going to do with that succubus," he wondered as he finished getting dressed. It had been a few days since the incident in Elwynn Forest, when they'd been attacked by the two bandits that then got slaughtered by his Vilefiend.

Now fully clothed, he walked to his window and drew back the blinds. Here he found another difference between this and the dream; here it was pouring rain, leaving the cobble roads slick and shining. Lots of that lately. Sighing, he drew the blinds again. Now that he thought about it, he could probably have Elerneth out if he never left his house. But did he want her out now?

Resolving to deal with the constantly horny demon, he spoke the incantation. He knew it so well at this point that he forgoed checking the book, which she doubtless would have disapproved of.

Elerneth's hooves made dull thuds against his wooden floor as she stepped through the portal and looked around. "This is where you live? It's better than the Twisting Nether I'll grant you, but you deserve so much nicer, master."

Marten simply crossed his arms and stared her down. Having expected a response, she glanced at him and giggled when she saw the stern look on his face. "Have I done something, master?"

"I think you have, yes."

She smiled innocently. "What might that have been?"

"Succubi primarily use spells to subtly seduce their targets, but if they know how they can use most types of magic. And there are a good few ways that they could use those magics to mess with people's dreams."

Her smile became a grin. "It worked, then! Tell me, master… did you enjoy my gift?"

"No! I cannot believe I have to say this, but don't mess with my head!"

Elerneth pouted. "I thought you'd like it. Did you even see the whole thing?"

"... I woke up after not-you started walking forward."

"Aww! You didn't see any of it then!"

"I saw plenty. More than enough, in fact."

"Oh, I think you'd change your mind if you saw the rest."

"Well we'll never find out, will we?"

Elerneth smiled devilishly, but Marten had turned around to get his spellbook so he didn't see. Just about then, his stomach growled. Elerneth gasped. "Have you not eaten yet, master? I'll go get something!" She rushed out the door and down the stairs, every hooved step audible.

"Elerneth, wai—" but she was gone. Marten threw his hands in the air in exasperation. "What is going on with her!"

A few minutes later he heard the thuds signalling her return. Louder and louder they got until finally she ran through the door. Marten swiveled to look at her. She was holding a plate on which was a lone piece of bread generously slathered with rich, golden honey gleaming and glowing. He was immediately suspicious.

"Where did you get this?" he asked as he accepted the plate with one hand. "I don't have any honey."

"Oh, yeah you do! It was shoved way back in one of the cupboards." Marten shrugged. He had no organization of his kitchen so she was probably right. "Your floors are filthy, by the way." Marten picked up the slice of bread and took a bite. The sticky honey covered his lips and filled his mouth, barraging his taste buds with the ultra-sweet sauce. He closed his eyes and appreciated as the honey he could have sworn he didn't have seemed to be the best thing he had ever ta—

He spat it out, throwing the plain piece of bread to the floor in fury. Whipping his head around to face Elerneth, he pointed a finger angrily at the ruined food.

"That was another of your damn spells wasn't it!" he hissed at the succubus.

Elerneth giggled. "Very perceptive, master."

"What is up with you lately! I'm surprised you're even able to do any of that to me, having been bound properly."

"It's because none of what I'm doing is harmful. In fact, it's good for you."

"Bullshit."

Elerneth simply raised an eyebrow at him inquisitively. Thinking about it, he guessed that it would have to be harmless, or it would have been literally impossible for her to do it. Looking back at the bread, the honey was now gone. The honey that had actually tasted really good. Looking back at Elerneth, she just smiled sweetly at him. Shaking his head exasperatedly, he picked up the bread and put it back onto the plate he was still holding, then headed downstairs. "Stay here," he tossed over his shoulder when he heard Elerneth start to follow. She probably pouted.

He sighed when he entered his kitchen. No wonder he'd fallen for her trick so easily, it was chaos in here. Leaving the plate on an already crowded countertop, he unwrapped a blueberry muffin he'd bought from a bakery the other day. They were starting to go stale, so he had to finish them or throw them out soon. Grabbing a second, he headed back upstairs.

Entering his bedroom he saw Elerneth sitting on his bed, legs swinging back and forth. She raised an eyebrow at him upon seeing his breakfast, but he ignored that. Moving aside the blinds to check the weather, he discovered that it was the same dreary rain as it had been ten minutes ago. Creasing his lips, he picked up his spellbook and made for his bed. "Scooch," he said to Elerneth, who obediently shimmied to the side to make room. Sitting down next to her, he opened to a spell apparently named Demonbolt that he'd been studying.

A few minutes passed like this as Marten devoted all his attention to the new spell. Soon realizing that he was too preoccupied to pay attention to her, Elerneth huffed and hopped down from the bed. Marten glanced up, but she wasn't really doing anything so he went back to the book.

Elerneth examined her master's bedroom. It was sparse in the extreme - the door in the middle of the southern wall; a bed shoved against the eastern wall; a night table above the bed; a chair in the northeastern corner; a desk against the northern wall, a window above; and a dresser against the western wall. From what she had seen of the kitchen, that was a hopeless mess, and she wasn't sure the rest of the place would be much better.

"Master, why do you live in a dump? You deserve so much nicer!"

"I seem to recall you saying once that the Twisting Nether - where you live - is literally nothing. There's nothing there, anywhere, ever. And you judge my place?" he retorted without looking up from the book.

"I've already said it's better than the Twisting Nether, but that's a bar so low as to be nonexistent. The Legion once invaded a world where the people had their self-worth, social status, and respect all stemming from their architecture. Everything was beautiful. Of course, those brutes destroyed everything, but not before I got to explore a fair bit. I still remember it all. It would put this place to absolute shame."

"If you're so knowledgeable about interior design, why don't you do something about it then? ..."

Elerneth gasped excitedly. "Ok!" She immediately turned and sprinted downstairs. Marten looked up and started to say something, but she was already gone. Marten rolled his eyes.

"Oh, master! I'm finished, come look!"

Marten sighed. Marking the page, he set the spellbook to the side and stood up. Immediately his legs started tingling painfully after being inactive for so long, and he winced and stood still for a minute so it went away.

"Hurry up, master!"

"Calm down, Elerneth, I'm coming."

"Oh, yay!"

When he arrived downstairs he found Elerneth standing in wait. Borderline giddy, she was having trouble containing her energy. She looked like she was about to start bouncing off the walls.

Looking around, she hadn't done as much as she had made it sound like she could. His 'living room' had been borderline empty before, with a couple chairs and a table. Now, though— wait.

"Elerneth, where did you get all this furniture? I didn't have any of it before, and certainly can't afford this high quality."

"Oh, I just portaled it in from… someplace, somewhere. Arcane magic sure is fun to play around with," she said sweetly.

Marten stared. "Elerneth! You can't just steal a couch from someone's house!"

She tilted her head sideways at him. "Why not?"

"Because that's wrong! Can you portal it back?"

"I could portal it somewhere. It might be wherever it came from. Probably not though."

Marten covered his face with his hands. "Honestly, what am I to do with you?"

"But you haven't even tried it yet! Come on." Elerneth happily bounded over to the couch now shoved against the wall, collapsing into it with a happy sigh. Marten shook his head but followed, walking over to take a seat next to the succubus.

"What's the big dea— ooohhhh…"

"See?" Elerneth said.

"Yeah, yeah. Fine. Alright. It can stay." Marten sighed luxuriantly, melting into the enveloping leather. Elerneth smiled.

"Isn't this better? You deserve only the best, master, and I aim to provide it." No response came, and Elerneth realized he had fallen asleep. She giggled and stood up, taking the opportunity to admire his young, handsome face devoid of wrinkles and with a strong, defined jawline, currently peaceful and relaxed. Smiling wistfully, she realized that now was the perfect time to renovate his room as well. Excited, she made his way to the stairs, walking slowly so as not to make any loud thuds on the wooden floor.

Entering her master's bedroom finally free of supervision, she realized as she looked around that it actually wasn't that bad if you only considered the furniture's placement. It's just that the floor was covered with clothes, there was dust everywhere, and the furniture was low quality. Elerneth grinned. She could fix all those things.

Marten woke up with a start. Looking around, he found himself in his living room, collapsed on his new love seat. He remembered then what happened, but Elerneth was nowhere to be seen…

Standing up with a groan, he realized she wasn't anywhere in the living room. Knowing his house only had the living room and his bedroom, he made his way up the stairs.

Marten opened the door to his bedroom to find himself in a completely different room from where he expected to be. All the clothes were gone. Everything had been dusted. His chair, dresser, table, and bed had all been replaced with vastly superior versions of all of those, looking expensive.

And there was Elerneth, standing next to his bed with her back to him.

"There you are! What is all this?"

"Oh, but master, I think I should be asking you… what's this, hm?" She turned around, smirking, holding a photo of a gorgeous woman at a beach, scantily clad in a bikini.

Marten leapt forward and snatched it out of her hands. "Give me that! You had no business rummaging around in my stuff."

"Would you have rathered I left everything in your dresser when I portaled it away, and then you wouldn't have it at all?"

Marten didn't even mention that she didn't need to upgrade his furniture. Whether because he knew it was useless or because he didn't really mind was hard to determine exactly. He turned away from Elerneth, gazing forlornly at the picture.

Elerneth, after a few seconds, gently placed her hand on his arm. "Who is she?"

"She was my girlfriend. Back when I was still a soldier, on the front lines…"

"Was? Did something… happen?"

"She died."

"...how did it happen?"

Marten didn't know why he was talking about this to Elerneth, but still, he did. "We were soldiers together. Trained together. Went to war together. Grew to be close friends. Then… closer than friends. But then… it was in a battle. I was right next to her when it happened. I watched an orc drive a sword all the way through her torso. I watched her go limp and fall to the ground, dead. And I watched the orc grin. Then I watched that orc join her in death from an arrow in the heart, so I didn't even get to avenge her myself."

Elerneth said nothing, only wrapping her arms around his chest from behind him. Marten laughed. "You don't need to try and comfort me. It's been years, I've gotten over it. And I'm surprised at you, Elerneth. It would seem you actually care."

"Of course I care, you dummy. What, have you still not picked up on that by now?" Now it was Marten's turn to be silent.

A minute or so passed like this before Elerneth's hands started grazing down his front, coming down to paw at his crotch as she whispered sensually in his ear. "So, you said you were closer than friends… did you get to give her this?"

Marten whirled around and backed up, staring at Elerneth as she grinned back at him wickedly. "What is with you today? You're always like this, but not usually to this extent."

Elerneth started walking slowly forward. "I asked first. Answer my question, I'll answer yours."

Marten grunted. He could force her to speak, but he didn't really like taking advantage of his mastery over his demons thanks to the summoning spell. He preferred to cooperate. "...no. No, I didn't."

Elerneth was closer now, and didn't stop her approach. "Now it's my turn. I decided recently that I'm bored of waiting for you to make the first move. Maybe you're a coward. Or maybe just inexperienced. Now I know it's the latter. Because I know for a fact it's not that you don't want me…" Her hips were swaying mesmerizing as she finally reached him. She gazed up into his eyes and smirked as her hand pawed his crotch again. "And I really want you too…"

Marten grunted again. "You're not ever going to stop, are you?"

Elerneth giggled. "Never… and I don't think you want me to. After all, are you really gonna pass up an opportunity like this?" She giggled again as she feet his obvious erection. "I'm guessing not…"

"But… what if someone finds out?"

"Ssshhh. Nobody will find out." Overjoyed at finally getting what she'd been wanting for so long now, she eagerly pulled him towards the bed. "Come on, help me test out this brand new bed I got you…"

Marten sighed and obligingly followed her to the luxuriant four-poster bed. He went to lay down, but Elerneth stopped him with a hand on his arm. "Uh uh uh, you'll need to strip first." He sighed, but followed along, removing all the clothes he had put on only a few hours ago and tossed them carelessly to the floor. She watched, and looked back at him in exasperation.

"I spent half an hour dealing with your clothes alone. One would think that would get a bit of appreciation. But no."

"Oh, you hush. I'll deal with it later." Elerneth rolled her eyes again, but didn't make any further complaints, instead choosing to gesture towards the bed. Marten complied, immediately glad she was letting him off the hook - and onto a different one, but this one he didn't mind nearly so much.

Or at all.

He lifted one knee onto the bed and lay down in the middle, promptly groaning in happiness at the unbelievably soft sheets. It felt like lying on a cloud, and he closed his eyes to relax. But he soon opened them again when he felt the bed rock as Elerneth joined him, smirking as she crawled over.

"Elerneth, you don't have t—"

"Sssshhhhh."

Marten opened his eyes with a quiet groan.

Elerneth's naked body was draped on top of his own, her large pillowy breasts smushed against his chest with one leg swung over his and an arm around his neck. He glanced at her, seeing the smile gracing her face as she slept. Did demons actually sleep? He wasn't sure. He shrugged to himself; it didn't matter. He forgoed sitting up just now, not wanting to disturb her.

"Mmm… Good morning, master." She'd always called him that, but this time something about the way she said it had changed. It was much fonder, and more submissive. He liked that. "Sleep well?"

"I slept excellently. Do demons even sleep?"

"Not all demons. That's too broad a term, master. Succubi are very different from felguards, as felguards are from doomguards. Dreadlords, pit lords, imps and imp mothers, they're all their own thing."

"Alright, let me rephrase then. Do succubi sleep?"

"We can. We don't need to, and it's not the same as the way you sleep, but we can."

"Why were you?"

"I thought you would like it. Didn't you?"

"Very much so, yes. It was adorable."

She giggled and climbed more on top of him, cupping his head in her hands and looking him in the eye. "And how about the rest of me?"

"I like that, too."

"And what we did last night?"

"Most of all."

She bit her bottom lip in excitement and began to roll her hips, coaxing a moan from him as she felt his manhood beginning to harden beneath her. "Do we get to do it again?"

"I think we're going to get to do that many more times, yes." He paused for a moment. "You slut."

She laughed. He was evidently still unused to this, and quite unsure of himself, as was apparent by his hesitation in adding on the dirty talk. She found that adorable, but nonetheless intended to change it. She leaned down until her head was next to his, and she whispered sensually in his ear. "So long as I'm your slut, master." She grinned upon seeing the stunned expression on his face, but reached down to find his arousal and directed it inside her as she sat down on his lap, panting in delight.

Marten had no idea just how many times they'd end up doing this, or just how fond of his succubus he would end up becoming as they'd develop something pretty damn close to genuine love for each other. But at that moment, when he moaned as she ecstatically rode him, he didn't care about what it would entail. He simply lay back and let himself give in to the pleasure.