The Longest Road, Part 18


You weave your way through the darkening village, soon arriving at the widow's home. The impromptu fire brigade—of which you were a part—managed to stop the fires set by the orcs before they did too much damage to this particular house, but there will still be quite a few repairs to do. You knock on the door. After a while, you hear footsteps approaching from the other side, and then the door opens a little. "Yes?" says the woman, looking out through the gap. "What do you—?"

She sucks in a tiny gasp as she sees who has come calling. You smile at her. "Good evening," you say. "We met briefly earlier... but I wanted to check back to see how you were doing. May I come in?"

The woman fidgets, nervous about allowing someone she barely knows into her house this late at night, let alone someone with such a demonic aspect. But she also doesn't want to turn away one of the saviors of the village. So, eventually, she backs away and opens the door wider, revealing more of herself.

Her light brown hair is shoulder-length, her generous curves constrained by a simple, modest dress. She has a plain sort of beauty to her. Not the primal allure of Khaytala's tall, muscular build, nor Greta's youthful enthusiasm, nor Rysanial's utterly uninhibited sensuality. No, hers is the beauty of quiet comfort and support.

And yet even that feels muted to you at the moment. Smothered under a weight of loneliness.

"Of course you can come in," she says. "In fact... I never got to properly thank you for everything you've done for us. We're all very grateful."

"Don't mention it," you say, as you step into her home. You can see that she's already begun efforts to put this room back together after the chaos of the raid, but much still lies scattered about. The broken detritus of her daily life. You take it all in, then turn back to her. "Actually, I don't think I ever introduced myself properly. Talavar Kessen, from Urdeal."

"Essme," the woman replies, bowing her head a little. "Essme Vilkeni. Is... there anything I can get for you? It's late, but... maybe something to eat?"

Oh, she's going to feed you all right. "You don't need to get me anything," you say. "Your company is more than enough. I'd just like to know you a little better."

The widow looks surprised, unsure of why you would want such a thing. You sweep past her doubts with your charm, engaging her in pleasant small talk over the course of the next hour. You even offer to help with some of the cleaning, the two of you picking up the pieces that the orcs had rampaged through while you chat with her.

Given your way with words, she's soon opening up to you. From that, and from picking through the wreckage, you realize how many of her husband's things she still kept out, how frozen in time this whole house has been since the man's death. It rankles you at a fundamental level, the sheer waste of it.

The more she opens up to you, the closer you move yourself to her. From time to time, you start to make "accidental" contact as the two of you clean, your fingers running along her hand as you both reach for the same bit of debris. You know full well what your touch can do to women, and from the flush on her cheeks, it's clearly having an effect on her, sending her thoughts racing.

By the time you finish, night has fallen completely. You do the last bit of cleaning by candlelight, given that Essme can't see in the dark. Not the easiest way to do it... but by now it's clear that she just wants to prolong her time talking with you. The small islands of light created by the candles give an intimate feeling, almost as though the two of you are the only ones that exist in the world.

Even so, it's obvious that Essme doesn't expect anything to actually come of this. You've provided an unexpected burst of color into her world, one that she's instinctively latching onto, but she doesn't think it will go any farther. And indeed, once you've finished the task you'd picked as an excuse, you can hear the regret in her voice. "It's... getting late," she says. "I suppose you'll need to be heading back to your caravan soon..."

You smile, walking over to where she stands. "Actually..." you say. "You asked me before if there was anything you could get for me. Sleeping on the road is rather uncomfortable... and if there's one thing I'd enjoy, it would be the chance to spend the night in a real bed."

Essme flushes a bright red. "I... I don't..." she says in a small, flustered voice. "There's... there's only one bed that I have."

You chuckle at her protest, a rich chuckle that you know will send chills running up and down her spine. "I know," you reply, as you continue to close in until there's barely any space between you, until you're whispering right into her ear. "That's why it's going to be so enjoyable."

Her eyes widen as she looks up at you. "I—" she begins, but you silence her with a kiss. She moans into your mouth as you pull her tight against you, one of your hands groping her ass. Soon she's returning the kiss, though her efforts are meek and timid compared to your confident ravishing of her lips.

After quite some time spent with your tongues vigorously intertwining as your bodies grind against each other, you pull your face away from hers just a fraction of an inch. She looks up at you, breathless, her face flushed. "Wait..." she whispers, her voice barely even audible. "We... we shouldn't..."

It's the most token of protests. Even now Essme's hands are gripping tight to your clothes. She's already yours, and you both know it. But even so, you take the time to assuage her guilt. "Why not?" you murmur back. "What's the point of denying yourself pleasure like this, when it's there to be had? Do you think your husband would have wanted you to spend the rest of your life hidden away in this house, sad and alone?" You pause, letting your words sink in, then continue. "Would you have wanted him to spend the rest of his life this lonely? If it was you who was gone?"

Your words are simple... but they're enough. Enough that she can allow herself to reach out for what she wants. This time she's the one who kisses you—still hesitant, but initiating it of her own accord. You let her decide the pace for a little while. But then you remind her who the sex demon is here, taking back control with a rush that pins her against the nearby wall, molesting every part of her body as you kiss her, while she whimpers in helpless ecstasy.

Eventually you pull her toward the bedroom. She follows obediently, the two of you discarding pieces of clothing from each other all the way. By the time you reach the bed itself, you're naked and she's down to a simple white underdress. You undo the garment's ties, then pull it down, your hands tracing her body as you remove her last protection. And with that, she is entirely on display before you.

Essme fidgets, but make no effort to conceal herself, offering her body to your hungry eyes. Her modest, dowdy dress did its best to conceal just how impressive her breasts are, but now there is nothing hiding them. She takes a step back, lowering herself back onto the bed. Then she spreads her legs, offering herself to you without holding anything back.

You climb onto the bed yourself, moving slowly, allowing her plenty of time to anticipate what's about to happen to her. Then you're looming over her, black wings spread out like a canopy, demonic eyes glowing red in the darkness. She trembles as she feels your cock head press up against her soaking wet slit, realizing for perhaps the first time how completely she is at your mercy.

Then you thrust into her. She screams as her world dissolves into pleasure, a pleasure you gorge yourself on. You continue to thrust, building your rhythm as you plow into her and she writhes beneath you. You pin her down, letting her feel your weight on her as she experiences getting fucked by a demon on her marital bed.

Soon her legs are wrapped tight around you, doing everything they can to pull you deeper, closer to her. You can feel her inner folds convulse in orgasm after orgasm as your member fills her, driving her to greater and greater heights of pleasure. Then, just when it seems she could go no higher, you thrust in deep and release your cum.

Essme lets out a silent shriek as you lay claim to her innermost parts, a shriek that would doubtless have been earsplitting if she'd had enough air left in her lungs from all her previous outcries. As it is, all she can do is arch her back, her body spasming out of control, her every nerve alight. Then she slumps, going completely slack, her sweat-slicked breasts heaving as she tries to somehow catch her breath.

You, however, are not done. You pull out for the moment, running your hands slowly down her body, drawing a series of breathless moans with each caress. Then, when you reach her hips, you flip her over so she's on her knees, ass in the air, ready to be taken again, from behind this time. "Oh godesses..." you hear her whisper, half-terrified and half-enthralled as she realizes how insatiable you are, and what manner of night she's truly in for.

You fuck her. Over and over again, in position after position, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm. Long into the night, until she's a panting wreck of pleasure. Only once she passes out completely do you stop. And even then you spend a while after that gently molesting her as she sleeps.

Eventually you drift off as well. As a demon, however, you need relatively little sleep, and you awake before dawn. You roll yourself out of bed, quickly gathering your discarded clothes. Then you return to the bedroom and place a hand on Essme's shoulder, shaking her gently until she wakes, blinking blearily.

You watch as the memory of the last night slowly returns to her. She looks up at you with wide, awestruck eyes, then down at her own body, her hand tracing down her front to rest over her womb.

"You don't need to worry about that," you offer. "You aren't pregnant." Incubi have perfect control over all their sexual characteristics, and that includes the exact potency of your seed. You aren't going to be accidentally knocking up anyone.

Essme, however, interprets what you said differently than you expected. "I know," she replies sadly. "My husband and I... we tried for so long. Eventually we went to the town's hedge witch, but... she inspected me, and... she said that even with her best remedies, it was unlikely it would ever happen."

The young widow wipes an arm across her eyes. "It's... nice to hope, though. Even if it isn't possible."

You raise your eyebrows a little, surprised. "You'd really have been alright with it? Even with a tiefling?"

"Of course," she says, simply and without hesitation. "If it meant the chance to have a child of my own. Maybe most people in other places would be against it... but I know the villagers here, and I think most of them would understand. Especially since it would have been the child of the hero who saved us all." She gives you a small, sad smile. "It's a silly dream, I know. But being with a man after so long... I can't help coming back to it."

You regard her silently for a moment. Then, placing your hands on her shoulders, you push her back down onto the bed, mounting her and fucking her again with fresh intensity. Essme is surprised by the sudden move, but she accepts it willingly, her moans once again filling the bedroom.

Now it's just a question of what parting gift you wish to leave with this woman. You could just finish giving her one last fuck, a final feast of pleasure to say goodbye, and leave it at that.

On the other hand... if she truly wants a child that badly, the same absolute control over your seed that you use to prevent pregnancy could also work in the opposite direction just as easily, essentially guaranteeing it if there's even the slightest chance. Certainly more potent than any mere hedge witch's remedies could even dream of being.

Though if you didn't want to do it yourself, there's also your Corruptive Boon. Fertility should be one of the sexual characteristics that its magic can affect. You could offer such a boon to Essme. If she accepts, then between that and the increased libido it provides, she should have no trouble breaking out of this shell she's created for herself and finding someone new to have sex with. You could even include a condition to the deal to give her a little extra nudge in that direction.

Either way, the effect of your choice likely won't be felt until months after you've left this village behind you. But the question still remains... what will you do?