A/N: Okay! First time trying something like this! Here's hoping it will be enjoyable for you guys.

Just FYI, this will not be a particularly rules-heavy quest--no dice rolls or anything. Any stats or abilities you pick over the course of your adventure will be more for "guiding the narrative", allowing you guys to specify the sorts of approaches you want the MC to be best at. This will influence the available choices that he gets to pick from, and give me a guideline for which characters various kinds of approaches will or won't be able to work on.

In the end, though, it all comes down to the narrative and what makes sense in-story and is fun to read; the stats (such as they are) in this quest are mostly there to give some player-controlled input on that at the broad scale, beyond just the nitty-gritty decisions you guys can make.

Also, in terms of content warnings: the nature of the core kink of the premise means that there will very likely be quite a bit of stuff that could cover a wide range, all the way from "somewhat dubcon seduction" to "outright noncon", depending on how exactly you guys end up deciding to play things. Now, even should the latter case transpire, for this story the MC's nature will by and large act as a fig leaf to invoke the (utterly unrealistic) "starts really enjoying it anyway once things get going" card. But still, if exploring dubcon/noncon fetishes just isn't your kink at all, then you may want to pass on this one.

Whew! With all that said... let's get on with the shameless smut!

An Indentured Incubus, and the Heroines he Hunts

Prologue, Part 1

You pull your tattered cloak tight around you as you sprint between the countless towering, jagged rock spires that are scattered across this barren, rocky part of Hell. It's an exertion; you feel the gnawing, bone-deep weariness and hunger that reminds you that you haven't taken any nourishment in over three days.

But then, running for your life can leave little time for such luxuries.

You peer around the immense spire in whose shadow you are currently taking cover. It doesn't much matter what direction you look, the result is the same: succubi everywhere, a full legion of the Lust Queen's finest. Most of them are still distant, thankfully. Tiny, far-off figures either soaring through the sky or spreading out in formation along the ground. You gave them the slip a while back, buying yourself some breathing room, but you know that it's only temporary. They have you boxed in, and sooner or later they're going to hunt you down.

At this point your only hope for escape is a Summoning.

You reach out, searching yet again for that telltale thread of magic that would indicate a plea from some desperate mortal in one of the countless worlds on the Material Plane. Every now and then you do feel a nibble... but the army of succubi hunting you aren't stupid. They know just as well as you about that escape route, and they're responding to all the nearby requests before you can. Probably have a whole squad back at their base camp specifically focusing on it, using divination magic to give them the edge.

Even so, despite your disadvantage, you've almost beaten them to the response a couple of times. And you only need to succeed once. If only you weren't so hungry...

You lean your head back against the spire, thinking back to how it had all gone so wrong. Life as an incubus hadn't exactly been easy to begin with, especially one so newly spawned as yourself. Incubi had been second-class citizens in this circle of Hell for far longer than you'd been alive, ever since the revolution when the Incubus King had—somehow—been killed.

Still, it hadn't really been so bad. Although they had taken the positions of power, by all accounts the succubi were far less cruel in their victory than the horrors the old Incubus King had been known to inflict on them for so long, which had eventually prompted their revolt. The Lust Queen had even begun to reach out to the incubus population lately, trying to foster unity in their common goal of tempting mortal souls to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh.

There was only one strict requirement that she absolutely refused to budge on. And really, it was such a vanishingly rare occurrence that these days it had been almost forgotten: any incubus who suddenly manifested a sigil—of any kind—on their right palm was to be killed immediately.

You look down at your own right palm, at the design that had painfully branded itself there with no warning a few days ago. Ten indecipherable runes, arranged in a circle around the design of a fanged mouth. You snort, shaking your head in disbelief. Just your luck. The first incubus in centuries to be marked for death like this.

You didn't even know what it meant!

For the next few hours the tense game of cat-and-mouse continues, as you creep from pillar to pillar, staying out of sight of the overhead patrols. Eventually you reach a twisting cave system that leads into a nearby cliff face, which you quickly duck into.

That provides more cover from the succubi flying above... but you quickly realize that there are already succubi in here as well, combing through the tunnels, albeit starting from a different entrance than the one you found. There are several close calls, but you are able to stay one step ahead despite your flagging strength.

And then, finally... you stumble onto a bit of luck.

Peeking around a twist in the rocky tunnel, you see a succubus. Alone. She must have gotten separated from the rest of her group as they searched this maze. Like all of her kind, she is breathtakingly alluring. This particular one is a slender thing, with brown hair running down just past her shoulder blades between small bat wings.

Her uniform consists of little more than a thong, a belt on which a pair of daggers are sheathed, and a small top that barely contains her breasts, cut to display her cleavage to maximum effect. Her breasts are not as incredibly large as some of her kin, but look impressive on her otherwise lithe frame, a frame that is fit and athletic without losing any of its promise of softness. You can feel your cock hardening just being this close to the supernatural beauty.

Without the safety of numbers she's vulnerable. And she knows it, looking nervously back and forth as she inches forward through the tunnel. If you can grab her quickly, you'll have a chance to recover some of your strength by feasting deep on the pleasure you're about to give her.

You'll only have one shot at this, though. So you'd better use an approach that focuses on the one particular attribute that you've honed beyond all your peers during your years of rigorous training here in Hell...

Charisma. Your words are capable of bewitching, bedazzling and manipulating their listeners, and your seduction is capable of enkindling lust in even the most straight-laced of mortal prey. Even many supernatural creatures will find it difficult to say no to you.