Lineage

After the sex with Kalla, the talk with Luna, and myself noticing a change in the way I thought and acted during sex, I decided it was high time to take a visit to the tower’s library and try to educate myself on my heritage, demonic or otherwise. Rifling through the bookshelves brought me to a book called ‘Demons: An Introduction’. Seeing this as the best place to start due to me having next-to-no knowledge on what I even was, I took the book from the shelf and sat down at a table, reading the introductory page of the book to gage whether or not it was worth my time:

Demons are a widely misunderstood race, whether through corrupt religious teachings or a simply lack of education, people have scapegoated this entire spectrum of creatures to red, horned monsters that feed on souls. This simply isn’t true. Demons are much closer to humans than most people care to accept and they have nearly as many off-shoots, subcultures, subspecies, and races of demons as we humans do. This book will give you a basic overlook at almost every kind of demon known to modern man and attempt to wash away the stigma this entire species is given thanks to fanatics and simpletons.

Wow. Looks like someone likes his demons. I scanned the contents page to get to the sex demons section, seeing more subsections than I expected to. The types of sex demons included your obvious Incubi and Succubi, but also spanned to Futanari demons, like Advalia, but Lust Demons, Punisher Demons, and eve Harem Demons. Though interesting topics, I needed to focus on my species of Incubus, just to try and answer some questions as to what the hell was happening to be. Skipping to the page I needed, I began to read through the text:

Incubi demons, at least in their fake forms, appear as human as you and I. They have no actively distinguishing features at first glance, no tell-tale signs of behaviour or attitude, and no specific symbol or item that can force them to revert to their demonic form, unlike the Succubus.

That was new.

The Incubus does have a semi-inhuman quality, and that tends to be an extremely large set of genitalia that they employ during their Demonic Feed, in this case masquerading as sex. The Incubus has several sex-related abilities, though none are as lethal as their female counterparts. They drain energy in varying degrees to boost their own strength and heal themselves if injured, can use specific magic to brainwash their victim into obeying their every order, this being a visible change in the victim as their pupils disappear and their irises take on a dull glow, their semen, if used on a barren woman, can restore the reproductive organs to a working order, and they also have a passive lust pheromone that attracts all nearby females, though not as strong as their brainwashing technique.

Right, so besides the ability to heal myself through sex, there wasn’t much new information there. So I scanned through the rest of the pages until I came to a subsection labelled ‘Physical and Mental Development’. I figured that was what I’d be looking for, so I dug into the writing straight away:

When it comes to the sex demon archetype, the Incubi reign supreme. They are the dominant partner in all relationships with other sex demons, including the Punisher and Futanari Demons, and this attitude is shown during their Feed session, or their form of sex. While a Succubi will naturally become submissive in a sexual situation, Incubi always become the Alpha male, even if their natural personality is not so. They become so controlling and dominant in their sexual activities that it borderlines misogynistic, often verbally referring to whatever they are copulating with in very sexist and derogatory terms, much like the Succubus only not referring to themselves by these terms.

But unlike the Succubus, the Incubus does not switch roles as they draw closer to orgasm. A Succubus will often switch positions, both physically and mentally and become the dominant partner, pushing them closer to orgasm at which point her partner will die, be it male or female. Now this ability is nullified in a Claimed Succubus as the energy drain lessens with a Claimed Incubus, as a Claimed Succubus learns to be dominant and a Claimed Incubus learns to be submissive. Unclaimed versions of either species, however, keep their usual traits.

Once the Incubus achieves orgasm, they will usually pour an inhuman amount of seminal fluid into their partner, often reaching amounts that become physically dangerous to their partner and can risk organ rupture. It is not a skill that many young Incubus know they possess, but they are able to control the force and amount of their ejaculation, drawing from passive magic to continuously create seminal fluid indefinitely as long as their magic reserves are full.

That’s… well, that’ll come in handy eventually, I guess. But I guess I had my answer: the reason I turned into such an asshole during sex is because it’s a species thing, not because I was rubbing away a layer of fake personality to reveal an asshole. But I was intrigued now, having found this an involving read, so I decided to push on to the social section:

As many people know and often decry, incest is extremely common between demon families, and even more so between Incubi and Succubi families. While the two are often seen as two sides of the same coin, they are different species but they can also produce offspring of either species if they Claim one another and reproduce. Once the children are born and reach their sexual maturity, around thirteen or fourteen for both species, they are instructed and taught everything they would need to know about sex, the father often handling the daughters-

Oh no.

-and the mother usually teaching her son(s) how to properly handle their size, power, and semen volumes. Its often a common trend for an Incubus to replace his father as the ‘husband’ to his mother if something were to happen to them, as a Claimed Succubus becomes very attached to their lover, unlike an Unclaimed Succubus who does not form loving relationships with anyone and instead floats from victim to victim to increase their strength.

… Slightly promising, if I’m being honest. I know I could be a better husband to Mom than dad ever was. So, scratching my head and putting together all the pieces of what I’d learned here: Incubi seemed to be misogynistic, sex-crazed, super-endowed, cumflation fetishists that adored fucking their mothers?

It was an accurate way to describe what I was becoming and I had no qualms with accepting that fact. I just needed to get girls who could use magic to stretch their stomachs even more and I’d really be able to go to town with my power. I went back to reading, skimming through to try and find any mention of ‘loss of moral fibre’ as a chapter to try and find some comfort that it was a natural demon thing instead of what Luna told me… though I’m not sure why I found comfort in thinking it was natural.

Maybe so I could be given the speech of ‘It’s natural for boys your age’ again. Heh… no. Not at all. I ran my hands through my hair, scratching my scalp and leaning back in my chair. I had to admit I was terrified about what Luna had told me. Not terrified about doing horrible things, terrified about being okay with them. But she had already raised a good point: I was a killer and a committer of one of humanity’s worst sins several times over… but felt no guilt for it.

She had to be right, didn’t she? I’d heard stories of all the things she’d done, that Celestia had done, but at least hoped that they did it with a heavy heart, that they regretted or felt bad for what they’d done. But now? Now it seemed like they could commit genocide to wipe out an entire race for the good of their kingdom and sleep like a log that same night. They were monsters, inhuman, vile creatures that counted their sins like a farmer could count his rice.

They had hearts and souls as black as coal and I was destined to become just like them. I had rules of what I did and didn’t do because it was immoral. But how long would that last for? Would I make it to fifty before I killed a kid to keep him quiet? Would I make it to a hundred before raping a woman to break her spirit? Would I make it to a thousand without becoming a tyrant? Was I going to become one of history’s greatest monsters simply through perseverance? Would it be made worse that I was a demon? I wasn’t even talking about the Incubus thing… my grandfather was an Archdemon. He was the Lord of the Hollow Realm, a monster of pure evil and unrivalled power from what I’d been told.

Would I become him? Was there a choice? I’d never considered the nature vs nurture argument, but the book I’d just read told me that it was in my nature to become a manipulative womaniser as soon as my dick was hard… was I one already? Sure, the sex I’d had was consensual, I’d never once fucked a girl and then thrown her out of my bedroom but… I’d spared a murderous catgirl because she had a nice ass. I impregnated her single mother because it was something to do. I’d agreed to help an age-old dragoness get something she wanted just so I could rut her and… and I’d essentially raped her before I’d even done that.

I hadn’t thought about it in so long but there was no denying it. The first time I’d fucked Svea, when I railed her in the ass just outside the underground city… I didn’t fuck her because she said yes… I forced myself on her and she just didn’t say no.

And I’d been completely okay with that because she’d enjoyed the sex.

I lay my head on the desk and groaned, gripping my hair tightly and growling under my breath, guilt, insecurity, and fear all washing over in an amount equal to the cum I’d sprayed into women I’d barely known. They weren’t girlfriends or wives… they were cocksleeves with different colour schemes. Pairs of tits with a face stapled onto them. I’d objectified, manipulated, and fucked so many women before I’d even had a chance to ask them their names. I gave a Nekomata twins before I even gave her my home address… and the worst part?

I was okay with it then… and I still am now.

I liked sex, enjoyed fucking beautiful women, adored the fact that I had so many faceless pair of big tits ride my cock merely because it was something fun to do. The hands I’d offered to help were, intentionally or not, leashes and presents to nail them to my side so I could wear them and switch them out whenever I got tired with them. This entire realisation came tumbling down onto me all at once and bounced off without a single feeling of guilt or remorse for being a womanising asshole.

I had no decency, was a user, a bailer, and a terrible person and I just didn’t care about it. I didn’t want to change, didn’t wanna stop what I did. I wanted to keep doing it, didn’t I? Never stop ploughing a fresh or a familiar cunt and filling it up with a child they had to take care of. Sure, Larra and Svea were visiting the castle. But I was nowhere near them, they’d raised them on their own without their father nearby, all on their own without even hearing their father’s voice.

I felt like I was swapping between personalities at this point. The innocent young man who tries to do what’s best and the selfish, immature cunt who only wants what suits him.

Bring the kids to live with me and we’ll be a family!

I’m not gonna kill you as long as you let me fuck you!

I’ll be here for you and the kid whenever you need me!

Hey, honey. Want me to get you pregnant and kick you to the side of the road after knowing me for less than six hours?

I was morphing between two people every time a bra was taken off and felt no guilt about it either way, be my reasons rational or irrational, I adored my women too much to abandon them and adored women too much to stick to one of mine. I had a serious problem and it was a problem I wasn’t serious about. I could go talk to someone about it, maybe Luna or Advalia… but they wouldn’t understand. They were both sex-crazed and had fucked me before, but I needed to talk to another demon like me.

I needed to talk to Mom about this. I needed to know how she didn’t rip herself apart before she’d… claimed dad, or whatever she’d done. Did she roll with the lust all the time or did she try to keep herself restricted. I needed to know how she’d done it. I slammed the book shut, bolted upstairs to a quiet place, and prepared to see if I could contact Svea to ask her to get Grael to switch bodies with me, because after all:

Momma Knows Best.