The World Is Mine For The Taking

Chapter 466 - 76 - Goddess of Succubus’s Heir (1)

lilith’s tone sounded genuine as she told me she wanted to help. i still didn’t trust her, but since i was her vessel, and my death would surely end her existence as well, it seemed reasonable to believe that her offer was sincere.

i had no clue if i could really trust lilith, but it looked like i had no choice but to rely on her, at least for now.

"alright," i told lilith. "help me."

a soft chuckle echoed within me, faint yet clear. it didn’t seem like a particularly wise decision, but it was the only option i could see.

"verily, then. i shall help thee," lilith responded.

suddenly, i was back in the familiar white void where i’d seen her last time, just after conquering three women. lilith appeared again, though this time not as her usual small-statured form; she looked more like a teenage girl. did her appearance... change? she was seated on one of the chairs around the round table. i took the seat across from her.

"is this... your true form?" i asked.

"this?" she smirked, as if teasing. "nay, ’tis not," she said with a lilting, casual air. "fufufu, what dost thou think? doth this form please thee? or perhaps, dost thou prefer... this?"

in an instant, her appearance shifted again, morphing back to her small, impish stature, giving her an air of mischief and wicked delight.

"or mayhaps..." she purred, "this shall suit thee better?" with hardly a blink, her form swelled, becoming a curvaceous, seductive figure—a woman with generous curves and alluring eyes.

"i canst be any form that doth please thee. or perhaps..." her figure changed once more, amplifying her voluptuousness until she embodied the mature allure of an idealized milf, her every feature provocative.

"or, if thou wishest," she smirked wickedly, "i could multiply, that thou mayst revel in each form of me at once."

and suddenly, she did, her duplicates filling every seat around the round table. each form was different: the petite trickster, the busty seductress, and the milf flanking me on either side, their hands caressing me. her fingers traced my shoulders, my arms, sending ripples of sensation wherever she touched.

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"such guilt is unwarranted," lilith continued, her tone firm. "thy skill, ’goddess of succubus’s heir,’ is naught but a power to copy abilities. it holdeth no sway over the heart, nor doth it twist love to bind them to thee. no, ’tis no tool of manipulation. but for thee to claim the finest version of their skills, aye, thou must ’conquer’ them. and this ’conquest’ requireth but one thing—building thy bond. the closer thou art to their hearts, the deeper thine affections entwine with theirs, the more potent the skills thou dost claim. verily, ’tis they who doth choose to be conquered by thee, and thus thou art permitted to wield their gifts. ’tis but their choice. ’tis their own choice, their own will that leads them to offer themselves, body and soul. ’tis no spell, no trickery of the mind."

"think of it," she continued, voice softening. "the bonds thou hast formed? they are of their own volition. thine ability doth not force; it doth only reflect what hath already bloomed. and the depth of their love for thee—’tis the reason they trust thee so, offer themselves wholly. thy power copies the strength they bear within. yet their hearts? those belong to thee by their own will. thou hast won them with thyself, not through the power thou wieldest."

so essentially, lilith was telling me that i hadn’t twisted their feelings, not like sesillian did with the eclipse, brainwashing his followers to follow him blindly. my ability—goddess of the succubus’s heir—was simply a skill-copying power, and that was it. the women who stayed with me did so out of their own choice, their love genuine, not a manipulation. if lilith was saying it, i could trust it to be true.

"anyway," i said, getting back on track. "how am i supposed to power up? you said i had to have sex with you, right?"

"’tis not entirely so," she said, her voice lilting softly. "the form i inhabit now dwelleth solely within thy subconscious, a mere image, thus, we shall not truly join. what thou call’st a ’wet dream’ best describes it—where the act unfoldeth in thy mind alone."

the chair and table beneath us shimmered, transforming into a broad, inviting bed. she said "wet dream," but did that mean i’d wake up with my pants soaked in cum? i shoved the thought aside.

"’tis not true copulation, though the sensations thou shalt experience will feel as real to thee as to me," she explained. before i knew it, she wore something... different. that sweater—the infamous "virgin killer" type—left her back exposed, draping her in sultry elegance. "perhaps it seems odd, but ’tis all we can accomplish, given our current state."

"how long will this take?" i asked, trying to focus on her words.

"time here is but an illusion," she assured, her voice like a caress. "indulge as thou wilt. in thy reality, mere moments will pass."

alright, that didn’t sound too concerning.

"now then, shall we begin?" she asked, voice a purr.

"yeah." i laid down on the bed, and she climbed over me, straddling my waist. i hadn’t realized i was already stripped down, my clothes vanished without me noticing.

"prepare thyself, for i shall take thee in," she murmured.

with her hand, she guided my cock to her entrance, which was hidden beneath her sweater but felt unmistakably slick and inviting. a shiver ran through me as i felt it—warm and wet, a tingling anticipation that only deepened as she pressed herself down.

then, slowly, she began to sink her hips, guiding my cock into her warm, welcoming folds. the feeling of my length slipping past her tight flesh was beyond words, a blissful agony that set my nerves alight. every inch of her wrapped around me as if we were bound together, her body enveloping me as real as if i were awake. i couldn’t believe how intense it felt—like i might melt into her entirely. every nerve in me pulsed with pleasure, her tightness consuming me inch by inch, and though she’d claimed this wasn’t real, every feeling was as raw and electrifying as reality.