Noah wished to retreat further but his steps could go no further but to press against the oaken wall while his mind was driven to a swift and sudden halt. The librarian's now lilac tuned eyes locked onto his with what he surmounted as a desiring curiosity but only construed as addled lust like all the other monsters had before her.
He gulped, processing her last few words and found an incongruity with them that made his brows furl. "Did you just ask me when I reincarnated?" he said still pushing himself as far into the wall as his body could go.
"Yes, of course I did," she said pulling her slowly shifting in shade head away and took a step away, her previously pale white skin rapidly forming to that of diluted periwinkle tone. Adding small red, jagged, claw like tattoos across her cheek bones and running down to end just before her sharpened chin. Her eyes still locked firmly on him. "You are a reincarnated person no?"
He was, he just wasn't sure how she knew that, "uhh," he trailed off unsure how to respond for a few moments, "I mean, I am. But how do you know that? I haven't exactly told anyone that."
"I can sense it. Not to mention you spent ten minutes wandering around my store and hadn't begun masturbating. Which is just, not normal around here."
'People do that?'
"Which means you are either from another kingdom or you have reincarnated and don't know anything about customs, and considering you have Typhania's mark on you, I'm going with reincarnation." She bobbed her head, reaffirming her choice as the right one. "So, when did you reincarnate? Quite recently I'm guessing," pressing a hand against her hip, she said.
Noah's mind was growing increasingly confused by the situation. Half was he expecting to be pushed down and forced to inseminate the succubus before him, the other half was filled with questions he'd likely be getting the answer to soon enough. "A week ago, I think?" there wasn't exactly a calendar here so getting a proper date was a big no.
She shrugged and nodded, her lips curling up glad she was as expected, correct.
"I've got so many questions right now, but I'm just going to start with this. Who are you? And what are you?"
She puffed her chest out, her bosom mostly hidden by her robes as she answered with a peppy tune, "I am Xisaya, and I am a succubus."
He'd guessed the succubus part accurately enough, but now he also knew her name, and it was a strange one.
"And," she softened her posture and eyed him with intent curiosity, "I'm also a reincarnator. Tell me, are those witch hunts still going on?"
"You're a what now," he'd heard her clearly but the tone she'd used, so nonchalant like it was some secondary thing made him nearly skip over it.
"A reincarnator." Xisaya reaffirmed. "What, did you think you were the only one?" chuckling she continued, "there's actually been a few. I knew another one, this cute petite little thing from a hundred years ago. Last I heard she was turned into the sex slave for a clan of futa orcs in Algen. Can't imagine that being a lot of fun for a girl her size. I would have loved to see that," a spark took Xisaya's eye and she licked her pert plum lips giving them a faint glisten that sent a strange amalgam of calm and 'oh god she's a pervert' through Noah.
"Okay," he paused trying to find the words for the situation, "alright then. What do you want? Do you want to milk me of my seed or something like that?"
"What? No, why would I want a mans stinky cum? I'd rather be drinking the delectable nectars of those cute honeys outside than gaggling on a shaft. I just thought it had been a while since I've had any proper time with another reincarnator that I may as well just help you out a knack and get you a bit more accustomed out here. Trust me, I know how confusing this world can be. And arousing, very, very arousing." She nibbled her lip.
His eyes narrowed, He wasn't sure he believed her or not but if it meant getting some answers, why not deal with the perverted purple succubus.
"So, you want to help me and not, I don't know. Drag me back to your coven to feed them, right?"
"We're not witches," she shook her head, "though I was hung for being thought of as a one before I was brought to Minas."
He pieced her earlier question together with this new titbit and found a famed correlation, the salem witch trials. Just about the only time he knew of as being a primarily witch hanging point of history. Though often people falsely thought they involved burning people at stake. In reality, things were much more gruesome for some of the people killed.
"Are you talking about the Salem witch trials?"
Her brow rose, "I did live in Salem and there were a lot of trials, most of which involved arguable witches. So then, yes, most likely. Though everyone just called them the witch hunts. Why?"
"Because that was like, three, four hundred years ago. Is that how long you've been here?"
"Hmm," she huffed seemingly surprised at the revelation, "I was expecting less. No, I've been on Minas for say, one hundred and fifty-seven years now. I spent the first twenty as this ditsy little human girl in Parlight helping out with some war with the demons. Got captured and now look at me," she trailed her hands all across her body, pushing in her robes to accentuate her succuboidal feminine curves. Pausing at her chest to give her breasts a quick squeeze and her bottom a reverberating slab that caused even the fabric draping over her rump to ripple. "I'm a bundle of pure, unfettered sex energy." Her hand pressed her robe into her crotch, accentuating the form of her ample thick thighs.
'So, about a 1 to 3 ratio then?' Noah quickly processed, ignoring the slight stroking of her fingers against her crotch, guessing he was likely to have been on this world for round about half a month to just bordering three weeks compared to back home. If Xisaya was to be trusted that is.
"I can see that. I'm guessing you got corrupted then?" now fully coming to accept Xisaya's rampant disinterest in the opposite sex—and her perverse nature, something he probably should have figured judging by her choice assortment of books—he calmed enough to push lightly off the wall but kept well away from the tail swishing and horn baring purple vixen.
"Honey, does this look like corruption?" her tail snaked around her with her hands coming to gently rub across the leathery, heart tipped appendage, trembling with a pleasurably contorting expression taking her from the near clitorial sensitivity of the appendage. "Fuuah~ no~ hnn~ this is a blessing~" she squeezed and caressed her tail until her hips began to jerk and Noah heard a faint spritzing noise coming from her. Her teeth clamped tight, only letting out a guttural whine as her back arch and she climaxed.
Noah went blank, had he the means of seeing someones perversion as a numerical level, he was sure it was passing a famed multiplication of nine with one thousand. Though he was quick to retort that had he not the energy to do so, he was sure to be popping a chub at the moment.
"As much as I enjoy seeing women climax. Could you get on with this, I've got to meet up with some friends in a bells toll and I'd rather no be locked in a librarian with a horny, lesbian succubus." He'd much rather be locked in a library with two horny lesbian succubi who'd maybe let him join in but that was semantics. 'I am converting to debauchery by the day.'
Xisaya blinked profusely as if to realize the actual reason she'd locked the door, "yes, I suppose I won't keep you away from your conquests. That would just be rude."
'They aren't my conquests,' Noah corrected with a faint twitch at the strange form of premonition hitting him. 'Why do I feel like something tiring going to happen in the future?'
Xisaya waggled herself to the side, sauntering with a few quick strides to her counter. Bent at the waist with her bottom pushed out--something Noah found himself staring at with how it conformed to her 'shape'—and opened a trap door, disappearing into some basement area where loud thumps, a cat screech and a billowing of dust escaped before Xisaya hovered herself out with her miniature wings furiously flapping, simultaneously wafting away the dust cloud as she made her way back to Noah, carrying in her arms a few books bound in ornate leathers of a brick red hue.
Holding her arms out, she presented the books to him, "these are a few books I got from a friend a long time ago, he said I should give to another reincarnator after I was finished with them. And I finished with them a long time ago," she giggled while licking her lips to a shiny wet, definitely not insinuating something Noah knew she was insinuating.
Noah looked down at the books then to his arm where his newly bought clothes were hung, pondering how much he was wishing he'd asked Liora for a bag of some sort. Sighing, he let Xisaya lay them down atop his forearms letting him read the title of the first book, "The Almanac of Monster Shaped Girls? That sounds like a rip off." He mumbled, "this isn't like anything that Alikaf-Alikavarnata, person made is it?"
Xisaya's brow arched, "oh, no. Lord no, Klive actually know's how to write about things. She's just an high elf who can't process she isn't really 'superior' to anything. I will tell you this, if you ever run into that prissy bitch, she loves being called a useless sow. That really get's her off."
He doubted he'd ever be making use of that, but it was information that only further proved his distaste for the woman.
"Right, well, I'll go through it then. Is that it?" he was hoping as he heard another bell toll announcing his time was up.
"I guess," she noncomittaly shrugged, "have you met your deity yet?"
"I'm supposed to be meeting a deity?"
"That answers that," she mumbled, pondering if she should tell explain it to him, eventually shrugging and deciding they should do it themselves. "I'd just say, be careful with the church of Artemia, if they see you have Typhania's mark on you they'll get really antsy and you can expect an inquisition to come gallavanting by at somepoint."
'I just spent half an hour naked, screwing a nun… oh god fucking dammit.'
"What's this about a mark?" groaning he asked.
"Nothing much really. Just a sign that Typhania summoned you, I've got one as well," she gripped the sides of her robes and began to furl it, hiking it up until she could present her bare thighs to him that turned into a gradiant of red beginning at her knees. Noah gulped as she turned her her leg and pulled on the plump fat to show off an eye-like tattoo on her inner thigh. "We've all got one, well, all of us who've been summoned by Typhania that is."
"I see," he truly meant no pun by that, "and, what does this inquisition hold in store?"
"Mostly just annoying paladins coming to cleanse you and all that. More often than not if you just screw them hard enough and break them a bit they go running off back home. I've actually got this cute munchkin in my room I'm playing with. Was all antsy when she found me, now she happily eats me out." She nodded hand on her cheek, proud at breaking the paladin.
"Uh huh. Well, I'll be sure to be careful then," Internally, he was preaching about how utterly fucked he was. And yes, he knew that was likely to be a literal statement. 'I really need to start getting used to this world.'