Flamma Academy Pocket Plane – Canyon
The night before.
The Academy’s nursery was never a quiet place at the best of times, yet the chaos unleashed by King Asmodeus’ visit was unseen even by the caretakers. Dozens upon dozens of succubi children crowded, fluttered and otherwise piled around him, calling him out, pulling at his sleeves and hair and otherwise making noise in a manner that looked just barely cute enough to not resemble a flock of vultures assaulting their prey.
”He… looks distressed, doesn’t he?” Lysara, one of the succubus caretakers, whispered with a hint of worry.
”Ehh, he’s getting better. He doesn’t look as panicky as when we visited the faeries,” answered Aura, standing by her side.
”Maybe he should. These are a lot more of a handful than faeries,” commented a pretty blonde girl by their side.
Upon their victorious return from the canyon, Asmodeus, Aura and their men were met by an entourage of servants and attendants ready to wait on their needs. Bringing apologies from the Grand Matron for not being able to receive them herself, they were invited to rest in the facilities until she were ready to meet them. Nobody saw any reason to refuse, especially as each one of the men were assigned a beautiful succubus to serve as their attendant for the duration of their stay.
Asmodeus and Aura were joined by their assigned attendant, a young-looking girl with shoulder-length pale-blonde hair who, like nearly everyone else in the facility, walked around completely naked. Though she suggested showing them to their room, the young king insisted on meeting his daughters first of all, which is how he had ended in that particular situation.
“Which one’s yours again?” Aura asked Lysara.
“Lynara’s the pink-haired one,” she answered. “Ehh, that one, the one with the ponytail tugging at his sleeves,” she added, realizing the description fit no less than two dozen of the present children.
“She’s cute, why don’t you bring her around to the castle some time?”
“If I may offer an opinion, I fear that may not be a good idea,” the blonde attendant politely cut in. “It’s not advisable for our young to attempt to mingle with other races before they learn some… ‘manners’.”
“Yeah, that could turn into a real mess,” Lysara laughed. “Maybe in a few years though.”
“I think His Majesty is calling for you,” the attendant told Lysara. “Or suffocating, not sure which.”
“Oh? Oh, right!” exclaimed the pink-haired girl as she rushed to the pile under which Asmodeus was currently buried. With some help, she managed to calm down the swarm of children enough to let him retreat and set about directing the girls back to their usual activities, just as the blonde attendant helped him up and lead him and Aura out of the nursery.
“Are you alright?” Aura asked her dishevelled husband as they followed the attendant through the academy’s corridors.
“Yes,“ he answered unsteadily. “No. Maybe.”
“His Majesty must not worry, everyone is well taken care of here,” the attendant said merrily. “I was raised here just as them, you have nothing to be concerned about.”
“Well they sure are healthy at least,” he sighed, straightening his clothes and shaking the stupor out of his face. “What now, do we just wait around?”
“The Grand Matron again sends her apologies for her delay,” the attendant repeated while taking a bow. “If you would take the chance to rest, she should be ready for you tomorrow morning.”
“It’s no problem, really,” he assured her. “What about the other thing you were going to ask me about?”
“Oh, that’s right,” the attendant smiled. “Seeing as you are already here, some of the faculty was wondering if you could take part in a practical lesson tomorrow morning. It would only take about an hour, and you would have plenty of time to meet with the Matron afterwards.”
“A lesson?” he asked. “What am I supposed to teach?”
“Nothing, I believe. The teacher in question is interested on having someone to demonstrate on.”
“The more indebted they are, the easier it is to negotiate,” Aura whispered in his ear.
“Ah, well, sure, why not,” the young king replied, already having an idea of what this would entail.
The attendant finally led them into a large circular hall with a beautiful indoor garden, and then up a flight of stairs into a luxuriously decorated bedroom covered in red-golden fabrics and a plush red carpet.
“Wow, this is amazing,” Aura remarked, feeling the bed’s mattress. “We’ll have to be careful not to break this one…”
“The beds here have been specially made to resist any kind of strain, please do not feel as though you need to hold back,” the attendant said kindly, as if it were a normal topic.
“Ehem, yes, thank you,” Asmodeus butted in with some light embarrassment. “How early do I need to wake up to make it to this lesson?”
“Please do not worry about that, I will wake you at the appropriate time,” the attendant replied.
“Alright, thank you,” he answered. Amsodeus held her gaze for a moment, expecting her to leave the room, but she appeared to have no intention of doing so.
“Is there something amiss, Your Majesty?” she asked.
“Ehhh, I was just…” he mumbled, stopping himself as it finally dawned on him. “When you said you were assigned to ‘look after our needs’, did that mean…?”
“Of course,” the blonde attendant answered with calm smile. “That is of course, unless Your Majesties do not desire my presence,” she added turning to Aura.
“What? Oh. No, I don’t mind,” Aura shrugged, turning to her husband. “Why? Is there any problem?”
“…not if you don’t have one,” he mumbled, looking back and forth the two women. On one hand, a lingering concern had been burrowing its way through his mind as of late… but as he finally allowed his eyes to stray below the succubus’ pretty face to the rest of her beautiful naked body, that part of him quieted down real quick.
“Sounds like you’re going to have a busy day tomorrow,” Aura said, already disrobing and adding her own stunning body to the display. “Shall we turn in for the night?”
“I am a weak, weak man,” Asmodeus said under his breath, quickly taking off his clothes and joining his wife on the bed with the succubus following suit, knowing full well sleep was likely still a good several hours away.