Rebirth of the Villain

Arthur returns to his chambers in Gizmo's impossible palace, satisfaction radiating from him like heat from a forge.

The meeting had gone better than expected—not only had he secured leadership of the dungeon raid, but he'd claimed Cassius's wife right under the hero's nose. The memory of Nara's wild abandon in the garden still lingers, her beast clan scent clinging faintly to his skin.

"Will there be anything else, my lord?" Hawklight asks, his scarred face carefully neutral despite surely noticing the evidence of Arthur's garden activities.

"No. Get some rest. Tomorrow will be... interesting." Arthur dismisses his loyal commander with a nod.

As the door closes, Arthur rolls his shoulders, feeling the tension of the day's political maneuvering. He begins unbuttoning his formal attire, ready to retire for the night.

"Well, that was quite a performance in the garden."

Arthur freezes, then slowly turns toward the voice.

She reclines on his bed like she owns it—owns him. Her body defies mortal proportions, curves flowing like liquid poetry from her full breasts to her narrow waist to hips that demand a man's hands. Her skin is flawless golden-bronze, glowing with vitality and health. Her hair cascades around her in waves of deep auburn that catch the lamplight like burnished copper. But it's her eyes that captivate him most—amber with flecks of gold, watching him with ancient amusement and unmistakable hunger.

She wears next to nothing—just wisps of sheer silk that reveal more than they conceal. As she shifts, crossing one perfect leg over the other, the fabric rides up her thigh, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of what lies beneath.

"Who are you?" Arthur demands, his voice rougher than intended. "How did you get in here?"

She laughs, the sound rich and throaty. "So many questions, when the only thing that matters is that I'm here." She stretches languorously, the movement causing her breasts to strain against the thin silk. "Well, I knew what happened between you and Nara. I'm not concerned. I know your nature."

Arthur narrows his eyes, not lowering his guard. "You've been watching me."

"Of course." She sits up, the movement causing the silk to slip off one shoulder, revealing more of her perfect breast. "You're the most interesting thing in this gathering. A king with extraordinary appetites, an expanding harem of powerful women, and now adding a hero's wife to your collection." Her smile is predatory. "How could I not watch?"

"What do you want?" Arthur remains by the door, assessing. Though she appears human, something about her presence fills the room, commanding attention.

"Direct. I like that." She rises from the bed and glides toward him, her movements graceful and deliberate. "I've watched you take Nara. I've watched how you rule your kingdom. I've even glimpsed how you pleasure your queens." She stops just before him, close enough that he can feel the heat radiating from her perfect body. "And now I would want you to let me experience why you are called an incubus."

The invitation is clear, but Arthur isn't fool enough to think it simple. Whatever she is, she's dangerous. Powerful. And yet... something about her calls to him on a primal level.

"Before I fuck you," Arthur says bluntly, "I want to know what you are."

Her smile widens, revealing perfect white teeth. "So suspicious." She raises a hand to his chest, her touch burning through his shirt. "Does it matter what I am? Goddess, transmigrator, something else entirely..." Her fingers trace down his torso. "Labels are so limiting."

She steps closer, her scent enveloping him—something ancient and sweet, like honey and spices and woman. "What matters is that I can give you pleasure beyond mortal comprehension."

Her hand reaches for his face, but Arthur catches her wrist. Her skin is hot to the touch, but human—no supernatural energy, just intense heat. Her eyes widen in surprise.

"You're stronger than you look," she murmurs, sounding pleased.

"You have no idea," Arthur replies, his grip tightening.

In a swift movement, he spins her around and pushes her against the wall, pinning her wrists above her head. He expects resistance—perhaps even for her to break his hold.

Instead, she laughs again and arches her back, pressing her perfect ass against his hardness. "Finally, someone who understands how to treat a goddess."

Arthur leans close, his lips at her ear. "Is that what you are? A goddess?"

"Tonight," she purrs, "I'm whatever you want me to be."

That's all the invitation Arthur needs. He releases one of her wrists to tear away the silk covering her body. It rips easily in his hands, leaving her gloriously naked. Her skin is warm and smooth beneath his touch, her body even more perfect without the covering.

She tries to turn, but Arthur keeps her pinned, asserting dominance. "No. You wanted the incubus experience. You'll take it how I give it."

A flash of defiance crosses her face. She pushes back against him, testing his strength. For a moment, they struggle, her surprisingly strong body twisting against his hold. But Arthur is stronger, using his weight and height to keep her pressed against the wall.

"You presume much," she says, her voice husky with desire despite her resistance.

Arthur doesn't back down. Instead, he presses his body fully against hers, letting her feel his hard cock against the cleft of her ass. "I presume exactly what you came here for."

He releases her wrists only to grip her hips, his fingers digging into the flesh hard enough to leave marks. She doesn't try to escape now, instead pushing back against him, grinding her ass against his erection.

"I don't know what game you're playing," Arthur growls in her ear, "but in this room, you're mine."

Something like respect flickers in her amber eyes as she looks back over her shoulder. "Prove it."

Arthur spins her around and crushes his mouth to hers. The kiss is all heat and hunger, their tongues battling for dominance. She tastes of exotic spices and wine, her mouth hot and demanding against his. Her hands aren't idle, tearing at his remaining clothes with surprising strength until he's as naked as she is.

His hands roam her perfect body, finding her breasts heavy and firm, her nipples hardening at his touch. When he pinches one roughly, she gasps into his mouth, her body arching toward him.

Arthur backs her toward the bed, guiding her movements with firm hands on her body. When her legs hit the edge, he pushes her down and stands over her, admiring the sight of this goddess-like being sprawled before him, her auburn hair fanning out across the sheets.

"Is this how you took the wolf princess?" she asks, her voice husky with desire. "Bent her to your will so easily?"

"Nara needed to be reminded of her true nature," Arthur says, his eyes raking over her naked form. "What do you need?"

Her eyes travel down his body, lingering on his hard cock. "To be conquered," she admits. "It's been... a very long time since anyone dared."

Arthur kneels on the bed, his weight making the frame creak. "Then prepare to be thoroughly conquered."

He knelt between her spread legs, but instead of entering her immediately, he lowered his head to taste her. The moment his tongue touched her sex, she cried out, her back arching off the bed. She tasted like the sweetest honey, her pussy already wet and ready for him.

Arthur devoured her, his tongue exploring every fold and crevice of her sex. Her response was immediate and vocal—her back arching off the bed, moans escaping her lips that would surely be heard throughout the palace wing.

"By all the gods," she gasped, her hands finding his hair and gripping tight. "Your tongue—it's been too long since—"

After bringing her to a shuddering climax with his mouth, Arthur rises above her, positioning himself at her entrance. He locks eyes with her, asserting dominance even in this moment of her vulnerability. "Beg."

Her eyes flash dangerously. "I do not beg."

Arthur smiles coldly and pulls back slightly. "Then you don't get fucked."

They stare at each other, a battle of wills that makes the air between them thick with tension. Finally, her expression softens, yielding just enough.

"Please," she whispers, the word clearly unfamiliar on her tongue.

"Please what?" Arthur pushes, enjoying her struggle with pride.

Her eyes narrow, but desire wins out over arrogance. "Please fuck me, Arthur. I need to feel you inside me."

Satisfied, Arthur thrusts forward in one powerful movement, burying himself to the hilt in her heat. The sensation is overwhelming—she is impossibly tight, her pussy gripping him like a fist, hot and wet and perfect.

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: UNKNOWN ENERGY DETECTED]

[VOID EVOLUTION: TEMPORARILY STABILIZED]

The unexpected notification flashes in Arthur's vision, but he has no time to consider it as the goddess beneath him wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

"More," she demands, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Show me why they call you the Incubus King."

As dawn approaches, they lie tangled together, both breathing heavily despite hours of relentless pleasure. Arthur has taken her in every position imaginable, and she has matched him in stamina and hunger.

"You'll face the dungeon soon," she murmurs against his chest. "A test created by Gizmo, but watched by others."

Arthur tenses slightly. "What do you know about it?"

She traces patterns on his chest with her fingertip. "Not everything is as it appears. Trust your instincts, not your eyes."

Before Arthur can question her further, a knock comes at the door. The goddess smiles knowingly. "That would be Gizmo. He always knows when interesting things happen in his realm."

She slips from the bed with surprising grace, gathering the torn remnants of her silk garment. "We'll meet again, Arthur Lionheart. Perhaps in your kingdom next time."

As Gizmo enters, Arthur faces a new challenge—but with the knowledge that he's passed at least one test tonight.