The Succubus

Prince Joshua, wondering as he gazed across the crushed remains of his throne room, just why he had allowed such ruination to his court. A deep throaty laugh followed the prince’s feeling of chagrin. A laugh that had once been a dulcet sound to his lust stricken ears, now made things low in his belly clench and strain. Vivian leered down at him, beady golden eyes glittering as the pink triangle of her tongue darted across the flushed pucker of pouty, but fat, lips.

“Oh my dear Joshua, we are not nearly done. Not if you wish the rest of your pretty marble palace to avoid the same fate.” A pudgy, but graceful hand darted out from an equally corpulent arm, the thick, moon pale flesh jiggling with the succubus’ gesture. Joshua shuddered, more at the cold sensation of her threat than the behemoth mass of her body. Form heaving as Vivian slunk closer to where he sat, Joshua swallowed audibly, that glinting golden gaze of hers dredging up memories.

It had started half a year ago. It seemed so much longer than that in his mind. And with most circumstances, that included princes, it was of course, a quest. Well, perhaps more of a dare, at teas, as Joshua now recalled, through a heady mix of fear, and of course, guilt. A wizard had come to court, bedecked in the most glorious of wardrobes, as wizards are wont to do. The prince had welcomed the eccentric old man, knowing full well that you crossed those of magic ilk at your own peril.

The wizard, grateful of course for the rich food and drink offered in the Prince’s hospitality, had in turn, offered one of two rewards. The first was the wizard’s good word to a neighboring king of Joshua’s good nature and will. Joshua, being old enough to know better, realizing the benefits of political exchanges, but still young enough to be stupid, had quickly dismissed this, and asked to know the wizard’s second choice. A smile then curled across the old man’s lips, not wicked, per-say, but the sort of smile that separates the truly generous from those better known as charlatans.

The wizard knew young men’s hearts, and knew that most were ruled by their lions rather than their heads. Politically inclined young men where no different than the rest. So it was of no surprise when Joshua inquired about the second offer the wizard intended to make. The wizard then told the Prince of a tower, deep within, but what else? The woods, on a cliff, ivy covered and crumbling, in which of course, there was, what else, but a fair and beautiful woman, aching for nothing more than rescue Joshua’s deep brown eyes became large the more and more the wizard elaborated, At the conclusion of his offers, he gave a curt nod and bid Joshua , then retired. Joshua was given an evening to review his choices. In the morning, the wizard would give the prince a map of whichever destination he ended up choosing.

The prince, to his credit, did ponder both prospects long and hard. Political was of course, the wise and decent choice, It would gain him favor and impress his parents upon their return from their own political intrigues. But, he knew little if nothing of the neighboring kingdom of which the wizard had spoken of. He as a prince was used to being paraded around in front of masses of ‘eligible’ women he knew nothing about, with whom he had little or no familiarity with. So, in his mind, and his groin, the sensible thing, if one could use such words in this circumstance, was the maiden in the tower.

A meaty snapping sound brought Joshua’s mind back to the meaty reality of Vivian’s hugeness. She licked that swollen, wet, tongue across his check, down his neck, until the entirety of her massive shimmering skin and the rolls of her fleshy, quivering figure encompassed his vision, making his heart thunder at a rabbit’s pace. His heart thudded more and more quickly, until the only thing he had awareness of was the crash of blood throughout him, quickening things lower down in his body, and the softness of her flesh.

Fear, its own aphrodisiac, at least for Vivian, flared her already formidable appetite. As all creatures created out of immaterial ides of hunger, lust, greed, passion and rage, her attention was easily caught, but not so easily lost, at least not until sated fully. And Vivian, was well, a succubus, and therefore not so easily sated, If at all, really, as Joshua, much to his horrified dismay, had come to realize. The smell of his fear sat on her senses, sweet and cloying, a drop of precious ambrosia that made the quaking of her curves and folds that much more hypnotic.

She wove that almost too sweet power, wove it into the finest net. Her eyes glowed, honey bright, hair the color of newly minted copper coins. A flush came across the pudgy fullness of the succubus’ cheeks. Belatedly, she heard Joshua make a noise of slight protest. But it was too late. The force of her tongue, a slick needy pulse of warm muscle pushed apart the thin, cherry colored line of his lips. As his fear and the length of his cock rose, Vivian drank in that power. And with her consumption, her at once horrendous and beautiful girth swelled, In the back of his mind the prince knew that at any moment his parents were do home..

They would see. But that frantic revelation was lost in the haze of vanilla scented flesh. Vivian’s tongue coursed down the prince’s fragile body, her hands ripping apart the flimsy covering of his clothing. Finally her mouth met his groin and the shocking warmth of her full lips and tongue curled around the swollen, if somewhat average swell of his prick. Vivian cooed, rubbing the softness of her cheek and hair against the nearly hairless expanse of his pale thighs. Golden gaze locked on timid, glazed brown orbs. Vivian chuckled softly, how like a deer caught in the hound’s gaze was her delicious prince looked.

Well, save for of course, that morsel of flesh between her lips. The succubus moaned, and then pressed her mouth down the entirety of Joshua’s throbbing organ, lapping and rolling her lips and tongue along and against the trembling, velvet hardness of it. Finding her rhythm easily she bobbed her mouth, slowly, at first, around and down Joshua’s erection. He shuddered, sighed and bucked. Vivian made soft, lilting noises against him, causing her tongue to vibrate. The shock of sensation made the prince cry out, knees nearly buckling, spine bowed. Vivian felt the magic swell, felt herself swell. Her thin, gauzy dress grew tight. There was a snapping sound. A button, then two, glittered in the light of the braziers before descending earthward to clatter against the slate of the floor.

The prince gave a strangled cry, that Vivian had come to know meant he was close, so close. Her tongue flicked, pulsed, and caressed, thrusting against the swollen, dark head of Joshua’s cock. There was a tearing sound, as taffeta and lace gave way as the succubus pressed outward, her gleaming shimmering skin swelling, the folds undulating, growing more and more vast. Clear fluid beaded on that prick within her lips, and she drank it down, each drop making her body convulse with growth, flesh rolling out in great, wonderful rolls of lustful quivering mountains.

Finally, fingers digging into the arms of his chair, Joshua cried out one last time, filling Vivian’s mouth with thick seed and the efforts of her ministrations. Swallowing, her body glowed with a gem’s fierceness, rolling out and pulsating. Her height increased with it, and Joshua’s brief, tremulous pleasure was brought to nearly painful halt by the enraged screaming of voices that he realized, after a moment of labored breathing, to be his parents. He stammered, trying to think of where to begin an explanation. Covering his face with the heels of his palm, he shuddered, eying Vivian’s piggy continence with something not quite revulsion, but nothing any longer considered lustful.

“WHAT have you brought upon our kingdom” was his mother’s outrage. His father was staring at disbelief at the ruined throne room. Vivian cackled softly and pushed herself up to her hooves, clicking across the floor until she pressed herself against Joshua, all but smothering him as she pressed him up into the great mountains of her breasts and the slope of her now bare belly. She said nothing, thankfully. He had come to find that she rarely if ever spoke around others, merely cooed and rubbed herself against him. He was thankful that the curtain of her hair and the folds of her shimmering skin hid his shame from his parents, though he assumed that her nudity more than unbalanced any sense of false purity her coverage of him provided.

Another flash back hazed over the prince’s vision. This was perhaps a month and a half in. Vivian was roughly six feet tall, still even enough in height and body as to not be…astounding. A spectacle, perhaps, but any misgivings anyone managed to have about the magical nature of the succubus where quickly dismissed.

This was Vivian’s own doing. Her normal magics were augmented by the ability to cause people to ignore or dismiss her presence. It was really the only way to get by without having oneself draped in various holy items and being shouted at by the clergy. It was the more subtle of her abilities. Her seduction, however, was not. That, she had borrowed a few tricks from some of the other various magical creatures that resided in that forest the prince had so poorly chosen to make his destination all those months ago. The prince shook himself, and eyed her slowly. She blew him a kiss, and then smiled perfect teeth behind perfect lips. She laughed inwardly, her own mind wandering even as she pressed Joshua closer against the plush warmth of her folds.

It was mostly glamor. Vivian knew that in general, one such as herself was always….overly enticing to males. They seemed to like leaner flesh. Or, if nothing else, a preference towards girls sans hooves and delicate horns, which meant it was Vivian’s job to use enough of her magical ability to make herself look desirable. And not simply desirable, to make it seem as though she was the only woman on earth, the only water in the proverbial dessert of oversexed, under fed masculinity. This was an inherent magic on her part. She did not need to work hard to achieve it. It was simply part of her, the way skin and hair were part of a being. It made her lips seem to glisten with the ripeness of fruit. Her eyes dark with kohl, so that those lashes where that much longer, fluttering. It made her already rich voice melodious, made her eyes seem drops of honey in the pale frame of her flushed, full face. That is to say, she made herself seem like everything men thought they wanted.

Not what they actually wanted, of course, which was not how those of her ilk worked. You did not give someone all of what they wanted, sexual or otherwise, all at once. Then they got suspicious. And when that happened, well, all that hard work was for naught. By now, she was six feet in height, and perhaps three hundred fifty pounds. But her muscular legs were able to hold up the weight. She went around, slapping a few asses, fluttering her eyes. The growth was slower than before at this point, it simply became that way once a certain point was reached.

It would be perhaps twice a month now. Vivian was not as greedy as she had been at first, nor did she partake of more complete meals each time she went hunting. She could have increased it if she wished, but as all magic holds a price, her price would either have been outright discovery, for there were still women folk around, and those who did not enjoy the touch of a woman, as well as the fact that well, humans were mortal, and if you overexerted them, then you were left with nothing so much as a useless drained husk.

She had the court under her grip. The prince was helpless, and soon the captain as well. Much of what she did, the portion that was not subtle, or seduction, anyway, was much like weaving her innate abilities into a fine net, that she cast out mentally and emotionally. Humans called such things by different names, names that had nothing to do with magic, but it was much the same, save for being, well, stronger. More precise, and ultimately, inescapable, for although she was not an ancient creature, Vivian was not young, and therefore skilled in ensuring that those her magical net ensnared were well, willing and able to serve her, to stay with her because the promise of that soft warmth, that openness and willingness to be with them, was irresistible, and very real.

Vivian would not say she loved. It was not in her nature. But she was not overtly malicious. Just greedy. They could probably be counted as much the same thing, as far as a size changing succubus was concerned, but she never overtly hurt anyone in the more…traditional sense. Emotionally was a different matter, but well, once a creature of base nature, always a creature of base nature. She could not help what she was. And she was not about to stop for some pithy tales of romance.

Finally, his father’s gaze fell on the massive figure of Vivian. Joshua found his voice, and briefly explained how he had come to find the succubus. He then detailed the trip to the tower, and finding inside a curvy, lively maiden by the name of Vivian, with pleasant hazel eyes and wavy red hair. At that point, boots had hidden her oh so dainty hooves, and her horns had been cleverly masked under the thick pile of hair atop her sweet, apple shaped face. Joshua had been enamored. She had said not a word the entire time, only battered her eye lashes and pushed her lovely curvaceous form close against him in the saddle they shared on the journey back.

He should have known, in her eagerness, even then, that something was amiss. Vivian, for she gave him only her name, no mention of surname, no implication of heritage or home that something was amiss. But, again, ruled by his groin and those darkly lined, batting eyes, he could not move himself to think of anything but her. They had barely made it back to the palace before she fell upon him, tearing off his clothing with supple hands. Her pattern of bawdy behavior made itself apparent in that moment, when he had sprung, fully ready for her attentions, in the main hallway of his palace.

At that first moment for them she left most of his clothing on, moving only his pants down just enough. Hiking her skirts up, her backside pinned against his groin, she had tucked the length of him between those perfect orbs that were her ass cheeks. Then, fervor came over her, grinding and pressing herself so that the length of him was crushed between the perfection of that white flesh. Joshua swallowed, knowing full well that the servants could see. But she seemed not to care, and with ignorance of anything around them but that moment, he too was caught up in the moment. At first he merely wriggled his hips enough to cause the slightest sliding of flesh upon flesh. But when she turned to him, pouty those heart shaped lips in a way that made his chest tight, he had swallowed back his hesitation.

Moving his hands quickly to the swell of hips, he clamped his fingers down against them, leaving divots in the skin. Then with one trembling jerk, he began to slide his cock in between those two full moons. His grip upon her was more than anything, to steady himself, for once he showed any willingness at all, she cried out, and began to slam herself up and down against him, engulfing and surrounding him within those cheeks, but not as of yet, offering him that most taboo of places. His mouth was against the shell of her ear, begging, pleading, but her pace was just enough that he was unable to fulfill himself fully of her backside.

Around them servants muttered behind extended hands, but he ignored it, their voices nothing more than whispers in his lust filled haze. Vivian, for her part, did much the same, tittering at him like some mix of siren and songbird. Her back arched, and those cheeks folded themselves around his ass. A reward of fluid was the product of that compress of her rump. As soon as the mess of it fell across her lunar skin, she shuddered, and grew. As this was the first time, it was not much. But it was enough. Enough for Joshua to cry out in a strangled gasp as those twin moons became that much more voluptuous around his prick. The seams of her dress snapped in a shred of cloth, though most of it remained.

The prince simply ignored it, as he ignored the louder and louder protests of his court at this episode. Oh, there would be rumors. There would be so very many of them, and none of it would bode well for the prince. But Joshua did not care. He was so close, so very close, and with one final slam against those jiggling, dancing rounds of flesh, he painted just what she was doing to him across her curves, head pressed to the back of her neck, sighing and gasping into her hair. Her butt wiggled, and her skin grew even warmer beneath his hands. Her hair could no longer hide the careful arching twin horns, and the very tips of the bone and skin ornaments peeked up.

Joshua recalled having then thought them cute, merely some oddity, some esoteric mentioning of a history he honestly did not care much about. For now, only her pulsating, growing, glowing flesh mattered to him. Finally, after her motions hand quieted, and her breathing no longer the shuddering whisper that made him shake so much, had calmed, he murmured that perhaps they should finish making their way to his rooms, and clean up. People were staring out right now, and all those who had watched their final moments seem to be frozen. As Vivian moved, smoothing her skirts, Joshua belted his tunic over the now stained leather.

“Sire….everyone saw that. That woman is a creature of magic. You…you cannot simply just bring something of her nature into the palace and the kingdom as if she was a bride” the captain of the royal guard tugged that the Prince’s belled sleeve frantically, trying to bring some lick of sense to Joshua’s glazed brown yes. If he had been a braver man, he would have struck the prince outright. But he was not, and no risk was so great as to leave a mark upon the flesh of a royal family member. Or so the captain of the guard had thought at the time. He gazed at the king, swallowing back a mouthful of bile.

The captain, or Philip, as he was known to his peers, had indeed, attempted to warn Joshua of his brash choices, and their repercussions. He saw that, while it was only in the smallest of increments, over the course of those oh so long six months, that this Vivian, for that was all she had called herself, fed upon carnal desires and acts. Philip knew too little of magical creatures himself to be able to pinpoint exactly what variety of succubus this particular one might be, for despite what the common man thought, there were many. He suspected she was of the less violent variety, for he saw nothing that were violent tendencies in her lusts, only that she was well, gluttonous.

The first proof of this had come about two months and a fortnight into Vivian’s appearance within the quaint little kingdom. Philip had noted that she only seemed to grow in smaller bursts, every few weeks. But, by the time that two months had finally come to pass, she was nearly six feet in height, nearly unheard of for a woman. And though she was not quite a living wall of flesh, by then, she’d gone up nearly two clothing sizes, leaving many of the court’s seamstresses at their wits end trying to keep the corpulent beauty from prancing around on her delicate hooves and muscular legs in the nude.

At first, Philip had thought himself immune to her charms. He’d led a soldier’s life, and it took more than a pretty face and a nice set of tits to really get his blood flowing. And he had generally preferred women that were a bit on the skinny side. Or so he had though. One evening, Joshua had been called away by politics. This was nothing out of the ordinary, in terms of royal duties, or so everyone had assumed. It had left one important factor, however, that the court and Philip specifically, would only realize later on. Vivian’s attention was left to wander to other prospects. And as fate would of course, have it, her attention wandered to Philip.


It was not an intentional choice on her part; he was simply in the wrong place at the right time. And so it was that Vivian wove her magic, the magic born of lust, need, that base desire that can sometimes lead to love, but is never rooted into it. And in that net, Philip was caught. Her golden gaze caught his, and she whispered sweet promises into his ear, chubby fingers curling through his swatch of dirty blond hair. Philip cringed, at first, but slowly her charms melted even his composure, and whatever misgivings he might perhaps have regarding her appearance.
Subtle, at first, was the succubus.

A few coy smiles here, a wink here and there, even while she was attached to the arm of the prince, she flirted wordlessly with the captain. He ignored it, at first, giving her narrowed looks to show he was not impressed. Not only was his ire raised at the thought she would dare to use her magic on him, but as well, the fact that she had no other loyalty to the prince himself as a means to an end, grated on Philip. But, for all that he shielded himself mentally, and avoided her when it was at all possible, which was tricky, given that she never seemed to part from the prince’s side, all his work eventually proved useless.

Hips rocking back and forth, dainty hooves clicking across the stone floor with
heavy falls, the noise what one would expect from a draft horse, rather than some dewy eyed maiden, she led him to the room she and Joshua usually shared. Vivian did not bother to shut the door, merely urged Philip towards the bed, plush, but steady hands finding the buckles and tabs on his armor, almost as if such disrobing was second nature to her. Once nothing remained but the quilted padding worn under armor remained, the succubus slid up on the bed next to him, all the while a charming mix of grace and speed, despite her bulk.

She pulled the flouncing, gauzy fabric of her skirts up, revealing the mounded flesh of her sex, thighs quivering. Philip felt his pace quicken, felt blood drain from everything but his loins, cock soon throbbing in an eager line against the fabric of what little clothing still covered his thighs. A quick jerk and the fabric came away. Rather than simply pressing himself into the tightness of her sex, she stopped him partially. A noise of indignation came, followed by an all too familiar eager grunting. Philip sighed, nuzzling as her hand pressed a steady finger to his lips to silence him.

She then carefully opened her legs once more, but urged him to rest himself between the apex of her quivering, shimmering thighs. Swallowing back his doubt, he nodded, carefully pressing himself against the softness. Her legs slowly eased back together, leaving the length of him parallel to her lips. Vivian made a noise like a purr, biting down and suckling the captain’s lips gently, tugging the tough, thin lines against her own lushness, nibbling and licking, urging him to give, just a little. Finally, that last little increment of magic pushed outward, dissolving all the restraint that Philip had managed to build up for nearly a decade regarding resisting his own needs.

With one long groaning shudder, he pressed himself against the decadent promise of those thighs, dragging himself over and over again against that soft, warm, perfect skin, eyes half closed as he saw a blush come over her, making her a great pink moon of flesh beneath him. Those thighs, much to his surprise, were velvet against the long hardness of him. And with each successive thrust, his cock was driven against her lips, grinding and massaging that oh so delicate pearl of flesh tucked between her vastness.

Licking his lips, he nuzzled between her breasts, each bigger than his own head, nipples perked even as gravity dragged them to the side like so much ripe, willing fruit. His mouth found one of those perked points, digging his teeth in, slowly, at first, ears ringing with the staccato of her voice keening up in pitch.

His hips drove on and on, the only thing left to him in that moment the warmth of her flesh, the cry of her voice as lust drowned out all senses, flooding taste, sight, smell, hearing and touch with nothing but the slap of flesh, the wail of delight and the scent, taste and feel of sex and need. His back arched, and within his deepest portions he felt that clenching, that drawing of sensation that meant that he was quickly nearing as much as he could stand of this shuddering, pale beauty beneath him. Her nails found his back, twining in his hair at last, dragging his attention from the sucking tug of his tongue and lips on her swollen, brown-red nipples to the full redness of her mouth.

She suckled his tongue, bucked up against him with even more force, driving his cock between her thighs with a rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh, cock tip bumping against that oh so sensitive bud of pleasure, until finally, with one last great heaving, sighing, tumultuous cry, orgasm ripped through her, digging her fingers into his scalp, her massiveness heaving , an ocean of lush and dark warmth beneath him. Thighs squeezed around his prick, and it was too much, too much, and he spilled his ardor across the sleekness of those pale, rolling thighs, across that bright thatch of copper colored hair tangled on the mound of her sex.

He had no answer as to why he had not made a bolder attempt to stop Joshua. However, the king’s ire was not the captain’s only current worry. The queen was in a rage. She had seen the way the king had gazed upon that mountainous, sinful mass of wondrous white flesh. Envy was nearly as powerful a dame as lust and by far the more vindictive of the two. Finally, though the queen relented, and retired, dragging Joshua with her to discuss the matter

Slowly, Philip’s head shook, dissolving that memory. He turned again to the king, whose eyes were narrowed to dangerous slits; brow furrowed in a face flushed a crimson color. Swallowing, Philip quickly began to machinate on an explanation, though he realized that there was nothing to say that would excuse what had occurred. He began with the prince’s quest. Detailing the wizard and the offers, and then the Succubus’ arrival to the castle proper, and how each time the prince laid with her she…well, grew. The king’s leer of rage became less powerful, exchanged with a more thoughtful look, but none the less his displeasure was still obvious.

“And suggestions on what to do about this? The castle is in ruins. Her…hooves?! Have torn up most of the floor where her great fat body has been wobbling…”

“Actually she’s…quite graceful. And she was not…wobbling. She was striding, and the force of her running is what caused the cracks. And well…she cannot stop easily on stone, not with hooves.”

“I did not ask you for an explanation on the architecture, I asked for one about this….creature!”

Apparently, at that point, Vivian, with her now nearly fifteen feet of height, and enormous mass, overheard his angry cries. Sashaying, her corpulent, heaving hips splaying back and forth with the motion, for she was indeed, graceful, despite her size, stopped in front of the king. Bending so that her face was level with his, her great body sliding against the cool stone of the throne room, she let the beady, jewel eyes lock on the king’s. Then, she gave her best pout, pink lips perking out from one and other, shining softly.

“But your highness, I have done nothing but bring joy and merriment to many of the men within your kingdom. How do you think I managed to get to this size?”

As the king raised his voice in protest, the succubus’ magic wove it’s way around him, stealing away his ability to protest, enrapturing him in the delicacies of her touch, the smell of her skin, and the soft warmth of her giant frame. Shivering, he attempted to draw breath, words, but everything that game to mind disappeared in a haze of lust. And with the dissolving of the king’s rational thought, Vivian knew she had won.

Vivian knew, as one of her kind, that the key to overthrowing a kingdom, in order to drink of its…well, carnal assets, was to start at the rulers. It was a bold move, but like sheep, the people would follow were the rulers led. And if they led them to her, well, then, she could glut herself on their lust until she was drunk on it. And as succubus, she could even turn the women folk to her ways, if not outright, and then get their blood boiling to a point where they would pounce upon their men folk. And then she would feed, and she would rule this land, through lust, growing ever bigger. Slowly, always slowly, but none the less growing, not only in size, of course, but in power, as well, and she knew soon her plan would be at fruition.

The king and captain’s full attention where then left on Vivian, who gave her honey gaze over to the two men, tongue darting over her lips. Her breasts hung about level to their heads when she was sitting and them standing. They pushed closer to her, rolling their cheeks against the smooth splendor of her skin and groaning their adoration. Slowly, their hands rubbed and petted at her flesh, one hand finding the sagging flesh of her heavy breasts, rolling and crushing those bell shaped mounds. Each man found a nipple, the captain’s scruff tickling the soon swollen pucker of Vivian’s nipples. Her behemoth warmth soon swelled again, flesh pouring out in a great wave of pleasurable sighing groans. Their pricks pressed against her folds, her thick fingers running down to twine in the dense thatches of their hair. Around them, the castle heaved, and buckled, as the throne room finally started to give way.

Soon that sacred dance of flesh on flesh began again, rubbing, pressing, rolling their organs against her warmth, her shining, flushed pink skin, and she cooed at them, stroked up and down their small, spindly bodies, touching necks, backs, squeezing inner thighs, causing each man to jolt and squirm against her with all that much more fervor. Finally, she leaned back against the wall of the throne room, feeling the marble and slate shudder softly. She knew the wall would not survive this one last pit of pleasure.

Her hands continued to stroke and pet along the men’s spines and backs, tickling, rubbing, teasing, caressing. All the while she was gentle, so as not to distract them from the way their hips rutted against her stately folds. Licking their lips, they suckled those plate sized nipples greedily, bringing them to shining peeks between eager lips. Vivian groaned, feeling their masculine hardness between her warm folds. They wallowed in her chest’s girth, purring and shivering in pleasure as she caressed and rocked against them. Soon she heard their breath grow more and more raged, feeling them jolting up against her with more and more speed, until the last bit of their seed sprayed across her perfect skin. With one last heaving sigh, her body expanded once more. It would not be the last time it did so, but it was enough.

Enough that the castle’s wall cracked, and crumbled, and started to fall; It was only one wall, and in truth something that could have been easily fixed. But for now, Vivian’s concentration rested on lifting herself, and her lovers out of the way of the mayhem. Only long enough for her to settle back down and pull them against her warmth. The destruction had gained her an audience, and as she looked on, the other guards, the prince, and more and more members of the royal household, servants, and even some nearby villagers.

Vivian smiled inwardly, and let them all come and stare at her curiously. She made kissing, cooing motions, beckoning them with come hither motions of her pudgy fingers and eyes. They came, willingly, though some still held the confusion of what was going on in their eyes. Vivian was not overly worried; she knew how to fix that, easily enough. And now she had all the time in the world to bring her plan to further fruition. For now, she rested, letting the humans gaze on her, like some goddess. And as well they should, she thought, grinning softly.