The Hero Became a Succubus, and the Only Way to Level is to… What?!

Dispelling the rest of Rudura village took an entire day. The only way for Kanae to achieve it was to cast the spell through the Blade of the First Temptress, too, which required an incredible store of mana. On its own, Dispel wasn’t strong enough to end the magical sickness. To that end, Rosaline and Eliza brewed mana potions to feed her, but they soon ran out of reagents and ingredients.

When they exhausted the alchemy laboratory, Kanae had to resort to the tried and true method of draining people for mana. Although Petyr was the first to be cured, she absolutely refused having sex with a succubus. Eliza offered herself on a silver platter, and Kanae gladly partook of the sorceress’ plush body.

A line of eager men volunteered to do the same. Jareth’s son Robin was the last in the back, and although Kanae had filled up the enchanted sword to capacity, she made room for him.

”Keep going, keep going!” Kanae had her legs locked behind Robin’s waist, arms wrapped around him, and savoring the throngs of ecstasy as he thrusted into her in the missionary position.

”It’s coming again, Queen Kanae… I… nnh!” Robin squeezed his eyes shut and shuddered.

Kanae cupped Robin’s cheeks and kissed him. Her tongue wormed its way into his mouth. Fresh hot cum poured deep into her pussy. They stayed attached in bed for a while longer, cuddling and wrestling playfully.

”How was your first time?” Kanae asked.

”It was amazing! I’m so happy my first time was with you!” Robin beamed.

”Hehe. You’re so sweet.” She kissed him again and coaxed another erection. ”Awww. Looks like you’re still hard. Do you want to keep going?”

”Can you do that thing with your mouth again?” He gulped.

Kanae scooted down between Robin’s legs and licked his dick clean. A knock on the door interrupted them as she rode him in for another round.

”Amethyst, are you finished in there yet? Petyr’s demanding you hurry and Dispel the incubi brothers!” Eliza shouted from the other side of the door.

”I’m cumming!” Kanae moaned.

”Alright, I’ll meet you upstairs,” she said and walked away.

Robin reached up to grab Kanae’s breasts and blew his load into her. Spent at last, they cleaned up and got dressed.

”Can we do this again sometime, Queen Kanae?” Robin asked as the two exited the room.

”Of course. But from now on, you can drop ’Queen’ and just call me by name,” Kanae said.

”Yes, Kanae!” He flashed a boyish grin.

Kanae ushered Robin away, then headed upstairs to Petyr’s suite. The high elven paladin was waiting impatiently in the bedroom. All five incubi brothers were lying in their own bed, sheets pulled up to their chins and wet towels laid over their foreheads. They were all in their usual adult forms, probably too sick to maintain the defense mode one.

Despite this, Petyr sat by Vesh’s side and held his hand tightly. She glanced over her shoulder when Kanae came in.

”What took you?” Petyr growled.

”S-Sorry. I got carried away.” Kanae rubbed the back of her head and bowed apologetically.

The incubi brothers were the last ones that needed to be dispelled. With what little energy Vesh mustered up, he had insisted that Rudura’s villagers be first.

Kanae drew the Blade of the First Temptress and casted Dispel. Her enchanted sword empowered the simple spell by several magnitudes, expending every last drop of mana she had drained from men and recovered from cursed prisoners.

Curtain drapes around the room whipped violently as the energy rippled outwards from Kanae. The color in the incubi’s faces returned. Although they didn’t wake yet, their breathing had steadied and pain seemingly subsided.

”Ugh…” Vesh’s eyes fluttered open just a crack. ”Gods, I feel terrible.”

”Are you alright?” Petyr asked, brushing his blonde hair matted from sweat.

”I think so… Oh, crap. My form isn’t—”

”Don’t worry about that right now. Rest.” She smiled.

Vesh blushed a little. Exhaustion took him soon, and eventually his eyelids fell shut.

”Wow. If I didn’t know any better, you love these demons.” Kanae teased.

”Shut up.” Petyr shot a burning glare. ”You have my thanks, but don’t push it. I’m still waiting for my castle, which you haven’t given me yet. Anyway, have you figured out who the bastard is that caused this sickness?”

”The others are on that. I’ve been dispelling people all day. Eliza checked in on me earlier and didn’t mention anything about the culprit, so I assume not. I’m going to go see if they made any updates though. Do you want to come with?” she offered.

The elf took one look at the incubi brothers and declined.

”I’d like to stay here until they wake up. They have done a lot for me. It’s only right I do the same,” Petyr said.

”I understand.” Kanae promised to bring some food back for them later and headed out.

Eliza’s tower had landed at the entrance of Rudura village when they first arrived. For Kanae, it was a short flight from the inn to the sorceress’ residence. She entered the alchemy laboratory through a window to find Cantu and several undead mages.

They were going around the room, from table to table, brewing potions. Edina was nowhere to be seen, but her undead moved with precision and avoided bumping into each other like a well-oiled machine.

”Ah, Kanae.” The Necro Lord-turned death knight looked up. ”My mistress and your companions are in Lady Bedlam’s library.”

”Thanks, but what are you guys doing?” Kanae asked.

”Rosaline recognized that it isn’t feasible for you to cure an entire city like Ehmvier. Rudura is significantly smaller in scale. The only way to truly fix this problem is a mass-produced potion. She asked Edina for some extra assistants in developing one, and we are that help. We’re following the alchemist’s instructions to the dot. Unfortunately, the potions are… ineffective,” he explained dejectedly.

Kanae joined Cantu over by the counter, where he pointed out several failed batches and another batch of untested ones. They had been working all day to brew these. It seemed Rosaline was really putting her all into the plague.

Something stiff brushed up against Kanae’s legs. She looked back. Cantu was right behind her, and so was his massive monster penis that Edina had stitched on with necromantic magic.

”Hey… Do you mind taking a step back? Your dick is kind of in the way,” Kanae said.

”My apologies! This undead body lacks certain biological processes and acts on its own every now and then. Although, perhaps you could… give it a hand?” Cantu suggested coyly.

Still tingly from a marathon of sex earlier, Kanae almost fell to temptation when she put her hands on his large cock until—

”Well, well. Looks like I’m not the only necrophiliac!” Edina’s voice erupted from a nearby skeletal mage. ”Kanae, we’re downstairs if you’re looking for us.”

”I-I’ll be right there. We’ll take a rain check, Cantu!” Kanae hurried downstairs.

”Curses! The pain of being blue-balled persists through death.” Cantu sighed.

Edina, Rosaline, and Eliza were on the second floor landing of the tower’s multi-story library. The trio surrounded a table with books stacked up to their faces. A small army of undead minions scoured the other floors, climbing on ladders, digging through shelves, and rummaging in boxes.

”Did you guys find anything?” Kanae asked.

”I believe so.” Eliza beckoned her to the table and brandished a heavy tome. ”I have here a record of almost all known crowned classes, their racial links, and only a modicum of associated skills and spells. This was passed down to me from my old master and is a work in progress.”

They skimmed through the tome in search of classes and spells that could possibly be responsible for the plague. Several potential culprits popped up. When it came to classes, there was Plaguemancer, Red Mage, and Witch Doctor.

All three possessed the ability and method to create disease-like spells. Plaguemancer, signified by their sigil of a jawless skull, was the most likely perpetrator, with spells named Contagion, Pestilence, Cull the Weak, and more. Red Mage was the next likely. They were a unique Mage class, a sort of blank slate that built up a bank of spells by learning from others. Finally, Witch Doctor was the least likely, because while they were able to mimic spells, it could only be done by infusing them into potions and then imbibing the concoctions.

Kanae recalled talking to Aisha before, Mitty’s hobgoblin sister, who was crowned Witch Doctor. Her capacity to concoct spell potions were limited, requiring very specific circumstances, reagents, and a lot of time.

Eliza put the book down and rubbed her chin. ”We shouldn’t discount any of the three as our perpetrators yet. Not until we know more. I’m sure we all would like to point to Plaguemancer, but something seems off.” She pointed to Contagion.

[Contagion: Infect a target with a magical debilitating disease that spreads from host to host through exposure.]

”When you think about it, Contagion doesn’t appear to be what we’re dealing with. We haven’t been infected in spite of being around the sick so often. This must be spreading through an active effort,” she added.

”Right. And the clergy at the Church of Many were fine, even though they’ve been taking care of the sick for weeks,” Kanae recalled.

”But that just means the Plaguemancer could be using a different spell. What about Red Mage? It’s entirely possible they learned the spells from a Plaguemancer one day and went rogue,” Edina suggested.

The sorceress agreed. ”A lot is possible. Perhaps we can narrow down what we know? Kanae, who would benefit from the Commonwealth falling ill?”

Where to even begin? After living in this world for years, Kanae had made plenty of enemies and rivals.

”If you want to put it that way, then it’s Ortesia and the Cult of Lust and Depravity. We didn’t exactly have a picnic with each other in Savir… I really hope it isn’t them. If it is, we’ve got a huge problem on our hands,” Kanae said.

”Whoever they are,” Rosaline began quietly, ”it started with adventurers. All of Rudura fell sick, and now the citizens of Ehmvier are slowly growing sicker. It appears our culprit was slowly testing the proverbial waters of the plague, working their way up to a more populated settlement.”

”In other words, the one responsible is in my city making things worse now. All this time, we thought it was a sickness spreading out of control. Eliza, I’m ready to return to Ehmvier when you are. We have to get back and do something,” she urged.

”I’m with you, Amethyst. As are Rosaline and Edina. However, we would be searching through a city of tens of thousands. You can’t truly expect to uncover the perpetrator in a single day? If we’re made sick as well, we would be out of commission from solving this for some time.” Eliza frowned.

Kanae deflated. Her citizens might not be dying, but they were suffering more and more with every passing day.

”Ehmvier’s my home, and we still gotta do something about it. We sure as three hells ain’t making any more progress here,” Edina spoke up.

”Second. The city of Ehmvier has treated me very well since I moved. I’ll not allow this disease to ravage the commonfolk. I’ll stake my next molt on coming up with a working potion soon!” Rosaline exclaimed.

”You guys…” Kanae sucked in a quivering breath.

”Very well. Let us return to Ehmvier. The furnaces are not quite yet at capacity. Edina, your undead are once again needed,” Eliza said.

”Yeah, yeah. Slave driver.” The necromancer groaned.

Several nearby undead threw their master an exhausted look.

Kanae pitched in to help shovel crystallized mana into the furnaces. The Arcen powered up within the hour. They were about to leave when someone started pounding on the tower’s front door. When Eliza and Kanae headed down to answer it, they were met with Petyr and Vesh in boy form.

”Yo! We wanted to come and offer our help,” Vesh said.

”Let me guess. Petyr wanted to help, but you’re saying it in her stead because she can’t admit it?” Kanae smirked.

”Tch. Let’s go back.” Petyr spun around.

”My little brothers are fine now thanks to them. They helped us, so it’s only right we return the favor. I want to help,” he implored.

Petyr stopped walking and heaved a sigh. She returned to the tower, but not looking happy about it. Kanae was starting to see how easily an incubus could charm women, if even Petyr relented so quickly around one. Still, there seems to be something between them that was cute in their own way.