Chapter 565 – Isabella, the Living Grimoire

The living grimoire slapped Kanae across the cheek with her flowing ribbon bookmark. It didn't hurt but did echo sharply through the illusory mountains.

"Excuse me. A succubus should be happier. Where's the enthusiasm? The eagerness? Let's see…" Isabella spun around to get a look at each of them until her gaze landed on Thored. The bookmark sprung erect as the beastman's cock. "My, my! Now, there is a mighty specimen to get started on. You, my new succubus owner, fuck this man and drench us both in his seed this instance."

"What?! My seed is not something to freely drench on anyone. I also take offense to you treating it like it's yours!" Thored huffed.

Kanae couldn't take her eyes off the massive rod of meat and swallowed hard.

He backed away after noticing her stare, saying, "Oh, no. The last time you tempted me, I had quite the miserable and humiliating experience! I've been branded a pervert because of you!"

"We're in a private bath house this time. And your dick is so much bigger than before. Don't you think it'd feel really good stretching out my tight little pussy?" Kanae waded slowly into the water after him as her sense of reasoning waned.

"Kanae, what about me? Forget Thored. I'm ready to be yours! Use me as you wish!" Minestra pleaded.

"Hmmm. I quite like this one's enthusiasm, but my pages are dry and in need of sustenance. Nothing but the sweet nectar straight from the sack will suffice," Isabella said.

Kanae picked up Lust from her basket of clothes and casted Sleep on Minestra. The herzulith teetered, trying to stay awake until she couldn't resist the spell any longer. She fell backwards upright against the pool. Meanwhile, Thored climbed out of it. He smacked right into the wall and felt around in desperation.

"Where is it? Where's the exit? Let me out of here! There's a hungry succubus in here that's going to drain me!" Thored cried.

"Why so scared?" Kanae embraced him from behind, her breasts pressed to his back and both hands stroking the length of his cock. "It'll be like when we were in your tomb again. Remember when all we did was have sex constantly?"

"Ohhh, yes… I-I mean, no! I won't fall for it again, you temptress. My mind is steeled against your wiles. Nothing you throw at me will work. Especially not with your lithe hands, and honeyed words… and…" The wall he had put up didn't last very long and already crumbled.

She got on her toes and whispered into his ear, "Turn around for me. Let me see how excited you are."

Thored did as asked, giving Kanae a close-up view of his cock made giant by the Erectus spell. She dropped down to sandwich it between her breasts. His nails scraped the wall as she kneaded them. She whipped her tail around, which opened into a slimy three-pronged maw and suckled on his throbbing balls.

"Heavens, this feels different… I feel like I'm going to explode! What did that spell do to me?" Thored moaned.

"Don't hold back! Cum all over me! You know you want to. Paint me white with your thick and virile seed~" Kanae grinded her face against his cock and licked the tip.

"It's coming!" He blew a load of incredible volume, more than should be possible for his size. Instead of strings of spunk, a geyser sprayed all over Kanae and the bath. Isabella danced under the rain of cum, flipping through countless pages to catch as much as possible.

"Oh, gods! It's all over my face! I feel it sliding down inside my eye sockets… Get it off! Get it off!" Cantu screamed from across the pool.

The skull rolled into the bath water, sinking to the bottom. Kanae shuddered as the hot goo clung to every inch of her skin. She licked her palm, rubbed it all over her breasts, and fingered herself.

"Now for the fun part— Hey! You're soft?" Kanae complained as a shred of clarity returned.

Thored's cock had diminished back to its original size, soft and limp.

"Ahh… That… took a lot… more out of me… than I thought…" Thored slid down the wall, looking weak.

"Ugh." Kanae rubbed her head when a distant pain nipped at her. "I feel like I almost lost control again."

After a quick look around, maybe she did. Minestra had fallen unconscious from the Sleep spell. Cantu was at the bottom of the pool. And Thored appeared worse for wear from climaxing just once. Kanae knew he normally had more to go around.

Isabella flew up to Kanae in high spirits. "Mm, mmm, mmh. Delicious! I am beyond revitalized and my pages moisturized. I had hoped to see you ride that horseman, saddled and harnessed, but a tittyjob was just as enjoyable. If you're wondering why he is so drained, Erectus is a curse spell. It renders those with cocks hard until the one who casted it satisfies them. All that life energy, given in a single blow. Hahahaha!"

"Just what are you?" Kanae grabbed Isabella, holding her still. "You say you're a living grimoire, but the ones I've met before always had a catch to them. What's your catch? Are you… a servant of Satine?"

"My, my. Now that is a name I haven't heard in some time. May I ask you the same? Are you a servant of Satine?" the living grimoire asked.

Kanae froze. She wasn't sure how to respond just yet. To whom did Isabella owe her loyalty to? The one who unlocked her, or to a devil?

"I am," Kanae lied. "I serve the devil, Satine, as one of her faithfuls. As a member of the Cult of Lust and Depravity, I'm working towards bringing her into this world."

"Ah," Isabella simply said.

The living grimoire slammed shut and smacked Kanae in the face. Everything turned white. Her nose stung fiercely. The door creaked open, and Isabella flew out in a hurry.

"What the… Get back here!" Kanae pursued her down the corridor.

"You're not going to catch me, cultist bitch!" Isabella outlined a middle finger with her ribbon bookmark.

"Wait, I lied! I'm not actually a Lust and Depravity cultist! I just thought you were, and telling the truth might put a spy next to me!"

"You aren't fooling me. Go tell Satine to fuck herself!" The living grimoire threw herself through a door and into a private bath.

Kanae followed Isabella in and walked out into a forest lake, teeming with wildlife. Leaves rustled as squirrels darted from branch to branch. Birds chirped a pleasant tune from high up in the canopy.

"What's this chick doing in here? Did someone order a prostitute?" someone asked.

When Kanae spun around, a trio of male canine beastmen were staring at her. Each of them were in the middle of washing themselves.

"Oh, I… Sorry for intruding. I'm looking for a flying and talking book," Kanae said nervously.

"A what?" One of the beastman scratched his head.

"I know what this is! Dreizel did say that every ten stamps, we get a special something. This must be part of the suite package for being a loyal customer. She must be an illusion conjured up by this place. Well, don't mind if I do!" Another yanked her closer and didn't hesitate to plunge his cock into her pussy down to the knot.

The impact knocked the wind from Kanae's lungs.

"Ahhh! Wait, I'm not—"

A second beastman grabbed Kanae by the head and forced her to deep throat his dick. The size of his member stretched her mouth wide open. All three took turns fucking her and made use of every hole. By the time they were done, her ass and pussy leaked with fresh cum. Her stomach churned and sloshed from swallowing their countless loads, too.

Not a single one, however, realized that Kanae was a real succubus and not an illusion. She passively drained them until they started passing out one after another.

"Who's a good boy? You are… You are, for fucking my pussy… Keep knotting me! Don't let a single drop of cum slip out!" Kanae continued riding the last conscious beastman, whose hands gripped her thighs weakly.

"No… No more… Dreizel… how long is this illusion gonna last? My dick… feels like it's going to snap off…" he mumbled.

Kanae rode him for one last load, wringing his dick dry until the balls were empty. She wiped the cum from her lips and sighed. Pleasure washed over her in another orgasm, and she came back to her senses having taken more victims.

"Not again!" Kanae groaned.

"Ha! Get fucked!" Isabella taunted from the door.

Kanae cursed under her breath. She considered casting Magic Hand to catch Isabella. But one wrong move, and the living grimoire might just book it away, never to be seen again.

"I'm sorry about lying, alright? What is it going to take for you to believe me? I've battled the cult across the continent!" Kanae explained.

"In that case… Call Satine a stupid, dry-cunt, skank," Isabella said.

"Really? That's it? You want me to do some schoolyard name-calling? Fine. Satine is a stupid, dry-cunt, skank," she repeated.

Isabella lifted her bookmark as though asking for quiet. Her pages wrinkled quietly along with the swishing of the pool.

"Huh. I suppose you are telling the truth. True adherents to Satine the Lustful wouldn't dare insult her. They would incur her wrath otherwise. I caution you against lying to me again." Isabelle sighed.

"Now, riddle me this: why is a living grimoire, who is eager for a succubus owner and containing sexual spells, not loyal to Satine?" Kanae asked.

"Because the bitch is insane, and the world Satine wants is boring. Subjugation and domination? Please. I want to witness more fetishes than BDSM. Give me more excitement than just control, you know?" she groaned.

Kanae grimaced. Her lips pursed together tightly.

"Are you telling me, the only reason you're not on the devil's side… is because of their lack of sexual diversity?" Kanae sighed.

Isabella nodded the only way a book could, bowing. "Yes. Obviously. Is that so hard to believe? Like just now, you were a bitch for these three mutts. Ohhh, watching you get dominated made my pages tremble! I felt your orgasms. Under the cult and Satine's rule? She would have just put them in chains and fucked them only on occasion. Snoooooooze."

Come to think of it, the other living grimoires Chappy and Necronomicon were both fixated on one thing and one thing only. For Chappy, it was Lanil Hammerthorn. For Necronomicon, it was scores of death. Isabella's fixation on sex hardly seemed outrageous.

"Well, you're in luck. I happen to love sex. I'll fuck anything that moves or don't move. How about we start over. I'm Kanae Toyomi, Knight of Amethyst and Empress of the Commonwealth." Kanae stuck a hand out.

"That's more like it. Keep things fun, and you may peruse me at will!" Isabella rested the ribbon on her palm to shake on it.

They returned to the bath where the other three hadn't moved an inch. Thored against the wall, Minestra in the pool, and Cantu at the bottom of it. Kanae reached down to fish out the skull, who sputtered even though the water fell through him.

"What took you so long? Do you have any idea how it feels to perpetually drown while alive?" Cantu growled.

"You're an undead. Quit griping." Kanae tossed him out of the pool, then waded over to Minestra to dispel Sleep.

The herzulith's eyes snapped open. They were face to face, mere inches from each other.

"Oh, to wake up to the sight of you every morning." Minestra smiled, cupping Kanae's cheeks.

"You're a little too heavy-handed on the love bombing, but I guess I might be warming up to you." Kanae smirked.

"REALLY?" She pulled her in for a deep kiss.

Kanae reciprocated with some tongue, then casted Sleep to put Minestra out cold again.

"Maybe I'll just leave you here for now." Kanae climbed out of the pool and pressed a hand to Thored's chest. "Restore Mana." A flow of cool magic channeled down her arm and into the beastman. He snapped awake.

"I hope you didn't give me a second wind just to ride me rugged again," Thored said.

"Only if you're up for it." She winked.

"N-No, thanks…" he answered, mustering every ounce of resistance.

Kanae left them to deal with each other and returned to Amethyst Hall. For the rest of the day, she locked herself in her bedchamber to decipher Isabella's secrets. Some of the texts were legible, but only for a time. They were strange and evasive to her eyes, like the grimoire's contents actively came in conflict with her to avoid being read.

Despite drenching the tome in Thored's cum, there was not a single stain on the cover or any pages. Isabella had wholly absorbed it. Kanae was afraid she would have needed to carefully clean the pages, but those worries were unfounded.

As night fell, Kanae only uncovered two more spells in the living grimoire. Erectus was the first. The second was Baggus, and third was Polymouff. Their descriptions, however, refused to let her read them. Texts and symbols rearranged themselves, making it nearly impossible to decipher.

"Ugh. Why are you like this? Isabella?" Kanae flipped the grimoire back to its cover.

"I haven't a clue, truly! For as long as I've existed, numerous succubi have attempted to interpret me with mild success. You being able to ascertain three spell names already puts you above scores of my past wielders," Isabella explained.

"Who was the greatest, and how many did that succubus learn?" she asked.

Isabella fell quiet for a moment and said, "I… can't for the life of me remember. Come to think of it, I don't remember any names. It's been centuries since someone has awakened me from my slumber. The only thing I remember is, she learned five spells."

Only five? Kanae was two away then.

"I don't suppose you can tell me what Baggus and Polymouff do?" Kanae rested her chin on the table.

"Ha!" Isabella wagged her ribbon bookmark scoldingly. "I am quite literally bound from telling you! My bindings are sealed, and they are for you to uncover yourself."

A soft knock came to the door. Kanae slipped Isabella into a drawer.

"Hey, wait! You're not seriously going to trap me inside a musty cupboard, are you?" she cried.

"Shh! Fine. Just stay quiet." Kanae rested the living grimoire on top of a stack of books.

"Kanae, it's me!" Runald's voice shouted from the other side of the door.

Kanae opened the door to her betrothed, rosy-cheeked and in casual clothing. His Silver Hall tabard was missing, which indicated to her that he wasn't here on official business.

"Well, if it isn't my soon-to-be-husband." Kanae opened her arms.

"I know for sure if I walk into your arms, you're just going to drag me to bed for sex." Runald walked past, much to her dissatisfaction.

"But you're clearly not here for work." She hugged the high elf from behind, weighing him down and noticing his pointed ears deeply red.

"I-I just wanted to spend some time with you, that's all. The non-sexual kind. I… like spending time with you," he said.

Kanae smooched Runald on the cheek and let him go. He dropped his bag on the bed. Esta must have permitted him to come.

"Anyway, the wedding is in a few days. Silver gave me temporary leave to take care of things before then. I've handed out the wedding invitations. Nothing left but just to wait for the big day now." Runald plopped down into bed.

"Don't tell me you're getting cold feet," Kanae said.

"No! I want this. It's just…" His eyes searched the room for a distraction and found Isabella by chance. "Never mind. This looks interesting! You've been reading?"

"Reading isn't quite the word I'd use! Why don't you go take a bath? You must be sweaty from working all day. Afterwards, I'll give you a nice massage. No sex, like you said. But the offer is open," she teased, snatching the grimoire from him.

Runald acquiesced. He grabbed some clothes from his bag and headed for the bathroom. Kanae breathed a sigh of relief. She sat down where he was just sitting, then opened the grimoire to Polymouff.

Wait just one second. This word sounded familiar. Kanae had heard it from somewhere before.

"Poly… mouff?" As the word left her lips, a bolt of energy fired outwards right at Runald's back.

"Did you say something?" Runald spun around just in time as the spell struck him in the chest, filling the room in smoke.

"No!" Kanae raced up to Runald, but she couldn't find him. She walked along the edge of the room and opened a window. As the fog dissipated, something in the room oinked. Her mouth jaw fell to the floor.

A dire boar had taken Runald's place, the clothes he was just carrying resting on the ground beside it. The beast grunted and rubbed its snout against the pile of clothes.

"Polymorph! It means Polymorph! Ughh. Hold on, Runald. I can fix this." Kanae grabbed a wand from her desk and fired Dispel.

The spell landed on Runald, but nothing happened. She fired again. Nothing. She drew the Blade of the First Temptress and used the full pool of mana within it to cast Dispel. The drapes fluttered violently, and Runald was still a boar.

"Oh, shit. This isn't happening. Our wedding is coming up! I can't be seen marrying a dire pig!" Kanae cried.

A wet sensation pressed against her crotch. She jumped back. The pig approached again, rubbing its snout against her some more. Kanae backed into the wall and could no longer escape. Runald's exploring tongue buried deep into her pussy.

"Isabella, do something! How can I turn Runald back into… himself?" Kanae pleaded.

"Every spell within me must fulfill a condition that only the caster may achieve. Like with Erectus. Hehe. Why don't you try having a little fun? Show me something exciting!" Isabella insisted.

Kanae glanced down at Runald and gulped hard. A dire boar wasn't exactly something she hadn't been with before. The more he licked, the less she was willing to resist. Her breathing grew heavy. Juices trickled down her inner thighs.

"Don't worry, Runald. I'll turn you back somehow. First… Erectus!" Kanae uttered the spell, and the corkscrew cock beneath the dire boar's rotund belly enlarged to incredible proportions. She bit her lower lip, feeling the heat build inside her. "Let's enjoy ourselves."