Worthy Core

Beatrice led Sincere back to the small side chamber they'd passed earlier which had probably once been some sort of dungeon safe room, a place to rest and recover before facing the nearby boss arena. Now though, Beatrice has to sigh as she steps inside. It's literally nothing more than a bare, barren space; no lights, no door, not even so much as a carving or mural on the walls. "I wish I could say I've managed in environments less romantic than this, but that would be a lie. Dead dungeons suck."

Sincere chuckles alongside her. "As much as I appreciate their research value, for these matters, I would have to agree. If you'd rather delay my 'interrogation' until we're in a more suitable location, I wouldn't complain."

The warrior shakes her head, though. "Uh-huh. You ain't winding me up and then backing out that easily. Besides, I've always got options." Pulling from her Item Boxes, Beatrice produces a set of spare bedrolls and blankets, and after placing them somewhat away from the doorway, next brings out a collection of glowing crystals. Orange and flickering, the light they produce is almost like that of torches, and as Beatrice scatters them around the chamber the room at least feels a little bit cozier. Looking the room over, she sets her hands on her hips and nods. "Well, that's something, at least. I think I got some wine in there too, if you're the sort to need a drink or two to get in the mood." She eyes the demon, somewhat cautiously. "...You uh, are in the mood, right? If this is all just because you feel like you gotta stay on my good side cause we captured you or whatever, I'm gonna feel like shit for dragging you out here. That's not what I'm about."

Sincere smirks as he smoothly removes the loose linen shirt they made him put on earlier, the slits in the back making way for his wings. "I wish I were that good an actor. No, trust me, if I regret anything it's that we met here and not somewhere more fitting for a woman of your quality. You can spare the wine - perhaps we can enjoy it later when we do find a place worthy of such pastimes."

Beatrice laughs, blushing only slightly. "Already assuming there's going to be a second date? You really do have a healthy level of self-confidence going on there, demon." She takes a moment to walk around the man, admiring his chest and back muscles as she does so. Despite his apparent occupation as a magical researcher, he has a physique of someone who travels long distances by foot for a living, spending his nights in the wilds more often than in a warm bed. He's lean, but well-toned, though notably also entirely hairless below the neck. "You were talking about novelty before, but you know, this is something new for me, too. Demon summonings were a thing on my world, but they were always more monstrous, more...animal. Even if they could speak, it wasn't ever anything you could hold a real conversation with."

Sincere raises an eyebrow. "Is that so? There are perhaps a few demon breeds like that, but if it was a consistent matter on your world, then I assume you had your own planes of Hell to go along with it. I wonder what that says about their relationship to the mundane realms...but you'll have to forgive me, I do tend to get lost on tangents easily. Back to the matter at hand...well, I'd be interested in seeing as much of you as you're seeing of me, but I have to admit I'm not familiar with your armor design."

The warrior grins as she steps back in front of the man. "I don't blame you for being intimidated, it's a pain in the ass for me to put on and off too, and I practically live in the stuff. Fortunately, magic again saves the day." With a snap of her fingers, all of Beatrice's heavy armor plating suddenly vanishes into an Item Box. Remaining are only her underclothes and a rather extensive collection of jewelry, the enchanted items providing the storage space she relies on so heavily. Almost every finger bears a ring, three different necklaces sit between her cleavage, and a loose chain belt wraps around her waist, dotted by large magical gems every few inches. The jewelry is only the second most notable thing that comes into view however, given how much of her skin is now exposed. Her lower garment barely qualifies as shorts, while her shirt leaves her muscled abs plain to see. And on almost every square inch of skin lies a scar.

Tracing up the right side of her body, starting on the outside of her thigh and going up to her shoulder and bicep, is a massive burn scar. An old one, by the looks of it, as parts of it have been re-scarred by later damage on top of that. All around her torso, legs, and arms, Sincere can spot claw marks, bite marks, the slashes of swords, the smaller penetrative marks of arrows and spears, and even a brand in the form of an unknown symbol on the left side of her stomach. As Sincere takes it in, Beatrice studies him in turn. "So...if you like stories, my body's got an anthology of em. And I hate to admit it, but even a lot of the guys that don't mind my face don't get past this point. If it bothers you, it won't hurt my feelings if you change your mind."

At that, the demon seems almost insulted. "I'd almost say I don't believe you on that point, I certainly think most people would feel more than a little rejected if someone were that rude, but then you genuinely are proud of them, aren't you? Having seen the equipment you possess, I have no doubt your home realm also possesses the magic that would be required to heal these marks, if that's what you wanted. But if you want them to be seen, and I think you do, then I am more than happy to be the one to see them." Despite the expression, Sincere briefly closes his eyes and sucks in a deep breath, before slowly re-opening them. "...I'm the first one on this world to see you like this, aren't I? I consider myself doubly lucky, then."

"Aw, charming, I think. But yeah, you're right on both counts. Every single one of these was earned, by blood and sweat and tears...and lives. I know they make a lot of people uneasy, but I wouldn't give them up for the world. Now, I'm not so prideful as to be stupid, mind you. I've had my eyes healed every time I've lost one, made sure my muscle and bones are in as good a shape as a lady can be at my age, anything I need to be at full effectiveness in a fight. But aesthetically? Yeah, I like how I look."

"And so do I. And now, if I might move on to that matter of redeeming myself to you..." Sincere steps forward, moving to place his hands on her hips, but Beatrice rests a strong hand on his shoulder before he gets too close.

"Now, now. You're my captive, if you'll recall. That means you move as I say so. Unless you disagree, you should get down on your knees, prisoner."

Trying not to smile too widely, Sincere agrees, kneeling down on the nearest bedroll. "As you command, my captor."

Although she leaves her various jewelry and accessories in place, Beatrice easily slides her undershorts to her feet before pulling her loose shirt off and tossing it aside. She paces slightly, back and forth in front of her 'prisoner', and it's not exactly subtle what she's doing. As she moves and turns, the various lights around the still-dim chamber reflect off of her body in various ways, highlighting the muscles on her abs, her thighs, her ass. Her dark-haired mound shows off its trimmed form to Sincere for a brief moment before being turned away, only to be revealed again a moment or two later. While Beatrice makes a show of acting as if she's trying to decide how to punish the man, the true show is in her physical form. Despite the scars, despite her faded youth, the warrior's body is one that would make nearly anyone either jealous or lustful. Going by the tent erecting in Sincere's pants, the demon is certainly at least one of those.

Chuckling, Beatrice stands before the man and looks down at it. "Seems someone's smuggling a weapon down there after all. Take off those pants, let's see what we're dealing with."

"But of course." Easily pulling off the clothing before returning to his previous kneeling position, Sincere's manhood makes quite an impression. When Beatrice saw it earlier, it was from across a room and in a much more passive state. But now...the warrior bites her lip as she gives it a look. She's more than a little relieved to find that it follows the human model, as she'd been a little concerned about the possibility of, say, spikes, but it is certainly more than the human standard. It was a good inch or two above average in length, but quite thick the entire way, and she's briefly concerned about how long it'd been since she'd had anything similar to work with. But it wasn't too much of a concern for the moment - she had something else in mind for starting off with.

"You know, I've been told demons don't need as much to survive as most folks. Eat less, sleep less...and that you can even hold your breath for pretty impressive amounts of time. How about you demonstrate that for me?" Putting one hand on Sincere's head, she steps forward and presses her hips towards him, nearly rubbing her pussy directly in his face, but leaving him just the slightest amount of movement that he would need to take on his own. Rather than answering with words, the demon does just that, leaning forward to press his lips against her almost in a kiss. He works his way around her from there, brushing her with his lips, licking at her groin and thighs, but still avoiding the parts most clearly aching for contact. Watching him, Beatrice does actually feel a brief moment of self-consciousness - after all, she's been on the march for several days now, wearing heavy armor, and hasn't exactly had a lot of opportunities for a bath. Sincere doesn't seem to mind in the least however, and actually takes her by surprise when a very long tongue whips its way across her skin, touching more of her than she had expected.

Firming her grip on him, she pulls him slightly closer. "Fun, but enough teasing, eh? I wanna see what you can really do with that thing." Sincere's golden eyes look up at her, mischief twinkling in them even as his nose is pressed into her short curls. Soon after the warrior lets out a squeak as the demon shows her all at once, slipping that nimble tongue between her folds and probing deeper inside than she's ever felt such an organ before. She soon finds that it's so nimble, in fact, that its wider base can press and grind against her clit even as several inches of it remain inside her, darting in and out, tasting her as it searches for her more sensitive spots. The woman gasps. "Holy fuck. That's...oh. If...if you'd told me you were an incubus, I'd totally believe it. This is definitely inhuman...but that sure ain't a complaint."

The arcane demon's horns aren't particularly long, but Beatrice takes hold of them as best she can, ensuring that the man stays focused on his task. Indeed, the claim about demonic endurance proves true as minute after minute goes by without a single halt in the assault, merely variations in its forms. At times Sincere focuses entirely on his length, occasionally managing to barely tickle the entrance to her womb, while at other times pulling back to tease at her nub from multiple angles at once. It's during one of those former stages, the man's nose grinding against her, that the warrior's endurance falters first and with a tremble she floods that thirsty tongue with everything it could ask for.

Smiling even as she falls back onto one of the bedrolls, Beatrice lets out a laugh. "Holy fuck. Holy fuck. I'll give you this, Sincere: I am extremely glad I didn't have to stab you earlier."

Sincere has to share in the laugh. "I think that makes two of us, for certain. But if there's any further way I might ingratiate myself..."

The woman nods as she shifts herself and spreads her legs. "You're damn right there is. You're not waving that thing in my face and then not letting me give it a try. Y'know, I actually had a few things in mind for all that 'interrogation' roleplay, but now? Fuck it. You damn near turned my legs to jelly, so this round's all on you, big guy. Show me what you got."

"You certainly won't need to ask me twice." Crawling up between her thighs, Sincere slides his tip up and down her more-than-drenched slit, mixing it with the fluids his own arousal produced during the earlier display. Soon after he begins to press his way inside, provoking a groan from Beatrice, but certainly one of pleasure rather than discomfort. As he works his way further, he does occasionally need to give his partner some time to adjust to his girth, but for the most part his impressive oral organ had already done much to pave the way. It's a few minutes of relatively slow back-and-forth thrusts, but eventually Sincere is fully hilted within her, and the thought that stands out most in Beatrice's mind is just how hot her partner is, in an extremely literal way. Not so much to be painful, but with what seems to be almost a muscle-relaxing effect, allowing her body to mold itself around him.

Beatrice can't help but force out a question between moans. "Gods, is...is this what pussy-melting is supposed to be like? Because up til now people have definitely been doing it wrong."

"It could be so. Allow me to demonstrate further, and help you decide for yourself." With that the demon begins in earnest, thrusting with a strength that fills the chamber with the sound of their bodies meeting together. While the straightforward missionary position may not quite be the 'inventive lovemaking' he'd promised earlier, Beatrice has to admit to being at least a little exhausted from all the walking and fighting of the past few days, and she can't find anything to complain about in the simple pleasures the demonic cock is currently providing her. Sincere doesn't rely on just that, of course, allowing his standout tongue to tease at her breasts, flicking across her nipples. The rough scar tissue on the monster slayer's right side does limit her sensitivity to a degree, but as he pulls and sucks at her left, the woman rewards his efforts with an arched back and another loud moan.

A moan which soon seems to echo through the door of the chamber. At first both wonder if Beatrice's own expressions were just that loud, but as it repeats, the pair realize it's a sound from a different performance, back from the larger chamber they just left. Sincere gives his partner a curious glance. "...Just what was that training you told the others to take part in, earlier?"

"Questions later, horn-boy. Now get back to business and - ahhh!" Another well-timed pull at her chest combined with a particularly deep thrust causes the woman to arch her back again, and to reach her second climax of the night. As it passes she lies back on the bedroll again, all of the tension and strength gone from her body, with the exception of the legs that wrap around Sincere and pull him forward again. "C'mon, c'mon. If your cock is this hot, I have to know what your cum feels like..." With that encouragement to drop any restraint acquired the man eagerly takes to his task, redoubling his efforts to reach every bit of Beatrice that he can. With a few minutes more his own growl fills the room, his wings spread to fill the space above the pair, and his seed fills her body. It's everything she hopes for, a deliciously hot fluid that makes it feel as if the demon was melting his way right through her, a melt into bliss and pleasure.

Looking up at him, Beatice gives a tired but appreciative smile. "Not bad, not bad. You're definitely going to have to show me some more of your tricks later...though...Sincere?" Her happiness is soon replaced by concern, as the look on Sincere's face mimics that of a man going through a heart attack. "Sincere? Sincere, what's wrong?"

"I...I don't know..." If he was going to say anything more, it fades into a gasp as the man suddenly collapses on top of her.

"Sincere? Sincere!" After a brief moment of panic, Beatrice forces herself to find calm, and quickly begins searching her Item Box inventory for medical supplies. "C'mon, man...I'll get you okay...just hold on..."