Incubus - Chapter 1

The Dark Iron Forest sat menacingly at the edge of civilization. Legends have said that other lands sat beyond the forest, but none that had taken it upon themselves to make the journey ever returned.

That isn’t too say, however, that everyone that entered died. On the contrary, many thousands had become rich or famous because of their exploits in the forest. Some had even become nobles, and even Kings as a result of their conquests. However, for every legend that came out of the forest, there were a thousand doomed to death or mediocrity.

Over the last couple centuries, millions of people had migrated to the edge of the forest to challenge their fate. These people formed many settlements, but none could be compared to the city of theives, of liars, of fools, of gamblers: Den, the City of Adventure! While on the edge of the known world, it was also the central hub. With tens of millions of registered citizens, and several times more of those not, Den became it’s own country, separated from any other earthly power. It is said that within money and power, there is nothing that can’t be obtained within the city of Den.

Surprisingly, however, there was no King over the city-state. The city was run by a council, formed by the wealthy merchants and powerful organizations of the city. Unarguably, however, the majority of influence was held by a small few: the Chairman of the Merchant’s Guild, the Boss of the Mercenary’s Guild, the King of the slums, and perhaps the most powerful, the President of the Adventurer’s Guild.

Other nations mocked them as barbaric due to the lack of nobility and traditional class system. However, this didn’t stop it from growing. Every day, thousand of new people entered the City of Adventure to make a name for themselves.

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One autumn morning, while the fog and dew clung to the Ironoak trees, a small cabin sat in the middle of a small ravine. Like much of the Dark Iron Forest, this hidden ravine was soaked in the vibrant colors and oranges of the season. A pair of pristine springs flowers on either side of the small clearing. Each one surrounded by flowers and herbs surrounding them. A couole dark stone paths, that contrasted splendidly with the vibrant plants, led both springs to the cabin that sat a mere dozen yards from either.

The cabin, though somewhat simple in design, caused a strange attraction to any unfortunate enough to stumble upon the hidden valley. It seemed to make people forget to question to themselves about the oddity of such a peaceful home being in the middle of the most dangerous forest known to man. They, instead, would find themselves in a dazed state, slowly making their way into the valley.

Today, however, such a scene would not take place. Contrasting the warm appearance of the valley, a oppressive and terrifying pressure radiated from the cabin as even the surrounding trees bent away from the valley as if to escape from their impending doom.

The inside cabin had aa simple design, where the main body and the basement each had no interior in walls save for the toilet. The somewhat small cabin seemed surprisingly spacious and while the various furnishings gave it a cozy look.

Inside one corner, atop a bed, was a young woman. She was the epitome of beauty from head to toe. Her long, smooth, open legs were bare as their curviness seemed to draw the eye along them. Atop her pleasantly plump thighs sat her soft, round, uncovered cheeks along with a round belly, covered by a blanket. Above her protruding belly, two large shapely mounds like elastic mountains, last atop her chest. Her thin arms and thin neck seemed as though they were shipped by the goods of beauty herself. Atop her thin neck, was a mesmerizing face. Luscious lips, a cute nose, and soft, violet eyes filled her full, but not chubby face. Atop her head was long, slightly wavy, deep red hair that flowed down to her lower back. The only thing unsettling about her appearance was a pair of goat horns emerging from her head and a lon,g smooth, black tail with a heart-shaped point.

The only other soul present was a slim girl with a somewhat active appearance. Her dainty feet were bare, and atop he smooth, thin legs, glimpses of her perky bottom peaked out from both the top and bottom of her tiny pair of elastic shorts. Her undeveloped breasts were covered in a similarly skimpy, strapless, elastic band, only a couple inches wide. Below was her cute little navel, exposed in the center of her slim, but soft belly. Her hair was almost pure white with a somewhat pinkest hue that went down to get shoulders. Two hairclips pinned her faintly pink hair to the side of her face. Her squishy cheeks and tiny, soft lips sat on her face along with a concerned look in her sharp, similarly violet eyes. A pair of long, point ears stuck out the side of her head, as well as a black tail of her own. The only other item she wore was a chain anklet around her right ankle. Her dainty hand held the hands of the bedlaiden lady with a look of concern and care on her face.

“Mom,” the young girl said soothingly, “in…. and out… in… and out.”

Using a warm towel, she gently wiped the sweat off the face and neck of her mother with her free hand. The pressure emitted from the mother didn’t seem to affect her as she calmly helped her mother perform one of the miracles of nature.

Time seemed to not exist in the room. While it seemed hours and maybe even days passed by, see the same time, it seemed seemed to happen all in one moment. Eventually, the pressure disappeared, as it was replaced by the sound of crying. With surprisingly experienced hands, the young girl wiped the baby down, wrapped it in a blanket and handed it gently to its mother. As the nipple of her right breast was inserted into the mouth of the baby, she smiled and started stroking the face of the infant with her thumb. She turned her head and looked to her daughter, who had a undescribable look on her fgoat horns emerging from her head and a lon,g smooth, black tail with a heart-shaped point.

The only other soul present was a slim girl with a somewhat active appearance. Her dainty feet were bare, and atop he smooth, thin legs, glimpses of her perky bottom peaked out from both the top and bottom of her tiny pair of elastic shorts. Her undeveloped breasts were covered in a similarly skimpy, strapless, elastic band, only a couple inches wide. Below was her cute little navel, exposed in the center of her slim, but soft belly. Her hair was almost pure white with a somewhat pinkest hue that went down to get shoulders. Two hairclips pinned her faintly pink hair to the side of her face. Her squishy cheeks and tiny, soft lips sat on her face along with a concerned look in her sharp, similarly violet eyes. A pair of long, point ears stuck out the side of her head, as well as a black tail of her own. The only other item she wore was a chain anklet around her right ankle. Her dainty hand held the hands of the bedlaiden lady with a look of concern and care on her face.

“Mom,” the young girl said soothingly, “in…. and out… in… and out.”

Using a warm towel, she gently wiped the sweat off the face and neck of her mother with her free hand. The pressure emitted from the mother didn’t seem to affect her as she calmly helped her mother perform one of the miracles of nature.

Time seemed to not exist in the room. While it seemed hours and maybe even days passed by, see the same time, it seemed seemed to happen all in one moment. Eventually, the pressure disappeared, as it was replaced by the sound of crying. With surprisingly experienced hands, the young girl wiped the baby down, wrapped it in a blanket and handed it gently to its mother. As the nipple of her right breast was inserted into the mouth of the baby, she smiled and started stroking the face of the infant with her thumb. She turned her head and looked to her daughter, who had a undescribable look on her face.

“Thank you for your help again, Liliana.” She said as she smiled at her daughter.

“Mom…” she said hesitantly, “please stay as calm as you can about what I’m going to tell you.”

Her mother looked at her with a questioning face and thought ‘what could it be that got my daughter so nervous?’ as she nodded her head with a smile.

“That baby…” she paused for several moments, “is a boy.”

The room went silent. She unconsciously stopped stroking the face of her newborn child as she took time to process the words that had been spoken- the only noise remaining being the sound of a baby drinking for the first time.

Eventually she gathered herself to ask shakily, “Are you certain? You aren’t messing with me right? I’m certain there was a tail.”

“Congratulations mom, you just gave birth to something amazingly rare,” she said as she smiled, “an Incubus.”