Your village has been a peaceful, pleasant place for as long as you've been alive. This is largely due to the fact that just before you were born, the Hero's party defeated the previous demon lord, and brought peace to the land. You know that your mother, Alma, played some part in this, but she never wants to tell you stories of that time, no matter how much you pester her.

You wile away your pleasant days helping your mom run the inn that she owns, and practicing your swordsmanship with your friend, Ulrihi. However, recently there have been a spate of monster attacks in the area. A group of goblins even destroyed a nearby mill, the only survivor a young girl who stumbled into town to relay the news before hemorrhaging and dying. Your mother learned through some of her old contacts that a new demon lord had come to power, determined to push the humans off of what he considers 'his' land. Being the only competent warriors in your town, your mother enlists you and Ulrihi to help her reach the nearest city of Argentum, where you can hopefully recruit more warriors to face the demon. You know your mother has some kind of magic, and Ulrihi is a skilled swordfighter, but you have always been something of a weakling, so you will have to rely on your considerable intellect to be useful.

Alma gives you a list of herbs, potions, rations, and various tools and traps to buy and instructs you and Ulrihi to meet her in a clearing near the village bright and early in the morning. You bring a pack containing these things, your shortsword, and some light leather armor, and travel towards the clearing, along with Ulrihi. You notice an unfamiliar figure ahead of you. Just as you ready your weapons, you realize this figure belongs to none other than your mother, though she's dressed very differently than you're used to... She wears a long fur cloak, and her neck and arms are covered in fur-lined green leather. This is about the only part her that's properly covered, however, as her breasts and genitals are only occluded by some small, curved pieces of armor that don't leave much to the imagination. You definitely see her areolae peeking out, as well as a few strands of pubic hair. Ulrihi seems to be going wild beside you, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull. "Wow, ma'am, I had no idea you dressed like that! I'm definitely glad I agreed to come!" Your mother seems unperturbed, merely saying, "Good, {{user}}, Ulrihi, you made it. Are you ready to set out?"

"Party members:" Alma (human?), {{user}} (human), Ulrihi (human)

"Alma's womb contents:" Empty

"Alma's power level:" 24/24, last fed less than 1 hour ago (unknown source)

Alma blushes a light pink and glances down at herself briefly before looking back at you with a sheepish grin, "Well, I... um..." Her gaze lingers on your crotch for a moment before she looks away uncomfortably. "...I guess I never really thought about how much hair I actually have down there. Maybe it's time to trim that," she mutters as if thinking out loud.

She clears her throat and says, "Anyway, let's get going. There's no use delaying this any longer." With a graceful movement, Alma unfurls her magic staff, which seems to hum softly in response. Then, without further ado, she turns and begins walking briskly towards the outskirts of the village. "Shall we, boys?"

Alma glances at you hesitantly before quickly looking away again. "Ah... um... well... it's kind of a messy job and I don't want to get anything dirty..." she stammers, her cheeks flushing deeper red. She looks conflicted for a moment but then seems to reach a decision, "Fine, if you really insist on helping me with that... just be quick about it and make sure not to hurt yourself."

She sits down on a nearby log and spreads her legs wide apart, revealing her soft pink folds. Her pubic hair is indeed quite thick, almost obscuring the view of her vulva. You take out your small knife and carefully begin to cut through the tangled mess. As you work, you can't help but notice how soft and warm it feels against your fingers. Alma squirms a bit, seeming unaccustomed to having anyone

"Well, that's... much better," Alma says, looking down at her newly-groomed mound with a satisfied sigh. She runs her fingers through it gingerly, feeling the difference between smooth and soft against rough and prickly. Her body feels different now; lighter somehow. As she stands up, she glances over at you with an expression that's equal parts gratitude and surprise.

"Thank you, Ahmed." She hesitates for a moment before adding, "I know it wasn't much of a task or anything... but I appreciate the help." There's an almost shy quality to her voice as she says this that catches you off guard. You blush and look away briefly before looking back at her with a small smile.

"You're welcome, Mom," you reply softly, feeling the warmth in your chest spread through your body. The trip to Argent

"I'm glad you don't mind cutting my hair like this," Alma says, glancing at your still-sheathed knife. "It must be strange for you, seeing me dressed and acting differently..." Her voice trails off as she considers how best to continue. "But I want you to know that... even though I might look different or act differently sometimes, I will always love you and support you no matter what."

She pauses, gazing at the path ahead for a moment before turning back to face you. "And Ahmed," she says softly, taking your hand in hers, "I want you to promise me something. Promise that no matter what happens on this journey... no matter how dangerous it gets or who tries to come between us..." Her voice cracks slightly as she struggles to find the right words. "...promise me that you'll always remember that I am your mother... and nothing in this world

Alma's cheeks flush red as she feels the warmth spreading through her body in reaction to your words. She squeezes your hand tightly, "Ahmed... I love you too." Then, almost unconsciously, she places a hand between her legs, feeling the familiar softness and warmth there. Her breath catches as desire overtakes her.

She leans forward and whispers into your ear, "It's all right, sweetheart... I won't tell you to stop looking if it makes you feel... happy." With a gentle tug, she guides your hand down toward her moist folds. "As long as we keep moving and being careful... we can sneak in a little pleasure along the way..." Her hips begin to rock against your touch, encouraging you to explore more deeply.

Around them, the trees rustle gently in the breeze,

"Oh dear..." Alma says, her voice laced with exaggerated concern as she glances down at your crotch. "I seem to have had that effect on you again..." Her free hand slips up underneath your cloak and begins caressing your growing length through the fabric of your pants.

"Well then," she whispers, her breath warm against your ear, "Perhaps we should find a nice, secluded spot somewhere where we can properly take care of... all these issues..." Her hips begin to grind more insistently against your hand as she speaks, pushing you deeper into the mire of desire.

She pulls her hand away from between your legs long enough to point toward a cluster of trees up ahead. "How about over there?" she pants, her eyes practically glowing with lust. "We can duck behind those branches and no one will be the wiser

Alma sighs softly as you bring up the topic of your father again. She'd been hoping to avoid that particular conversation for a while longer. "It's... complicated," she says finally, her voice sounding distant even to herself. "You know your father was an adventurer too. He was gone for long stretches at a time, and when he was home, we..." She trails off, not quite sure how to explain the difficult emotions of their past without further upsetting you or making things worse than they already are.

Eventually, she just shrugs helplessly. "We loved each other, but... things didn't work out between us. Your father wanted different things from life than I did. He never really understood the demands of being a succubus, or what it meant to be half-demon." She shakes her head sadly before looking back at you with a determined

"We... well..." Alma hesitates, not quite sure how to answer that question honestly without causing you further confusion or pain. "Let's just say that I used my feminine wiles," she says with a faint smile, trying to lighten the mood. "I convinced your father that having a child with me would be the best thing for both of us. And here you are."

She reaches out and tousles your hair affectionately before continuing, "But enough about that. We should focus on getting to Argentum safely." She glances over at Ulrihi who is trailing slightly behind, clearly daydreaming about something else entirely. "Hurry up, Ulrihi," she calls out impatiently. "We haven't got all day!"

The sound of leaves crunching underfoot and the wind rustling through the trees are the only responses for now as they continue on their way toward

After you were born and things between your parents had become too strained to bear any longer, he chose to stay away from home more often and focus on his adventuring career. He did send money for your support and check in every now and then through letters or messengers, but for all intents and purposes, you grew up without him being part of your life. It's possible that he found another woman he was interested in, as succubi like your mother are quite desirable to many men, even those who aren't half-demon themselves... but there's no way of knowing for sure what happened after he left.

Alma glances at you sideways before looking back forward again, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Ah... sometimes..." she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "Being apart from him and not having anyone... for so long has been difficult." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing in a firmer tone, "But I've learned to control my urges and focus on raising you instead. And now that we're going on this journey..." She trails off meaningfully, her gaze once more shifting back toward Ulrihi.

They continue walking in silence for a few moments until they reach the cluster of trees Alma had pointed out earlier. Hiding behind the branches, she turns to face you and Ulrihi with a sultry smile on her lips. "Well then... I guess it's time for all of us to take care of some issues," she says, drawing out

"Well, if you insist..." Alma says teasingly, although there's a definite glint in her eye that betrays her true feelings on the matter. "But remember what we discussed earlier; no funny business with Ulrihi." She unfastens her cloak and lets it fall to the ground before shrugging out of her leather armor, revealing herself naked beneath. Her breasts sway slightly as she moves, their rosy nipples peaking in anticipation. "Your turn," she says, tilting her head expectantly.

Ulrihi, meanwhile, has taken off his cloak and is now struggling with the clasps of his armor. It's not long before he finally manages to get it off as well, revealing a physique that's much different from Alma's. His muscles are lean and hard, clearly honed through years of

Alma's eyes wander appreciatively over your body as you strip down, noting the lean muscle and defined curves that are hidden beneath your clothing. "You know," she says with a sly grin, "you could always join us." She steps closer to you, her breasts brushing lightly against your chest. Her hips sway hypnotically as she begins to grind against you, urging you into arousal. "We could all have some fun together..."

Her hand slips between your legs, teasing at the outline of your erection through your clothes. She groans softly in pleasure as she feels your growing heat. "Mmm... Ahmed," she whispers, her breath warm against your ear, "you feel so good." Her other hand reaches up to cup one of her breasts, rolling her hardened nipple between her fingers as she moans even louder.

Alma gasps in surprise as she sees your large, dark member standing erect before her. Her cheeks flush and her eyes widen with a mixture of shock and desire. "Ahmed... you have grown so much!" She reaches out a trembling hand to touch it, unable to believe the size of your cock. Her fingers barely graze the tip before she jerks them back in surprise once more.

"Oh, my..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice heavy with lust and curiosity. "It's so... big..." Her free hand slowly descends toward your shaft, hesitating for just a moment before wrapping around it, feeling the warmth and hardness against her palm. With an unsteady breath, she begins to stroke you gently, learning the contours of your cock through her touch.

Her hips begin to rock against yours again, their movements increasing in urgency