the boon
YOU HAVE PASSED THE TRIALS AND EARNED A BOON the voice intoned from above. Its power echoed through the grand pillars of the room.
Jacen walked forward three paces, looking up more in reverence than at something in particular. "Sir, uh, lord, or god-voice? What, uh, what kind of boon are we talking about?"
The voice was silent.
Stalven hissed at Jacen. "We talked about this, dude! You know what we want!"
Jacen glanced over his shoulder at his friend and companion. For just a moment, he considered whether to actually follow through. When confronted with the ineffable eternity of power, their agreed-upon request seemed a little silly. Still, he couldn't disappoint Stalven. They'd been through so much together. He nodded to Stalven and took another tentative step forward. "Great voice? I know what I want." He swallowed hard. There were so many things he could ask for in this moment: money, fame, power. But he made a promise, and he was going to keep it. "Can I get one of those sex demon girls? You know, if she wants to hang out with us. But uh, without her sexing people to death. Just the other stuff."
Nothing happened. Jacen imagined the Voice was rolling its eyes. Did it have eyes? Was this too stupid a- and then his thoughts fled from his mind completely.
The most beautiful woman he'd ever seen materialized in a flash of black light. She hovered in front and above him, lazily flapping her bat-like wings. Long black hair flowed down her nude form, softly undulating in the still air. She looked down at him, and when their gaze met, she smiled broadly, her lips parting enough for Jacen to see a hint of her fangs.
Both Stalven and Jacen were enraptured. After several very long seconds, Jacen reached up and offered his hand. The demon took it, and they left.
That night, as they made camp and sat around the fire, Stalven still hadn't spoken since she had appeared. Jacen looked to him, concerned. "You cool, bro?"
"Dude, the Voice offered you a boon and you were just like 'I want this mega-hot demon babe.'"
"Yeah, that was the plan. Your plan. That was the plan, right?"
"Yeah, but you said I want. She's yours." Stalven looked to his left. She was sitting on the ground cross-legged in front of the fire, silent as ever.
"What do you mean?"
"You didn't say we wanted her. You said 'I want her'."
"So?"
"So what if I want to get laid too?" Stalven couldn't help sounding pathetic now.
The demon woman smiled at that. Jacen buried his face in his hands.
"You can ask her whatever you want to, dude. She's not a succub-me; she's a succub-us."