"Mmmmmm," Ava’s eyes fluttered with lust as she obediently licked between Miss Stroud’s toes. She slurped softly at each of them, feeling a jolt of lust with each click of the camera.
Her hand pressed between her thighs. Her fingers stroked the silky loincloth she was wearing to match her harem slave costume, her bare breasts hung with jewelry and her nipples clamped with fake piercings.
Miss Stroud moaned with delight, watching Ava serve her eagerly.
"Oh, Ava, you’ve made me a very happy woman. Very happy indeed. That’s good." Miss Stroud pushed Ava’s face away with her foot. Her long legs scissored and she pulled her knees up with her hands beneath them.
She looked at Ava kneeling between her thighs. "Now you know what to do, my sweet. Pleasure the empress. Pleasure her like a good harem slave."
"Yes, mistress," Ava said, the golden jewelry clinking against her tits as she leaned forward and began to pleasure her ’empress’ with her obedient fingers and tongue.
Licking the faintly-blue tinged lips of her cunt and the tight clench of her asshole.
Worshipping both with her adoring tongue, making them glisten for the camera as Miss Stroud stared at the lens with rapturous pleasure on her face.
She curled her fingers into Ava’s hair, pulling her closer and hanging her legs over Ava’s shoulders.
Writhing against her face and smearing her cum on Ava’s lips and chin. Bathing the elven bimbo in the glistening nectar that poured from her.
They ran long with their photo session that night.
Ava waited for Miss Stroud to leave and then she returned to the studio. She knew all about the popularity of the photographs, but she wanted one for herself.
Fresh from the source. She distracted Larin by talking to him with her breasts bare and slipped a negative from the table under her jacket. Unpublished. Raw and from the camera. Not a duplicate like the others.
It was the early hours of the morning when she finally slipped out the back of the Hot House.
She leaned against the wall of the alleyway and slid the photo out from inside her jacket.
It was from late in the shoot, with Ava pinned against a glass partition, her breasts squeezed flat and her cheek melded to the glass as Miss Stroud fucked her with one of her strap-on dildos.
Ava admired it, blushing a little. She never knew she looked so... submissive before.
The way her eyes were lidded, her mouth opened, her back arched. It was like a perfect expression of feminine surrender.
Yet...
Ava frowned, tilting the photo curiously. There was something different about this image. It was thinner than the ones she’d seen being sold on the street.
She realized it was missing some sort of card that usually adhered to the back side.
As she turned the photo over, it caught the light from the neon lamps blazing at the end of the street, and she saw a faint shimmer.
A circular pattern with a symbol within the concentric rings. An adhesive? A chemical artifact from the camera?
No, she tilted it again and saw something else. She could feel her fingers begin to tingle. Magic! A rune! These were no normal images. They were enchanted!
Ava idly ran her thumb over them as she walked, wondering.
There was something about that rune. The photo’s back felt oddly... grimy. Like the rune was layered in oil. What was it?
She was still wondering as she wandered out of the alley and around to the front of the Hot House, just as someone else stepped out the front doors.
Ava looked up, knocking against the man. He was dressed in a heavy trench coat and a slumped hat that had covered his face until she knocked it off. The elf brightened at the startled man revealed.
"Hey!" she said. "Captain Gallave! What are you mmph!"
Her voice was suddenly cut off as Gallave slammed a hand across her mouth, pushing her back into the alley.
The hard face of the captain of the Silver Griffons glared at her, so close Ava could see the rigidity of his jawline. He looked good for middle aged, she mused as he pressed her against the alley wall.
"Ava Copperman!" the paladin hissed. "What the hell are you doing here!"
"Mphmph."
"Oh, right."
Gallave took his hand away, though kept her against the wall with the other. The elf smiled at him, looking him up and down. "Wow. You look different," she said.
"I’m in disguise," Gallave growled.
"Yeah! It’s a good one. I didn’t recognize you without all that armour you always wear. But why would you need a disguise? Lots of guys go in the Hot House to look at the dancers. And Sigmarten went too! You don’t need to worry. It’s very private."
Gallave’s face grew red. "I was not... I was in there to investigate!"
"Same as the other guys. I think they were investigating how fast the dancer’s panties can come off. It’s pretty quick!"
"S-silence! I don’t have to explain anything to you! What were you doing in there?"
"Oh!" Ava brightened. "I was doing a photoshoot!"
"Photos?"
"Yeah! Wanna see? I think this one turned out super good!"
Ava brought out the picture of her against the glass while Miss Stroud claimed her with the strap on.
Gallave stared at the polaroid, his eyes slowly widening. "Y-you... I... H-how dare you show me such filth!"
"Hey! This isn’t filthy," Ava said, huffing. "The studio is super clean! Miss Stroud insists. Besides, they’re super popular. Haven’t you got some?"
"Of course not! I would never seek out such... such things!"
Ava gasped. "You mean you don’t have any? Oh my gosh! That’s awful. Well... here.," Ava said, pressing it into Gallave’s hand. "I guess you can have this one. I was going to keep it, but you need it more than I do."
"I don’t want your fuck!"
Gallave snatched his hand away, a crackle of black light snapping from the back of the photo.
Ava gasped as the polaroid fluttered to the alley ground, its back upraised, the runic marks written there glowing a foul red.
The light washed over the two of them, Gallave’s face gone rigid with shock. Slowly, he bent down, picking up the photo
The runic design pulsed again in his hand, the paladin’s brow knitting, growing grim.
Ava stared, feeling the magic awakened by the holy man’s touch, the air suddenly heavy and oily. Something foul and ill.
"They’ve never done that before," she said.
"Where did you get this?" Gallave demanded.
"From the photoshoot. Me and Miss Stroud make tons of them. It’s an original. I don’t think the copies do that..."
"I don’t imagine they do. This is a fel circle. Vile, demonic sorcery of some kind. Did you know about this?"
Ava shook her head. "No. But why would-"
There was a flutter from above. Ava looked up, just in time to see silk-clad figures dropping from the roofs.
Ava’s first thought was to wonder why the Hot House dancers were wearing fake bat wings and spaded tails.
Her second thought was, those aren’t fake.
Succubi whirled as they fell upon them, leathery wings snapping in the air, faces lit with savage glee, eyes blazing and skin a hundred demonic hues.
Gallave spun about, golden light in his palm. He thrust out, slamming one of the women back even as her hooves touched down.
She hit the wall with a wail, her body burning away into arcane lettering, her winged imprint stamped on the wall with ash.
Ava gasped, recoiling, but Gallave only had time to strike one before he went down under the weight of nearly a dozen winged women, their bodies bearing him to the ground.
"Hi!"
Ava turned to see another of the demonic dancers. She grinned, cupped Ava’s cheeks, and pressed a kiss to the elf’s startled lips.
Ava gasped as those crimson lips met hers, a shock of power surging through her. Her head spun, her eyes rolling back.
And darkness rushed in the fill her world.
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