Oh," Miss Stroud said, shuddering. "It shall be exquisite. If only that fool girl could have dreamed what she was unleashing. But she too will learn. Oh yes," Miss Stroud purred. "Meena will learn..."
"Gods! You’re a monster!" the elf cried.
Miss Stroud laughed. "So good you—"
"How could you?" Ava demanded, flushed and furious. "You turned something wonderful and wholesome as people looking at naked pictures and made it... dirty!"
For the first time, Miss Stroud seemed at a loss. "Er..."
"I had forgotten all about my job because of you!" Ava said. "I thought we were doing art and inspiring the people all around New Larrin! And this is what it was all about? Your demonic megalomania? And to think I let you make me cum with your toes!"
The lesser succubi, Syd, and Gallave stared at the elf, dumbfounded. Miss Stroud’s brow furrowed.
For a moment, her cruel mask slipped. She pouted out her lower lip a bit and said, "Ava, come now. We had fun, didn’t we? You were such an obedient girl. Such an eager elf, ready to serve no matter the kink. Ready to learn new depravities. Remember when I drank all that water and then had you beg me to—"
"No!" Ava shouted, her eyes widening and her face reddening as she realized Gallave was about to hear the hot, wet details of one of her kinkier forays with Miss Stroud. "You do not get to hold any of that over me! I wanted to help, but I thought we were doing good, wonderful things with my tits and ass! With showing people how you fucked me. But I was wrong! I am going straight to my editor with this story."
"Oh? Do you hear that, girls? She’s going to her editor!" Miss Stroud mugged for her luscious cadre of succubi who were still harassing Gallave.
They giggled and made faces at Ava. Miss Stroud laughed with them, gracing Ava with an almost pitying glance. "You will have quite a story to tell, Ava. About how you helped a vampiric demon take over New Larrin. How you led the captain of the Silver Griffons right into her trap and made it so easy for her to steal his power."
"What?" Ava yelped, fighting against the ropes binding her to the chair. "No! You can’t!"
"Yes, I can and I shall!" cried Miss Stroud. "I’m evil. Haven’t you figured that part out yet, Ava? I never tried to hide that much from you."
"I thought it was your whole, you know, aesthetic," Ava said, looking over the black leather corset and high-heeled boots.
"Indeed!" cackled Miss Stroud. "But what is it those dwarf engineers always say? ’Form follows function?’ I am an evil cocktease. Always have been. But don’t worry, Ava, you will have a front row seat to the destruction of Captain Gallave. You can watch from your chair as I steal away the very thing that connects him to his god. His chastity."
"No!" Gallave snarled, jaw tight with defiance. "Never! I will die before... mmmmmmmpphmm!"
He tried to keep talking, but it seemed very difficult with a succubus kissing him on the lips.
One of Miss Stroud’s dancers had straddled his lap and was grinding her plum red bottom against his bulging trousers as her sister thrust her tongue into his mouth.
Gallave resisted her, but not even he could suppress a moan as the lascivious demon girls worked their magic.
"That’s enough, Niandra!" Miss Stroud shouted, cracking the whip on the bare buttocks of the succubus.
The red-skinned demoness yelped and leapt from Gallave’s lap, leaving a wide wet spot where her demonic nectar had soaked into his trousers. "You feast on the lowlifes day and night. This one is too precious for the like of you. This one... mmmmm... is mine."
Gallave was helpless on the chair. His head was lolling, and when he tried to speak, a pink-skinned succubus thrust her huge tits in his face and fed a nipple straight into his mouth.
Instead of speaking, his eyes rolled back in his head and he began to suck at the breast of the demoness.
"Nooo! Gallave! Don’t do that!" Ava fought helplessly against the bindings. "Her tits are her strongest weapon!"
"Mmmph..." the paladin groaned.
"Look at that," laughed Miss Stroud. "Well done, Yvestreen! That pious fool is drinking the milk of a succubus like a hungry little pig. Good. Good.
Slurp it up, worm! Fill your belly with the corruption that I will soon bestow upon your cock. Watch well, Ava Copperman! Witness the power you have helped to unleash upon the world."
Miss Stroud’s taunting words seemed to break through to Gallave.
His eyes fluttered open again and he twisted his head away from Yvestreen’s plump breast. Milk spilled down his chin and dripped onto his tunic. He snarled with anger. A righteous roar that seemed to echo through the room.
The arrogant look fell from Miss Stroud’s face. The succubi stopped laughing.
Gallave’s voice boomed, "In the name of Orrin, shield against the darkness, bulwark against evil, I rebuke you! Return to your unholy pit! Flee this place and begone forever!"
The air sizzled. Yvestreen screamed, rearing back as her skin darkened, burning her away and leaving nothing but a few drifting flakes of ash. The other succubi smoked and sizzled.
They recoiled from Gallave and his words, their bodies seeming to waver like mirages. Only Miss Stroud was unmoved.
Her face twisted in anger. She lashed out with her whip and encircled Gallave’s neck. She tightened it to cut off his words. His face reddened.
"None of your holy tricks," she purred, sauntering closer to him. "The time has come. Show me what sort of man you are."
She leaned down and kissed him on his lips. Gallave groaned.
Ava could see him fighting it, struggling, but so too could she see how Miss Stroud’s body pressed against him. How her fingers stroked him.
Before too long he stopped fighting her, slowly growing slack, as if the strength were being sucked from him through that terrible kiss.
The coils of the whip slid from his neck and he made no attempt to rebuke Miss Stroud. Ava could see her tongue thrusting against his. Her hand moving to the bulge in his lap.
Ava wanted to look away, but couldn’t deny how terribly hot the whole thing was.
She watched as Miss Stroud reached into Gallave’s trousers and drew out the stiff length of his cock. Ava was impressed.
It was untrimmed and quite long and thick, with a particularly large cockhead.
Miss Stroud’s slender hand wrapped around him. She stroked his length, her kiss intensifying as though she could taste the innocence already beginning to flow from his mouth and into hers.
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