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.
The dark-haired beauty suddenly was atop Gallave’s lap. Straddling him and grinding her leather clad pussy atop the paladin’s cock.
There was nothing for Ava to do. She couldn’t stop it from happening. Gallave would lose all his powers and the Silver Griffons would surely fall before an army of succubi.
Then, Ava felt something tugging at her wrists. She glanced back over her shoulder and realized that Syd had moved behind her.
The fat manager of the Hot House was struggling with the complex series of knots.
"Syd," Ava gasped, staring at Miss Stroud as she teased herself against the fat head of Gallave’s cock. "Hurry."
"Damn it," muttered Syd, fighting with the ropes. "You had to get yourself tied up by a Shibari master."
"Not willingly! Um, this time," Ava said, remembering a number of sessions with the devilish succubus.
"Fuck... almost... got it!" Syd gasped.
Ava felt the ropes give way and surged to her feet, only for the aching in her limbs to send her stumbling a step forward.
Neither Miss Stroud or her coterie of succubi saw her coming, all of their attention fixated on the paladin quivering beneath the succubus, his cock jutting upwards, as if pulled magnetically to her pussy as it dangled over him.
"Virgins," Miss Stroud purred. "Always so much fun to pop that oof!"
The succubus pitched forward as Ava staggered into her, Miss Stroud crashing into Gallave.
The chair holding the paladin tilted back, dumping them onto the floor.
Miss Stroud scrambled upright, her ass and pussy pressing Gallave face onto the floor, his groan muffled by her bottom as she twisted around, her red eyes flashing with fury.
"Ava!" she snarled, rising off Gallave. "You wretched little girl! You’re going to get the whip for that!"
Ava retreated, shocked by the sheer vehemence in the succubus. In a panic, she grabbed one of the candles off an alcove, pointing it at Lady Stroud. "S-stay back!"
"Or what?" Stroud cackled. "You’ll drip some hot wax on me? Ava, you are so very out of... your..."
Miss Stroud trailed off, stopped moving, her eyes slowly widening.
Ava paused in her retreat as her bum hit something. She glanced back, finding herself against a table filled with trays that sloshed. A thick, chemical scent rose from them.
Everyone stopped moving, the formerly giggling succubi suddenly very still. Miss Stroud stared, rigid.
"Ava," Miss Stroud said, her hands making slow, calming motions. "Listen to me very carefully. Get the candle... away from that."
"Why?" Ava said.
"Making photographs is a very involved chemical process," Miss Stroud said with care. "And some of those chemicals and fire don’t mix well. So let’s just... put the candle away. And talk about this."
Ava looked at Miss Stroud. Looked at the trays. Dropped the candle.
"No!" Miss Stroud screamed, lunging, shoving Ava out of the way in her haste as she grabbed for the falling candle.
Missed.
Ava hit the ground, then was flung across it as the explosion tore apart the corner of the room. Lesser succubi screamed as they were thrown about like dolls, smashing into the walls or pillars.
Ava only stopped rolling when she hit Sir Gallave, the paladin groaning at the impact.
The elf scrambled onto her knees, grabbing the paladin’s knots.
Fortunately, the number of times Miss Stroud had tied her up gave her an advantage, and in seconds she had him freed.
"C’mon!" Ava gasped, pulling the paladin to his feet as the photos papering the walls caught fire, lighting up in a flash, curtaining the room with an inferno. "We gotta go!"
Ava froze as a hand grasped her shoulder, tightening. She was torn from Gallave, whirled around.
Ava jerked back, sucking in a breath as she looked upon Miss Stroud once more.
Her corset had been burned away, but her figure was unmarred, gloriously pale. Her breasts heaved, her red eyes shining like fresh spilled blood.
"You!" Miss Stroud snarled, her fangs flashing as her grip tightened on the elf, Ava whimpering in pain. "You ruined it all! Do you think you’ve stopped me? I’ll rebuild! You have no idea the powers behind me! And you!"
She snapped, her hands tightening on Ava’s shoulders, her eyes sucking the elf’s world, compelling her to look deep into that potent gaze. "You’ll serve me still, Ava Copperman! I know you loved it. Loved being mine! I’ll hollow you out and keep you as a puppet! A plaything! Your world will be only pain and pleasure and you will love me for it!"
Ava trembled, seeing the truth in those burning eyes. An existence of ecstasy and agony. Of pain and pleasure rolled together in endless bliss.
An existence kneeling at the foot of the succubus, begging for a scrap of attention, enduring such depravity only insanity or emptiness could sustain her.
It was horrible.
It was beautiful.
And then a chair smashed into Miss Stroud’s head.
The succubus reeled back, and Sir Gallave came on. The paladin seemed cloaked in gold as holy magic rolled off him like steam, his coat flapping around him, his chair wielded like a hammer.
"By the light of Orrin, I banish you, demon!" he roared, swinging.
The chair took Miss Stroud in the chin, an explosion of golden light shattering the chair, lifting her off the ground, slamming her back into one of the pillars.
The ancient stone buckled, and Miss Stroud staggered from it.
"You think... you think that’s enough to stop me!" she roared.
Crrrrrack!
Miss Stroud turned, watching as the pillar she’d struck crumbled.
She looked up as the ceiling came crashing down, her expression one of dull surprise moments before she vanished beneath an avalanche of soil and masonry.
Ava jumped as a shriek rose about the room. She looked about as lesser succubi wailed, their forms unravelling into strange script and ashy writing, the end of their mother signalling their own.
"Ava!"
Ava turned towards the voice, seeing Syd at the top of the stairs leading out of the room.
She pulled Gallave in that direction, the two of them stumbling to the stairs, the thick smoke billowing around them.
Several disintegrating succubi lunged for them, but they were battered aside by Sir Gallave, the paladin wielding the chair leg like a war hammer, golden light flashing from every swing.
They reached the steps as, with a deafening crack, more of the underground chamber began to fall in.
"Move!" Sir Gallave shouted behind her, pushing her up the stairs.
Ava tripped, but the paladin grabbed her, swinging her into his arms bridal style as he pounded up the stairs.
Gallave jumped through the doorway as the last step disintegrated behind them, and Syd slammed the door shut.
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