Thayvian Technique
Demon Lust
With the Trademeet reward, Thima had enough money to pay the fee to find Imoen. More precisely, she paid for passage to the magic Asylum, Spellhold, where Imoen was being held. With the aid of her group, Thima fought her way to the gates of Spellhold. She was very disappointed to find out all her trouble had been for nothing; Irenicus had taken over the asylum, and allowed her to reach him. Th' damn mage ambushed us, an' stole my soul. At least we got Imoen back. The group, now including Imoen, had managed to claw their way out of the depths of Spellhold's dungeons, only to have Irenicus flee from them and disappear. Arrgh, another bloody chase, why won' th' villains just stay put?
The only good thing, in Thima's opinion, was that while escaping from Spellhold, she found out that, without her soul, Thima could now channel the essence of her divine father, and turn into a really neat, fanged and pincer clawed, demon. Though, Thima thought, it is irritatin' that Eddie wants ta fuck th' demon. Ev'ry night he has ta bring it up.
"No Eddie," Thima said yet again.
"Just the once, for me?" Edwin begged.
"Eddie, I don' have full control over my demon form. Ye'll probably jus' be torn ta pieces."
Imoen had listened to Edwin's pleas, and grow more and more disgusted. "How can you even think of such depravity," she scolded. "Thima, you should be horrified that such evil lies within you. You know that thing you turn into, the slayer, was an avatar of Bhaal himself!" She gasped as she thought of her own Bhaal blood. "Oh dear, suppose I become the slayer as well?"
"Never fear that, my lady!" Anomen cheerfully said to Imoen. "A maiden as virtuous and beautiful as you could never harbour such an evil beast within."
"Are ye insultin' me priest?" Thima threatened.
"Er, no, my lady. I only meant that Imoen is an innocent and you er ..."
"Are not?" she said, and arched an eyebrow. Anomen flushed, and stammered an unconvincing denial. Thima thumped the unhappy priest on the shoulder and grinned. "Don' worry about it, I couldn' stand bein' as pure as that delicate lil' flower there. Ye don' get ta have as much fun."
"Yar! She's got th' right o' it there!" Korgan said happily, and leered at Jaheira. "Though I wouldn't mind being purified by some sacred druid rituals." Korgan ducked fast when Jaheira swung her staff at him.
Edwin remained fixated on the demon, and when the group stopped to rest in an inn, he dragged Thima into their room, and once again tried to convince her to change to the slayer.
"It's not a good idea, Eddie."
"It will be safe. I can cast a domination spell on the slayer," Edwin explained.
"Forget it."
"Aww," he said pleadingly. "Don't you want to know what a demon orgasm is like?"
"Fine!" Thima gave up. "But don' blame me if it don' work. An' we're goin' ta talk about yer taste in females later."
Thima called on the power of Bhaal and felt herself change. She grew taller and stronger and her senses expanded. Her mind was partially clouded by demonic instincts, and she searched the room for danger. The slayer dimly recognized the little mage in front of her as an ally, and not food. He looked at her with a wide grin, and then cast a dominance spell, and the demon was overcome by a desire to do anything the mage ordered her to do. She saw him drop his robes and display an impressive erectionl. The little one wanted to mate with her? The slayer had no qualms about getting fucked, and immediately followed the mage's directions to lie down and spread her legs. She couldn't understand why he wasted time licking and sucking her upper thoracic area, and growled as she lifted him up and placed him between her legs. The wizard finally got down to business, and in a short time her howls filled the room when she orgasmed. Dimly, the slayer was aware of the little mage shrieking, but she was satisfied and tuned the noise out.
"What a rush!" Thima said as she shifted back to her own form. That had actually been fun. "Wha's th' matter wi' ye Eddie?" She said as she saw the wizard curled up in a little ball and moaning.
"I think you broke it off," he said in between moans.
"Huh?" Thima said as she walked over to Edwin. "Ya mean yer cock? Demon muscles too strong fer ya?"
"It felt like being ground between two rocks. I'll never be the same again."
"Don' be so dramatic. It jus' needs a little healin'," Thima said without much sympathy. "Wan' me ta go get Jaheira?"
"Don't you dare bring that druid here," Edwin said with panic in his voice.
"Kiddin' Eddie. Here, this potion of healin' should help." Thima said as she handed him the potion. "Told ya' it was a bad idea."
The next morning Imoen asked Thima why Edwin was walking so funny.
"Do ya really wan' ta know?" Thima asked, then whispered in Imoen's ear after she said yes.
Imoen blanched in horror at Thima's blunt explanation, and ran to Anomen. "I cannot understand where my sister's depraved behaviour comes from," she moaned. "Really, sometimes I can't believe we grew up in the same place."
"My dear lady," Anomen said as he bowed to Imoen. "Rest assured, your own exemplary virtue is in no way diminished by your relationship to Thima. The greater good demands we overlook the lack of morals around us, and tend to the task at hand."
