A/N: Hint: yellow, sour, used in drinks and cocktails

Moving through the forest proved to be easier that expected. Veronica's massive mana signature kept most beasts and monsters away. However her arms and legs were firmly locked around him. The second gem was nearly filled, after three orgasms. While the amount channeled increased, the frequency she needed them increased as well. This was getting dangerous. Even the idea to use the sword came short when he tried it: her tail immediately reacted, grabbing his hand and making him throw it away.

He drank his last mana potion and changed all three remaining gems into mana absorption gems. He decided to complete the procedure earlier rather than later; this whole ordeal was chipping away at his willpower, his endurance and his very sanity. Having the embodiment of temptation glued on him and having to do complicated spells, talking his way out of situations and on top of that getting Veronica to orgasm, and all of this with him holding it in… his pants felt tight to the point of excruciating pain, and they were drenched in her love juices. Like it wasn't enough already.

After finishing with the gems, he rose again to put more distance between him and the city, but something slammed him right back with moderate force. He tried to look around, but a gentle yet firm hand grasped the back of his head and he found himself staring Verocina's mesmerizing eyes again.

"Not enough..." she cooed in his face, her eyes gaining full focus inside his. "I want more… more!" Alatar tried to pull her off him, to no avail. Her face was inching closer. This is BAD.

"Why don't we talk abou- mmmmmmmmfffffff" Veronica's soft lips sealed his, and her tongue seized the opportunity of his open mouth to slip inside. His face went numb, with the exception of his mouth, where her tongue explored and wrestled with his. Being kissed was a first experience for him, and that made it harder to resist the electrocuting pleasure that rushed his brain. The influx of her mana into his body crushed any magical resistance he had set up, filling his body. He felt the three gems in his hand draining the demonic mana from his body, but the rate of absorption was clearly not enough; his body started filling slowly with torrential energy.

He felt something hot land on his cheek, and he opened his eyes. Veronica was crying silently, with her face still one of uncontrolled lust. After a good long while, she broke the kiss, and pushed him down on his back. Her breathing had calmed somewhat, but her flushed face betrayed her intentions.

"I've waited for this for so long… two whole years... ahh, I am burning up so much!" her voice, like oiled velvet, felt like it was crawling on his body, caressing it lovingly. Her tail quickly pulled off his pants and his swollen manhood stood upright, free of its confines.

Alatar's mind cleared up a bit, after the small reprieve. The gems in his hand felt warm, but he couldn't see how much were they going to be able to store. His thoughts were still chaotic, conflicting emotions clashing erratically.

"Stop this. I don't want to hurt you." he tried to bluff.

A small girlish giggle left Veronica's lips, as her tail wrapped around his manhood, stroking it teasingly. He could feel her juices dripping on it, hot and sticky. "Oh, but you have hurt us already, you bad bad boy! To take down a whole patrol, even Lady Wilmaria was impressed... but I expected no less from my hubby!"

Damn, they already linked that to me. Keep her talking.

Her hands undid the buttons of his beige shirt under his opened cloak. She started stroking slowly his chest, smiling. "Oh my, what a nice toned body you got there! Have you been training for my sake? You had such a frail body when we first met, but I like this body too! We can go at it for soooo much longer..."

The demonic mana is almost drained, keep her talking!

"What, I caught the eye of the fallen bitch already?" he taunted. Veronica smiled and placed a finger over his lips. Alatar felt the heat and softness from her fingertip, and his heart jumped. "Now now, don't be rude to Lady Wilmaria, bad boy. You must be disciplined for such nasty words..."

Fuck! That only riled her up!

Her tail tugged his manhood towards her dripping orifice, and her nails dug lightly into his skin, as she leaned over him. Alatar began panicking. This was going very, VERY wrong. Her tongue licked the sweat from his cheek, causing a hot sensation.

"Not like this…" he hissed between clenched teeth. The tip of his penis touched her vagina's lips. "Not my first time with a damn monster..." He felt Veronica's hands cup his face, turning it into her violet gaze.

"It's all right… this is my first time too "

And this is how I fall… I failed everyone…

"I love you" Veronica whispered into his ear, thrusting his manhood deep inside her with one fluid motion. His fingers clutched the devil gems, his eyes rolled up and his mouth half-opened, soon to be sealed by hers in a passionate kiss. His body trembled, as the first sensation of sex, along with the feeling of her breasts on his chest and her deep kiss wreaked furious havoc on his mind and body. She started moving her hips, teasingly slow at first, but soon gaining in frequency and force. Her breath picked up pace, tickling his face, and her sweet smell invaded his nostrils, worming into his mind. The amount of magic being pumped into him swelled beyond what his battered seal could manage, overflowing and rushing all across his body, some of it drained by the devil gems in his hand, the other filling him with power and lust.

Their bodies slammed into each other with wet noises, with her tail pulling his waist up and down even harder. Her hands travelled all across his chest, face and shoulders and finally slipping to his back and neck. Her tongue explored his mouth even more vigorously than before, tasting his saliva and stroking his tongue, leaving a sweet aftertaste.

Alatar felt the mana rush to his head, and braced himself. After reading many reports and stories, mainly from monster-friendly countries, documenting the effects of monster sex, he had concluded that resisting the flow of mana would be ineffective, to say the least, like a solitary tree trying to stand up to a hurricane. His best bet to come through with his mind mostly intact was to empty his thoughts, resist nothing, and go with the flow, only exerting small pushes of willpower to try and control its flow. In theory. He pushed the devil gems under his lower back and tried to empty his mind.

Yet what came at him didn't even come close to what he imagined. His peripheral vision went white, his sensitivity skyrocketed and his hands moved on their own with newfound power, grabbing the succubus' bottom and slamming his manhood deep into her sizzling hot womanhood, their loud wet slaps accentuated by muffled moans… both hers and his. Almost all his rational thoughts were swept aside, his consciousness swimming amid a raging storm in a sea of pleasure.

His body was throbbing harder and harder, a dull ache rising from his core and moving towards his swollen manhood, completely sheathed inside her. He clenched his abs in a vain instinctual attempt to hold out, but that only caused the rush of pleasure burst forth with even greater force. Groaning wildly, he slammed her on him harder, the tip of his penis kissing the entrance of her womb, causing a shudder across her body. Her muffled groan and involuntary spasms were overshadowed by the tightening and spasming of her vaginal walls, and the terrifying amount of mana she poured through her mouth, her vagina and wherever her skin touched his; Alatar felt his neck tingle at her touch, as his whole body was swept away by waves of ecstasy, clinging on her and filling her insides with the proof of their deed.

It lasted almost forever.

Alatar had lost all sense of time, but the red sky above him hinted that it was either dawn or dusk. Probably dusk. He tried to focus his eyes, but the sense of comfort insisted he remained as-is. Focusing his willpower, he gathered his thoughts.

The weight pressing on his body was Veronica, breathing softly on his neck, her face nestled on his chest and her hands wrapped loosely around him. He tested the movement of his fingers. His body grudgingly obeyed him.

Have we been fucking all this time?

Another wave of comforting fatigue washed over him. His member was still sheathed inside her, hard as a rock, but the demonic energy inside him was relatively low. It looked like his gambit paid off, at least in part. He was not an incubus, and his mind was his. In theory.

Now how do I flee?

He tried to free himself out of her hot grasp. It was an agonizing procedure; his body fought his mind's commands, but he grit his teeth and slowly he pulled it out with a wet plop. Shifting ever so slowly he turned to the side, he put her to the ground softly to keep her from waking. He stood upright and looked at the devil gems, now shining brightly, before stuffing them in the inner pocket of his cloak.

His pants were discarded a few feet away. Getting to them proved equally agonizing; his feet felt like lead, his knees almost gave in. He put them on and closed his cloak.

His pants were still drenched with Veronica's juices. That would prove problematic if the werewolves followed that scent; he had to discard them at the first opportunity. He looked at the sky to get a sense of direction.

"Where are you going, hubby?" he felt her hot breath on his ear. He jumped forward and spun around. Veronica stood behind him, smiling alluringly. She looked different than the sex-crazed monster he carried out of the village.

"After all the fun we've had, you're going to flee?" she pouted.

"What do you mean, all the fun? You raped me."

"Oh, you don't remember? We've been at it for two days now. I never imagined you were such an animal in bed!"

Two whole days?!

"I must admit, I am impressed. You took so much energy, you even tired me out." she smiled. "Come now, let's go back to the castle. Lady Wilmaria must be worried. I'm sure you'll be accepted here." She extended her hand to him.

"No." His flat tone came as a sharp contrast with hers. "My will is my own. I will fight. To the bitter end if need be. I will free the city, even if I have to tear the very barriers of the ether." His eyes hardened, and he felt the seething hate boil inside him. Even the demonic mana in his body reacted.

"So stubborn… I love that -" Veronica's words were cut short, and a look of wariness came over her face. Alatar's eyes were glowing red. "Are you becoming an incubus already, honey?"

"Veronica! Here you are! Where have you been?" Wilmaria came rushing through the trees, with Mimil in tow. "What- is this the attacker?"

Mimil's sense of magical flow was their only warning. She shot forth a magical barrier, just before a shockwave of magical energy swept through the forest.

"What's going on?" Wimaria shouted, as she drew her dark sword. "Deal with it first, ask questions later" came the short answer from Mimil. The baphomet's usual childish tone was gone; things were clearly serious.

Alatar felt the intoxicating sense of power coursing through him, feeding on his hate and anger. Of course, this is demon mana after all. Striving to keep control over his emotions, he saw two of Lescatie's fallen heroes coming forth. Even in his rested state, with demon mana inside him, he knew he couldn't match them. Mimil was a well-known tactician and much better mage than he was, and Wilmaria was a much better warrior. The logical option was to flee, but he needed to distract them. Time to test if the demonic mana was any good.

"Oh fire, oh wind, join in unison, blaze, rage, destroy, OBEY!"

Crimson streaks rushed down his arms, joining. The magical reaction was violent, and the spell kept draining his demon mana, but the results were out of the old stories. The hurricane of fire made the hair on his face curl, gaining in power and magnitude. This is something grand, everyone will see it. I must keep some mana for the wind rider spell. He threw the inferno in front of him.

"Wind, water, come forth, join in unison, PROTECT!" Mimil was quick to conjure a protective ice wall, but the trees nearby spread the flames quickly. It would seem his last act of aggression would be one of arson.

"Oh wind, come forth, wrap my legs in your embrace, carry me in your wings, obey my command!" Dark torrential winds covered his legs, as he pushed the last of the demon's mana into that spell. His first step startled him. The power and speed were clearly two orders of magnitude above what he could do on his own. Luckily, his trained reflexes helped him navigate through the forest, running full speed away from the fallen city and into human territory.

P.S. Chapter 8 is out. Warning: lemons. This is my first truly raunchy scene, so...

Criticism welcome.