In the middle of the night, Starshield ran across Duskwood, in a rage at whoever had captured his friends.
"I should have been there for them, they are like family to me."
As he came upon the graveyard, abandoned by even the undead that used to live there, he heard a cry for help form the large tomb, realizing that this was the captives' location. And with no time to waste, he rushed inside, only to be faced with a familiar face he hoped never to see again.
"Oh Starshield, I'm so glad you made it." she said.
From behind a sealed door, someone called out, "Star, is that you? Please, get me out of here!"
"You'll be fine, clothie." he called back. "What do you want, demon?"
"Very simple, handsome." she sighed flirtaciously. "You will take the place of both of these prisoners, and I'll let them go."
"What!" Mokcie cried out. "Don't do it, Star! Don't throw your life away for mine!"
And from another cell, the other prisoner responded to her, "Don't try to change his mind. When he wants to do something, there's no talking him out of it."
Starshield, worried about how she would torture the others compared to himself, decided to accept her deal.
"Alright, demon, I will take the place of my friends." and he dropped his weapons in surrender.
"Please, call me Aphrodetta," she whispered. "And you two are free to go, but if you return, there will be no second chance for you!"
And she opened the doors to their cells, and she grabbed Mokcie and the dragon, taking the form of a half elf, and threw them out of the crypt, erecting a magic barrier to keep them out for good.
"Star! Why!" she collapsed to the ground and sobbed.
"I was so reckless, and now he's in the hands of a demon. Oh, what can I do?"
As she grieved the doom her only friend would face, the drake approached her and tried to comfort her.
"All is not lost, little one. We may be able to save him."
"But, how?"
The young magician sighed, "I don't know, but he will hold up long enough for us to find out. I promise..."
Imprisoned by the same demon he barely escaped from, Starshield sighed at his fate, hoping for the demon to not attempt any forms of torture, especially with her master nowhere to be found. While he resigned to his new life, he had grown curious about the demon, and asked her of her intentions.
"So Aphrodetta, why did you leave Caitie, and why to you call yourself that?"
From behind the door, she responded, "I wished to go out and seek my own prisoners, and as for my name, you can be sure you will find out."
His stomach churned at the thought of what he knew she meant, and he made sure to eat his meal carefully that night, but that did no good for him, as his sleep was disturbed by the scent of a strange powder, and he saw the she-demon walking towards him, looking forward to something, he was sure...
And sure enough, she had undone her already revealing tunic, and began to caress his chest, admiring his build, and kissed him deeply, enjoying her control over him. But rather than resist her advances, he rather enjoyed this creature's actions, kissing her back and rubbing her thighs, rewarded with a satisfied moan. As she grew more excited, her hand wandered to her lady bits, and she began to massage herself there, getting her even more riled up. Noticing her excitement, he undid all of his armor and dominated her, much to his delight...
Their night of mutual thrills lasted into the early hours of morning, and as he was resting, she held him close to his breasts. She urged him to drink plentifully from her, and he readily complied, sucking plentifully at her, and as he did, he only got more wound up, and he was ready to serve her again...