Prologue, Part 3


You continue to rail the defeated succubus against the tunnel wall, as she participates eagerly in her own ravishment. You can tell that she's seconds away from climax, and you time your own release to match with hers.

For the final stretch you increase the ferocity of your assault, reaching even deeper into her than before, until she throws her head back in a scream that you only barely muffle in time by clamping a hand over her mouth. Her entire body clenches violently around you as she comes; her arms tight around your neck, her legs tight around your torso, her folds tight around your cock.

The raw pleasure she radiates in that moment is like nothing you've ever felt from any of the drab, ordinary mortals you've enjoyed here. You gorge yourself on her ecstasy, drinking it in, feeling the power permeate you. And you respond with your own orgasm, pouring a torrent of hot, demonic semen deep within her.

While all your fluids act with supernatural potency to increase sensitivity and pleasure in your prey, none serve that role better than your cum. The succubus' eyes widen as her orgasm just keeps going, and she is left clinging to you as her body shudders and spasms in barely-conscious bliss.

Eventually, though, the pleasure does subside enough for her to recover. She looks up at you, naked and disheveled, her body pressed against yours, completely at your mercy. You can see anxiety mixed with desire in her eyes, as she waits to see what you will do with her.

Leaning in, you pull her into another deep, searching kiss. She melts into you, and for the next few minutes you simply make love at a more relaxed pace. When you finally pull apart, she looks at you, confused. And when she speaks, it's in a small, timid voice. "...aren't you going to... break me?"

"What makes you think I would want to break something for no reason... especially when I enjoyed it so much?" you ask.

"Because... that's what incubi do to us," she says. "Or at least... that's what they did to us, back before the rebellion. They hurt us, and they used us, and they broke us. Broke us in ways we still haven't recovered from." You frown at that last statement, wondering what exactly she could mean by it, before brushing it aside to focus on the more immediate question.

"That might have been how it was back then," you say. "But that doesn't have to be how it is. Not right here, right now, between you and me. What we just did was better than any sex I've had before. Whatever the incubi and succubi were to each other in the past... you just felt for yourself what we could be to each other. And I think what we did only scratched the surface."

You run your fingers gently through her disheveled hair, straightening it out a little. Then you smile ruefully. "Of course, it's not as though I'll have a chance to do anything about that. Inside a few hours I'll either be dead, or else gone from this entire plane and locked into service to some mortal spellcaster. But either way... I'm glad to have met you."

The succubus bites her lower lip. For several seconds it looks like she's still wrapping her mind around the idea that an incubus—one she had been trying to kill, no less—had caught her in a position of such utter vulnerability... and yet had spared her.

But then she smiles back at you. And with sultry grace, she lowers herself to her knees. "I'm glad I met you too," she says, looking up at you with unabashed adoration. Then her hands reach out to stroke your cock, still slick with your mingled juices, and she winks. "Clean you off for the road?"

Your aroused growl is all the answer she needs. She brings your member to her mouth, and you feel her long tongue begin to lick all along its length. It quickly becomes obvious that she is a skilled little cocksucker, fellating you enthusiastically.

Soon your hands reach down to her horns, gripping hold of both and using them as handles to facefuck her even more vigorously. She moans around your cock, sucking you off with wanton abandon. It is a scene of utter abandonment to pleasure, the two of you losing yourselves completely in the primal act.

So when a hand clamps around your neck from behind, it catches you completely flat-footed.

It happens just as you're about to make another thrust. One moment your mind is wrapped in a haze of pleasure. The next, you've been flung violently away from the succubus, hurtling down the rocky tunnel at dizzying speed. Your trajectory abruptly halts as you crash into the wall at the far end, bouncing off of it with a cry of pain.

You roll painfully to your hands and knees, tasting blood in your mouth. Looking up, you see your attacker, who is now standing protectively between the first succubus and your battered body. Immediately, you recognize who it is.

And in the same moment, you recognize just how fucked you are.

The first succubus was quite a bit shorter than you, but this newcomer is at least as tall as you are. Her lean body is all corded muscle, possessing a wild, amazonian beauty that is as intimidating as it is enticing. Her black hair hangs short-cropped about her face, which is marred by a long, puckering scar that marks a wound that claimed her left eye. The right eye, however, is undamaged, and is looking at you with a calculating look of fearsome intelligence.

You have been located by Taharial. Second-in-command—and chief enforcer—to the Lust Queen herself.

The first succubus is still kneeling, her eyes wide with incomprehension as she tries to adjust to the sudden change in events. Then she turns to Taharial. "W-wait, sister!" she blurts out. "You don't need to do this! I don't know what that mark means, but I've, ah, talked with him, and I'm sure that—"

Taharial glances back at the other succubus, a pained, sorrowful expression crossing her scarred face. Then she turns away, stalking down the tunnel toward you, her tail whipping angrily back and forth. Shaking your head to clear it, you pull yourself back to your feet as well.

Your odds are... not good. For all that she uses no weapons, fighting only with her hands and feet, Taharial is still renowned as one of the deadliest demons in the Second Circle, surpassed only by the Lust Queen herself. Worse, she is not about to let you tailor this confrontation to your strengths. You can feel her gaze on you, analyzing you, as though she could tell your every weakness at a glance.

And you do have such a weakness. Just as you are exceptional in terms of Charisma, there is one area where you are currently below average compared to your demonic kin. Namely... Strength. Your physical strength and fighting ability are about on par with an average, decently active human with no combat training. Don't expect to solve many problems by brute force or battle.