Perverse Pleasures

The kingdom of Everhold was in dire straits.

Demons and worse things pillaged the land. Villages were regularly sacked and burned. Men and women were taken; to where no one knew, nor did they even wish to guess. The demon lord ruled with an iron fist. Famine and fear were the norm. No one was safe.

Twilight Twintail had been born into a middling house of nobility. The seventh daughter in a household already fit to bursting, she had been sent to the chantry to pray to the Goddess for the souls of her father and brothers. It was there, in her early womanhood, she received a vision from the Goddess with a command.

Bring together the land’s mightiest heroes. Liberate the people. Banish all evil. Defeat the demon lord and bring her light back to all.

Twilight had left the chantry with the blessing of her order, her head held high and her heart resolute. Through trials, tribulations, deeds, and daring, she gathered a mighty party of heroes. With their help, she had freed whole towns, destroyed demon hosts, and made the land safer. Again and again, the demon king sent its horrifying minions to stop them. Mighty bullmen, twisted mutants, dark sorcerers with ten eyes that saw nothing. With skill, luck, and guidance of the Goddess, all had been beaten back and destroyed.

For the first time in countless years, the common citizen began to feel hope. They joined Twilight and her party. With them came knights, lords, wizards; those with the means and skill to truly cleanse the corruption in the land. Slowly, but without pause, the monsters, demons, and black-hearted men that had ruled with sword and blood were pushed back toward the capital, where the evil lord had resided for the last three hundred years.

They had a mighty army, a host of paladins and magic users, and even a kitchen train ran with the best Halfing cooks to ever live. The army that the demon king was gathering would be terrifying to behold. Even with the help of the Goddess, their chance of victory wasn’t certain. In fact, it was far from unlikely. Even so, Twilight was certain of their success.

With her friends, her magic, and the might of the Goddess, they’d drive the forces of darkness away. They’d win, and Everhold would be thereafter known as a land of peace and prosperity. She’d be able to put down her staff and pick up her books once more.

Several days outside of the capital, Twilight, her companions, and the army they had gathered were camped near the Whitegail Forest. As they grew closer to the domain of ultimate evil, things became strange and unnatural. Even during midday the sun seemed dim. The nights were colder than they should have been this time of year, and the moon gleamed with a reddish light. Even so, everyone had been in good spirits as they had laid down to rest. Twilight and her party had been given rooms at a nearby inn by an odd but nice couple.

While her travels had hardened the young woman, she was still a bookish creature of comfort. At the thought of a real, proper bed after sleeping out in the open air for who knows how long, a deep longing filled her.

Sure, she could have slept on the cold, hard ground using her robes as a blanket and falling asleep to her party’s bestial snores; she had done so for many months, in weather both blazing hot and deathly cold. That didn’t mean she liked it. In fact, she had no issue in telling anyone that would listen that she hated sleeping outside, on the hard ground, with bugs flying and crawling everywhere, despite all the spells and charms she used to try to keep them at bay.

The dwarf in their party, who had slept on cold, hard stone all of his life, had attempted to protest their accommodations, wishing to give the rooms to others. Twilight had been so excited that she had run through the inn doors before anyone could stop her. After a large, hearty meal, a nice, warm bath, and a good night to anyone that’d listen, Twilight had jumped into her bed and fallen asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillows.

With their army around them, in this safe piece of guarded land, she had thought herself safe. She had thought that there would be no need to double check the wards she had placed upon the inn while they had eaten, or that everyone in this inn was who they appeared to be.

It would be her greatest mistake.

The sound of laughter stirred Twilight. It was a thick, rich sound; a noise that made one’s ears tingle it was so lovely. The average person would have said that the one laughing simply had a wonderful voice. To an experienced practitioner of the magical arts, it was very clearly laced with something foul and black.

She opened her eyes and lifted her head. No longer was she in her own room at that little family inn. The air smelled damp and stagnant. A sickly light illuminated hard stone, barren walls. Her bed was gone, and she found herself seated in a chair, tied up.

“Well, well, well. I never thought you’d wake up. Pleasant dreams~?”

A figure stepped into view. A woman. Twilight’s eyes narrowed, and she sniffed the air, almost coughing as the scent of dark magic tickled her nose. No, not a woman. A monster.

No. It was worse. A succubus.

At a glance Twilight knew her. Stories had been told about her at the Chantry to scare acolytes since the dawn of time. Sunset Slithermount, a fallen angel cast out of the Goddess’s divine lands, twisted by things so evil and other that they couldn’t be recorded, turned into not just a succubus, but the succubus. She had been the first; the most powerful and greatest of her twisted kind.

“Demon,” Twilight hissed, licking dry lips as panic twisted her insides.

The Queen of the Succubi was just as bewitching as the stories warned. Even in the strange light, she could see her sunkissed, flawless skin, her fiery red hair, her green emerald eyes that twinkled with amusement. A pair of small black horns jutted out through her temples, and a long black tail was swaying behind her. The outfit she wore was obviously made to draw the eye as much as possible. It was all laces, low cut, skin tight fabric that left nothing to the imagination. Her midriff was exposed, revealing a muscled stomach. In one of her hands she held a riding crop.

The demon laughed again. “Please, just call me Sunset. All my friends do,” she said with a mocking bow. “Or mistress if you prefer. Or master. Or cherished beloved.”

She sauntered toward Twilight, lightly tapping her crop against her bare thigh. Twilight leaned back in her chair, acutely aware of her situation. She had no staff, no potions, no knife, no spell books, not even a blessed necklace. The only thing she had worn to bed was her nightgown. She was as vulnerable as a lamb, and from the ear-to-ear grin on the Succubi’s face, she knew it as well as her. Even so, Twilight squared her shoulders, looking at the demon with narrowed eyes.

“I don’t know how you stole me away from that inn, demon, but I promise that you don’t get away with this,” she said. “I’m sure my party is already looking for me. I don’t care what sort of magic you used; if there’s the tiniest hint of a trail they’ll be able to follow it and--”

Twilight flinched as the demon brought the riding crop down on her shoulder. There was a sharp pain, which was followed by a warm, pleasant tingle. Some sort of lewd magic molded into the crop no doubt.

“Oh my dear. My delicate, delicious little morsel,” Sunset said, stroking Twilight’s face with the crop. “I couldn’t agree more. You mortals are stronger and more resilient than the demon king was expecting; than any of us were expecting, if I’m being frank. If I had just stolen you out of your bed and made off with you, I don’t doubt that your friends would have moved heaven and earth to locate you.”

The demon’s smile somehow grew even wider.

“Fortunately for me I don’t need to worry, my sweet. I have you all here.”

Twilight’s eyes widened. “No, you couldn’t,” she whispered. “Not with so many--”

“The demon lord has powers even beyond my understanding,” Sunset said, leaning down toward the frightened woman. “There is no need to worry though. My minions are doing all in their power to make their stay… comfortable.”

Vanilla, cinnamon, and lilac filled Twilight’s senses. The warmth from that hit from the riding crop was beginning to work its way through her body like some sort of poison. She gritted her teeth, sending a silent prayer to the Goddess.

“You’re lying,” she spat.

“Is that so?”

“Yes!”

Throwing her head back, the demon let out a laugh. Winking at Twilight, she spun around on a heel and walked away. In the dim light, Twilight could just make out her walking over to something. There were hushed whispers that she couldn’t make out, followed by a grunt and the squeal of wood. The demon let out a clear curse, then more whispering. Several seconds passed before the Queen of the Succubi came back with a wooden chair much like the one Twilight sat on.

She placed it a few feet from the spell caster. As soon as she did, another figure stepped into the green light. They hurried over and sat down, handing the demon a jump rope before sitting down. Sunset leaned down to give them a thank you and a kiss on the cheek before wrapping the jump rope around their body and tying it with a loose square knot.

“You okay?”

“Yep. Do your thing.”

“Alright.”

Clearing her throat, the demon grinned, placing a hand on the person’s shoulder. Twilight let out a gasp. It was one of her party members; one of the first that she had managed to recruit in fact. A barbarian savage, but noble in his own way and loyal to an absolute fault. He had torn through any beast or monster laid out in front of him with inhuman might and glee. Anon the Axe, Chieftain of the Northern Bearmen. DragonsBane. BoneCracker.

His Wintertooth crown sat upon his rigid brow as it always did. His chest was bare, and he had naught but a few straps of leather covering his lower body. His weapons, usually hung on hooks around his belt, were nowhere to be seen.

He was looking at Twilight expectantly. Sunset, seeing this, nudged his shoulder. He looked at her. Sunset leaned down and whispered something into his ear. Anon nodded, leaning forward in his chair.

Twilight could see that the barbarian was exhausted. It was obvious that he was fighting some sort of charm by the way he shook and jerked, his eyes rolling in his skull as he bared his teeth. The crown on his head was humming, the runes etched into it desperately attempting to ward off whatever was assaulting him.

“Are you sure I’m a liar, my little morsel?” the demon cooed, rustling the barbarian’s hair.

Anon let out a wolf-like snarl, straining against the rope that bound him. Twilight had seen his mighty strength shatter steel chains, but in these bindings he was like a helpless toddler.

“I could bring the rest of your little friends out here for inspection, but just this one will do for now I think,” Sunset said, stepping in front of Anon. “Now, what to do with the two of you? What to do--”

“Roll for initiative!”

Sunset’s face scrunched up. She looked at Twilight, who, with a smile, wiggled out of the extension cord wrapped around her and reached into her pajama bottom pocket. After some rummaging around, she pulled out a twenty-sided dice.

“Do we really need to, Twi?” Sunset asked.

Twilight didn’t answer, though her eyebrows did furrow. Sunset clicked her tongue, looking over to Anon, who was looking around.

“Hey, Twi. Do you have another dice?”

“Anon, I told you to keep one on you!”

“Where am I keeping it, smarty pants? You see any pockets on this loincloth?”

Rolling her eyes, Sunset walked over to him, reaching into her cleavage and producing two dice. She offered one to him.

“What else have you got down there?”

“Just be quiet and roll the dice, dummy.”

All three threw their dice. They made no sound as they hit the carpet, bouncing once or twice before becoming stuck. Everyone leaned down to inspect their numbers.

“Oh, I got a twenty!” Anon said with a smile.

“Fifteen,” Sunset grunted.

“And I got an eight,” Twilight said, practically bouncing in her chair. “Anon, with a twenty you go first. What would you like to do?”

Anon sat back in his chair. The happiness at getting a natural twenty was dimmed somewhat as he realized that he now had to figure out how to proceed.

“I, uh… I don’t know,” he said, looking around a bit lost. “Can I try to escape?”

“Absolutely,” Twilight replied with a nod. “You can try to break the rope, or wiggle yourself free, or even untie yourself. What’s your sleight of hand?”

“...Minus three?”

“Then, I recommend the breaking out option, since I’m almost positive your strength is much better than that.”

“It is,” Anon said. “I got a plus seven in that.”

Bending over, Sunset grabbed his dice and handed it back to him. With a thank you, he once again rolled his dice.

“That’s a… two. Alrightly…”

“I’m assuming that isn’t anywhere close to beating the rope. to You struggle against your bindings, but they hold. You’re trapped for another turn,” Twilight said. “Is there anything else you’d like to do?”

“I don’t think I can do anything else.”

“Then, Sunset, it’s your turn.”

Sunset, who had been looking at her nails, collected herself, coughing into a hand and standing up a little straighter.

“I cast domination on the barbarian,” she said, jabbing a thumb at Anon before leaning down to pick up her dice and tossing it again. “A five. With my magic that’s a twelve.”

“Doesn’t beat my wisdom with my crown thing.”

Sunset made a face.

Twilight, letting out a giggle, was able to lean down to pick up her own dice. She rolled it in the palm of her hand before giving it a toss.

“I roll to untie myself. Fifteen, plus two. Sunset, I can’t remember, what’s the AC of your magical rope?”

Sunset knew exactly what number Twilight had to beat for her rope. It was one of the many things about her character that Twilight had made her memorize before the three of them got dressed up. It was a fifteen; meaning that the dork should be able to free herself and get out of that chair.

That wasn’t going to happen.

“It’s twenty-two,” Sunset said without skipping a beat.

Twilight frowned. “Twenty-two? That sounds a little high…”

“I’m the Queen of the Succubi, remember? I can make some really strong magical rope.”

For a few terrible moments, Sunset was sure that Twilight would insist on checking the piece of paper that was somewhere around this room that showed her the succubi stats, taking any eroticism left in this night and throwing it into the trash. Thankfully, with a slow nod of her head, Twilight sat back in her chair.

“If you’re sure I’ll take your word for it,” she said, mostly to herself. “Well, if that’s the case, I’m still stuck in this chair. Anon, it’s your turn again.”

Anon leaned forward as far as he dared, and was just able to pick up his dice. “I’m gonna try to break out again. Fuck. Natural one.”

“As you attempt to escape, your bindings tighten around you. Now you have disadvantage whenever you try to free yourself. Sunset?”

Sunset looked over at Anon, who looked as bemused as she felt. Giving him a wink, she tossed her dice yet again. She watched it bounce, then stop on the number three.

“I cast domination,” she said. “It’s a natural twenty.”

Twilight gasped. She could only watch helplessly as Anon the Axe thrashed against the restraints. The bindings pulsed and flexed as if it were a living thing, giving off a dim red color. With alarm, she realized that it was sapping the barbarians strength as his thrashing became weaker and weaker. She had never known a more powerful man in her life, but even Anon’s strength couldn’t resist the dark magicks in this demon’s employ. In no time at all, he was slumped in the chair, covered in sweat, gasping for every breath. The runes in his crown were growing dim.

The demon, smiling, dragged a nail up the length of the barbarian’s Anon. “Now, now. There’s no need to fight,” she cooed.

Anon shivered as the nail made its way up his arm, across his shoulder and to his neck. He tensed, but quickly relaxed, doing his best to sit back up. No doubt he was expecting to be killed, and wished to die with some amount of honor. Unfortunately for him, there was no honor amongst demon kind.

Sunset placed a finger under his chin. Leaning down, she tilted his head up. Twilight felt her heart leap to her throat when she realized what she was about to do.

“I-I cast magic missile!”

“I use my legendary action to dispel your dispel at the ninth level.”

A lance of golden light appeared in front of Twilight. With a prayer, she sent it toward the demon. It flew faster than any arrow shot from any bow, flew straighter than the truth, and with the power of one beloved by the Goddess. All it took was a flick of her tail and Sunset batted it away. It exploded in a shower of sparks, and Twilight could only let out a cry of anguish.

The demon pressed her nose against Anon’s, looking deeply into his eyes. “There’s no need for all of this fussing,” she continued, her voice taking on a bassy, sickeningly seductive tone to it. “Why not just relax~”

Her green eyes flashed for a moment. Anon’s eyes flashed the same green. His crown cracked, falling to the ground without warning in a flash of magic. The barbarian jerked, then went limp. He would have slumped forward, had Sunset not continued to keep his head held up.

“No, no, no! Anon! You need to fight! Fight it!” Twilight screamed.

She could only watch as Anon’s eyes slowly opened. There was none of the usual fury or animal-like intensity on his face that she had come to know since she started traveling with him. His eyes were dull, and he was looking up at the Succubus like some sort of lost puppy.

Sunset chuckled. “Am I not the most beautiful creature you’ve ever seen?” she asked.

Slowly, Anon nodded.

“Say it,” the demon demanded.

“You are the most beautiful creature that I’ve ever seen,” he replied, his voice monotone and lifeless.

“You’ll do anything for me, correct?”

“Yes.”

“As of this point, I’m your entire world. Your devotion to me is completely absolute?”

“Yes.”

Twilight thrashed against her restraints, her mind facing. There had to be something that she could do. A spell, a cantrip. Was there something near her that she could use? A rock, some part of her nightgown, the earth beneath the chair?

Sunset, ignoring her for the moment, cupped the barbarians face with both hands. In the blink of an eye, the bindings that had held Anon were gone. The man made no move to so much as lift a finger, still staring into her eyes.

“You love me?” she whispered, her grin revealing a pair of long, sharp canines.

“More than anything,” Anon replied.

The chuckle that filled the room made Twilight’s heart skip a beat.

“Then, I command you to show me how you properly love your everything, mortal, ” she said.

Anon’s body jerked as if struck by a thunderbolt. Some light reappeared back into those fierce eyes of his. He reached out, grabbing the demon by her hips and pulling her into his lap.

“Anon! Can you hear me? Please, I know you can. You need to fight this! The demon is controlling you! Anon? ANON!”

Twilight attempted to push herself backwards. If she were lucky, this chair was flimsy enough that it would break. If not, perhaps the motion of her falling over would be enough to get the demon away from her party member. Domination was a powerful spell, but she knew Anon. If he had some time, even just a minute or so, she knew he’d be able to free himself from the magical influence, then he’d do what he did best and rip Sunset to pieces with his bare hands.

It was, of course, a forlorn hope.

She barely managed to push the chair up an inch before the restraints around her waist shifted. Twilight felt them snaking down toward her legs. She let out a cry, trying to kick up hard, but it was too late. The bindings wrapped around her legs, forcing them out in front of her.

“No, no, nonononono…”

Anon had his face pressed into the demon’s bosom. He was murmuring something, his hands sliding up and down her back. Sunset cooed, running a hand through his hair as her tail slipped underneath his loincloth.

“Don’t you DARE hurt him!” Twilight shouted.

Sunset looked over her shoulder, looking as if she had forgotten Twilight had been just behind her.

“Hurt him? I’d never hurt him, you silly girl,” she said. “Now just sit back. Let your new master show you a thing or two…”

The loincloth was lifted. Twilight caught a glimpse of skin before she turned away, her face becoming warm.

“Get off him,” she muttered. “Stop doing t-that.”

“Aw, has the young savior never seen a manhood before? How… sweet. You’d think the sisters of your order would wish you to be knowledgeable in all things.”

“What you wish for isn't knowledge, demon. It’s lust.”

“Hah! Well, I suppose you’re right in that.”

There was the sound of something being unzipped, followed by a thud that echoed throughout the cave. With a cry, Twilight swung her head around to see what the demon was up to know, only to freeze. Sunset had taken off all of her clothing. She was bare, save a thin leather choker wrapped around her neck.

All thought of horror and outrage disappeared, and Twilight should do nothing but stare at the bewitching beauty before her. The warmth throughout her body that she had almost successfully quelled once again flared up. She squirmed in her chair as best as she could rubbing her thighs together.

Sunset sat herself squarely in Anon’s lap, using his broad shoulders as support. The barbarian’s hands were no longer stroking her back. They were possessively wrapped around her middle, holding her close. Had Anon been right of mind, at this point he would have simply snapped the demon’s back as if it were a twig. Instead, spellbound as he was, he leaned forward and planted a kiss right on her dark brown nipple.

Twilight let out a sudden explosive exhale through her nose. She watched as he did it again, and again. Sunset giggled with each kiss, grinding herself against his lap. All the while, her tail continued to keep Anon’s loincloth lifted, exposing the man to Twilight, who found it increasingly difficult not to take a peek.

In the light Anon’s tongue was just visible as it slipped out of his mouth and licked up the length of Sunset’s sternum. The demon let out a heavy breath, biting her lower lip. She pressed her boobs together using her biceps, bouncing them in Anon’s face. He responded by licking every inch of tanned flesh that he could reach. Sunset giggled and growled, looking down at the barbarian intently, a blush on her face.

“There’s a good boy. Oh, gosh, just like that~... Remember the te-ETH!”

In no time at all, the demon’s chest and neck were shiny with spit. Sunset had stopped her grinding, her belly heaving. There was a noticeable sheen of sweat on her face, and she was beginning to pant. Anon had as much of a breast stuffed into his mouth as he could fit, and was noisily licking and sucking. He was cupping the other breast with a hand, rolling her nipple between a finger and thumb. A particularly hard twist wrung a whine out of the Succubus, who grabbed Anon’s face with both hands and pulled him into a kiss.

There was another flash of green as their tongues slipped out to meet each other. Sunset’s quickly coiled around Anon’s before their lips touched. Twilight had seen kissing; certainly read about it in a saucy novel or two that some sisters at the chantry had hidden underneath their beds, but she had never known anything like this. It looked as if they were trying to eat each other, growling and groaning into each others’ mouths. There was so much movement, so much sound, so much spit. Animals would do something like this, not Goddess fearing folks!

A smell began to fill the air, making Twilight’s nose scrunch up. It was the scent of sweat mixed with something else she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Whatever it was, it was heady, slightly sweet, and made the warmth flowing through her body just that much hotter. Despite herself, her gaze wandered from their faces to more southward areas.

That tail was still lifting Anon’s loincloth, but there wasn’t any need for it to do so. The barbarians penis had become swollen and engorged. It no longer sat limply against his leg, instead sticking proudly up into the air. Anon was a large and powerful man, and his member was no exception.

As Sunset leaned back to catch her breath, that manhood slid right between her buttcheeks, the red, leaking tip pressing up against the base of her tail.

“Oh, hello there,” she cooed, wiggling her butt.

Anon grunted, reaching down with his large, scarred hands. His fingers dug into her round bottom, spreading her cheeks apart. With a chuckle, Sunset continued her grinding, pulling the barbarian into another savagely lewd kiss.

Twilight found herself panting. Reaching into her bodice, she pulled out another twenty-sided dice. Anon was dominated, and Sunset was busy enjoying herself, so she didn’t see why she couldn’t take her turn. Rolling it in her palm, she tossed it. She was a tad overeager, and threw it harder than she meant to, meaning that the dice rolled just out of view.

“Darnit,” she mumbled to herself, leaning forward in her chair, trying to see what she had rolled.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?”

Twilight looked up. To her alarm, she saw that Sunset was standing just a few feet from her, arms crossed, her thighs slick. A spell sprung from her lips in an instant. A fireball formed from nothing and flew toward the demon. Sunset casually backhanded it away. The next spell was a jet of water that erupted from a spot right next to her chair. Sunset just tilted her head to the side, allowing the water to miss her completely.

“I thought you were enjoying the show,” Sunset said with a pout. “You were squirming quite a bit there.”

On her last few spell slots, but determined not to go down without one heck of a fight, Twilight opened her mouth for one last spell. Before she could even utter a single syllable, the demon plopped herself right in her lap.

“W-W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” she demanded, reeling back.

“Maybe you were just a little jealous?” Sunset mused, ignoring the question completely. “Well, as I am a gracious host, I’ll give you some attention.”

She placed her hands on Twilight’s shoulders. Twilight, too stunned to do more than gap and blush, allowed it to happen. Then, without warning, her face was forced into Sunset’s breasts.

The first thing that Twilight noticed was the wetness. Anon’s saliva still coated the demon’s entire chest. The warmth of her body followed; an unnatural, otherworldly, seductively soothing warmth.

A cloud fell on the young woman’s mind. Was this really so bad? Why couldn’t she just calm herself? Relax? Just enjoy what was happening?

The smell of vanilla and magic tickled her nose, bringing her somewhat out of her stupor. She growled, forcing herself to look up from between that admittedly lovely rack to glare at the demon. Sunset stared right back, all smiles. The two continued to stare for what felt like ten minutes when Twilight, at a loss of what to do, did the only thing she could. With a mighty battlecry, she reared her head back and bit down on Sunset’s boob as hard as she could.

“Twi?”

“Yeah?”

“Whatcha doin’ there?”

“Biting you.”

“Sexually?”

“No, for an attack.”

“...What’s the max damage on a normal human bite?”

“It’s one-D six plus my strength. Which is minus one.”

“You know I halve all physical attacks right? And I have 200 hp?”

“I have to try something Sunset!”

“Alrighty. Lets see your dumb roll…”

“Let me get my d-six.”

Twilight’s teeth sunk into the supple flesh. She bit so hard that her jaw ached. Sunset didn’t so much as flinch.

“You are very spunky, mortal,” she said, pushing a stray lock of hair out from Twilight’s face and pushing it behind the ear. “That’s why you’ll make sure a wonderful pet.”

She wrapped her arms around Twilight’s head and buried her face into her hair. The young woman once again found herself deep between a pair of soft breasts. She let out a long, low whine, her toes curling as Sunset held her close. The warmth filling her body was becoming overwhelming. She weakly pulled against her restraints, rubbing her thighs together.

Twilight tried holding her breath, but the demon’s intoxicating scent seemed to invade her mouth and nostrils. She relaxed in her arms, feeling her mind once again begin to drift. The nightgown that she wore, usually so light and comfortable, being of fine elven make, now felt heavy, coarse, and uncomfortably hot. It was getting hard to breathe, especially with Sunset holding her like this. She needed to get comfortable; if she was comfortable again she’d be able to think clearly, and if she was able to do that she might be able to get Anon and herself out of this mess. Which meant, of course, she needed to strip.

She mumbled something. When Sunset just continued to hold onto her and sniff her hair she cleared her throat and mumbled a little louder. The demon let go of her and leaned back so she could look down at her with a raised eyebrow.

“You’re getting my gown all dirty, you filthy demon!” Twilight blurted out, blinking a bead of sweat out of her eye.

“It seems that way, huh?” Sunset said, reaching up to grope one of Twilight’s tits. “All those fluids are really making this stick to you. Elven stuff is well-made, but just a bit of water and all their clothing is practically see through. I mean, I can see a cute, hard little nipple right there to pinch.”

Twilight’s breathing hitched as the demon squeezed her breast hard.

“Hmm~ What a sinfully big set of tits you seem to have, oh chosen of the Goddess,” Sunset said before pushing herself out of Twilight’s lap and standing up. “As downright divine you look in that gown, I really must see what’s underneath it. Come on, up you go.”

The queen snapped her fingers. Twilight found herself forced into a standing position. Her restraints were no longer around her middle. With another snap of her fingers, she found herself frozen in place.

Sunset turned her back to her, walking over to Anon. The barbarian was standing there as if glued to the floor. His arms were hung limply at his sides as he swayed back and forth, his expression dull. Sunset sauntered around him, untying his loincloth and allowing it to drop to the floor. His manhood still jutted out proudly in front of him, freely leaking a clear fluid onto the floor in front of him.

“Oh, brave and mighty hero,” the demon said, running a hand up the length of Anon’s arm. “There’s a helpless maiden that needs your help undressing. Be a dear and help her, won’t you?”

The barbarian reacted without hesitation. In two strides he stood in front of Twilight, staring down at her with those dull eyes.

“Anon?” Twilight whispered, forcing the word out.

He placed his hands on her hips, grabbing two fists full of fabric.

“Roll dexterity for me, please.”

“...What?”

“Roll for dexterity to see if you can get the nightgown off me.”

“Twilight, for god’s sake, my dicks out. Can’t we just--”

“Anon.”

“Alright. Fine.”

“I’ll give you advantage, since I can’t move.”

“Thank you. First roll is a… two.”

“A failure.”

“I figured, smarty pants. The second is… another fucking two.”

Anon pawed at her nightgown, but couldn’t manage to lift the fabric past her ankle. Twilight had no idea if it was the domination that was making his motor skills so sluggish, or that the barbarian was trying even now to fight the spell’s effects.

“Here, babe, you can use my dice. Twilight must have done something funny with the one she gave you.”

“You know I’d never do something like weigh my dice, Sunset.”

“Yeah, yeah. Here, just roll something high enough that we can start actually fucking this dork.”

Anon smiled at Sunset, taking the dice from her. He looked down at it, blowing on it for good luck before rolling it around in his palm.

“What are you setting for the AC or whatever to beat undressing you?” he demanded from a very pleased looking Twilight.

“It’s really low, I promise. Just a seven.”

“I get a plus two for dex, so that should--COMEONDOIT!”

With a cry, Anon tossed the dice. It spun through the air, bouncing toward Sunset. The red-haired woman watched as the dice rolled right to her feet, the number one staring back up at her.

“What did he get, Sunset?” Twilight asked.

Sunset looked at Twilight, then at Anon, who was staring at her with a pained expression. Twilight might have been as blind as a bat, even with those glasses of hers, but Sunset didn’t doubt that she could see what he had just rolled. She couldn’t even begin to think what would happen if one critically failed to take off another person’s clothes. Knowing Twilight, it’d probably be ridiculous.

“He got a ten,” she said slowly, pushing the dice behind her with a foot. “Anon, start taking Twi’s clothes off right now before I scream. Please.”

A shiver ran through the barbarian.. With time, though with still some effort, he pulled Twilight’s nightgown over her head, ignoring the woman’s shout in protest. Balling up the fine elven fabric, he tossed it away. Twilight desperately wished to cover herself, but her body still refused to listen to her. She could only bite her bottom lip and stand there, her face becoming hot.

Both the barbarian and Succubus eyed her. Her skin was pale, with an odd mark here and there but mostly without blemish. Twilight had somewhat of a belly, and a respectable bottom with a nice set of legs. Being as she had traveled all through the land--i.e., she was too busy at work--a purple mound of pubic hair sat between her legs. She would have been nothing more than an average looking priestess, if not for what sat up on her chest.

Two large, round, full breasts hung for all to see. They were noticeably bigger than Sunset’s, who had a chest that she was awfully proud of. Her bras said that she was an E-cup, but Anon had always insisted that they were bigger. Somehow, through chemical means, scientific experiments that Twilight told no one about, or just plain or genetics, there was almost no sag in those breasts either. There would also never be any sagging, if what Twilight said and if her mother was any indication. Her areolas, while on the larger side, still looked perfectly sized for her chest, both nipples poking out both from the chill and the woman’s excitement.

Not for the first time when looking at her, both Sunset and Anon seemed to go into a stupor. They weren’t just staring at her chest either. She could plainly see their eyes wandering all over her body with just as much hunger. It always made her smile seeing them stare like that. It made her feel sexy; like she was some supermodel and not some regular dork.

She loudly cleared her throat, breaking them out of the spell she held over them. Sunset looked over to Anon, who then gestured to her. The red-haired woman frowned, the gears in her head churning, before her face lit up.

“And there we are,” she said, spreading her arms out wide. “My goodness, just look at you. They really know how to grow ‘em in the chantry, don’t they?”

“Y-You perverts,” Twilight said, covering her groin and chest with her hands as best as she could, forgetting for a moment that she wasn’t supposed to be able to move. “I swear by the Goddess I’ll make sure you see her light very soon, demon.”

The demon ignored her, moving in close. She leaned forward, planting a kiss on Twilight’s collarbone. Twilight bit her bottom lip, her face scrunching up as Sunset placed her hands underneath the woman’s breasts. She bounced them in her hands.

“Holy fuck do I love these things,” she mumbled, leaning down to wrap her lips around a nipple.

Twilight let out a yelp. One of her hands shot up, grabbing the back of Sunset’s head as the other woman gave her nipple a hard suck. She grabbed a fistful of hair, and pushed her in close, before remembering that she wasn’t supposed to be able to move. Reluctantly, she removed her hand and forced it back to her side. Sunset, her eyes closed, didn’t seem to notice as she brought a hand up and began playing with the other boob.

She watched Sunset have her fun for a few moments before looking up. Anon had somehow walked right up to them without her noticing, and was staring down at her with a wolfish grin. It took a few tries, especially when Sunset started biting, but Twilight eventually managed to focus her gaze on him.

“A-Anon, is there anything y-you want to--”

She wasn’t able to finish her sentence as his lips crashed into hers, followed by a tongue slipping into her mouth.

Twilight sent a desperate plea to the Goddess for some sort of help, some strength that would see her through this night, but all she received was silence. She was a sister of the chantry, pure as snow, and here she was being defiled by a monster and one of her closest companions. She could feel the demon’s tongue lapping at her chest, her razor-like fangs grazing her sensitive flesh. Anon, meanwhile, was attempting to stick his tongue down her throat as if she were a tavern wench. She tried batting his tongue away with her own, but that only seemed to invigorate the barbarian.

The heat was unbearable now. Had she control of her body, Twilight’s knees might have buckled from it. She had never, in all of her life, felt this horny before. It almost made her want to scream. She could feel it erode what little willpower she had left to fight.

She began to reciprocate the kiss. Being it was her first, with a man at least, it was clumsy. She mostly just poked at the barbarian’s tongue while attempting to pucker her lips.

A hand grazed her thigh as she felt a bead of drool fall from her mouth and onto her chest. Panting into Anon’s mouth, she tried to look down to see who was touching her. The barbarian, it seemed, didn’t like that, as he immediately placed a hand under her chin, tilted her head up, and kissed her even more fiercely.

“Hmmmm~!”

Sunset’s lips left her breasts, slick with spit and aching from the groping and biting. Twilight could just hear her giggle before kissing her belly. A bolt of lightning raced down her body toward her groin. She tensed, groaning into her party member’s mouth. That hand dug into the tender flesh of her thigh, forcing her to widen her stance while the demon planted kisses lower and lower down her body.

With one last great feat of will power, Twilight tilted her head back and broke the kiss. Even though her body was not under her command, she could still feel it shaking. Her head was spinning, and no matter how hard she breathed she found that she couldn’t fill her lungs up with enough air. She looked up at Anon desperately.

“Anon… Please…. Fight,” she begged.

The Succubus pressed her face into Twilight’s bush. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth to tease her clit. Anon just stared at her, no recognition in his eyes as he reached up to fondle her tits. Twilight’s hips bucked, and she let out a low hiss.

“Ohhhhhhhh my gosh…”

She lifted herself up onto her tippy toes, shutting her eyes tightly while Sunset, wasting no time, slipped her tongue into her. Twilight’s hands balled into fists, feeling it wiggling around. As that happened, Anon was pinching and twisting her nipples while kissing the nape of her neck, leaving the poor woman beside herself.

Sunset let out a groan, a hand slipping down between her legs to see to her very neglected womanhood. As silly as this whole thing was to her, she still found herself becoming rather hot and bothered. As she licked and kissed and nuzzled Twilight’s pussy, she could see Anon’s dick bobbing a few inches from her cheek. Her eyes drank in the now purplish, leaking mushroom tip, the veins that ran the length of the shaft.

The “demon” let out a whine, her hips bucking against her hand as she licked Twilight’s arousal off her lips. Rubbing the tip of her nose against the other woman’s clit, making her lean forward with a squeal, Sunset tapped on Anon’s thigh. Sucking on Twilight’s bottom lip, he looked down at her. Sunset pointed at his junk, then at her cheek. When he just stared at her in confusion, she lightly smacked her cheek with a hand then batted her eyelashes at him. Anon rolled his eyes but, a second later, he swung his hips around, causing his penis to hit her cheek with a loud smack.

Sunset shuddered, feeling a spurt of her own cum leak from between her working fingers and hit the carpet below.

“T-Thank y-you…”

Magic no longer held Twilight in place. The woman realized that when she found herself stroking her barbarian’s arm as they kissed. She could move now; she was free. Had she the will for it, she might even be able to save herself and the others for whatever fate awaited them.

Twilight reached up with a hand. She still had a sixth level spell left. Lightning Bolt, or Thunderclap, or maybe even Piercing Shatter would, at the very least, buy her some time and maybe even damage the demon. Her hand raised up…

…And grabbed the queen by the back of her head, forcing her face and that otherworldly tongue deeper into her.

“Yessss… take it you demon f-filth,” she mumbled, eyes rolling in her skull.

Spells and faith were currently the furthest things from her mind. The demon king may as well not have existed. There, in a damp, dark cave, she was feeling things that she had never felt before in her life. She wanted, no needed, to go further.

Without thinking, she reached down with her other hand, grabbing Anon’s penis. It was so thick that she could barely get her fingers around it. Even in his stupor, Anon twitched at her touch, stucking in a lungful of air around her nipple in his surprise. A sick thrill filled her when she heard that sound. She bit her bottom lip, giving the shaft a stroke. The penis throbbed in her hand, and she watched as a spurt of cum shot out of his tip and hit the demon’s cheek. Sunset didn’t seem to notice, orally pleasing her with vigor.

“Anon,” Twilight said.

Anon looked up to see the dork staring up at him with half-lidded eyes. Her mouth was open, and he could see her tongue hanging out. A shiver ran up the length of her body. Sunset tensed as the grip around her hair tightened considerably, though she continued her licking and kissing. Twilight was taking deep, slow breaths, her belly heaving as she struggled to stay standing.

“Ohgosh. Oh my g-goodness,” she whispered, humping the other woman’s face like her life depended on it. “I’m just so… It’s… A-Anon. I need you to…”

The man didn’t need further prompting. Releasing the tit, he stood up to his full height. He looked into Twilight’s far-off, pleasure filled face. Thinking for a second or two, he reached up, carefully tilted her head to the side to expose her neck. Then, as quick as a snake, he leaned down and bit her. Hard.

Twilight went ramrod stiff, her eyes growing huge. Anon, still latched onto her neck, quickly reached down and began to rub her clit with a thumb. There was a moment of worry when her grip on his dingaling tightened considerably, but then, almost without warning, Twilight went limp.

Anon could hear her inhale, and feel her body heat up noticeably. He had to snake a hand around her butt to keep her shaking form upright. Though he didn’t see it--this time at least--Twilight shut her eyes tight and her mouth opened in a wordless cry as she found her release.

Sunset, a tad surprised that the girl had gotten off so quickly, nevertheless welcomed the treat. She lapped up what she could, and allowed the rest to coat her face and neck. She licked all through Twilight’s orgasm, only stopping when she felt her weakly trying to pull her from between her legs with a hand.

“Whatcha doin’ down there, Sunny? Twi’s usually harder than that to crack. You use some of your horse magic or something?”

It took a few moments for Sunset to catch her breath. She pumped her fingers in and out of herself a few more times before, with just a tad of regret, pulled them free.

“If she keeps squirming and moaning I swear none of us are getting any sleep tonight.”

She eyed Anon’s cock. Staring up at the man, she leaned over and cleaned the precum off his tip with a few teasing slurps. She opened her mouth wide, intending to take him into her mouth, but stopped short. She’d be able to play with him properly later. Right now they needed to focus on Twilight.

“Here, give me a hand. This carpet is so hard on my gosh darn knees…”

The world was blurry for the chosen of the Goddess. Were it not for the barbarian, she would not have been able to keep standing. She was leaning against him, her cheek pressed against his bare, sweaty chest. Her glasses sat on the very tip of her nose, just a hair's breadth from falling. She still held onto the barbarian’s penis as if it were the only thing keeping her on this plane. The afterglow of her orgasm still pulsed in her veins.

Twilight’s eyes were able to focus just as the demon rose to her feet. She could see her face was a ruin of sweat, spit, and cum. Instead of dampening the fire in her belly, the sight only fueled it. Weakly, she reached out to the Succubus. Sunset, with a laugh, stepped away from them.

“Slave, pick this one up,” she said with a hand gesture. “She’s had a woman’s touch. Now it’s your turn.”

Before Twilight could process her words, Anon scooped her up into his arms like she was a sack of flour.

“W-Wait,” she murmured, weakly squirming. “Anon…”

The snapping of a finger rang out in the cave. Twilight looked away from the barbarian to see a bed just a few feet away. It looked almost like the one she had fallen asleep in back at that inn, though much bigger. Sunset was already sitting on the bed, grinning from ear to ear. She tapped an empty space right next to her.

“No…”

Anon, walking over, sat her right down on the edge of the bed. Holding her by her hips with large, scarred hands, no expression on his face. Sunset, with a laugh, leaned forward so Twilight could see her staring cruelly down at her.

“Make her first time memorable,” she commanded. “Fuck her until she’s a screaming, howling mess. Take that big dick and break her with it.”

She reached down, pinching one of Twilight’s nipples. Anon, meanwhile, laid his manhood over top of the woman’s pussy. He thrust his hips forward, sliding his tip up toward her belly.

“Knock her up. Make her your whore.”

Light once again came to Anon’s eyes. With it came an insatiable hunger. Twilight let out a whimper as she felt fingers dig harshly into the tender flesh of her hips. He pulled his hips back, sliding his manhood down the length of her slit until his tip was hovering right above her entrance--

“Love you.”

Twilight frowned, looking up at Anon. “Hey, no breaking character.”

Anon smiled. “We’ve been breaking character pretty much since we’ve stepped into the bedroom, Twi.”

Sunset, chuckling to herself, leaned over to take the glasses off the other woman’s face. She kissed Twilight on the tip of the nose, which, admittedly, made frowning harder, but the dork gave it her best attempt.

“Love you,” Anon repeated, leaning down to give her a peck on the lips.

Twilight sighed, forcing down a smile. She reached up and cupped his face, pulling him into a quick kiss.

“I love you too,” she replied. “Both of you. You’re the best a girl could ask for, and I’m going to make it up to you for doing this with me. Now, please get back to raping me.”

“Raping?”

“It’s just make-pretend, dummy. Now, be rough. I really want you to give it to me, alright? Sunset, I’d love it if you grabbed my arms and held them up over my head… Yep, just like that.”

Twilight gasped as she felt the tip of the barbarian’s penis press against her womanhood. Her back arched as the crown spread her lips. Above her, Anon let out a savage snarl.

“A-Anon… I--”

In one smooth, hard thrust, Anon slammed himself into her. There was a flash of pain, and the unfamiliar sensation of complete fullness. A choked, wet noise escaped Twilight’s lips as she stared dumbfounded into the barbarina’s face. All she had was a second before he was pulling back, slowly sliding what felt like a tree trunk out of her. She uselessly dug her heels into the bed, toes curling.

Anon let out a snort. The dull expression on his face morphed into pleasure as Twilight began clenching around him. He pulled back until just his fat, apple-like cockhead was inside of her, and then he pressed forward at a much more reserved speed.

Twilight let out a whimper when he was once again buried to the hilt. As Anon ground his hips against hers, she realized she could feel his cock throbbing. This time, as he pulled back, she let out a moan.

With each thrust, the barbarian seemed to grow more confident. His pace increased, and with it came sound. A rhythmic, wet, sinfully lewd slapping sound filled Twilight’s ears, though she could barely hear it over the pounding of her own heart. She could not move, could not fight as this man fucked her like some common street harlot. With each throb, she could almost feel his precum filling her up, mixing with her own fluids that were coating both their groins. Anon changed the angle of his thrust ever so slightly. His cockhead slid along her vaginal wall, and then a flash of white hot pleasure hit her.

“O-Oh my gosh… Fuck!”

“Ohoho~ Looks like someone found the g-spot,” the demon, somewhere to her left. “Keep doing that, slave.”

There was a fingersnap. Anon grinned savagely, his hands leaving Twilight’s hips to grab her breasts. Squeezing the mounds of flesh, he began to fuck her even harder and faster, making sure to hit that exact spot with each thrust. Twilight howled, thrashing like she had been hit by a bolt of lightning, the pleasure making her eyes cross. Her legs wrapped around the barbarian to keep him from pulling out. His hips a blur, the Anon leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.

“Golly, just look at her. She really is worked up today, huh?” Sunset muttered to no one in particular.

She rubbed her slick thighs together, just watching the two fuck like rabbits. From the expression on Anon’s face, she could tell the big guy was about to lose it. Twilight was right around the bend too, but she’d probably need a little push for her finish line. Sunset leaned back, staring up at their ceiling as the dork began to mumble incoherently while Anon squeezed her tits. After a few moments of thought, an idea came to mind.

The woman grinned, letting go of Twilight’s arms, she crawled over to Anon, who was trying his hardest to rearrange Twilight’s guts and listening to her very vocal encouragement. Trying not to cackle like some crazy woman, she leaned down toward his ear.

“Hey, just so you know, she’s not on birth control.”

Anon sucked in a breath, his eyes wide. Sunset watched as he hilted Twilight--who let out a yelp in surprise. His hands left her boobs and snapped to her hips, fingers digging into her skin. Sunset had just enough time to reach between his legs and cup his balls as he began to unload into the woman, his hips making quick, jerky movements as he let out a girlish squeal. Twilight, her eyes growing bigger than his, let out a squeal of her own. Her legs around him tightened, and Sunset watched as her flush, sweat-soaked body began twitching and shaking. Sunset, gently massaging Anon’s sack, used her other hand to pinch Twilight’s nipple as the two rode out their orgasms.

With a few more half-thrusts, much of the tension left Anon’s body. Panting, he let go of a still twitching Twilight to give Sunset a dirty look. She just playfully stuck her tongue out at him. Anon leaned down and whispered something to Twilight. The barely there woman whispered something back, kissing his cheek. It took some effort, with Twilight’s legs still wrapped around his middle in a death grip, but he was eventually able to pull back, allowing his softening cock to slip out of the woman. Sunset watched as Twilight’s pussy clenched, and a stream of cum soon followed. With a tired grunt, Anon rolled off of Twilight.

Sunset was quick to take up the space that he left behind, kissing Twilight deeply, a hand snaking down between her legs.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” she asked, slipping two fingers into her still leaking slit.

“Uh-huh,” Twilight replied, eyes unfocused.

Sunset watched as her eyes slipped closed, which was quickly followed by quiet snoring. While Twilight could usually out-distance both her and Anon when it came to stamina, she never was able to go more than a round or two before crashing. Anon liked to joke that she was a long distance runner, but not one for marathons. Pulling her fingers out of her now sleeping girlfriend, Sunset examined the cum on her fingers before slipping them into her mouth and sucking hungrily.

As fun as this all was, she still hadn’t gotten off yet. Her and Anon could probably go for the rest of the night if she was smart. First, she’d need to get him hard again.

With one last fond glance at Twilight, Sunset attempted to locate their boyfriend. To her surprise, Anon was no longer on their bed. Instead, he was crouched down a few feet away, mumbling to himself.

Curious, Sunset crawled off the bed and made her way behind him. Leaning over him, she peered down to see what he was so fixated on. It was their twenty-sided dice. Anon had collected all three of them and was rolling them over and over again, becoming more and more frustrated with each roll.

“Two, two, one. Three, four, five. Seven, one, two. What the fuck is wrong with these dice?!”

Sunset cleared her throat. When Anon looked up at her she gave him her most seductive look. “Roll for fucking my brains out. Two or higher is a critical success,” she said.

He looked at the dice in his hand. He frowned as hard as Sunset had ever seen, and gave all three dice a toss.

One, one, one.

Anon jumped to his feet. “Fuck these busted dice!