Take One for the Team 1-4

Warlocks as a rule were a secretive group. Their spells, methods and rituals closely guarded from the outside world. The powers of demonic magic were not to be taken lightly, nor their responsibility handed to magic users who could not handle it. Certain groups within the warlock ranks were even more hardcore in accepting new initiates. One of these such groups was The Brotherhood of the Skull.

This secretive sect of warlocks believed that the dark arts of demonic magic trumped the powers of all other magic users and that warlocks would eventually be the rulers of the material world. Also they believed secrecy, tenacity,and throwing crazy keg parties once a month. For a new warlock (or evily inclined arcade wizard) to join the group they had to pledge their intention and then, once they reached a certain point in their training, they were asked to officially join the group through an initiation. No outsiders knew what exactly this test was and none who had gone through it wished to speak of it. Only the most crazy and power hungry of warlocks would even think of joining The Brotherhood and of that group only a few were able to make it through the hazing. And in the past twenty years, no new members had been admitted.

“A practitioner of the demonic arts must be ruthless! You must be ready do whatever it takes for power. This path of magic is not for the faint of heart or whiners. You must be prepared to do things others might find ‘evil’ or ‘deviant’ and be willing to sacrifice everything at the drop of a hat should you have to. A warlock must have a will of steel but you must remember not to have too much pride as that will result in your most untimely and painful death.” An elderly gnome warlock stood on top of a podium in front of a group of ten young Brotherhood hopefulls, all dressed in black robes as dark as the shadows lurking in the corner of the cave in which they were gathered. The old magic user punctuated each statement by smacking his pipe on the walnut stand sending a resounding crack echoing through the cave. Many of the initiates standing in the group tended to twitch a little at the noise like scared chickens in a coop.

“The powers of the demonic overrule the petty squabbing of the Horde and Alliance. All warlocks are on the same team and it is best you realize this. The ongoing tension between the factions is simply an inconvenience for those of us who walk the dark path. Are their any questions so far?” The gnome’s voice was high pitched but raspy, as if he had spent most of his life yelling in battle which was actually the case. One student in the back raised his hand slowly and the hawk-like black eyes of the gnome focused on him.

“Yes?”

“Maybe you explained this before…but why exactly are we here? We’ve heard the whole ‘Welcome to the Dark Arts 101′ speech before,” came a rich tenor voice from the student, a certain obvious tone of condescension clearly heard by the group. Those who had been through the ceremony before knew that this proud student was about to get that sly smirk smacked right off of his pretty face.

“What is your name student?”

“Uh…Alvar Hrunting sir.”

“Step forward and take off that hood.” The old warlock stared down at the group of new initiates as if watching ants on the ground as he motioned with one wrinkled hand. There was a shifting of many bodies and the hiss of whispers exchanged as Alvar pushed through the group to the front row, the hood of his black robe pulled down to reveal the obivous pointed ears and gleaming green eyes of a Bloodelf. He bowed before the master warlock, his long golden hair falling forward to cover his face. Two older warlocks, the Gnome’s assistants, shook their heads and smirked at each other from the dark shadows of their hoods. They knew exactly what was coming; there was one smart ass in every class.

“Do you figure he’ll use Curse of Agony this time? I always enjoy watching that one…” the watcher on the left hissed to his companion.

“I do so love the screams. I bet you five gold that he passes out; those High Born are such pansies.” A hand shake was exchanged, the large green one of an orc cupping the rough brown one of a human before the two turned to watch the action.

“I remember you; you’re that fire wizard who thought commanding the elements was ’slumming’ it and decided to learn the dark arts hmm? Your arrogance is well known in the field. Now..you are here, student, to learn some humility and some respect for the fel powers you will eventually try and command. Controlling fire is child’s play compared to what you wish to learn now.” Came the curt reply as the old warlock raised one small hand and hissed the spidery words of magic. The group braced themselves for impact, the two betters in the corner watching on in abject amusement as the pain dealing curse struck the young upstart head on. He sunk to one knee without so much as a grunt. A trickle of blood slid down the elf’s chin from where he’d bitten himself to keep silent. The human in the shadow grudgingly slapped five gold into the waiting hand of the orc as the rest of the group went silent in shock.

“Well well, looks like you have a strong will, elf….I’ll be looking forward into breaking you then. Any more questions?”

Of course there weren’t any; no one else in the group was dumb enough to speak up after that. Hiding in the pack of black robes seemed to be the choice of reply at the moment.

“Right then; lets take a break before your initiation into the brotherhood. If any of you think you’re too much of whiny pussies to face the trial then please do us all a favor and leave now. Randle and Jack will be collecting pledge pins of those of you too lame to return.” The old gnome dismissed the group with a wave of his hand and stumped off for a smoke. As soon as he was out of sight the elf sunk forward onto the floor, panting for breath as two other initiates in black moved to his side.

“Ooow…” Alvar groaned, slowly stretching his fingers out. There were bloody marks from where his nails had dug into his palms to control the pain, and his hands shook. With a snarl of annoyance he rubbed his hands on the side of his robe.

“Are you alright?” One of the other warlocks leaned over him, a ruddy skinned orc with wide dark eyes and crazy black hair tied up in a ponytail at the base of her skull.

“Man I’ve never seen anybody take a Curse of Agony point blank like that and not be screaming like a little bitch!”

“Heh, I like to keep that sort of thing inside, ugh…,” he muttered, sitting back onto the hard stone of the floor to nurse his wounds. “Bit myself.”

“Guess you’re tougher than you look.” An undead female in torn black robes muttered grudgingly, as much of a compliment as one of the Forsaken could ever choke out. “Although it would have been more prudent to just keep your mouth shut.”

The two older Brotherhood members wandered over to the group, the human shooing them off with his staff.

“Well that was mighty stupid of you there sport,” the orc laughed, smacking Alvar on the back hard enough to nearly give the elf whiplash. “Don’t look so green, you can swallow a pint of blood before it’ll make you sick. You’re pretty tough kid, who taught you to take a Curse of Agony like that?”

“Had an old girlfriend who used to do that to me in bed when she was in a bad mood,” Alvar said, coughing into his sleeve. “You’ve never felt pain until you’ve had some crazy bitch curse your balls with that spell.”
A resounding groan of shared pain filled the cave.

“Does anybody know what exactly we have to do for this..initiation? I’ve got an extra healing potion if you want…” The orc female with the black hair offered a small bottle of glowing red liquid which Alvar took gratefully, gulping it down as if he were dying of thirst. Instantly the pain was gone from his body and his split lip healed. He scrubbed the blood from his face with the cuff of his sleeve, frowning at the coppery taste in his mouth. Perhaps trying to join The Brotherhood wasn’t such a good idea; there was plenty of good options for warlocks who weren’t in an elite group and certainly less abuse to his confidence.

“Thanks,” he said after a moment, “I tried to ask one of the other Brotherhood members but they just laughed. How bad can it be really right? Maybe it’ll be something easy like raiding a small town or something?”

“It can’t be worse than SR-71’s initiation!”

“That rogue special group in Stormwind?” Asked a gnome with blue pigtails from the back of the group.

“No that’s SI:7. SR-71 is an elite rogue group for just gnome rogues. My husband is with them…”A gnome girl with pink hair answered from right behind Alvar. “He said they had to…I can’t talk about it. It was really bad.” She wiped her eyes with her sleeve “those poor children…”

“I bet they’re going to bend us over boxes and spank us with the ritual paddle!” came a hushed voice from behind Alvar; a human female had spoken, her blue eyes wide. “My brother’s a pally and that’s what they did to him when he joined his Fraternity Of the Light! And then…I don’t want to say…but…there was…” she swallowed looking around the room before adding in a whisper, “rum, sodomy, and the lash!”

“Rum doesn’t sound so bad…”

“Sodomy is right out though…unless it’s strictly herto sodomy.” another blood elf with short red hair grunted from further away from the main group, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. “And all of us have bloody felt the lash at least once or twice thanks to our succubi. At least those of us who have one anyway.”

“I’ll do whatever I have to do for power, and if that means bend over…” the orc female next to Alvar said, pumping a fist in the air, “then so be it! Dammit I’ll grab my ankles and ask for more if that means I’ll rise in the ranks faster!!”

There was a pause as the room went silent before the older human warlock leered at her, leaning on his staff. “Izzat so? Here’s my card, lets talk,” he said smoothly, producing a red business card from the sleeve of his robes. “I think we can make an arrangement. But seriously, I think once most of you see what you’re in for you’ll run screaming back to your simple little lives. You’ve got to have brass balls to join the highest ranks of Warlocks, even if they’re metaphysical brass balls for you ladies and blood elves.”

“Haha. Funny.” Alvar grumbled from the floor, glaring up at the older warlock distainfully. Despite the effects of the healing potion his head still hurt, a dull throbbing pain that let him know he needed to feed on magic soon or suffer the concenquences. He wished he’d brought his mana potions and scrolls with him but he had left those at the inn when he came to the meeting. Once again he was in a hurry and that had cost him. Now he was cursing himself for his stupidity in both forgetting his restoratives and at opening his big mouth at the wrong time. But that sort of thing was always getting him into trouble anyway; he just couldn’t restrain himself when it came to a snide comment and as of late had found himself getting thrown from the fire to the frying pan more and more often.

“You, pretty boy, had better watch yourself.” The older orc who had placed his bets earlier jabbed one meaty finger at Alvar. “You made the mistake of annoying the master while he’s trying to quit smoking. That was a very stupid idea, very stupid. How stupid Randle?”

“Dumber than an abomination which has stewed for too long in the green waters of Undercity?”

“I was gonna say dumber than a “box o’ rocks” but that works too. He’s going to be harder on you than everybody else now. Just so you know.” Jack the orc faced the rest of the group, “HOWEVER! Just because he’s going to pick on fancy face here doesn’t mean that the rest of you are going to get it any easier. The Brotherhood hasn’t taken a new member in ten years. We’re very selective!”

“Um sir? Can you um…give us any tips and pointers or something?” the female human with the blue eyes asked softly from where she was standing behind a gnome with bright green hair.

The two warlocks thought it over for a minute before Randle finally spoke:
“It’s a little late to be asking for a study guide. Well anybody with long hair, I suggest you tie it back; the last thing you want is getting it torn out by the roots by some crazed demon beast. If you know any buffs, cast them now. Regain as much mana as possible and refresh your memory on any curses or spells that you find hard to cast under stress. The old man should be back in about twenty minutes, that’s enough time to run to town and pick up a Choker of Gag Resist if you have the gold…and some healing potions, you’ll be wanting those.”

“A Choker of Gag Resist?!”

“Ladies…if you don’t have a Platinum Ring of Protection by now, well I’m really sorry about that. You’ll be wanting to see a priest if you pass the test.”

“A priest!? Ring of Protection?! OH FUCK THIS! I’m out of here! I didn’t sign up for any of this shit, no way!” The gnome in the front row ripped her pledge pin off of her robes and tossed it to the floor and ran for the door. “I did not sign up for getting stuffed like a christmas turkey! I thought it was just rumors! Ugh!” Further mumblings of shock and dismay could be heard in the group as they watched the gnome run from the cave.

“Stuffed? Rumors? I heard they were just gonna beat us…”

“Well I heard that we get flayed alive by demons!”

“I heard that we get FUCKED alive by demons!”

“Better than being fucked while DEAD by demons!”

“SILENCE! You’ll find out soon enough. Get out now or forever…well live with the nightmares. Nobody? Ok. Ladies follow Jack, men come with me.” Randle thumped his staff on the floor sharply before heading to a dungeon-like doorway in a shadowed corner of the cave. A few more warlocks left the group, heading for the outside world. Only the most power hungry, and possibly stupid, stayed behind: the female orc, Alvar, the human girl with the pretty blue eyes, the other blood elf, two gnomes, and a rough and tumble male orc with more scars than hair.

The orc female next to Alvar gave his shoulder a squeeze and helped him to his feet. “I don’t like this…” she said softly, her voice shaking.

“This sounds like it’s going to be worse than any Silvermoon frat hazing I’ve ever heard about.”
Alvar shuddered, suddenly feeling extremely nervous. “There isn’t even a Choker of Gag Resist that’ll fit me anyway. I don’t even want to think of why we would need that…” he grimaced; he actually did have a pretty good idea on why such an item would be handy after a run in with the elvish mob. It was a long story; one that he prefered not to think about any more than he really had to.

” I got here earlier, I saw the Master lead the biggest damn succubus I’ve ever seen into that room you’re going into. I mean huge, like 6′4″ and muscled! At least I…I think it was a succubus, didn’t look like any I’ve ever seen…I mean I know it was female…like really big tits and generally built like a brick house but…” The orc female’s voice was a little hushed with awe. “That thing must have been hundreds of years old, I could feel the lust aura from across the room and when it looked at me I thought I was going to cream my robes right then and I don’t even LIKE chicks! What? Why are you laughing?”

“A succubus?! Pfft! This is going to be easy!” A woman? A succubus?! Why did he even start to worry! “I thought this was going to be something hard, honestly.” Alvar grinned, his previous nerves forgotten in a flash, as he rubbed his hands together briskly. This test could actually be fun!

“Are you joking?!” The orc female stared at him in shock “Even if all they’re doing is whipping us, a demon like that could take our flesh off of the bones without breaking a sweat!”

“Hey! Hurry it up, pain and suffering waits for no one!” Randle shouted from the doorway. “And you Alvar, had better check yo’self before you wreck yo’self! That head of yours gets any bigger and you won’t fit through the door!”

“Prick,” Alvar muttered as he passed through the doorway, his glowing green eyes narrowed.

“Oh you’ll have time for that when we get down there. Now move it along…” came the sardonic reply from behind him and suddenly Alvar felt a chill run down his spine; maybe this wasn’t going to be the cake walk he thought it was.

Part 2:

It seemed to Alvar that the temperature in the hallway was getting hotter with every spiral of the tightly looped staircase. He tugged at the collar of his robes, wishing that the basic black ones they were required to wear were cotton instead of heavy velvet. The heat wasn’t so much a feeling of temperature like stepping into the sun or a hot room, but instead a more of odd warmth like one felt when they were extremely nervous.

“You can still go back if you want.” The quiet voice of Randle shocked Alvar out of his thoughts and he nearly tripped on the hem of his robe, his heart leaping into his throat.

“Dammit don’t scare me like that! I thought you said…”

“If you go down there, you won’t be coming back up.

..”The master has picked you out; I’ve seen it happen before.” The older warlock blocked the stairway with his staff as he pulled his hood off of his grizzled face. “That demon will consume you, body and soul…and I’m going to have to explain to your family what happened. No offense but I really don’t think you’re ready to take this test! Come back next year or something.”

Suddenly the hallway didn’t seem so hot but instead bitterly cold. Alvar leaned against the stone wall, feeling feverish and sick. This was much more than he ever signed up for. He dabbed at his forehead with the sleeve of his robe, glad for the darkness of the hall; it just wouldn’t do if Randle could see the obvious green tinge to his face.

“It’s…it’s just a succubus. I’ve faced those before. You’re just trying to stop me so you can have one of your little human friends down there get my spot!” He snarled, hoping to block out the nauseous feeling with indignant rage instead.

“You think the master’s demon is a succubus? Fool.” Randle sighed before suddenly reaching out to grab the front of the blond elf’s robes. “Listen you little shit; I had a friend in warlock school just like you. He had a chance to turn back but he didn’t and…and that THING down there took him. You’re getting into more than you bargained for. I’m just tryin’ ta help you kid!”

“Um…ow!” The old warlock’s grip on the front of his robes was choking him and the hallway seemed to close in on him in the dark. He pulled at the human’s wrist with one hand, trying to break his grip.

“That’s not a succubus down there son, that’s an incubus and a right nasty one at that. If I were you, I’d head right up those stairs. I’ll cover for you. Go on, if you don’t believe me reach out your demonic senses, feel for the bastard. You’ll see…” Randle let go of the front of his robes as if dropping a wriggling puppy before starting back up the stairs. “You coming or not?”

Alvar sagged against the wall, trying to steady his breathing as he watched the older warlock stomp up the stairs. Part of him desperately wanted to follow and get out of that place. The part of his soul that was elvish longed to leave the dank cave and stand out in the sun again, to embrace less dark magic. But another part, one that seemed to control him more than he would like, longed to go down those stairs and meet up with the demon. The darkness both terrified him and begged to be explored. As much as he didn’t want to admit it the call of the incubus was more intense than he had ever felt before. Power, dark magic, wishes yet unfulfilled; he could feel the aura of the demon’s power all the way up the stairs where he was standing. As he pried himself away from the wall he realized that the burning feeling in the air and the odd way his hair stood on end at the back of his neck was oddly familiar. He started back down the stairs, one step at a time as he let his warlock senses reach out. He could feel the demons in the cave then; two felhounds were in the room the women went to; he could feel their hunger for flesh and pain lightly in the back of his mind. Further up in the caverns was the sense of a few imps and their masters and down, down in the deepest cave in which he was heading…

I see you my lovely. Why don’t you come on down and say hello. He clutched at his head, feeling the beginning of a low mana headache coming on and the rich baritone of a demonic voice rattling in his brain. The creature in the cave below didn’t feel like any demon he had ever met. He could sense dark power and an uncontrollable hunger so intense he had trouble telling if it was his or the demon’s. A desire to possess and control an unholy need for magic and life, and a feeling of intense lust. The demon didn’t feel like radiating anger like an infernal or resentful obedience like a voidwalker but instead it was a feeling of unchecked carnal lust.

Up ahead of him was a heavy metal door covered in ornate carvings of humans writhing in ether intense agony or pleasure at the feet of many incubi and succubi wielding whips and fierce looking maces. The very center of the door was sculpted to look like a naked elven female, her arms bound by chains and held over her head. Had he not felt so sick to his stomach he would have found amusement in the shear tackiness of using the female’s carved sex as a keyhole and her splayed knees as door handles.

“It’s now or never Al. If you don’t make it through this, well at least you’ll have an interesting story to tell the ancestors on the other side.” He muttered to himself as he turned the key and pushed the doors open, biting his lip hard to regain his composure.

As the door swung open on well oiled hinges, Alvar wracked his mind trying to remember everything he had ever learned about incubi. The information he’d gotten in those forbidden hours of the Silvermoon libraries was sketchy at best.

“Always one to be fashionably late aren’t you?” The hawk eyed old gnome said sarcastically from a flat topped stalactite across the room. Standing at the feel of the stone tower was the incubus. At first Alvar felt the demon more than saw him; a hot feeling like standing in front of an open oven…naked. The other students didn’t seem to be fairing as well as he was; the rest of the group were either sitting weakly on the floor gasping for breath, or leaning against rather phallic looking stone formations looking visibly sick. All of them had an oddly feverish look to their faces as if they were high on something. The door swung shut behind him with a resounding boom that echoed throughout the cavern. He took a deep breath and forced himself to walk across the worn stone floor towards the group. With each step that odd prickly feeling at the back of his neck became more intense until he could barely concentrate. The incubus was watching him intently like a cat eyeing a fat and stupid mouse walking across the kitchen floor; an odd look of anticipation and hungry malice.

“Well now that you’re all here, I regret to inform you that all of you have failed the test to enter the Brotherhood.” The gnome clapped his hands together in front of his small chest as he looked down at the group of panting and delirious warlocks. “Look at all of you! His demonic aura has floored all of your pathetic asses! How do any of you expect to fair well in battle when the aura of one arch demon is enough to make you wilt like summer flowers?” He said nastily, leaning forward. “All of you, get out…if you can. Go back to your silly parlor tricks and your sad excuses for magic. Go back to the surface and join your petty war. I’m sure your commanders will like your fancy lightshows. “

There was a resounding moan from the group as a few rose to shaky feet. The red haired elf from earlier looked over at Alvar from the ground where he was sitting, the unfocused look of the freshly magic stoned on his face. “But…but I was at the top of my class in the academy…the very best.you can’t kick me out” he said in a choked voice as he got up from the floor and staggered out of the room on unsteady feet.

“It’s always the over achievers who think this sort of challenge would be easy. I’m surprised the entire group was a wash out; they just don’t make warlocks like they used to. Now you…all this fel magic doesn’t bother you at all does it?” The gnome said, staring at Alvar intently. “It seems that your arrogance is based on something and not just unfounded ego.” He climbed down the side of the stalactite before padding over to Alvar, his small hands hidden in the sleeves of his robes.

“So…so I passed?” Even the ominous feeling of the demon close by couldn’t stamp the spark of joy he felt at hearing at least some sort of praise from the old warlock. For a moment the pounding in his head seemed to dull and he was able to hear over the drum beat of his ragged heart. “I got the job?!”

“No, but you haven’t passed yet. There’s still one part of the test left.” The elder warlock sighed, looking up at Alvar. “You will have one hour to escape from this room and return to my office in the top of the west tower. If you succeed you will earn a place in the Brotherhood. Use any spell and skill at your disposal to defeat this demon. If you make it then you’ll get the job. Understood?”

“And if I fail?” Alvar really didn’t want to hear the answer as the demon stared at him hungrily, his tail lashing back and forth like an agitated cat.

“Ask him what he does with the failures, there’s never anything left of them. The test starts now!“The gnome smiled cruelly before teleporting out of the chamber in a shower of purple sparks. The heavy chains and latches binding the demon to the rock disappeared as if made from sand as soon as the older warlock’s magical aura was gone. This left the elf and the demon to stare at each other like two junk yard dogs sizing up the opponent before a fight as they paced around eachother, waiting for one or the other to slip up.

“I take it you’re not just going to let me walk out of here are you?” Alvar said after a moment as he looked back over his shoulder at the massive door he had come in. As soon as the gnome warlock had left a massive stone beam had shimmered into being across the door. It looked heavy enough that even a team of kodo couldn’t have hauled it away. The demon looked him over slowly as he rubbed his raw wrists to get the feeling back in them, his glittering purple eyes locked onto every move Alvar made.

“No…I hadn’t planned on it. Lets make the best of your last hour shall we?”
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Of course the demon wouldn’t let him just waltz out of there. Obviously the test could only end with two results: he fought the demon and won, or he fought the demon and lost. As he slowly inched away from the beast he found himself realizing that the other alternative was not fighting and still getting used as a fuck toy before being eaten. Regular warlock magic wouldn’t work very well against a high level demon like this, if he could even hit him at all, and he was already so low on mana at the moment that his headache had returned. He couldn’t waste any of it on attacks he knew would only anger the creature. He wished he’d brought his good fire wand with him instead of his very basic silver one used for his low level charms and cantrips that all magic users knew. Levitating a light object or summoning a glow would be pretty useless against a demon like this. Perhaps “Bigby’s Giant Fucking Fist Of Fury”?

The incubus watched him from near the large rock where he had been chained with the easy gaze of a cat watching a mouse it knew had no chance of escape. He smirked at the elvish warlock and started to sharpen his shiny black nails on the rock making Alvar grit his teeth at the horrible sound.

“Are you going to beg for your dignity and life like all the others or will you take it like a man?” the demon mused as he checked his claws in the dim light of the many candles in the dungeon. “Sometimes the old bastard throws me a servant who cleaned his silver wrong. Occasionally a farm hand or a warrior he defeated in combat. Tasty I suppose. Never as good as the young warlocks he locks down here. Mmm…those are the best!” He grinned and licked his lips as if remembering a particularly enjoyable meal. “But they’re like candy drops: you eat one or two and you’re still hungry!”

“I..uh..I thought your sort of demon only fed on life force after er…’extended personal contact’?” Even if he was facing doom head on, his curiosity was stronger than his need to live. Having never met an incubus he planned on learning as much as possible about this demon; perhaps he would get a clue on how to defeat it. However despite his interest he made sure to keep out of lunging distance just to be on the safe side as he inspected the room for any means of escape.

“Normally. But an old demon like me needs far more magic and life than others and since that gnomish fuck of a warlock keeps me starving, I’m forced to drain every last drop of life from my victims. Nothing left but dust and clothing. It’s quite interesting to watch I hear but not so interesting first hand.” By this point the demon’s hunger had started to make him impatient. “Now if you come over here and offer yourself to me I’ll make sure it’s pleasurable and quick for you…make me catch you and I’ll make your suffering the stuff of legend! I don’t like to work for my meal!!”

Obviously in a few minutes he would be face to face with the beast and that thought made him sort of sick. There had to be a way to make a deal with the creature. He backed up another step and bumped into the wall as the demon started heading his way. The way taught muscles moved under the demon’s darkly tanned skin was beautiful like a leopard on the hunt but terrifying at the same time. “Personally I don’t find ripping you limb from limb all that amusing. Perhaps we can entertain each other before the end?”

“Whoa I don’t swing that way!” Alvar found himself blurting out while he watched the quickly approuching demon with wide eyes. Every elf tended to occasionally bat for both teams but the demon certainly wasn’t his type in any respect. He was too wild, too feral and far too dangerous.

“What if I looked like this?” There was a shimmer of magic and the incubus had transformed into a very beautiful but still quite athletic and tall succubus: a perfect woman in every respect except for one thing. The warlock couldn’t help but notice that the transformation from male to female was not totally complete on the demon: ’she’ had still kept her formidable incubus cock.

“Perhaps we could…make a deal, but I really don’t think you need um..that.” Alvar swallowed nervously and tried not to make eye contact with the demon.
“These?” Her hands cupped bare and quite luscious breasts, pushing them together and putting the soft orbs on display. That view would have been quite erotic for him if he could ignore the massive demonic boner tenting the loincloth the demon was wearing.
“Uh those are fine…”
“So you mean THIS?” The demoness leaned back slightly and pulled the saffron silk aside to grasp the base of her cock, giving it a rough squeeze. “Mm!”
“I already have one, I don’t think we need er…two!”
“One is the loneliest number! We don’t want to be lonely do we?”
“I like one, one is a good number for cocks where I’m involved!”
“Stop stalling!” strong hands moved forward to grip the front of his robes, yanking hard enough to nearly tear the fabric. “I intend to enjoy myself before you drain your life away and I don’t bottom. You’re gonna be my little bitch blondy!” The incubus’s smooth voice had turned into a dragon like snarl of frustration. “I can’t escape here so I take whatever limited amusement I can get!”

He knew the demon could easily force itself on him; with its strength and power no wasn’t an option. So why hadn’t the creature done so yet? Before he could get in a reply the demoness’ hands had gotten a much better hold on the front of his robe and she tore the heavy black fabric open to the waist with a brutal snarl in the process. “Whoa wait a minute!”
“Done waiting! Don’t you dare fight me or I”ll rough you up in my full size!”
“I can get you out of here!” The warlock managed to gasp out in between a rather useless attempt to keep the demon’s hands from going any lower. “I can break the seals and wizard locks..if you help me. We can both get out!”

The demon paused and stopped dead in her tracks for a moment, clearly not expecting this offer. Normally the warlocks stuck down here were too paralyzed with fright or lust to do much more than beg but this one, this one had a sort of iron will that was both vexing and alluring at the same time. She was getting tired of just feeding on the run, perhaps this new partner would present a challenge. As if yet he hadn’t given in to her Lust Aura like the others. If anything he seemed immune to her demonic influence. Strange indeed.

“You can break the seals can you? Why haven’t you done so by now and run away like the little sissy you are?” She leaned in and pushed the elf against the wall, knowing just how displeased he was with her demon shaft jabbing him in the stomach in that position.

“I don’t have the strength on my own.” He admitted after a moment before giving up trying to shove her away as it obviously wasn’t doing any good.

“Alright..if you get us out that’s great, if we fail then I’m sure I’ll have fun with you anyway.” The demon snarled softly before reaching up to grip her prey’s well sculpted chin in one hand. “A young warlock like you could go insane after sharing my power, I wonder if you’re strong enough to take it?”

“Now who’s stalling?”
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Agreeing to help the demon was risky but the cost of not making a deal was much worse. Alvar had studied the seals on his way down to the chamber and they were basic anti-demon seals. For an elf that grew up around magic etched into every corner of his city he was used to magical locks and barriers, and the fine art of either making them or breaking them. He never thought the magical lock breaking lessons he’d gotten from his older brother would be useful for anything beyond breaking into his own house when he left his keys somewhere stupid. This should be easy to do; a little push of magic here, a pull on the web of the spell there and the seals would break. As a mortal he could touch it easily while the wards kept the demon too far away to work on them. This could work, it really could.

As he pondered exactly what to do next the demon was thoughtfully rubbing his inner thigh through his heavy velvet robes, copping the occasional feel that roused him from thought. Her touch startled him and he jumped a little. The demon found this funny and laughed softly which would have been cute and charming if she really was what she appeared to be. The fact that he knew the cute demoness with her extra bit of fun, was really a violent and dominant incubus with an agenda couldn’t get out of his head.

“Whoa hey! You handling that wasn’t part of the deal!” His voice cracked like a teenager when the demon grabbed for laces holding this robe together at the side and started to undo it. “I s-said I’d help you now you can let me go!”

“You said you were willing to share my powers…lets make our deal. Join with me and I’ll give you magic and power beyond your wildest dreams. Women will fall at your feet, you’ll be a hero…and I’ll be free from this prison.” It was hard for him to concentrate with the demon breathing hard against his ear as she finished unlacing the side of his robe and started to pull the heavy black fabric aside. “Lets shake on it.”

She held out one hand and smiled sweetly for a moment, almost disarmingly. Power, fame and his wildest dreams granted for maybe an hour of shame he could forget later…and survival of course. It was a good deal. He reached out and shook the demon’s hand carefully.

“Alright, deal. I’ll help you if you grant me the power I desire.” He was about to pull his hand away when he was suddenly jerked forward into the demon’s arms as the creature turned into a full female, looking just like any other innocent but evil succubus. “Oh thank the nether!”

“I don’t have time to teach you to love the dick just yet…maybe later.” She purred before crushing her full lips to his in a passionate and shocking kiss; when she said ‘join’ she really had meant it.