Asya, who just can't catch a break.

The floating Infernal girl raised one arm high, the other still clutching her tome to her more than ample chest. The hardback binding of the book less provided support, and more something for those big breasts to flow around like water. It would be quite a sight, if she didn’t represent mortal peril for them all.

Red light flickered at her fingertips- and each member of the party, in turn, prepared for the worst. Astrid raised her spear, Julitta reloaded her crossbow, Olivia prepared to dodge- and even Fadime clutched her staff defensively.

Asya, for his part, readied himself to counter whatever was coming next.

“Pinions~!”

A dozen streaks of red light, arcing off of the air at unpredictable, sharp angles, converged towards a single point. They were all headed for Asya.

“Antimagic!”

With a sweeping wave of his wand, those red beams of light faded before they could strike their target. Although he’d saved himself from becoming a smoldering pincushion, he still felt the tell-tale impact of a dozen spells, tiny points of sparkling purple light sparking against his skin where the red beams would have struck.

They weren’t so much a traditional spell as they were a curse, woven deep within the mage’s spell itself and brought out by his own metamagic. An almost intolerable wave of heat suffused his entire body, bringing him however momentarily to his knees and knocking the air out of his lungs- but it only lasted for a second.

As soon as it had knocked him over, he raised his arms to show he was okay.

Which clearly relieved the party, who saw him go down… but he was still moving, and looking more annoyed than anything. It didn’t bode well for this arrogant infernal who sided against the gods themselves-

Aysa let out a deep, frustrated groan. That heat hadn’t dissipated, it had just moved.

Underneath his loose robes, his enormous balls practically churned with sudden, severe overproduction. Just one of those curses would be taxing enough on his willpower- all twelve at once threatened to completely overwhelm him with mind-numbing arousal. Focusing on anything other than the rapidly-deepening ache of his swelling, full balls or the incessant, needy throbbing of his now fully erect penis was next to impossible.

The intense, burning desire to stay on the ground, strip off his robe, and relieve that ever-growing pressure was almost too much to bear- but no matter how bad it got, there was still a battle raging on around him. Panting and flushed, he **** himself to focus on fighting the infernal mage. She’d done this to him, her and her heaving, massive, barely-covered breasts, each one larger than her head and obscene…

“Pinions!”

Oh Goddess damnit not again-

Thankfully for Asya, he wasn’t the only one capable of blocking magical attacks, even if he had been the intended target yet again. Astrid stepped in the way of the bolts, her enchanted armor absorbing the red-hot beams of energy like they were nothing, leaving barely so much as a mark. Lightning arced between the spines of her armor, converting the spell- and the curse they contained- into raw elemental energy.

Astrid had no magic talent of her own, but a few enchantments and wards went a long way to shore up that particular weakness of hers.

So did Fadime.

“Bind!”

Five green projectiles sailed along from behind Asya, each one taking a lazy, winding arc towards the tabard-clad Infernal. There were just two problems that Asya could see with that approach.

Firstly, they moved too slowly to actually find their intended, hovering target, and two, it was supposed to be six. The missing one had found a different target, likely thanks to the stack of a dozen curses placed upon it.

“Nnngh!”

Asya found his hands suddenly bound behind his back.

Which wouldn’t have been so terrible, if he could focus on dispelling the bind. As it was, the only thing he could think about was how helpless he was to soothe his raging, pulsing erection. He leaned forward, his loose robes just barely able to conceal his current predicament, legs quivering as his intolerably heavy balls grew larger, hotter, and more hefty with every passing second.

The other five, ignorant of his distress for now, missed completely, though that was the actual point. While the Infernal was busy boasting about how such a simple spell would never work on her, Olivia and Julitta had been setting a rather clever trap. Four throwing knives and a single oversized bolt had also “missed” their target, imbedding themselves in the ground or in trees all around the now quite cocky, prideful Infernal mage.

Then, Astrid levelled her spear at her, discharging all of that pent-up arcane energy, in the form of lightning. Lightning which wasn’t so easy to dodge, as it bounced all around, from the all-silver bolt to the especially-conductive, enchanted throwing knives. Each only amplified the charge, and that one single spell had given Astrid more than enough to work with.

Zzzzzt!

Whatever anti-magic field or tricks the Infernal mage may have had up her sleeve went up in a flash, quite literally. Fadime’s second bind spell met no resistance from the thoroughly-electrocuted, utterly-defeated Infernal mage. Astrid walked over to the now bound and still very dazed Infernal, removing her necklace and draping it over the mage’s own.

An anti-magic necklace, that would keep her from causing trouble on the ride back. Astrid always kept one handy, as it didn’t affect her at all to wear one- and securing this particular troublemaker was part of the quest. After all, the kitsune merchants would be more than happy to have a nice, friendly talk with this Infernal over delicious tea as to the whereabouts of their valuable goods.

“Now that this blasted heretic is secure, um… Mind releasing me, Fadime?”

Asya did his best to keep openly panting, closing his eyes and taking long, deep breaths. Of course, nothing he did helped at all, especially not with the thought of another wagon ride back to town, in even tighter conditions, with a tied-up and still extremely busty Infernal whose black leather excuse for armor had been blown apart that burst of lightning.

She was bound up by countless arcane ropes crossing her absurd hourglass body in every angle, complete with a trailing line connected to what was essentially a collar.

It didn’t matter how hard he closed his eyes, that sight would stick in his head forever.

“Um… It’s not… I can’t?”

At that, the Infernal girl laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Olivia inquired, deadpan as ever, pulling the Infernal girl along using that built-in arcane leash. “Your efforts to fight back were truly pitiful, apostate whore.”

“Have you seriously not noticed the numerous curses I placed on that boy? Of course you can’t untie him- how do you think he ended up like that in the first place? I’d tell you to tear those robes off of him and look at my handiwork first-hand, but there’s honestly no point in that.”

Asya turned to the nearly-naked girl in a panic. “W-what do you mean by that?”

“Don’t look at me like that, it’s clear you’ve already guessed it. The one thing you need more than anything right now? Even if you weren’t all tied up, cute boy, you wouldn’t be able to get it. It’s almost worth getting captured just to watch you so pent-up and frustrated…”

Olivia merely huffed, pulling the girl forward again. “Asya. This girl talks too much. Should I arrange for that?”