Celia's Salvation

Cecilia's whole body shivered with dark pleasure as she was coated in the demon's sperm, but his foul magic held her on the brink of orgasm, without tipping her over the edge. Her mind was blank, save for one driving urge: to climax. More than anything, Cecilia wanted to lose herself in the sea of pleasure, but she knew that there was only one way to achieve this goal.

But then, from just outside her field of vision, a familiar voice said, "Hey fuck-face! Step away from my paladin!" A pair of small black orbs struck the Incubus and let out a massive electric shock. The demon screamed in agony and dropped to the floor, stunned.

Myria stood at the door, still naked but no longer held by the Incubus's spell. No one had noticed that she had slinked away, back to Tarquin's study.

Dew and Celia found themselves released from the Incubus's magical hold. Myria rushed to Celia's side and helped the cum-covered Paladin stand.

"Myr... Myria?" Celia stammered, "H-help me..."

"Myria, where did you find these shock orbs?" Dew asked. The elf was standing on shaky legs, still recovering from being fucked by the demon.

"This wizard keeps a lot of toys lying around," Myria said. "I broke free when he was... well..."

"When he was fucking me," Dew admitted, eyes downcast in shame.

"Yeah..." Myria said.

The demon twitched and growled.

"Let's move!" Myria said. "I don't know how long those things will keep him down. Celia, are you--MMPH!"

Myria's eyes opened wide in surprise as Celia kissed her square on the lips. The Paladin fell onto Myria, smearing the demon's hot cum onto her skin as she writhed against her.

"Make me cum," Celia gasped. "Oh gods! Please, Myria, help me cum!"