Infatuation

"MISTRESS!" the little imp cries. He drops into the space between the rogue and you just as your whip lashes out. It passes under his hooves and strikes her shin just before he lands.

*Status condition caused: Infatuation*

That sounded good.

The rogue glared down at the little imp, his dagger in hand defensively. "Move! I don't want to hurt you!"

What?

"No! You can't touch Mistress!"

"But she killed him! Don't you realize what he's gonna do to me when I go back? I'm gonna get fuckin' **** until I'm braindead!"

"You can't hurt Mistress!"

"So you're choosing her over me!? Why!? Don't you know-! Don't you know-!"

"What?" you finally ask.

She doesn't answer. She reaches down, faster than the imp can follow, and grabs him with both hands. Scooping him up, she brings him right up to her face and mashes her lips into his. The dagger falls from his hand in surprise and his loincloth immediately flips aside as his boner shoots to full attention.

"So help me!" she finishes as she pulls him back from the kiss.

"But...Mistress..." he mutters weakly. He's totally flabbergasted by what just happened.

You can see the anger building in the rogue's eyes as he still holds to his loyalty for you. "It's alright," you tell...one of them. Maybe both; you really aren't sure. "Show her you love her."

Both the rogue and the imp look at you. You pull yourself up to a sitting position and look meaningfully at the imp. You open your mouth and curl your tongue in a familiar way, just in case he still hasn't got it. Finally a light clicks on.

"Yes, I'll help you; but not against Mistress! I'll help you against...against him! And...and...Oh fuck it." That's about the best he can manage, it seems, so he wriggles out of her grasp and dives face-first into her crotch. She doesn't block him; his small body carries enough momentum to push her over, and they both go down to the ground. He quickly finds her waistband and pulls down her tight leather pants. Then her surprisingly lacy panties. Then he buries his tongue in her snatch and sets to work.

The little guy applies himself with earnest enthusiasm. From where you're sitting, you can see fairly well; his tongue darts up and down her folds, then starts digging in, then comes out again. Not the best technique (how you know that, you're not going to question right now; you'll just have to assume it's a succubus thing), but the energy is there. And she's squirming happily under his ministrations.

"Not now! Really, I need to AAAH! To go after HNN! Dick's gonnaAAaaaAAAAA!"

Sounds like he hit a sensitive spot there. You're being largely ignored now. This might be a good chance.