It Begins

Even in his numbed state the Demons power hit Aaralon like a brick wall.

His cock leapt to full erection in seconds, his clothing suddenly feeling tight and itchy, the urge to strip off nearly unbearable. His erection quickly became nearly painful, a pressure that could only be relieved inside the nearest warm body. Aaralon glanced side lng at the Incubus, its arms outstretched to the room, and suddenly he was sure the Demons ass was the only thing that could provide him the relief he needed.

The insanity of that thought was enough to pull Aaralon back to himself for a scant moment. Flinching as if stung he took in the wider room, the whole time his base urges becoming harder and harder to ignore.

He could see the Demons influence move across the crowd like a wave. The empty Thralls seemed to be filled with a sudden inner fire. Wasting no time in beginning to strip naked and once again indulge in their baser instincts.

The young women in the center of the room put up slightly more of a fight. One or two of the brighter ones even began to shape protection spells before the wave washed over them and they too began to pull and tear and their own clothing.

Aaralon had no interest in the women, his eyes settling instead on one of the Thralls nearest to him. A young man, slightly shorter than him with narrow shoulders and pointed features who was fighting to free himself of the confines of his clothing.

“You!” Aaralon called out with surprising authority, pointing at him.

The young man froze in place for a moment as Aaralon moved towards him, the robe falling away around him, his cock throbbing painfully as he strode towards the other man. His mind overcome with the need to empty his balls into his pretty little mouth.