Palas may be Mympho's assistant for tonight, but she's her own master

The events of tonight had made one thing very clear to Palas Dark-Eye... as years of fruitless spy-work came to an abrupt conclusion and as she allowed herself to be toyed with by an illusionist for the joy of a live audience, having both her pussy and ass worked as though by jackhammers, she reflected that in the end, it was still her decision to come here. Her decision was to join the parade, knowing it was a trap. Her decision was to abstain from any portal magic that could have easily sent Mympho away. Her decision was not to simply poof into smoke when she'd been grabbed from behind.

None of these actions served the demon lord.

Some of them served Mympho, but only coincidentally.

"I am my own master!" she shouted; getting that off of her chest was every bit the same release as her physical one, as both Mymphos released loads of semen into her lower holes. The gunk dripped from her ass and thighs down onto the street below, while both Mymphos shook and she moaned in orgasm.

"What... you still think you're your own master?" Mympho questioned, huffing with exertion. The other Mymphos had started to fade and flicker... Keeping up this magic was difficult, while in the throes of sex. "Aren't you ready to submit to me yet?"

Suddenly, the Palas he was holding was engulfed in a blue portal, then re-emerged in standing position, free from his arms. She reached between his legs and jingled the bells again, causing him to helplessly shoot another string of jizz onto the street. "Well... the sex was better than I expected," she admitted, still dripping from her holes. "But submitting to a hairy, dancing clown named Mympho? I think not..." It was true that Mympho had awakened something inside of her... Knights and priests weren't the only types who were powered up by their own faith and convictions. She supposed she owed him a debt of gratitude for that, but the truth remained: Mympho was an utterly reprehensible person who she hated with every fiber of her being. It wasn't because she was a demon and he was a knight... he was simply a scumbag of a human being.

Mympho squinted his eyes and clenched his teeth, feeling her grip tightening around his balls. "After... all that?!" he questioned, certain that he'd just broken her. "Heeek!" he cried, feeling her squeeze harder.

"Yes. I believe I'm ready to accept what this town has become and my part in it. You've helped me do that. But I still despise you," she explained in a close whisper. Around them, the Palas clones began to burst into blue flames, taking the Mymphos with them and leaving human-sized burnt markings on the ground where they were. "By way of thanks, I will not destroy you this day. Perhaps if you train your illusion magic, will cross paths again."

"Palas! I know you're a demon!" he sneered, grabbing her breast hard in retribution and tweaking the nipple. "If I so choose, everyone will know it!"

She leaned in closer, a smile playing on her lips as her fangs flashed in the moonlight. She cooed into his ear. "And I know you're one too~" she finished, yanking the amulet up and off his neck. In the next moment, his body changed... short, pointed horns sprung from his head. His tanned skin began to glisten gold, seeming to drip with some kind of slime. His wide mouth opened into a permanent snarl, away from teeth that were too large to close his lips around. "Don't worry. If you're serving as a knight, then I sense, like me, your allegiance is to yourself rather than the demon lord, so this won't hurt... too much..."

"Y-You bitch..!" the monster spat, its white eyes widening as it began to twitch its fingers in preparation for barrier magic.

In a flash, she'd opened another portal, causing the creature's massive body to fall through. She'd deposited him about where she left the merchant earlier, outside the town and through the barrier.

The audience, not knowing what to think, but appreciating the fabulous show, cheered the last remaining lady performer, whistling around their fingers and calling for an encore. Pallas was spent... but she was also happy. She raised her arms above her head, then took a bow, heedless of the semen dripping from her pussy and the dishevelment of that flag, which no longer even hung to cover it. "Thank you, thank you. I hope you all enjoyed the first performance of Palas Dark-Eye..."

She fixed her eyes on another large man... hopefully an actual man this time and not a demon... near the front of the audience, then ran her tongue across her fangs. "And I hope you'll come out for the next illusionist sex show~"