Excited?

...Excited?

That reaction was so unexpected that it left Aaralon feeling dazed, so much so that he dumbly followed Pathfoot as she took his hand and led him over to the bed. His mind mulling things over.

Of course it makes you excited, the rational part of his mind pointed out. Look what he did to Pathfoot! She had a will of iron and now she is dripping her students cum all over the floor. Did you really think that you could resist him?

Aaralon felt the beginning of despair start to crawl up his back as the true hopelessness of his situation finally hit him. He had been marked by a demon, his soul was chained to its service for the rest of time. The souls of mortals where playthings to demons and he had found himself the toy of a Incubus. For the first time since the contact had been struck he actually felt a real, strong emotion.

Despair.

However the voice in his mind spoke up again.

Look at it this way, it whispered, in a way that made him doubt it was his own thoughts. You are not like Pathfoot, she was far too strong willed and clever to be allowed to keep her mind. You are just weak enough that he let you stay yourself.

I never had a desire to lay with other men! Aaralon shot back to himself, now sure that the voice was not his own.

The voice seemed to chuckle at that, calling up memories of release found in the mouths of friends, lingering on those times he had repaid the favour. A Incubus cannot create desires, it explained. It simply draws what is there to the surface.

The voice seemed to fade from his mind then and Aaralon returned to the now. A now where his mouth was filled with a gag and the demon watched him with a expectant look.

Aaralon looked at Pathfoot, who had taken up station beside the bed, he wondered to himself if the demon would make her take part. It seemed like the sort of degrading thing it would have her do.