Pursha refines her hold on Aaralon

Pursha looked conspiratorially at the blonde girl. "Do you think our dear friend Aaralon is up to the task?"

Winna pursed her lips "He's an idiot, mistress."

The succubus laughed and laid a slender finger on Winna's full lips "Shheeeshhh. I found out as much as well but we don't want to hurt his feelings, right?"

Winna blushed and shook her head "No."

Aaralon's cheeks turned crimson as he listened to the taunts. If he just wasn't frozen! He'd teach those bitches to make their jokes on his expense.

"Too bad, we still need him" the succubus said. "For once I'm still weakened from ages of banishement from this world. It'll take all his stamina to help me regain my full strength." Pursha smiled seductively. "Further I'll need the two of you to assist me on some issues." She paused. "But that can be dealt with later. Now let's make sure, our sweetheart doesn't turn on us."

The raven haired demoness lifted the talisman and used her lithe fingers to scribe an intricate pattern of imaginary symbols in the air. Quickly faint traces of smoke filled the air, forming to magic runes. "Havesh ipernum goreena ad reversibilis!" Pursha's voice was thick with arcane power, yet so sensuous a hot shiver ran across Aaealon's spine. A pained glance at Winna told him she was affected in a similar manner.

When the spell was finished, Pursha went over to Aaralon and placed the talisman again over his neck. The strap holding it had been fixed too by the demoness' magic. Aaralon's eyes followed each of her movements with helpless concern.

Ever so gently, Pursha pressed a nailed finger on Aaralon's lips. The moment she touched him a hot prickle shot into him. "Hush, sweetheart" the beautiful demoness purred. "It won't hurt much." Then she just whispered: "Mergehvar!"

Aaralon jerked from the sudden, searing pain that burned around his neck. He couldnt see what happened to him, but he caught Winna gasping in shocked wondrousness. As sudden as the fire had erupted, it vanished.

Exhausted he fell to his knees. Catching his breath he needed a few second to realize he wasn't immobilized any longer. Had the succubus erred with her spell? Taking advantage of this sole opportunity Aaralon jumped up and reached out with his fingers to rip his nails over Pursha's face.

He got as close as a hand before some unseen **** stopped him dead. Pursha smiled contently. Aaralon snarled from rage and tried to launch a devastating spell at the undead woman. The arcane words came to his mind and he knew he could spell them right... just his tongue wouldn't let him voice them.

"What have you done to me?" he howled in despair.

Pursha gave him the sweetest of smiles. "Honey, I couldn't give you back your self without imposing some measures of safety. I'm sure you of all understand that, aren't you?"

Aaralon nodded feebly, feeling spanked for his own failure to do so properly after he had conjured that damned succubus.

"So, from now on you're virtually free to make your own decisions and act independently again. You're of much more use to me, if you can tap your magic reservoirs without the limitations of a permanent enchantment binding your soul to mine. On the other hand, this mark I left on you, will prevent you from attacking me both physically or magically." Pursha almost sounded like one of the teachers of the arcane college. Slowly Aaralon began to understand how deep the succubus' knowlegde was of the arcane ways.

"I see" he consented. "So, what are your plans?"

"Well, as I said to this lovely lady" Pursha tilted her beautifully carved head towards Winna "it's time to take control of this magic school with all of its hidden promise and mysteries. But before we get on with our task, I'll need some refresh of my strength." She gave Aaralon an ambiguous wink. "You're stronger than your lovely friend here believes."

"And how can you regain your strenght?" asked Aaralon cautiously.

Pursha licked her lips and all of sudden a familar scent of musk and berry filled the room. "Sweetheart, I'm a succubus, did you forget?"