A Battle of Lust

John cast Charge intent on striking first and bringing the succubus down quickly. His body did the little animation it always did when he used the ability only to see a flash and hear a crack as he was flung to the floor mid run. He landed hard on his side, the damage bubble floating by as he slid across the floor thanks to his momentum.

“What the fuck just happened?” John shouted as he struggled to get up before Riska could attack him. Riska’s seductive laughter was all he heard at first.

“Silly, boy! You thought you could charge at me?” she said as she cracked her whip in the air. “I do hope you have another plan besides just running towards me, else this fight will be very short,” said the demon, who licked her lips as her eyes ate John up.

“Well, I do have a few more tricks up my sleeve,” John admitted as he raised his hand to cast Summon Dragon behind Riska. Riska gave John a confused look before she spoke.

“What? Forget how to use magic? Poor thing! You melee types always do tend to be on the lower side of intellect.” A smirk crossed her face as she insulted John. Now it was John’s turn to laugh at her. “What’s so funny?” she asked.

“Yatina, NOW!” roared John, with Yatina matching his roar as she unleashed a fireball into Riska’s back. The **** of the blast sent Riska flying forward, but she quickly recovered thanks to some fancy work with her wings as they moved about to reoriented her and slow her down enough for her to catch her footing.
“What?” snarled the succubus. “You summoned a…A DRAGON?!” was what she got out before she had to quickly dodge bolts of lightning that were hurled at her. Her eyes followed the bolts back to their origin to see a harpy flying in the air above them. “A harpy too?!” she said shocked. “How is this possible?! Are you a summoner? No! Your gear and abilities more match a warrior type!” said Riska, utterly confused as to what had just happened.

“Think you have more important things to worry about,” said a now arrogant John. He cast Charge once again and this time connected into Riska. He followed through with a Saunder Armor which activated its ability and removed her apparently single piece of clothing. As John readied his sword for another attack, he felt a tinge of pain and pleasure on his leg before he felt a tug and stumbled to the ground. John saw the whip go from around his leg back to its owner, who got herself back up and looked over her body.

“My oh my! What a unique ability you have! Stripping me of my clothes is such a naughty thing to do!” stated Riska as her hands groped her own large breasts. She stuck out her tongue, which John noticed was far longer than any humans, as it wiggled around towards him before going back into her mouth. “Of course,” her eyes moving from John’s face to rest between his naked legs, “I can see you like what I have to offer.” John looked down only to realize he had not equipped any pants. Shit! I have no combat pants! Just more normal pants which are in June’s house and not in my inventory. I’ll have to ignore my dick and beat this succubus quickly thought John before he was blinded by a flash of light. When the light cleared, two creatures appeared near Riska. A quick Observe stated they were lesser succubi foot soldiers.

“Raslath kishaw ra nalath!” ordered Riska in what John assumed was some sort of demonic language. The two succubi nodded and quickly took flight using their leathery wings, their clear targets Yatina and Idena, who gladly charged into an air battle with them. John looked on in awe as he watched Yatina and Idena work in perfect unison. Both aerial creatures seemingly danced in the air as they dodged attacks and counter attacked perfectly. The whips of the succubi never touched their targets as Yatina’s and Idena’s training paid off. When one would dodge the attacks of a succubus, the other would attack with lightning or flame.

While John was distracted watching his companions fight, Riska saw it as an opportunity to attack. With her whip in hand, she let it fly right to its target. A suddenly pain followed but a rush of pleasure overtook John on his most sensitive area: his dick. He looked down to see Riska’s whip wrapped around his mighty pole, every few seconds the whip would glow and a rush of pleasure would shake John to his core. He reached down to grab the whip but a soft tug by Riska caused another mix of pain and pleasure for John.

“AaaaAAaaah. Wh…what is this?” John got out between heavy breaths. His brain was being flooded with pain and pleasure in such a way he couldn’t tell one from the other anymore. Each tug on the whip by Riska caused another wave to wash over him. Riska began laughing, her sultry voice echoing in John’s head. This…aaaaah….isn’t good! I-I can’t move. Too…much…pleasure…Must…break…free… John’s mind was too clouded to think properly. He knew he had to break free but the pleasure was so good, too good.

“And here I thought you had a prospect of being a challenge,” Riska said as she made her way towards John. He watched as her naked hips swayed from side to side as she walked towards him. Her reddish skin looked so exotic, John just wanted to kiss every part of it. Wait..no…I don’t… thought John, his mind becoming more clouded. She’s..the…enemy…not…pretty…and…sexy…so sexy… Riska could see the conflict in his mind and knew he would soon be another meal for her.

“Idena!” John let out with the last of his mental control. John watched through hazy vision as a ball of lightning smashed into Riska, sending the greater succubus flying backards. The lightning died down to reveal Idena in the center of it, fury in her eyes. She let out a scream of anger as she concentrated lightning around her arms. She dashed forward, her bird like feet propelling her long distances as she closed the gap between her and the monster that dared hurt her master.

“YOU.WILL.NOT.HURT.MY.MASTER!” she screamed as her fists came into contact with Riska. Each punch connected with a different part of Riska’s body, the lightning leaving scorch marks upon her body. Every word in synch with her punches. A powerful glow gathered around Idena the longer she wailed on her enemy.
“W-what is happening?!” gasped Riska between the blows, never able to regain her footing after each hit. “Where did this power come from?!” cried the succubus as her surefire victory turned into a losing situation. Riska knew she could not take much more of this and to make matters worse, she heard her underlings cry out in pain before becoming victims of the young dragon. Yatina let out a prideful roar of victory before she too came to her master’s rescue.

“You will be destroyed in the name of my master: King John!” declared Idena confidently. John, who was slowly recovering from Riska’s whip witnessed all that happened. By this point his mind was clear enough to see the glowing Idena. But he was drawn to Idena’s plump ass where he had branded her what seemed like a lifetime ago. His King’s Mark was the cause of the light engulfing his harpy.

“What is…happening to…you Idena?” John asked in a weak voice that nobody could hear. “Just be safe, I don’t want…to lose you,” John continued. “But thank you…for coming to me in my time of need. At least I know….I can…count on you,” he said as a single tear rolled down his cheek. After John completed his speech, Idena’s King’s Mark let out a flash of light that blinded everyone in the barrier before forming a circle around Idena.

In what seemed like ages but lasted a mere 2 seconds before the light was sucked back into the spot on Idena’s ass. Or at least John thought it was Idena but was no longer sure. The ass surely looked like Idena but he could not tell anything else. Whatever it was, it was curled up in a ball with what looked like wings wrapped around it. The wings slowly came to life, a quick shiver from the tips to the back as if to see if the wings worked. Then the red wings slowly unfurled to reveal the creature underneath. These wings had beautiful plumage as red as a burning sun. At the top of both wings, along the spine of the wings, small barbed spikes ending with a large curved talon that was perfect for gouging at an opponent. Long white hair cascaded down her back as two legs came down to rest on the floor while the upper body and arms stayed tucked in. The talons at the end of the legs had decorated shin guards, a dark black color with orange gems embedded in the leather. Tiny wings similar to the ones that sprouted from the back dotted both sides of the shin guards. Her arms, like her wings, shivered before being brought out. Black leather arm guards went from her wrists to her bicep, where they ended with a red pattern. Her hands, however, were the biggest change. She had massive gauntlets on her hands made from a black metal with each fingertip ending with a red talon. As second gold piece covered the gauntlets to act as guards against weapons. An orange dress that changed to yellow towards the bottom of the dress materialized as the transformation completed.

“W-who are you?!” Riska demanded to know.