Leaving the Incubus

The drow were watching and listening to the whole conversation, they were weary as well and, most of all, humiliated, but were nowhere near the state the elf was in. All four realised it was just a trick and the incubus was trying to sway the sorceress’ weakened mind, and make her accept a new much worse pact. It was Altonven who acted first, he bit into the sprout that was in his mouth and that made the plant withdraw. The moment his mouth was empty, the drow shouted:

“Aeriella, NO!”

The elf was a trained sorceress, her mind was practiced in the matters of strength of will and endurance. It took great effort from the part of Tanariehl to bring her to the point of helplessness, but she was not completely defeated. The drow’s cry awoke her from the trance, she was still exhausted and incredibly aroused, but at least she could think relatively clearly.

“No!” she answered with all the might she could muster “I will not be your lover. We will all leave the moment our pact is completed.”

“Damn you!” in an instant Tanariehl was back his vicious self “you want to go, bitch! You will. But we still have over a minute left. I’ll make sure it’ll be the worst minute of your life!”

With that he took the whip he began the torment with.

“Spread your legs, whore!”

The elf had to obey. The incubus spent the remaining minute mercilessly whipping sorceress’ battered clitoris, this time the pain managed to overcome the excitement. Aeriella was squirming and screaming, although she kept her legs spread as commanded.

Finally Tanariehl stopped, the pact was completed, the company was free to go. The drow were a bit rigid and walked awkwardly, but the elf could not stand up on her own, much less walk.

“Give us our clothes” said Altonven.

“No.”

“That was the deal.”

“It wasn’t, I promised to give you back your equipment. If you had read the codex, you would’ve known that clothes, equipment and... armaments are three separate things. The bitch will get her bag and her jewellery, but nothing else. You can keep the stockings and heels, slut, they suit you” he added with a mirthless laugh.

“So take this cages off” replied the drow.

“No again.”

“But we were to leave unharmed.”

“And you will. I haven’t done anything permanent to you. The cages can be taken off by a locksmith and the slut can get an orgasm as soon as she is able to cast the right spell. I’ll lead you to the door beyond which you’ll find my two sisters. You’ll meet them naked, with chastity cages on. I’m sure you’ll make an impressive sight. Although my sisters might not feel too intimidated” this time Tanariehl’s laugh was genuine.

The succubus kept his word, wicked that may sound, he returned Aeriella’s bag and ring, then he lead the company to the right door. The elf had to be helped to make that trip. After Tanariehl unlocked the door with a key and left, the sorceress produced a small vial from her bag and drank its content, the potion regenerated her strength and removed fatigue in an instant. It did nothing to remove the arousal though, Aeriella had to strain her willpower to focus on the task and try to forget about the sexual excitement.

Oanaelour must have lost his patience some time earlier and was gone.