Enslaving the demon-hunters

You return to the Devil's Throne just in time to see Arinum finish inside your mother. Roaring with satisfaction, licking his lips, the demon king gives his daughter's arse a playful squeeze, then pulls out, turning to regard your group.

"Excellently done, my children." Arinum smiles, taking in your captives. Oraela is palpably overcome by the sight of four demons, cavorting so openly. Even the steelier older man by her side radiates a certain fear, looking on Arinum.

“A bumper crop, I'd say.” your mother laughs, as Corinne forces the healers to their knees.

“Thralls are like knowledge, I say. One can never possess enough.” Arvha remarks, taking them in as Roland sets their leader down between them, shaking her awake.

“One can be removed.” Arinum declares. “Keep the other two, for thralldom and for what they know, the third can provide the human lifeblood for our ritual tonight.”

“You'll... do no such thing, demons!” The blonde-haired leader slurs, sounding a little punch drunk. “I am Eula of Beatha, and by the four Spirits of our motherland, I'll see the lot of yeh put tae the torch!”

“A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Eula of Beatha, huntress of demons.” Arinum says courteously. “Though... it would seem your hunt is at an end.” the Allsire smirks, gesturing to himself in all his fearsome, naked glory.

“Let's keep the manflesh!” Bezoriana suggests, coming onto the scene with a chalice fashioned out of what can only be dragonbone. “Your wee camp's turning into a proper henhouse, dear sister.”

“I don't know...” Arvha says, looking the Beathan over. “He's sturdy enough, but don't you think he's a little past his prime?”

The demoness puts a hand on his face, turning him over, inspecting him as if he's mere cattle. He reacts about as comfortably as you would expect.

“Sister, we both know what we're really looking for in a thrall.” Bezoriana smirks, her eyes drifting down the Beathan's body.

“...of course.” Arvha admits, her hands reaching into the demon-hunter's trousers, inspecting his manhood.

“Ah. Shame.” The more slender of the two sisters sighs.

“Let me see.” Bezoriana interjects, her hand joining Arvha's in rummaging under the man's belt.

“Disappointin'” the thick-bodied succubus remarks. Just as quickly, she withdraws her clawed fingers from inside the warrior's pants, and rakes them across his throat. As his lifeblood flows freely, Bezoriana catches it in her chalice.

The two surviving White Torchers recoil, wailing in horror and dismay as their compatriot slumps back, dead.

“Dang! Well, let's hope he wasn't a grower.” Roland quips.

“We take their minds, next. Lion, Shark, are you willing to assist me?” Arvha asks.

“Always, Owl.” the beastfolk answers, taking a step towards Oraela, the young, red-headed healer.

“...I am.” you add yourself. “Only tell me what I need do.”

“My method of wiping these fool humans' minds is a spell, sexual in nature. They'll need to be in congress with others for my magicks to have any effect.” Arvha says, remaining surprisingly clinical for a demoness.

“Is there any risk of the spell backfiring, affecting us?” You ask.

“Not for a caster of my ability and experience, boy.” Arvha insists. With your curiosity sated and your concerns salved, you take out your prick and prepare to get to work.

The Beathans' hands bound behind their backs, your mother and Bezoriana **** them to their knees, positioning them near the wooden table. Clothes and armour are slashed away at with claws, leaving both warrior and healer nude.

As Akkhadia bends Eula over the table, you find yourself positively drawn to the toned and fit blonde.

Roland brings himself up behind the healer, just as eager to start fucking her.

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You enter Eula's cunt, marvelling at her tightness. Though she's not a virgin, she clearly doesn't have a whole lot of experience. Given her calling and the calibre of man she'd surrounded herself with, you're not exactly surprised.

By your side, Roland does the same thing to Oraela. The size difference between your cousin and the young woman, scarcely out of her teens, is startling. It puts you somewhat in mind of Jarl Hjordis. Only, you'd been fortunate enough to escape her clutches before the half-giant tried anything nearly as painful on you as what The Shark is subjecting his redheaded prize to.

“That's it!” Arvha calls out, her clawed hand beginning to pulsate with magic. “Continue, I can feel their energies intensifying!”

Pounding Eula's twat, you can't imagine stopping regardless.

Feeling eyes on you, not just your mother's and her sisters', but the judgemental gaze of your demonic grandfather, you fuck the Beathan harder and harder, with renewed zeal. You're just lucky if there's one thing in life you have an uncommon talent for, it's punishing fiery minxes like Eula.

“There we go!” Arvha calls out after a few minutes, the magic in her hand intensifying, radiating out an otherworldly purple light now.

Wasting little time, Arvha crosses to where Roland stands and brings it down upon Oraela's forehead. The red-headed healer cries out with terror and defilement, quite apart from what The Shark had been doing to her, before her voice suddenly quiets, and she seems to relax, even under Roland's continuing **** on her rear end.

Eula snarls as she sees the demoness approach, intent on repeating the same spell on her.

“No!” the blonde fighter cries out. She bucks hard against you, fighting so vociferously to be free that she nearly overcomes both you and your mother's grip. “Get away from me, hellspawn!”

“Keep fucking her, Lion, it's vital for the ritual.” Arvha reminds you. Prompted, you renew the vigour with which you thrust into and out of Eula's cunt. She's wettening up already, her body the last of several things to fail her.

“Though you take me today, my order will have victory!” Eula begins, shaking a little but defiant to the end. “We'll see every last one of your vile, destructive race put to the stake, butchered, drawn and quartered, aye? We'll-”

Arvha brings her palm down onto Eula's face, interrupting her little speech by harvesting her.

“Oh, do shut up.” the learned demoness states. “You humans talk and you talk, so rarely do you say anything of merit!”

As much fight as she had, Eula is unable to withstand having her minds and thoughts plundered by the demoness, leaving her with nothing but the life of a thrall.

“What do they know of us?” Arinum asks his daughter, as she takes a step away from the two Beathans.

Arvha tilts her head back, her red eyes growing pale.

“Nothing.” Arvha tells you all. “They travelled here on nothing more than rumour and legend, unaware of our festivities.”

“Exactly as I thought.” Arinum says. “Now, onto more important matters. Our ritual...”

The demon king accepts the chalice from Bezoriana, and beckons for you, Roland and Corinne to stand before him. You pull out of Eula, your mother and Arvha escorting the Beathans away, the fight taken out of them.