Aron remains faithful

"Succubus!"

Aron rolled to the side of the bed, and in one motion threw Heather off his body while returning to his feet. The action was done on reflex and instinct as much as determination to survive but it might have been a bit too fast because as he stood up he felt dizzy and his legs wobbled. The effects of the woman's dance lingered so his body felt heavy and his brain was numb, akin to the grogginess one felt when they just woke up from a long nap or oversleeping. He shook his head trying to fight off the aftereffects faster, because Heather was rising to her feet too.

"Oh dear, it seems like trying to convince you to cheat was a step too far," she said with insincere worry. "But there's plenty of fun things we can do without putting it in."

Letting her speak was not a good idea. Her words only seemed to make the fog in his head thicker, which he knew was the only way she could win. In normal circumstances, with his wits about him, Aron would not have feared a succubus. They were not demons in their own right but mere thralls of demons, given themselves over to worship and dedication. Their power was directly derived their acts of immorality and perversion committed in the name of the demon they served. Although slightly faster and stronger than the average man, Aron knew that he could kill one, if he could just get a grasp of his senses.

Instead his mind was swimming and the constant thought to grasp something else entirely kept echoing in his ear. It would have been remarkably easy to do as well for he was still undressed and his bulging hard cock jutted obscenely from his lower half. It looked thicker and bigger than he'd ever seen it, so veiny that he thought one might pop. An absent almost harmless thought wondered into his head, asking whether he was so hard because of the demon's glamour or because he really liked it. He fought to discard that thought. He had to focus.

He was without a shirt or a sword. His breeches were around his ankles restricting his movement, and he still had on his boots. Furthermore he began to notice that he wasn't in his own home. Somehow she had transported him from his own bedroom to a room dug out of the earth. There were no windows, so it was lit solely by candelabra in two corners and incense from the altar. And it had not been a bed he rolled off, but a large stone table where symbols had been written in blood. Their union was to be type of ritual sacrifice, or it would have been had he been willing to give up that which was most dear to him, Ana.

"Come now," she sang in a sultry voice. "Can't we just stop all this fighting and just go back to bed. That sounds nice doesn't it?"

"I'll never betray my wife," he growled but his speech came out slurred.

"Sorry, didn't quite catch that?" she giggled, mocking him.

"I'll kill you. And your master." He tried to sound intimidating, but his tongue was slow to wake.

"Oh it doesn't have to come to that," she whispered but her voice seemed to come from every direction around him. Slowly, her hips began to sway again. "Isn't it easier to simply let go, rather than resort to ****?"

"No," he cried out and shielded his eyes from her dance.

He leapt at her with his bare hands, but she spun away with a flourish. But it was just as he'd anticipated. Although his tongue was still heavy, his muscles worked on memory, and as he landed, he rolled and pulled a dagger from his boot. Back on his feet, but kneeling, he pivoted and threw the blade as the thrall spun around to face him. Too late she realized she'd been outwitted when the blood began leaking from the wound. Her mouth gagged and gargled, blood cutting off her words. She stopped dancing and brought her hands to her throat, trying in vain to keep the blood from pouring out. Instead it stained her hands and ran down her arms.

Aron staggered forward and grabbed the dagger. He pushed it in a little deeper as a threat, while the momentum caused the half naked pair to fall to the Earthen floor. He sat atop her with his hard cock against her belly while both hands held the dagger in her throat. Knowing that he could make her bleed out even faster if he pulled the blade out, her hands flailed, trying to make him keep it in.

"Where is she?" He demanded. "Where did your master take my wife?"

With a mouth full of blood and her throat cut she only managed a few words with her dying breath.

"Go...to...Stra...lia..."

Stralia was a larger town far to the west of Coh. He had already surmised that the Demon Lord had fled either east or west, so Stralia was a definite possibility. However, he had no means to determine whether the thrall was telling a truth or the lie, because the life was gone from her eyes. Remembering his mistake last time, Aron laced up his breeches, found his sword and cut off her head.