She claims not to care about the bard.

“And why should I care about this bitch?” Shairi said with an airy laugh. “Have your slaves knock her up if you want. It doesn’t matter to me. I think it’s kind of hot, in fact. Although I am a little irritated – I was planning to have her **** myself, although probably somewhere more public than this, and by paying customers.”

The succubus looked at Shairi for a long moment with an odd expression. It took the half-elf a moment to work out what it was: respect.

“Perhaps Queiss is not entirely wrong about you, little witch,” Liniyat said. “Still, it does not matter. Whatever your potential, Meritheir will quash it, making you a broken cumdump like this bard.”

She turned to her twisted minions. “Leave that cunt, and restrain the half-elf!”

The two creatures reluctantly stepped away from Maeran, and turned to Shairi. The young witch thought fast. Zauthar had dealt with many succubae, surely there was a spell in his book that could help her.

Then she remembered one. It was not only suitable spell, but one that would allow her to humble this succubus.

Shairi hurriedly chanted a spell, and made three quick cuts on her palm with her knife. From each cut rose three thin strings of blood, which leapt at Liniyat before she could react. They coiled round her pale skin, searching for their targets. A moment later, the succubus cried out in pain and perverse pleasure as their sharp points drove through her nipples and clit. The blood solidified into new piercings, gold and ruby rings.

But these were no mere ornaments. Liniyat’s expression changed to one of horror as she realised what had happened. The rings were the indestructible physical manifestation of Shairi’s spell – a spell that robbed Liniyat of all her succubus powers, except for her immortality, leaving her helpless as a human woman.

The thralls paused, confused as the command of their mistress lost is magical ****. Shairi quickly capitalised on their hesitation, casting a spell to take control of their crude, lust-filled minds – and direct them at Liniyat. In seconds, the now-powerless succubus was being **** in the pussy and arse.

Shairi smiled smugly as the previously dominant demon was degraded to the same level as her victims. “Your thralls won’t live long without your magic sustaining them. But I’m sure they’ll enjoy spending the last hours of their lives fucking you.”

She ran a hand over the cock of the **** man Liniyat had been riding, collecting a good sample of the succubus’s pussy juices and transferring them to a glass vial. Then she moved over to help Maeran to her feet. “Wait!” Liniyat cried desperately. “The spell! There must be a key, a condition to undo it! Tell me!”

Shairi’s smile widened. “Oh, that. There are two ways. I can undo it, of course, if I chose. Or, you can break it yourself… if you submit a hundred times to sexual acts that even you find humiliating and degrading.”

Shairi wrapped Maeran in her cloak and took her to the bard’s college, leaving her in their care. The redhead was exhausted, but from the look of grateful recognition she gave Shairi, it seemed her mind was still intact. Shairi reminded herself to check on the bard later. For now, she still needed more cum samples.