Taking Mistress Pathfoot

Aaralon felt it as the demon unleashed its full seductive power on Pathfoot, even as he watched the bones around him disintegrated into dust on the floor. His cock began to stir and he felt his eye being dragged to stare at the sight of the demon approaching the cowering woman.

She fought it for longer than he had thought possible, she was starting to form another killing spell, her hands shaking as sweat poured down her face, when her resolve finally broke. It was the physical contact of the demon reaching out to take her shaking hands that did it, with direct contact there was not a mortal alive who could resist. The demon pulled open her mind and divided into her deepest desires. Brushing past the nighttime trysts with Leonardo, ignoring the dearly held memories of lovers past and ignoring even the hidden memory of the lover who had given her her only child. Instead it unlocked the fantasies that she would not even admit to herself existed, the dreams in which her students laid her out on her desk and took turns spending their young virile cocks inside of her.

As these dreams were pulled to the surface the demon twisted them, like many of her ability and age Mistress Pathfoot felt a deep need to be desired. It was the reason she had accepted the clumsy advances of the Grand Master, she had not felt anything for him but his naked lust for her had been enough.

Now the demon showed her the secret shameful dream of the classroom again, only this time she saw the same desire in the eyes of the boys surrounding her. She understood for the first time the pleasure of being desired by so many young men.

She collapsed to her knees in front of the demon, unable and unwilling to fight it any more.

As she began to claw at her clothing Aaralon realised that the demon seemed to have lost interest in him for the time being.