The Incubus brings them to his home.

All three adventurers now found themselves in a richly-furnished bedchamber, with black and red velvet drapes and a large bed built into the jaw of a huge blackened dragon skull. The bedsheets were a deep crimson and looked dangerously comfortable. Out the window was an infernal landscape of brass towers and volcanic cliffs under dark stormclouds.

Myria, Cecilia, and Dew materialized in this new world nude, but together.

"Where are we?" Myria asked. "Who's this... extremely handsome stud?" Her eyes drifted over the Incubus, who reclined lazily on the bed.

"Once you knew me as Tarquin," he said, "But that was another life. Now, you may simply call me master."

Myria could not believe his audacity! To simply call himself her master? Her gaze fell to the impressive manhood between his legs and felt a surge of arousal at the sight.

"Myria," Cecilia said, and Myria could tell that the paladin was holding back tears. "I've fallen, I've betrayed my vows."

"Cecilia!" Myria chuckled, "You let this beefcake break you in?"

"No... but I've given him power over me all the same."

Dew was staring hungrily at the Incubus. "I was the one he had his way with," she admitted. "And I yearn for him again."

"I will be auctioning the rights to your paladin's maidenhood," the Incubus said. "And I will indulge myself in your flesh again, elf, never you fear. Yours too, little Myria." The Incubus made an arcane gesture towards Myria.

"Listen, pal," Myria said. "I love a good fuck as much as anyone, but if you think you can just--oohhh..." Her legs buckled as a wave of pleasure struck her. "What... what was that?" she asked, voice breaking with arousal.

"Do you feel the compulsion towards carnal pleasures?" he asked, gloating.

"His magic," Dew said. "He's irresistible..."

"Yes..." Myria admitted. "Gods, I feel so horny..."

"No gods," he said. "Only me."

Myria was drawn to him. She approached him on the bed and kissed him before she could stop herself. She moaned into his mouth as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Watch us, Lady Paladin," the Incubus said as he helped Myria up onto the bed. "Watch your friend take the pleasure you desired, but were too proud to accept."