The sorcerer's wrath!

"No!" Tarquin shouted, standing up after Dew's magical attack. "You bitch elf! My research here into sex magics will not be stopped by the likes of you!"

Dew put herself between Tarquin and Cecilia. "Stay back, Tarquin," she said. "You won't take this paladin's virtue."

"I will," he snarled. He drew a symbol in the air, and a wave of magic washed over the trio of adventurers. Myria and Cecilia were flung back to the opposite side of the room, but Dew, braced against the attack, was only knocked back a few paces.

"But first..." Tarquin said as he approached the dazed elf. His cock was still erect after his orgasm from Cecilia's blowjob. "First I'm going to bring you to heel, mage." He clenched a fist, and Dew lifted up into the air, clutching at her throat, gasping for breath.

"Tarquin..." Dew gasped. "You must... resist!"

"I am not Tarquin!" the mage growled, and Tarquin's voice echoed around the chamber, joined by another, deeper male voice. "I am not human!" A shape grew from the glowing pit. It was a large shadow, humanoid in shape, glowing with dark green fire around the edges. Tarquin's new voice dripped with smooth, seductive power. "I... am... INCUBUS!"

The dark shadow flew into Tarquin's body, and the mage writhed in agony as his eyes took on the same green glow. He staggered back, releasing Dew, who dropped, trembling to her knees.