Using The Mirror

The room that contained the mirror was easy for him to find, with the tiny brand on his body the web of confusion spells that would gently guide anyone unmarked away, parted for him. He had expected the demon to grab his hand or otherwise hold on to him somehow, after all it had no brand. Yet somehow it was able to stay close behind him, never being more than a few steps behind. Mistress Pathfoot, trailing after them in a daze, had her own brand that would allow her to find the room, although Aaralon doubted she had the mind for it any more.

The door to the room was not locked, it had no reason to be after all.

Stepping inside the room Aaralon was pushed aside by the demon, it strode across the room to the mirror. Reaching out it took both sides of the frame in hand and brought the device to life. Aaralon was disturbed by how easily the creature used the thing, although he still had no idea what purpose he could have for it. This one could only see a few places and none of those would be of much use to a Incubus. It could be made to truly see anything but that would mean breaking it free of the frame, a task that required months of prep work so as to avoid the device shattering.

Yet as Aaralon pushed the door closed behind Pathfoot the demon seemed to have already found what it needed. Suddenly he felt it unleash its full seductive power, it hit him like a hammer. His cock suddenly becoming painfully erect, the urge to masturbate becoming nearly overwhelming.

He looked at Pathfoot, the woman had suffered terribly on the way here, her hair hung in clumps, stuck together with semen. The rest of her body was much the same, strings of seed hung from her perfect breasts, her pubic hair was a matted mess and a near constant drip of seed fell from the stretched and abused folds of her sex.

The effects of the seductive power where far too much for her broken mind to take. Aaralon looked away in pity as she began to masturbate herself. Part of him wondered why, despite the effects of the Incubuses seductive power, he had not even thought to try and fuck her.

That worrying thought was quickly pushed away as he felt the power fade. Suddenly the demon was one him, the smile of a serial **** who has gotten away with it again plastered on his face.

“We are going to have some guests in a few days,” it said, looking between Aaralon and Pathfoot. “In the meantime I would like to see your Grand Master's Chambers.”