Her favorite sexual position is one she can't prepare for

"Your favorite sexual position is one you can't prepare for... That's why I couldn't get it! You don't really care what it is, so long as you don't get to hear what it is before I do it. That's it, isn't it?!" Mympho cackled, raising his fists in victory. He relished the opportunity to see that icy composure of hers shatter.

"Ha! You presume too much!" Palas laughed back, sounding offended, but clutching one hand to her shoulder and another to her hip to stop the onset of another shiver. "I'm looking right at you and I know you're an ass man! How could you surprise me?"

Mympho smiled smugly, tilted his head, then clicked his fingers and thumb. An eleventh Mympho, who had appeared earlier and easily become mixed in with the others, lost in that sea of hair and flesh, approached behind her and grabbed her under the arms. He lifted her arms above her head and away from her body. At the same time, the original clown approached, then reached out to grab her legs and part them... then, further, to lift her off the ground, wrapping both arms underneath. "How's thaaat?" he questioned, his penis twitching as he began to grind it against the front flag between her legs. The one on the back followed suit, sliding his rod back and forth between the soft cradle of her ass cheeks. She reflected that he really must be a pretty decent magician, to create such a realistic feeling illusion.

"Th-This is... Is it... My favorite...?" Palas questioned, her mouth hanging open and revealing her fangs as she tried to reconcile this indignant position, sandwiched between muscle and penises on either side with her legs spread, no longer even standing by her own power. In one moment, she pictured her careful years of implanted spy work, weaving in and out of homes unseen, collecting data and reporting it to the demon lord. In the next, her eyes were laser-focused on the rubbing shaft of the front Mympho, who was now teasing her by putting it against her pussy's lips, but beneath the flag, so that the shape of the head bulged against that garment. The bells on her breasts jingled erotically as the two bounced her together.

"He he he he he! I thought you didn't like ass stuff? Oh, or is it that the ass isn't enough? Not good enough unless it's from the front and the back, huh?" Mympho taunted her. The one on the back, finding that it had her secured well enough just by hooking its arms beneath her own, moved both hands to clasp them around her neck, not exactly ****, but threatening to. "Do you like being choked, Palas?"

The girl's eyes widened and, barely able to move her head, she shook it no.

"D'aw, I was looking forward to doing that," he admitted, while instead allowing his illusion to stick its fingers through the clown smile opening of her mask, into her mouth, and grab her tongue out from between her fangs, pinching it between two fingers. "Hey, how about that? Do you like that?"

The lady's dual-colored eyes became fierce for just a moment, but when she tried to argue back, no intelligible words came out due to the restriction of her tongue. A string of drool ran from the upper part of her mouth down to the lower lip, then began to fall down the side, rolling to her chin.

"I thought you might!" the clown giggled. "You know, now that we've reached this stage... I don't think we really need this any more," he smirked, roughly tearing the mask off of her face so that her visage was apparent to the crowd. Her name-sake "dark eye" glared at him; she was still reconciling having her true, uncovered face exposed to the crowd. Even now... they might still think it was just another illusion. "You didn't let me wear my mask, after all. It's only fair that everyone see that pretty scowl of yours."

"Guh th' th'ell," she babbled unintelligibly, unable to form words with her tongue held. This please Mympho more than anything so far, and she could feel him twitching against her nakedness.

"Ho ho! At your command, milady. I'm assuming you just asked for a dick in your pussy," he chuckled, then inserted it almost all at once. The blessing here was that she was already very, very wet, nor was she any sort of virgin, so it went in pretty easily. Still she thrashed her head with a mixture of disbelief and ecstasy, so hard that the illusion nearly lost grip of her mouth. Still giggling, the man began to rock her ivory flesh up and down, causing the flag around her waist to flap up and down uselessly and the bells tied to her aroused nipples to jingle chaotically. Her white hair flapped about her like the wings of some great white bat. "Ooooh, that's very good, Miss Palas! You're a real Mymphomaniac!"

"Buuuuh!" the girl moaned, one eye wincing closed as she stared at her own visage in the sky, making the kind of sex face nobody ever practices.

"Butt? Oh, right! Your butt! Here comes number two~" he cooed, signalling with the flap of one hand for the other to enter her from the other direction, beginning double penetration. The woman's eyes widened and drool poured from around the illusion's fingers as every part of her body shook from the surprise of having that over-sized dick stuck into her ass at the same time as the clown's real one. She'd had sex many times as part of her assignments, of course... joyless sex, not really fit to her specifications. There was never any audience. Now there was. Furthermore, the nature of those missions had always meant a single target... Now, she found herself with two... Far more if you counted all the copies of herself being taken in various ways around her.

"Very goooood, Miss Palas! Very good!" the man cackled again, throwing his head back as he and his double alternated in time with each other to reach as far inside her as they could manage. "The people are really enjoying it! They've never seen anything like this before! You're doing a wooonderful job!" he praised her. He heard some sort of babble come from her mouth, but her mouth was just spread into a stupid, gaping grin now, an expression completely unfitting on the proud demon spy's face. "You know, we make a good team! How would you like to- hnf!- work together again in the future? I'll let you be my full-time servant! If -oof- if that sounds good with you, then just -nnf- nod your head!"

Her head nodded dizzily as a helpless moan escaped her throat.

"That's splendid! Now, ahem... Illusion Mympho, remove your hands from around those fangs of hers," he recommended with pointed emphasis, adopting his old sneer again, "and we'll all cum together if you'll tell me one little thing! Who is your masteeeer?!"

The mask was no longer on her. She had no outside **** telling her to answer anything other than what she wanted to say... so regardless of how she honestly felt, she could speak however she chose. In the throes of ecstasy, she spoke the identity...