The best way I know how! (Taking Leanne’s ass.)

“Turn around.”

The soldier obeyed, pivoting on her knees. She glanced at you over her shoulders while her hands found the dirt. Her back arched down, accentuating her butt under her crimson skirt.

“The lust... isn't yours,” you said, reaching in your travelbag. “It's from the succubus curse.”

“Mm-mh…”

Her hips swayed, almost absentmindedly.

You took out the purple flask Segora had gifted you, surprised at how steady your hand was.

Make them submit, Segora had said. Make their pleasure beholden to yours…

A foreign hunger stirred in Leanne's eyes. She stayed fixated on you over her shoulder, while her hips rotated in an increasingly enticing dance.

“Leanne?”

“Mm?”

“Leanne. Do you trust me?”

The shadow of the demon was swallowing her. You hoped using her name would pull her consciousness afloat.

The swaying of her hips slowed.

“Yes… I do.”

“Listen. Primal magics obey... primal forces. Incantations will mean little here. I have to bend its will to mine. Understand?”

“Mm-mm…” she nodded, biting her lips.

Her aura rippled, and her ass pushed towards you. The demon expected it would soon be fed.

“It might get intense. Our best chance is to stick together. You with me?”

Unsure and slipping away, Leanne nodded emphatically.

You freed your cock from your trousers; immediately, Leanne's aura flared into a magnificent brazier. A wave of raw lust erupted from her and hit you with maddening ****; its undertow pulled your whole world towards her. Only because you’d expected it did you manage to keep hold of your mind and body.

Leanne hadn't expected it.

“Hhah!”

Her legs shook under her, and she fell flat on her chest. Her breastplate scraped against the dirt, her ass lifting up towards you in an obscene invitation.

“Colden!… Hhuh! Please!” she begged.

She flipped her skirt up to reveal her naked ass—her underwear must have been discarded by the imps earlier. You could see her juices glistening on her thighs.

“What are you... waiting for? Pleeeaaase!…”

Her booted feet flapped about, helplessly. Knees pressed together, she pushed her ass towards you.

“Please, Colden! Fuck me!”

You stared in awe, not trusting yourself to move yet. Not only was the sight of her wriggling incredibly erotic, but you had never seen such magic at work before. The demon's shadow burned the deep reservoir of life inside her and release an exhilarating lure. It cajoled and enveloped both of you with promises of ecstasy… But while lust pulled at you with startling ****, your trained mind could detect the slightest writhing underneath—as if you were staring at a pool of snakes.

Clinging desperately to the danger of the situation, you steeled your mind. You poured a generous dollop of oil on your erection.

“No need for this,” Leanne panted. “Can’t you see how wet I am for you?”

She lifted her hips higher, revealing her glistening slit. She rubbed a hand between her legs, and a copious amount of sex juices dripped down the inside of her thighs. Your head buzzed with desire.

“Maybe you’re right,” you said as you straddled her legs.

A drop of oil fell from your tip and splattered one of her gorgeous buttcheeks.

“Pleeaase,” she moaned. “My pussy is so empty… Give me your cock, mage… Give me your magical cock…”

At her words, a surge of lust coursed through you. She smelled delicious. She lifted her hips, her hungry pussy searching blindly for your cock. You gripped her butt to steady her.

Make her… submit, you strained to remember.

You held her down with one hand; the other guided the head of your cock up to the tight ring between her buns.

“W-what are you… Nnh!”

She gasped and recoiled.

“Leanne… Do you still trust me? This… This is how we beat her.”

She shifted uneasily under you.

“W-why don’t you… why don’t you fuck my pussy? It’s so wet for you…”

Again, lust assailed you; the sight of her leaking pussy drew you in, suckling your willpower...

You suddenly recognized the effect of a Charm. A magical suggestion had laced her voice! The succubus curse grew in power and influence as Leanne succumbed to her lust. Had she been nudging you this whole time?

You gritted your teeth and pressed the tip of your cock at her backdoor again. Her whole body jolted forward, away from you. You infused her name with magic of your own:

“Leanne…”

Instead of the exhortation the shadow of the demon had used on you, you poured faith into your breath. Faith in her ability to fight, and in your power to overcome the curse. Faith, to remind her you were her ally.

Your benign magic brushed past the hungry, fiery shadow on her... and Leanne shivered, as if rousing from slumber.

“Hhanh! I’ve never… I don’t know if I can…” she breathed.

“You can. What you cannot do is give the demon what she wants. That’s how she grows stronger.”

The potent seed of a mage delivered in her hungry mouth or pussy would boost the demon’s influence so much more than that of a mere mortal—it would accelerate Leanne’s transformation, and it would cripple you, magically speaking.

“Let me take over, and I’ll beat her,” you promised. “This is the best way I know how. It’ll be painless for you, but excruciating for her."

You gave her a moment to process. Leanne took a deep breath.

“Ok,” she sighed. “Do it. Do it quick.”

“Give me your hands.”

That would make it harder for her—or the demon—to resist you.

Once more, she showed she trusted you. Her wrists, covered with bronze-plaqued leather bracers, crossed submissively on top of her charred cloak. She rested her cheek on the ground. The crimson cloak of the Royal Guard usually draped down to their calves, but hers had been decimated to her mid back; the claw marks left by the imp who had mounted her still shone bright red on her exposed lower back. You put a hand on her wrists, pinning them against the scars, and silently promised yourself to beat that demon.

You realized you now stood where an imp had been when you'd found her. Maybe they hadn't been trying to kill her, after all. What if they'd been feeding her? They might have bolstered the shadow within her, accelerating Leanne's descent...

“All you could think of was… cock in you,” you recalled.

“Hn?”

Your free hand rubbed the tip of your cock along her dripping slit, eliciting a shiver from her. You scooped her juices and brought your tip back up to her anus. Again, the shadow of the demon stirred within her, and her ass wiggled in protest.

“When the imps… took you," you pushed. "It was all you could think of. That’s what you said, right?”

Her breath caught in her throat.

“Y-yes… Hnn…”

You placed the tip of your cock between her toned buttcheeks and started pushing against the tight, cushy ring; briefly, over and over, in soft pulses.

“Hnn…”

“Say it again,” you instructed.

She breathed and wiggled a bit. You could sense the battle raging inside her. You couldn’t let the demon take over her; you needed her on your side.

“Say it, Leanne.”

Nestled between her buttcheeks, you kept thrusting softly.

“Cock… in me…,” she moaned.

Her body relaxed a bit, and started moving with your pulses instead of against them.

“Good,” you breathed. “Say it again.”

Her anus distended. With every thrust, it kissed your tip deeper and deeper.

“Cock,” she inhaled, “in me,” she exhaled.

With your free hand, you poured another dollop of oil; you lathered it along your cock and pushed it into her ass with your finger. Still holding her wrists, you started pulling on her slightly, in time with the push of your cock, to begin impaling her.

"Mmh! Huh..."

She moaned some more. Her eyes were shut, her fingers clawed at the air, and your tip disappeared between her buttcheeks with almost every thrust now.

It’s working.

Soon her ass would yield and, with your cock buried fully inside her, you’d be able to shackle the demon.