We pretend Huny is our prisoner.

"No."

"Oh, come on. It's easy. You're naked already; all we have to do is pretend we're giving you to the chief as a new pleasure ****. While he's **** you senseless, his guard will be down and we'll kill him!"

"No!" Huny repeats, more emphatically this time.

"No," Imp agrees. You look down at him in surprise; that's the first time you've heard him disagree with his Mistress. "I'm not... Not letting them do that to Huny," he explains, blushing--and to be visible on already red skin, that's got to be deep.

She looks as surprised as you. She doesn't say anything though. Too bad; if she tried to deny him, you might have been able to talk her into giving up her body.

"Alright, we'll do it a different way, then. I'll offer my body to the guards. You'll keep Huny separate--claim she's a virgin, special for the boss--then when they're on top of me hand her back her knife and let her kill them. Does that work?"

Imp nods. Huny looks at you strangely. "You're going to let the orcs **** you?"

"Is that strange?" you ask back. "I am a Succubus."

"But...I mean, aren't they gross?"

You glance back down into the canyon. The nearest guard happens to be picking his snout right at that moment. Certainly, he's nothing compared to the beauty of the rogue asking the question: he's fat, squat, tusked, probably stinks, his eyes are... well, he's an orc. A humanoid swine. But despite all that, the muscles you can detect beneath that fat, the bulge you can make out in his loincloth even while it's flaccid...

"Yep. Should that be a turn-off?"

The look she gives you is confused, disgusted, and (just maybe) a bit piqued. "I guess not."