Yes

Having Queen Mara’s help tracking down demons could save hundreds if not thousands of lives.

“Yes, I’ll do it.”

Debra slides a hand to your sex as she nibbles on your ear. You nearly cum.

Queen Mara gives you a lusty grin. “Now we’ll seal the deal in the manner of Succubi.”

She strides toward you her hips swaying. Her soaking sex beckons you. You fall to your knees and taste her. Her juices are exquisite. The flavor is complex and positively sinful. Your tongue searches her folds for more and you hear her moan in pleasure.

She pushes you all the way down and Debra begins kissing you all over. Your whole body feels electrified. Then you feel Queen Mara’s tongue on your sex. You brain explodes in a mind blowing orgasm. You expect it to recede. Instead the pleasure intensifies. Queen Mara penetrates you with an inhumanly long undulating tongue. Debra’s kissing continues leaving trails of desire. She begins teasing your nipples with razor sharp black nails.

Just when you your pleasure is plateauing, you feel Queen Mara’s tail playing with your asshole.

She penetrates you. It is rapture. The world goes black and all you can feel is bliss. If you could think you’d be wondering if you were blind. You feel a truly immense orgasm approaching like an ominous storm. It hits you like a hurricane and you lose your grip on consciousness as the storm of pleasure buffets you.

You stretch. You crack open an eye. The morning sun is bright. You roll over and see Debra.

“Hello sleepy head. Your boat will be here in an hour ‘Marsha’.” She laughs.

“So last evening wasn’t a dream.”

“Nope.”

You grab your daggers from the nightstand and stand up. You are still naked.

“Do you like my gift, the daggers?”

“I do. They are so badass.”

She laughs. “They should be, they were forged in Hell and are part of a set of seven. You’ll find they are quite effective, even on demons.”

You aren’t sure how knowing the amazing daggers were forged in hell. Heck you aren’t sure how you feel about any of this.

Debra steps toward you and pulls you into a kiss. Her hand cups your ass and you nearly cum. Suddenly all is right with the world.

“You’ll need to take this.” Debra hands you what looks like a syringe. “It’s spring loaded with a needle so small it won’t be felt.”

“What do I do with it?”

“Inject your boss, Marlowe.”

“What does it do?”

Debra looks mildly perturbed. “I don’t know, Queen Mara was coy, but I think it’s some kind of loyalty test for you.”

You nod.

“Get dressed. I’ll help you pack. Your boat will be here shortly.”

You pack, say your goodbyes and head back toward HQ, wondering what you are going to do...