Aryella snapped her fingers, and the portal closed. She grinned and jumped up and down with excitement. "I get to keep you! Aren't you glad?"
Dien looked up at her with a pained smile and shook his head slightly.
"I remember," Dien said. "I had been killed because the Chinese government had finally chosen to silence my followers by putting an end to me."
Aryella sneered at him.
"They killed me, but the fact that they had to do so proves that my life had meaning for hundreds of millions of people."
Aryella was rolling her eyes.
"Get over yourself," she said. "Besides, when you start lecturing me about your life story it makes me feel vicious. It brings out my dark side. You wouldn't want that. So stop whining."
"I don't care how it ends. This has been an injustice. I was not given a chance."
"Don't start, shut up shut up shutup!" Aryella said, invoking a spell.
Dien felt as though his lips had been sealed shut. He couldn't utter a word.
"It worked!" Aryella giggled with a sudden spurt of giddy pleasure. "I didn't have to gesture or even point at you! Don't take it the wrong way, it's not that I don't like you. I do. I just don't want your last hours to be ruined by foolish words."
Aryella had been a very common sort of succubus, near the lowest of that order of sex demon. Sure, she was mature enough to have left her sisters in search of greater power, maturity and power were two different things. Her power was almost equal to that of a fledgling, or had been until just now. Thanks to Dien's spirit matter, her powers had expanded greatly.
She felt like flexing them a little.
She brought her hands together in front of her and began casting a spell. Eldritch runes of gold swirled around her fingers as she weaved powerful transmutation magics. Then, all of a sudden, her little chamber began to expand. It spread out until it was as big enough to hold a grove of pine trees, and considerably darker. Red light illuminated an altar that jutted up in the center of the chamber, and there a bed draped with lavender veils appeared, ringed with dozens of burning candles.
She snapped her fingers. Two muscular demons appeared, one with the face of a bird and the other looking more like an ogre. Both were equipped with large, meaty cocks. The bird's was ringed with metal studs.
She curled up on the bed and beckoned to them seductively, and they eagerly climbed the stairs to meet her.
Dien blocked out the sounds of them pumping and grinding, it was all too obvious what was taking place in her bed.
He closed his eyes. His disciplined mind blocked out the sound, and even the intoxicating musky smell that filled her chamber. He sought out his meditative state by habit, and in moments he had entered a trance.
He knew he had no chance to defeat Aryella in her lair.
A great martial arts master once said the best defense was to run away. Dien knew that would be his best chance. But how?
The lipstick. She used it to open portals. He would have to snatch it from her.
He opened his eyes and looked around. The room had expanded dramatically, and he didn't know where she kept it anymore.
He would have to keep his eyes peeled. He opened his eyes and looked up at her bed. Seeing her on her knees, sandwiched between two demons who were eagerly thrusting, proved too much of a distraction. He shut his eyes tight.
"Room for one more," Aryella called, teasingly. He ignored her and re-entered his meditative state.
He would have only one chance to gain the initiative against Aryella, he realized. He would need a foolproof plan.
He meditated on this, and drew a blank. There was no foolproof option, only risks. This seemed a natural enough situation, so he considered one risky option: Use the lipstick to escape first. Then, perhaps he could lure her out of her lair and kill her on the other side.
It leaped into his mind the possibility that in killing her, he would absorb power -- just as he had when he defeated the marilith. Perhaps he would gain his old strength back?
"Ah, over so soon boys?" came Aryella's voice, although Dien was only dimly aware of it. "Well then, thanks for dropping by."
The succubus lounged on the bed a little while, savoring the afterglow, while Dien continued to meditate.
Sheila, that was who he had to save. But how?
"Ah yes, how could I forget? Sheila!" chuckled the succubus.
This time, Dien was listening. He squinted and watched as the succubus drew a portal in thin air and called forth Sheila.
She had just drawn another portal with that same stick of lipstick.
"That's it!" he thought. The only way out of this place seemed to be through those incessant portals she was always making with that same bit of lipstick.
He needed to snatch it. He watched as she placed it somewhere by her bed.
"Sheila, do you recognize that man down there? It's your friend, Dien." Her face was expressionless, her voice monotone, as if reading from a prompter. "You may know him as Matt, but he's learned his true name. You may call him Dien now," she added with dramatic flair. "Poor thing."
"Matt?" Sheila exclaimed. "What happened, where did the rest of you go?" Dien looked down, unable to stand the sight of them. Not because of guilt -- he felt none. Rather, the two naked babes threw his meditation off completely.
Aryella smiled and took Sheila's hand. "He may not want you anymore, but there's plenty of things
we
can do together."
With that, Aryella drew Sheila into her embrace. Sheila succumbed to her touch, only to gasp in shock at the touch of what just then appeared between Aryella's legs: a large, veiny, purplish maroon phallus with a throbbing tip.
"Do something, you gotta help me!" Sheila called to Dien, but he was blocking them out, trying not to hear what his senses told him.
Sheila looked down at the demon's pulsing cock. It had grown to very generous proportions and was dripping with some sort of clear, viscous excretions. She caught a whiff of musk, acrid and primal.
"Oh god," she whimpered, her head swimming. She fell under the seductress's spell completely. She dropped to her knees in front of the demonic phallus.
