Merrick could not move from his position on the bed. He was laying on his back naked with perspiration dripping down his brow. His blood was like fire, his mind a fog from the intense passion inside him. His rigid cock pulsed with every beat of his heart aching to be touched as it was the gateway to release him from the torment of his own libido. She sat on the side of the bed looking down at him, his tormenter. She had hair as dark as midnight which contrasted sharply against her pale skin. Eyes as blue as sapphires regarded him over a perfect nose as full red lips curled up in knowing smile.
"I know how it pains you my sweet," her contralto voice sent shivers down his spine as she spoke," just ask and I will give you the release you so badly need."
Her figure was perfect as was every other physical attribute she possessed. She trailed a bright red fingernail down his chest," You can't deny your passion forever. It is the only chink in your armor Merrick. Your youth makes you strong but my gifts allow me to use that youthful lust you harbor against you. You may be a paladin but you are a man all the same and all men want what I can give them. Soon you will be mine," her smile widened until her teeth showed and Merrick could see her pronounced canines but somehow they only seemed to enhance her beauty. He could feel her pressing against his will with her mind, stoking the flames of his passion making it so hard to think.
"Yesss that's right...," she breathed out," you know it would be so easy to have me relieve you of all that pressure building inside you. It's just a simple physical act," Merrick fought against her words and her will," that can make everything better. Sooo much pressure...," he could not seem to grasp any coherent thought," oh you poor thing let Isslan help you. The sensations are overwhelming, the burden is too much to bear. It weakens you but I can control it for you. I will take responsibility for your sexual desires and they will trouble you no more," all he wanted was release from this bittersweet torture.
"Yes," he thought to himself," please make it go away," were those his words or his thoughts?
A soft laugh came from Isslan as she swung her leg across his body, her hand moving between her legs taking a hold of his cock and guiding it towards her sex. Just as he felt the warmth of her slowly encase him his eyes opened and his body shook bringing him out of his dream.
Merrick's clothes were damp with sweat and he felt a small ache in his back from the tree root he had slept on. He could feel all his wards still intact meaning no one had come near during the night. It was never safe to sleep without them. Now the night was giving away to day as he moved to stoke his fire from the night before to prepare a quick breakfast before moving on. He had made a quick camp the previous night not even grooming his horse merely inspecting its shoes to make sure they were free of rocks as not to hamper his progress. He knew the mount deserved better but time was precious.
He was getting close to his query and though he needed his rest for the encounter he wanted to finish this sooner rather than later. The more time Isslan had the more thralls she could take to defend her. It had been a few days since his encounter with the Succubus. She had five thralls with her which was an unheard of number. He had never heard of one being able to hold more than three men in their thrall at a time. The thralls were fine warriors but Merrick was the strongest to come out of his order in a century. His job was to protect the innocent from what lurked in the shadows. Though he was young most felt Merrick was the best. What he lacked in wisdom he more than compensated for in strength and magical power. The battle was intense and Merrick fought bravely. He briefly locked minds with Isslan and he found her strength lacking in comparison to his but just as he was readying himself to vanquish her the two remaining thralls had engaged him long enough to allow her to escape.
He had not fully recovered from the encounter which would normally worry him but he had taken down all her thralls leaving her with no protection and if he could get to her before she recruited new ones she would be no match for him one on one. There was a tiny bit of him who sought revenge as well. One of the thralls he had slain was his former mentor in the order. Once a proud and noble paladin he had been reduced to serving a creature of the dark. He did not know how she was able to get the better of Kylos and that frightened him a bit. Kylos was once a formidable fighter and that he had been bested left a small amount of fear in the pit of Merrick's stomach. This fear seemed to be manifesting itself in his dreams. Last night was the third night in a row he had dreamt of Isslan however it was the first night her temptations had gotten the better of him.
Shaking himself from thoughts of fear and revenge Merrick began reciting a prayer to center himself as he readied for the day's travel. It would be a hard day's ride but he sensed the area she passed through and had a good idea she was heading for the town of Odeon. What better place to find victims to feed on or enslave than a trader town where people often come and go leaving few questions asked of a new face. His hope was to catch her before she reached the town but he felt he would need a bit of luck in order to do it. He climbed into the saddle and with a gentle touch on the horses mind it responded immediately. The day's journey had just begun.
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Isslan knew Merrick would follow her to the ends of the earth in order to exact his revenge. She was not quite prepared for him when he suddenly appeared the other day but having his former mentor there to do battle with him was enough to suit her purposes. She needed him off balance when next they met and a man set on revenge was the only thing besides one set on sexual conquest she knew that could do that effectively.
She had been planning this for some time. Overcoming and enslaving Kylos was just one part of her trap for Merrick. He would be her minion before it was all over and then she could use him to grow her power exponentially. She had learned on this plane the one true way to grow her power. Most succubbi were content on feeding themselves on the life force of men and women never becoming more than simple servants to higher demons and wizards. It was her very first encounter that fate had decided was to be her guide and show her what true power there was to be had...
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A bright light flashed as she felt a force pulling her from her domain on one of the lower planes to the world of man. She felt the cool air on her flesh as her eyes adjusted to take in her surroundings. She was surrounded by a ring of powder on the stone floor beneath her. The walls of the room she was in were stone as well. It was lit by several torches in sconces on the walls. A man in grey robes sat on a wooden chair a few paces away from her. He looked to be in his middle years due to the slight traces of gray in his black hair but his face showed no real signs of age.
