And the results are in: Chosen warrior versus imp! For a reminder on the challengers: The Kingdom of the Chosen is a vast male-domination cult that employs mind control to keep the women in line. Imps are dimwitted demons who trade information—and memories, and knowledge, and intelligence—to take advantage of their targets.
Who will triumph? Let's find out in this month's
Bonus Pairing
!
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"Captain!" Morren looked up as he saw Yulfet lean around the corner. The soldier under his command had sheathed his weapon—rank recklessness, in Captain Morren's opinion, though he didn't say anything about it. "The hellbitch isn't here!"
"We can't be sure of that," Morren said. The captain kept his voice stiff and formal, making a show of studying his surroundings intently. There was nothing special here to uncover—it was essentially an ordinary living room, albeit with one interesting feature he intended to explore shortly—but it was important to set an example for the men. "Sorceresses have ways of hiding their presence, Yullfet. They are mages, and they are
women
. When push comes to shove, they employ coward's tactics. It's how they're wired."
"Okay, but..." Yullfet shrugged. "I mean, we've been giving the mantras for fifteen minutes now. I've never met a harlot who could take even
five
minutes without submitting to righteousness. I think we missed her."
"Have you checked the attic?"
Yullfet blinked. "Attic, captain?"
"There is an attic. You can see it from outside." Morren rolled his eyes. "Yullfet, have the other three men go with you. Deliver the mantras directly beneath the attic hatch. If she is there, she will hear them. If not... well, we've been away from the base too long already."
Yullfet frowned. He looked back, then to Morren again. "And you?"
"I will examine the rest of the house," Morren said, keeping his tone perfectly neutral. "If I am satisfied that you did not miss her, I will take my leave. We'll meet back at Wellspring in a week."
"... Alone, sir?" Yullfet chewed his upper lip. "What if... what if we
did
miss her?"
"My strength of will is
fairly
well-established by now. If it is to be one of us that meets her alone, it had best be me." Morren smirked. "And besides, I am beginning to worry that this group
relies
too much on me. I leave you in charge, Yullfet. We'll see if you really do deserve your own command, won't we?"
Yullfet gave a nervous smile and saluted. "Yes, Captain!"
Just the other day, Morren had helped the team capture no fewer than three udder sprites. The cows had tried to brainwash him, but he'd been a rather tough nut to crack. Now, the Chosen had three new holstaurs in their harems.
Morren had spent years training himself on methods to resist mind control, and he'd been generous with magic charms to better his own prowess. No mere woman could resist her rightful place around him. He knew every trick in the book.
"Then be on your way, Yullfet," Morren said, smiling. The soldier hesitated, then turned and hurried back to the others.
Morren waited until his subordinate was out of sight. Then, he kicked the rug aside, revealing a trapdoor. Just as he'd guessed.
The truth was, Yullfet had been a bit cocky lately. Morren wanted to remind him that he didn't
need
the team—they were present to assist him, not seek their own damn social advancement. Plus, Morren wasn't sure he wanted to risk the sorceress mind controlling his men against him. One never knew with mages. Morren didn't want this bitch to get away because of the incompetence of the lessers. Not again.
The captain stooped, grasped the trapdoor ring, and pulled.
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The sorceress's cellar was about what one would expect for a sorceress. The stairs led down into a dark chamber lit by flickering torches that seemed to burn with a lavender light. A single door stood to the north; it looked like it led to some sort of closet or pipe room.
The main room here was empty, save for a couch, a bed, and a large cage with a human woman in it.
Morren paused, blinking, at the bottom of the stairs. No.
She was
not
human at all.
She was far too beautiful to be human, for one thing. She had round, pert breasts wrapped in a thin white cloth that revealed far more than it covered. Her ass was equally perky, but her waist was remarkably slim. Her thighs were totally bare, showing smooth, toned pale skin. Every inch of her oozed deliciously available sexuality.
She turned to him, and Morren felt his cock harden as he imagined breaking her in. Her eyes were bright red, with thick, dark lashes and painted black lids that accentuated her bedroom eyes. Her lips were full, and red, and begged for a cock to be thrust between them. A pair of long, twisting horns climbed from atop her head, and a long tail with a blunt-looking barb rose up from her rear.
A succubus, he realized, heart pounding. One of the most cunning, deadly demons in the world—whores with no masters. They were infamous throughout the continent. These were the masterminds who had engineered the fall of the Kingdom of the Gods. They were the purest embodiments of sensuality, deception, and razor-wit.
"Oh!" She gave a start when she saw him. "Oh, my goodness! Hello!"
Morren's head tilted to the side.
Up above, he heard the trapdoor slam shut.
Damn it, should've propped it up,
he thought bitterly. Not that he was worried. The Chosen had dealt with demons before, and not even succubi could resist the Conversion. They were still only women, after all—bound to their flesh. They could be very clever, however.
"Are you here to save me?" she asked, batting her lashes. "Ooh, I'd be
so
grateful!"
Morren slowly smirked. He took a step closer. "Yes, I have, demon."
"Demon?" She looked aghast. She looked down at her butt and appeared to finally notice the tail. "Oh." She reached up and felt her horns. Her face fell. "Aw, man! I forgot to do the disguise again!"
Morren tried to keep from laughing. This was a succubus? One of the deadliest breeds of demon known to man? He supposed it might be some sort of trick—a guise to lower his guard—but there was a vapid glaze over her eyes that not even a woman in the throes of orgasm could feign.
"It seems, demon, that you were ill-equipped for independence," he said, slowly circling around her. He couldn't help but admire her form. The holstaurs had been well-endowed in the chest department, certainly, but this creature really was the full package. She would be one of his favorites once broken in, he was sure.
"I was?" She pouted. "I thought I was really good at it! I fucked that hot sorceress chick like
crazy
!"
Morren stopped short. His mind raced. "The sorceress?"
"But I guess..." The demoness pouted, apparently thinking very hard. "She
did
want me to do it every time. So, like, maybe I
wasn't
totes independent? But I really thought I was!" She looked at him, as though pleading for validation. "Isn't that basically the same thing?"
