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Athan woke up with a start, rising to a sitting position, covered in sweat, the whole bed soaked with it. To his surprise the girl--- whom he was sure was a demon--- was nowhere to be seen. He had just had a life altering dream that may or may not have been real. If the dream was real then it meant their powers---his mentor and himself--- weren't related to the cult or demonic. It warmed his broken heart knowing that he was given a bigger purpose in life. That was if it was true. Either way it looked like he'd had sexual relations with a demon, and had no plans to reenact that.
There was a demon loose he had to deal with, and even though she didn't appear to be finished with her transformation, he still had to tread carefully. He had an inkling of a plan and it would have to do. The monk gathered his wits, and took a moment to meditate before rushing into combat. He wanted to make sure the right head was in charge before he faced the sexy temptress.
Meanwhile Amber had Plymouth eating out of the palm of her hand. Her frustration mounted, when she failed to consume his soul. She didn't know what was wrong or who to blame, so her anger and frustration were taken out on the young man. His face was bruised yet he didn't seem to care. All his attention was concentrated on pleasing his mistress, and he couldn't comprehend why she was angry with him.
The demoness was just about to strike him again when she was distracted by Athan charging into the room and screaming, "Stop!"
Why should she stop when she couldn't get what she wanted? But what had confused her most was the fact that even though she didn't want to obey, she did just that.
Amber was about to hit flesh, when her arm froze in mid-swing, and she found herself staring at the monk, as if awaiting another command, just like when she sexually dominated Plymouth. But she couldn't understand why she had obeyed. He never dominated her. In fact she had won that fight, leaving him to his nightmares, or so she thought.
"Sit!" He was pleased when she obeyed.
It would seem his binding spell had worked, after all. It was time to find out what had happened to Yshomatsu and go find him. He started to interrogate her, and it was so easy without her resisting. She detailed everything she knew about the senior monk's encounter with Meridiana and how he had fallen for her trap, which led to her release upon this world.
He found out that she was sent here to find Yshomatsu, just like he was. After a little explaining he realized that his mentor was on the run with Meridiana's first creation and that they were heading south into the jungles. And lastly he asked her who commands her.
To which she replied, "You do, master."
After she spoke those words, her brow scrunched up. That isn't right, Mistress Meridiana commands me, not you, baldy. But that didn't stop her from sitting patiently. It unnerved her.
"Undo what you've done to these two and heal their wounds with your foul magic while you're at it."
"Yes, master." She eagerly jumped to her feet. Her quick movement distracted him for just a second. Even though she was quick to obey, the look that appeared briefly on his face didn't go unnoticed by the demoness.
Plymouth was easy to fix -- she just had to wake him from his trance. She didn't leave any indications to prove otherwise, but she didn't remove any of the triggers she placed on his mind. Blake, on the other hand, took a lot more effort, and tested the limits of her already limited power. In order to 'fix' Blake she had to heal his wounds that were slowly killing him, not to mention bring him out of the coma she put him into.
Both men eyed her warily once they were recovered, both having detailed memories of their time with her. For how dangerous she was they were both embarrassed to admit they'd willingly go for round two if she wanted. Lucky for them--- or unlucky depending on how you looked at it--- she didn't seem interested in them anymore.
Now that the kitchen was back in order the three men sat around a table discussing their plans, but first one thing had to be done and Blake was the one to do it.
He said, voice full of embarrassment, "So, after everything that has happened this week, I just wanted you to know that we're sorry for all of it and it troubles me to ask this after all you've done for us but... What's your name?"
Athan laughed. "I'm sorry, I thought you knew already, and here I thought you were going to bail out on an adventure of a life time." Athan was glad to have the mood lightened.
Close by, leaning against the wall, Amber was listening to every word. A name meant everything to a demon.
"My name is Athanatos, but everyone calls me Athan. I know yours is Sir Blade Barbosa, but I don't think I've had the pleasure of hearing your name." He looked to the other knight.
"Plymouth, sir, and I'm just a footman, infantry from the army, not actually a knight like Blake here."
"Oh, sorry I assumed."
They continued talking about what they could do, and everyone agreed the best course of action was to find Yshomatsu, especially since he was on the run and not working with demons. Unbeknownst to them all, Amber was regarding the monk with malevolent intent. He intrigued her, this powerful man that stood against her and had somehow gotten control of her. She wanted him more than anyone right now and with him, her freedom.
Exchanging one master for another was all it took for the new born succubus to realize, that being tied down by invisible chains was not something she wanted out of life. Power was one thing -- she never thought she'd lose the hunger for more power -- but servitude she'd have had enough of already.
The only thing that brought a smile to her face was her plan. To seduce him, slowly. Since he had control of her body and part of her will, she had to make him think it was just the succubus in her that wanted to please her master. Although she'd get pleasure from pleasing him there could be no suspicion that she had every intention of reversing their roles.
A powerful man like Athanatos, in absolute servitude to her, made her wet just thinking about it. To hell with what her mistress had wanted. The only thought on her mind was freedom, and the man powerful enough to ensure she kept it.
With everyone recovered, the monk prepared some traveling packs for everyone, with everything from sleeping rolls to extra clothing. Athan led the way south out of the desert. According to Amber his mentor was entering the jungles now. How she could tell he'd never know, but he hoped he wasn't making a mistake by believing her. She was, after all, bound to him. He had nothing to worry about.
He hoped.
When he learned that their destination was his homeland, Blake had spoken up by saying they'd have safe passage and a place to make base camp if need be while searching the surrounding jungles. Athan was hesitant at first, saying they should avoid being seen.
Blake had quickly retorted by saying, "Look how that turned out for Yshomatsu."
Athan couldn't stop thinking about the dragon. It changed them, to fight evil, and now after more than one hundred years, evil was most definitely upon them. The comment about seeing them again someday troubled him slightly but he was also anxious to meet the dragon again.
He didn't quite like the way Amber hung on his every word, but rationalized it as part of the binding spell. At least she wasn't paying attention to the other two. That was a plus, since she had already gotten her hands on them. He couldn't imagine how difficult it would be to keep them apart had she still been eyeing them. He could keep her in check while all her attention was on him.
He realized he was rationalizing again, trying to convince himself he didn't keep sneaking looks. She was, after all, providing him every opportunity to look at her long smooth legs, toned midsection and lovely cleavage. Any part of her would have a red blooded male aching for a chance to be with her. And here she was, hanging on his arm, walking beside him with her disarming smile and hypnotizing eyes. Each time he looked into those yellow orbs he found it twice as hard to look away, not to mention the way she purred 'yes master' every time he spoke to her. He was against slavery and everything it stood for. There was just something about the way she said it that made him want to forget everything and run away with her.