Chapter 8: Chapter 8: Seconds (18+)

"psst... hey... wake up..."

"Huh? mm, what?" The paladin responds stupidly.

"I need to show you something back at my tent."

"...What? you-you, are, you need to show..." the paladin yawns midsentence, giving his tiny little brain time to formulate an actual sentence.

"What do you need to show me?"

"It's important, just get up and let me show you."

"mmmnf.. ok." The paladin throws off his covers and gets out of bed to follow me. The fact he hasn't screamed out "demon!" means that my disguise is working. I look over to the sorceress to see she is still fast asleep, meaning all worries I've had of being spotted have now been laid to rest. I guide the tired paladin over to my room, and sit him down on my bed. 

"What did you want to show me?" The paladin asks.

"I wanted to see if you could do some healing for me, a lot of the bruises I've gotten from the attack earlier haven't healed..." This is a lie. All my HP has full recovered the second I leveled up about an hour ago. My disguise still shows bruising and scratches though, even though there's really nothing to heal. 

Annoyed and disgruntled, the paladin responds "The doctors are good at what they do, they can look at you tommorow. I  have important things to do tomorrow, I need my sleep..."

I cast charm.

"I think you're really going to want to see what they did to me..." I respond with a sultry and commanding voice. The paladin, who was in the process of getting off the bed, relaxes and makes eye contact with me, as if entranced in my words. I drop my garments and stand naked in front of the paladin showing off my fake scars and bruises while also exaggerating my figure for him.

"Look at my arms, and all the nasty cuts they put there!" I get closer to him, squishing my boobs together using my forearms while pretending to simply be putting my arms in view. The paladin just watches with a vacant stare, allowing my words to form and influence every thought that enters his puny little mind.

"And my legs..." I turn around and bend straight over to fully expose my rear to the absent minded paladin. "Isn't it horrible! I used to be so beautiful down there... but they made it all ugly..." I say with false sadness and hurt in my voice.

"Do you think I'm ugly now Mr. Paladin?"

"uuuuuuhhh.. no, annabelle."

I stand back upright and turn around with a gleeful smile and giddy demeanor and lean up towards him and ask "You still think I'm sexy with all these mean bumps and bruises?" 

"...uhh... yes." 

He's barely on the same planet as me. No matter. He's still under my control, and I just need him restrained enough for me to eat him up.

"You're soooo tired, Mr. Paladin, why dont you lie down on that comfy bed and I'll give you a massage before you go to bed?"

"...massage..." the paladin lies down and stares directly upwards towards the ceiling, his vacant gaze now directed to the tarp supported by the tent.

"Good boy... We don't want you getting out of bed until morning don't we Mr. Paladin?"

"uh-huh..."

"so why don't we make sure you don't accidently roll out of bed? It'd be terrible if you had to wake up twice tonight!"

"huhnn...how do we do that?"

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"hmmmm... let me think... Oh! what if we chained you up so you couldn't accidently move while you're sleeping!"

"That's a... good idea!"

"Let me chain you up real quick Mr. Paladin!"

I cast Shackle on the clueless paladin in front of me, restraining his arms and legs to each corner of my bed. The fly has entered my web.

"We also don't want you snoring either, because then you might wake me up! Or yourself up!"

"no... snoring..." 

"That's right! Why don't we find something to cover your mouth?"

"Don't wake... Anabelle up..."

I find a roll of bandages and begin wrapping them around his mouth. 

"Don't wake... wake.. don't snoring... don't-"

"We need your mouth closed if I'm going to put the bandages on, why don't you keep your mouth closed for the rest of the night, huh?"

The paladin closes his mouth. I probably only have about 3 minutes left of charm by the end of all this, so I'm going to need to get to work fast. I quickly wrap the bandages around his mouth several times to make the fabric thick and firmly blocking his mouth. I then get to work on my "massage". I pull out my cultist knife and gently cut off his clothes, cutting through the fabric of his shirt and the cotton of his pants. He eventually lies naked in front of me, and looking at what spells I currently have available I cast Inflict arousal to begin the draining process. After about 30 seconds of slowly jerking him off, he reaches full mast and I begin slurping him down with vigor. My tongue reaches around his base and pulls itself up to the tip as I swallow the rest of him on the way back down. My throat vibrates at the gentle hum of my moan of satisfaction. The Paladin was now mine. I work my way back up, gently licking at the back of his frenulum and giving his urethra a little kiss as I again travel downwards until I yet again reach the base. My tongue glides and slithers up and down his cock, dragging against him with my bubbling saliva as I continue to squeeze and swallow every inch of his manhood, over, and over again. Eventually I hear him start to breath heavier and heavier, but not one of satisfaction or lust, one of rage and horror. I remove him from my mouth, and look him in the eyes with a devious smile. He looks back at me like a rabid animal. Nothing but bloodlust echo's in his little mind. I giggle to myself and say:

"Good morning Mr. Paladin. I see you're awake now. That's too bad."

The paladin screams through the bandages, but all that comes out is a muffled cry, barely audible despite me being right beside him.

"I'm going to have a lot more trouble draining you if you don't hold still, you know that right?"

He thrashes and protests under the chains while still letting out his cries of defiance, but all of it is just a hinderance to me. His dick, now properly lubed up and aroused, is ready for the full course. I place my feet on either side of his belly button, and undoing my visage form I show him the demon that's going to kill him. I give him a little wave and a wink as I lower myself down onto his manhood, and slowly delve myself deeper and deeper until every inch of his penis is inside of me. I let out a little sigh, enjoying the sense of fullness and the tingling I feel. The paladin is not as calm as I. He screams and cries and wails, thrashes and kicks and punches what little space the chains allow him, and stares absolute daggers into my eyes. I look back and giggle. It's so fun watching this proud man be reduced to nothing but an object to me. A toy for me to play with until I tire and dispose of it. I lift myself upwards until only the head remains inside. I wonder what noises he will be making after his first orgasm. I drop myself back down to the base, and the paladin lets out a whimper. If he's already being reduced to such a myriad of noises just after insertion, imagine him after I've been draining him continuously for upwards of half an hour. I rise again. The ranger didn't have the endurance or the will to continue after it was apparent I won, but the Paladin has a lifetime of hatred for my kind. I fall back down to the bottom, and I grind myself against his pelvis. I think the spirit of the paladin will be harder to break. But it will be broken, and my pussy finds itself dragging up his cock yet again. 

I decide to start my anal massage earlier than with the ranger. I feel I didn't get to explore the ranger as much as I wanted to. My fingers also focus on the nipples of the paladin. I don't have any spells available to increase the pleasure he will feel, however that won't stop me from teasing him without end. My tail pokes and prods at his rosebud behind, and releases glob after glob of aphrodisiac lube. The paladin thrusts and shakes and cries out in defiance, but also releases sweet moans whenever I lower myself against him. I begin to tune out the noises he makes, they tire me. I instead focus my attention to his now erect nipples, which is poke, and twist, and pull at. I roll my finger around his areola, creating little circles trapping his perky nipples. I ponder if his violent thrusts and shakes are meant to try to escape or just so my finger will accidently graze his nipple instead of circling around it. Haha. Desperate boy. 

Eventually his ass becomes loosened enough for my tail to begin exploring. I slowly wiggle my heart shaped end forwards, lifting itself and pushing itself downwards ever so slightly to acclimate him to the sudden feeling of fullness. The aphrodisiac is doing a fantastic job of keeping his ass relaxed, despite the rest of his body very clearly not being. My tail wiggles, prods, taps and vibrates slowly and gently inside of him while every so cautiously delving deeper inside, looking for the almighty prostate within. This adventure is shorter than the rangers was, as I locate the prostate barely less than two inches inside. I wiggle and caress his inner walls, while focusing the direction of the aphrodisiac towards his g-spot. As I do so, I start to feel a hardening inside me. He's about to burst.

I quicken the pace of my hips, rising and falling in fractions of a second, I tighten my pussy as much as I physically can and I pinch his nipples harder than I have before, and eventually the proud paladin releases, spewing out semen he's been building up presumably his whole lifetime directly into a demons womb, an egregious sin for the holy warrior. Poor boy. 

XP Gained! (2443!)

Total XP: (6033!)

 

 

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