A Willing Plaything By Rafaela Valdez “'Go to Xaer Grotto!!' they said. 'You'll be done in a day at most!!' they said.” Siofra quietly mumbled to herself as she continued to descend the same staircase she had for what felt like hours. Her spear was beginning to weigh heavily on her back as she swapped her torch from one hand to another, giving her left arm a break from carrying it a while and instead rubbing the back of her neck with it, sighing as she continued the ever slow downward spiral. The runes on the wall began to blur together into meaningless word salad in her head. It was times like this she wished she had paid closer attention to linguistics classes; she could barely read a word of the Script of Embers, the most common of the demonic tongues in the world, whereas paladins younger than her could speak it fluently. The only words she could make out were things like “hunger” and “titties.” Probably because those were things she deemed actually important to herself. What an embarrassment. Thanks to this, she was sure she had passed by this same spiral stair a thousand times before. Forget doing this mission in less than a day's time, she had forgotten even what day of the week it should be by now. Always a bad sign when you're out adventuring. Her ration pouches and canteen were beginning to run low and if she didn't find an entrance or exit to anywhere else soon, she might actually be in the not fun kind of trouble for the first time in a while. It was getting a bit cold, too. She would admonish herself for coming dressed solely in a chainmail bikini, but to be fair, she looked damn good in it. And it was hot outside when she got here. She also had a few fire spells tucked away just in case. Anyone complaining about how she was dressed at this point had issues. Still, even with the red silk that padded her freckled breasts and prevented the steel links from pinching at her sensitive areas, that shit was starting to get cold and make certain bits of her chest stand on end. Pop. Just like a thermometer. Eventually, her brain shifted a few gears around and she began to walk back up, checking something out. Within a minute, she was already back to the surface, nighttime gazing down at her as the torch illuminated her surroundings. Yup, this is exactly the place she entered. Her eyes looked back down, then around, and back down again before she grit her teeth and widened her eyes in frustration. “Motherfucking demons put a fucking illusion on this staircase, I knew it!” she growled as she took a seat on a nearby chunk of stony ruin. “I wasted so much time down there. Bah. If only there was another way in...” Siofra leaned back as she spoke to nobody, feeling the rock she was on shift and stir, moving aside and dropping her ass over teakettle into a chamber far far below before returning to its original position and sealing the hole back up. The paladin landed with a thud, her torch clattering down next to her, extinguished, spear thankfully intact as she gauged exactly how sore she was, where would be most bruised, and if she could focus long enough to remember the words to a basic lighting spell or not. Hopefully she wasn't concussed, but it's not like anyone would be able to tell much of a difference with her as usual anyways, with how stubborn and loud she was to begin with. A moment passed in dark and silent obscurity, leaving Siofra groggily groping around for her torch, wishing she was groping something else as she did. Hell, she wished she was anywhere else. This Grotto was grody and she was about ready to head home and tell one of her squires to do it. Preferably one with an actual linguistics degree so they could map this place without running into shitty and obvious traps. Her self-loathing and frustrations at this terrible side quest were lay astray as a hard, sharp tapping against the cool, stony floor echoed through the room, starting from the opposite end of Siofra, unable to see shit as it moved in ever closer to her. The steps grew thicker and louder in her skull as she made her way up, trying to get her spear out and leaving her torch to wilt in the darkness. The blade stuck out far, swiping from side to side, trying to find what was there, heart pounding. The noises stopped just to the right of Siofra. Her torch was taken and a finger snapped, producing a spark from the fingernails of that whom now claimed ownership of the tool, relightning it and giving a soft warm aura to her visage, revealing to the young paladin whom she now would meddle with in this dungeon. “Did you drop this, girly?” said the new figure, the torch growing stronger and stronger, the distinct features of the newcomer coming into a much crisper focus. Her skin was a red hue, tinted with shades of purple. A pair of mighty, thick, ribbed horns shot out of her forehead and curled back towards her ass. Her flesh was clad in nothing but a thin black robe with hood, which barely covered her, her tits and spaded tail happily sticking out. That body was covered from head to toe in layers of intricate and old tattoos and piercings. Thick, black hair shone in the light dangling freely from her head. Pubes matching that hair were shining in that barely lit darkness as Siofra couldn't help but look up and down, her body tensing up a bit as her face flushed as red as the freckles that spread across her nose. It had been some time since she had encountered a succubus in the wild, especially one with wings tight against her own body like that, perking up curiously now and again as she watched the young paladin eye her. Goddamn, were those nipple rings with a cute gold chain connecting them she saw? Praise Fyrshala. Now she was almost glad she got lost. Eventually her mind wrapped back around and remembered she had been asked a question. “Y-Yes? That's mine...” Siofra huffed weakly, a bit too punch drunk form her injuries and taken in by this lovely visage before her. Her body tingled all over as she tried to focus, willing up a few bits of healing magick to rub her head with, feeling a certain bit of magickal energy she hadn't felt in a long while stir up near her stomach, curious as to if the presence of demonic auras was screwing with her usually spellcasting channels. “And I'll bet what's about to pop out is yours, too, hmm?” asked the demoness. “Have you come to take the Lyre of Seduction from us?” “I? What? Yes, I mean, no, I mean, there's more of you here?” asked Siofra, confused and aroused. The air felt thicker than it had in the stairwell or outside. A soft, faint tone of a tune came into play far off in the distance. Each note plucked made Siofra's will to fight and slay ebbed downwards, her mind fogging a bit as she slowly began to forget her original mission, instead wondering if she could stay a while, perhaps overnight or for a week, and possibly get laid by such wonderful, gorgeous figures. Demon magicks were a tricky bastard relying on such trappings. The music that was plucked off the demoness' lyre created tones so suggestive to the more mortal listener, resonating in their bodies as arousal and desire, making their carnal wants come to the forefront. All of that odd heating brought back memories of a certain jungle to Siofra's mind, her brain lost in thought of drinking a certain potion and her body growing a particular appendage and having it longly and lovingly broken in by a sweet, delicious crew of hunter maidens. She missed them. It had been a few months since that happened. Perhaps she should return. But for now, the magicks wrapping through her body and veins made do with making her magickal cock protrude forth from her crotch once more, bulging against silk and chain below, setting her weapon down and walking over shyly to the demoness, her mind and body now hers to toy with. “Do you like our song, young paladin?” asked the demoness as she pulled Siofra in to a torchlit chamber nearby, a pedestal round with a large pentegram painted on it sitting in the middle of the room with four more lovely succubi standing one to a corner, one of them strumming that lute slowly and thoughtfully. “Yes. I do, mistress. My body feels weird, though. Can you help me?” asked Siofra, completely and utterly turned over to the power of that song, her chest and crotch both heaving as she yearned to be out of her armored restraints. “I'll listen to you as long as you like. Please, I'm so lost, mistress.” “Well, come now and lay down here in the middle between us all.” the demoness slowly nudged Siofra towards the pedestal, inviting her to lay as she nodded to her fellow succubi and whispered to them. “Well shit, we got an easy one. Something tells me she's the easy type to begin with, but I could smell that sex magick flowing in her so she should provide us with enough energy for a while. I mean, we barely even began strumming the lute and her enchanted cock flopped out like it was nothing. I knew she'd be a ripe one.” “Yeah yeah. We heard you the first time when you originally saw her coming in to invade our cave.” another succubus replied, sighing a bit. “Can we fuck her and leave her dry yet or what?” “What're you talking about?” asked Siofra, undressing and sitting naked in full view of her captors. “Mistress, I want you to do things to me! I'll reciprocate, I promise!” “...Have we ever gotten one this willing before? Or this annoying?” asked the lute player, strumming now and again to keep the young paladin enticed. “Maybe she doesn't even need the music or magick; she looks pretty eager, unlike all those generic and almost boring straight farm girls we keep seeming to pick up instead who leave here with the typical tale of kissing a girl that one time. And it looks like she has way more energy for us to sustain on than them, too. If you know what I mean.” Siofra waved to the group, her freckled and tanned cock half up and her face smiling. She made no attempt to hide any part of her body as she drooled and thought of what might happen to her down here. Even if she were to die, being eaten up by a bunch of cute succubi would definitely be a contender for best ways to go. “So which one of us is going to test her to see if she's willing and not faking being enchanted for a free blowjob?” “Why don't you go, since you asked?” “Why not send the leader who originally distracted her?” “Send the lutist!” The succubi argued amongst themselves until the original seductress who showed her face to Siofra shoved the youngest and most inexperienced succubus out of the group and towards the paladin, giving her a set of four cuffs and chains to tie her to the pedestal with. Two for the wrists, two for the ankles, to be chained through the floor and made tight so that the paladin's body would be splayed out and every inch of her front put on display, laid down so that any woman could easily crawl on top of her and take a nice, long, forceful ride. The young demoness reluctantly went forth and began to coax Siofra into laying down, rubbing her chest slowly as she put the shackles in place. “Oh, are we gonna play a bondage game? I'd like that!” grinned Siofra, letting her cock point up and her balls rest against the cool stone. The inexperienced succubus gave a frown of annoyance. Is this the kind of crap she was supposed to work with? She had heard the others spend long nights discussing virgins and vagabonds and such they took in and convinced to have a lay, but her first night on the team was entirely different. Maybe they were making shit up, she had no idea. Either way, her discontentment showed strongly as she disrobed and climbed up on top of Siofra's hips. “Yeah, sure, just sit still and let me ride you.” said the demoness, riding her slit and clit up to Siofra's strong, tanned cock, watching as the foreskin began to roll itself back and stick up more. “I could use the energy and you talk too much as is.” “Eh? I was more in the mood for a titjob while you sucked me off or something but your tits are too small as is anyways...” ruminated Siofra, her mind far too addled on hormones to realize exactly what she was saying. “Just have fun, would you?” Insulted, the demoness scratched at Siofra's bare tits and neck, making some deep marks, unbleeding, watching as she arched up and howled suddenly at the pain. In her sweet strong freckled cock went into the succubus' slit, penetrating her fully already and deeply, filling and stretching her cunt out without any teasing or such taking place. Maybe she shouldn't be fooling around with such a jumpy paladin for her first night of work like this. The demoness widened her eyes strong and growled, hissing down at Siofra and puffing an angry, aggressive aphro as the lute strummed in the background, making sure the knight was all but completely incapacitated and behaving like a good sex doll should. “Where do you get off just shoving it in like that?” she growled as she looked down at Siofra, her cunt immediately widening and heating up a bit, feeling her unholy juices begin to leak forth and slick down the knight's mighty fleshy lance and watching as her own clit engorged and reddened. She was a big one, alright. No wonder the others wanted her. “I dunno, like this?” The paladin stared back, confused and humping, swirling her hips and drooling a bit as she bucked her cock in and out, her pair of fat, ripe balls below feeling nice and full and in need of a good, strong release, be it in or on this demon, she didn't care, so long as she worked that wonderful magick and songs making her so horny some more, her wrists and ankles rubbing up hard against the shackles as she wiggled and fucked, eager, wishing she could free her hands just to stroke at those wonderful small tits before her. Damn, those looked cute to her. Something about the unholy juices residing in the slit of the succubus and the holy magicks emanating from the leaks of Siofra's mighty girlcock created a strong, pulsing force and the two immediately got to work, pounding and riding the other in speed and ecstasy. They were both hot and tight, Siofra's balls slowly gauging upwards as she pressed up, all her body could do strapped down like that as she panted and wriggled deep inside her lover. The succubus groaned in surprise; the knight's lengthy and hefty experience, not to mention balls to match, rode her hard and long and deep, teaching her to probably take better targets from here on and not listen to those that tell her to go first. Or maybe she should. She had no idea if this was the norm with girls, or those otherwise equipped with such strong extruding appendages, that they captured, but Siofra's cock was strong. Perhaps it was the good magick meeting the bad and mixing up inside deep of them, feeling rapidly closer to bursting and dripping over them both, the knight enjoying her captivity a bit too much as she put power behind each thrust, as if it would help her escape, her shaft slick and sliding deep in and out of those sweet demon slit lips and prodding that head against that clit on re-entry, trying to see if she could dig deep enough to find that unholy womb of which her cock oh so desired to fill up, her balls swelling hard deep beneath the two of them and making the pentegram glow a bit as both their slickened juices and precum spilled out onto it, not caring for the world how strong or big of a mess they made. Sure, she was new at this, but it was a fun way to break herself in to the job. The others totally knew what they were doing, anticipating the knight to be a wild one from how easy she was ensnared, knowing that watching someone so inexperienced get so wrecked would give them an idea of what to expect, the lute player going stronger and louder with each thrust until she was barely able to keep time with the knight and the predator on top of her, watching them snort and roar as they fucked and mated strong on top of that stone so cold, heating up rapidly under their fleshy bodies, one red and one pale and speckled pink, enjoying the show before them with great vigor. Within minutes of mounting the knight and letting her lance pierce her that deep, she quickly found herself cumming and snorting, her slit leaking all over Siofra's unfinished cock and leaving it hard and sticking up strong, a trickle of holy, glistening precum sprinkling and leaking easily from the tip of it, as if inviting the next one to try to finish her off as fully as she deserved. “Take a break, cutie, and let the others roll on in and try me. You can watch all you like!” grinned Siofra, watching as the young succubus rolled off her dick and towards the side, her slit and thighs a mess of cummy shambles, white and clear and sticky and stained against that cute crimson flesh. “So who's next? I'm still full! She was sweet but didn't suck it dry. Live up to the suck part of your name, succubi, would you?” That taunt made one of the other demoness' laugh, pouncing herself immediately on Siofra, not giving her a moment's respite. The knight's eyes went wide as she felt her grip her dick in her strong, warm, unholy hands, a small tinge of warmth surging through her balls as the succubus cast a small spell on them, her hand gripping it hard and beginning to jerk Siofra's prick off at lightning speed, making the knight rear back and howl in agony. “Sounds like this mortal woman needs a lesson in manners, eh, leader?” she grinned as she grate her tips of her nails against the head of Siofra's cock, dipping one inside and playing with all the precum slowly leaking and unloading out of her. “N-no! That's too fast! F-fuck, please, be nice, I only got one of those!” said Siofra as she squirmed and screamed, feeling her cock surge and flick itself around, thrashing with her as she was forcefully brought to the edge of cumming, whimpering suddenly and staring up at her captor with wide, surprised eyes, like the sex hound she was. “Well, do you want to cum?” the succubus asked, slowing way way down and only giving her enough sensation near the bottom of her shaft where her balls met to keep her hard and suffering. The demoness took Siofra's thick precum and smeared it in circles around the pentagram, as if offering it as a tribute to the forces below, making it glow and shine a bit more and warmer than it had with the first girl. “Y-yes please, I'll be good, ma'am.” whimpered Siofra, trying her best to rub up against the palm of that hand close to her, only to find it just barely out of reach. That finger dipping ever deeper inside of her prick too felt so strange, like a plug of sorts, making it unable for her to cum. She had no idea if it was because it was being physically blocked, magickally blocked, some of both, or what, but she couldn't cum and her balls were starting to swell to an uncomfortable, tight fullness. It was then that the demoness gripping Siofra's prick called another one of the girls over. The lutist, the young one, and the leader all watched as these two met, inviting the new succubus to sit on Siofra's cock backwards, facing out so she could see the other woman and begin to slowly and strongly make out with her, forcing the paladin to fuck her as she gripped that shaft down hard, making her a magick cockring so she'd be unable to burst or ejaculate just yet, being used as a mere fleshy toy for the two womens' pleasure, being made to buck and bounce wildly and strong as Siofra gurgled and groaned, her eyesight full of a nice, wide back and ass, just barely able to make out an angle at which she could watch these two finger and lick each other as she rode one hard to orgasm, then the other, their nails clawing deep in each others' red skin and tits, watching as those nipples got traced and squeezed, whimpering and longing to have someone do it to her. Groans and exaggerated moanings from the two filled the air as Siofra got rolled and fucked hard, her hips pounding up and down like a hammer would against both their slits, growling and panting as thick, horny aphro filled the air more and made Siofra's balls and prick throb and swell in a dire need to release, watching the women using her, enjoying each other so much wasn't helping her one single bit. The demoness' would trade hands and trace their cum and Siofra's leakages back down on the pentagram some more before they finished off all over the paladin's prick and rolled off, their cunts nice and lovingly stretched out and eagerly dripping with their own cum as much as, if not more than, the young inexperienced succubus was. The three that were done sat together and licked each others' wounds, taking turns mounting each other with their spades and fingers and tongues in an orgy to tempt and mock the poor, bound knight with, fully intending to keep her at that sweet, desirable edge of orgasm, until the point it ached. There she sat. And still yet the knight hadn't orgasmed, not one tiny little bit. The precum kept building and leaking as her fat balls stung and her body roared in tenderness, her bits sensitive to absolutely everything now, reduced to her most base mentality and physical form just to provide pleasure to an endless cavalcade of women. Sure, it was nice to be their slave, but it was getting to the point that even Siofra was begging to be darned and left to her own devices. Preferably to go sit on a block of ice for a week with how sore she was getting. Her patience was growing as thin as her cock was bulging and thick and her teeth gnashed as drool leaked out of her mouth, thrashing a bit in her bindings again and snarling. “Y-you know, mistress, this isn't what I signed up for! When do I get a fair turn? I wanna be milked, by Fyrshala's tits, let me get off and I'll leave you all be and abandon whatever it was I came here for, I promise you all that!” Siofra began to plead and bargain. Even with the lute stuffing her face and ears full, her brain was too far gone to remember that seductive little slut of a stringed instrument was originally why she came here. “I won't mention any of you in my report at all, no matter how much I should! Just give me the blowjob I wanted already” “My my, aren't you a cranky one right now? I do remember a certain knight here saying she promised she would do anything we wanted first in return for her own blessed orgasm. And all of us need their proper turns first.” the leader grinned and snorted, making her way over to Siofra and pressing her own bare cunt against the knight's mouth and grinding a bit, slit to tongue, “Keep your end of the bargain, and shut your mouth already, you dumb whore of a warrior, and put that tongue to better use!” Siofra gagged a bit in surprise, her hips and cock jumping up again and thrusting at the air as she leaked and groaned, her tongue slowly working its way up into the demonic slit above her, giving it a curious taste as the lute player put her music down, knowing the paladin wouldn't be able to escape no matter what now, and pressed her ample and soft bosom against the knight's cock and balls, slipping it between them and pillowing them in a sweet, sweet caress as the leader above took that tongue inside and swirled her hips around on Siofra's face. The knight made a few muffled grunts and squeaks, her voice escaping into the demonic womb above her, echoing deep inside of her and slobbering down her own chin. “Now those are the kinds of noises I prefer hearing out of horny mortals like you. What's say we finish her and leave her a sopping, sticky mess in this dungeon? It looks like she's about to burst forth like a dam and could serve to recharge us and our magicks well should we keep her up, if you know what I mean.” taunted the leader demoness, grinning as she looked down and snapped her fingers, inviting the lutist to come in and begin stroking and milking that mighty holy lance between her taut tits. The music player took her tongue and flicked it hungrily against Siofra's shaft and head as she stroked it up and down, pushing her tits against those fat, yearning, reddened balls of Siofra's, watching her cock twitch and leak thick as it yearned to be set free of its magickal ring and cum anywhere. It didn't matter where her seed landed at this point to her so long as it got the hell out of her and gave her some semblance of relief. And those soft, warm, devilish tits felt so nice and deeply massaging against her that she could barely stand it. All this tension made her groan and eat and slurp in deeper, being forced to eat the leader out in a much messier and quicker pace than what she had wished, making it a nice, hard, rough ride versus her usual nicer, softer lickings she loved to give cute barmaids over the counter. Those memories blurred in Siofra's head as she sucked on that sweet, red, hardened little demon clit, making sure to give every single bit of it a good, hard sucking and nibbling, her tongue gorging itself on thick, musky devil juices and groaning deep, wishing for all the world she could raise her cuffed hands up and grope that ass and those wide, tight hips as she feasted. All she could see from this angle was ass and wings; the lutist was far out of sight as she stroked her up, not knowing where she'd go next as she puffed her tits up strong against her. “I think she's had enough of it, can you tell? Can't you smell the desperation running off of her and in her sweat in every single way, ladies? What say you, shall we let her cum and make a mess of her own chest and stomach and leave her be to clean up?” asked the leader, grinning as she edged closer to her own long desired orgasm. “I say let her have it; we don't want to damage such a nice holy lance like that monster prick she has, now do we? What if she came back for more? She seems hungry enough to at any rate.” With that, the magick ring was unlocked and the lips of the demoness placed themselves hard down on Siofra's cockhead and sucked up and down hard in junction with her tits, forcing the paladin to arch up and buck, spilling forth a few strong, healthy streams of holy cum all over the devil's face, dripping down her tits, watching as most of it landed on her own body, screaming and howling in long awaited cumming as she shot her tongue up messily inside the devil above her, forcing her to cum in tandem with her and drip down her, overloading every single one of her senses with the smell and taste of cummy goodness everywhere. The pentagram on the pedestal glowed brightly and unlocked Siofra from her confines, at once sending a nice, refreshing warmth through the room, the devils bathing in it as if it was their salvation. All Siofra could do was recover and watch as her cock went from steely stiff to flaccid and drained, her balls rubbery and finally at rest after a long, arduous ordeal. They fought well and won the prize it sought, and now it was time for them to rest a while more. Her brain slowly pieced what had happened together as the succubi sighed in relief. “Well, thanks for being our sacrifice, mortal. You can return home now that we've drained you sufficiently. You're free to come back and experience this again at any time!” said the leader, wiping herself off on her robe and throwing Siofra's stuff back at her, the knight just barely and groggily catching it. Included was a small towel to wipe herself off, which she gladly and immediately used and tossed aside before getting dressed and re-equipping her spear. “...You're not gonna kill me or come eat the kingdom or anything?” the knight asked, confused. “Nah, this is easier for us. And way more fun. You just take it easy and rest a few days to recover. Ice your hefty balls or something, kid.” “...I think I may drop by again. You always hang out here?” “Usually yeah, you'll know us by the strum of the lute.” “Well, as much as I should be punishing naughty little devils like you, I think I'll keep you around instead. I'll just tell my superiors I found nothing of interest here and it's not worth investigating. But you better keep your end of it and tie me up like that again if I come back.” “What a disgusting little paladin you are. I like you.” “Heh, same to you.” All was said and done, so Siofra waved and blew some kisses on her way out, slowly finding a staircase back through the hole she had dropped in on and made her way up and out and back towards home, whistling a bit as she let the cool night air seep through her chain and cool her cock off a bit, keeping it out a while more before she would retract it back for a few days of very deserved rest. At first, this cock took a while of getting used to, but the longer she had it, the more she enjoyed having another outlet and yet another way to please the women of the village, making sure to treat it as strong and healthy as the orgasms it gave her, lest it wither and embarrass her in bed. It was only when she was almost back to the castle she remembered what she had originally gone down for. “...They don't need to know.” she thought, returning home and flopping into her bed at the castle for a while, sleeping hard and sound for a few days straight, only getting up to feed herself. The report she turned in spoke very little of the actual incident, trying her best to ignore any of the saucy details and keeping those for her own tavern stories and for her own bragging rights. If she was going to have a cock now, she was going to be sure to act like one, too. It only matched that she be as ballsy as her body now was. Anytime anyone went to the grotto to check, they were found only with that magick and endless staircase, Siofra purposefully neglecting to speak of the secret entrance. This little devil trap was going to be all hers, selfishly, her own little treasure hoard. If anyone asked why she was sleeping so much, she just lied and said that grotto she went to made her come down with something fierce. She knew they didn't need to know that it was a case of cumming down something fierce, though.