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Deima kicked open the large doors and entered the chambers of the incubus lord, startling him as he brandished a syringe on a nearby table. The room was large, sweet smelling candles dotted the floor as they led towards a large roofed bed fit for a demon lord. Another large door could be found to the left of her, but this time it frothed hot steam from the gap. Tash stood there, clad in nothing but his pants. Soft blue skin brightened the room as he strutted towards the wendigan, his hips swayed as he stroked his toned chest. A slow smile crept upon the face, as if in some twisted plan he was expecting her.

"Well, colour me surprised."

"Yes, be surprised." She huffed as she clenched her fists before releasing them. The visor was slightly unnerving to him, as if behind it lay nothing but darkness.

"Come on darling, there's no need to act all tough about it. This is a place of relaxation." With great reluctance she removed the metal slabs upon her arms, before placing her fingers on the rims of the visor and placed it on the floor. Cold yellow eyes stared back at him, perhaps it was better if the visor was put back on.

"I suppose you'll be wanting your prize, well there it is! Take it." He gestured towards the misshapen, pulsating relic on top of the bed. The wendigan reached out for it, but the open hand retracted slowly as she looked away from the relic. The lord raised an eyebrow, he strutted closer towards the demon. His claws stroked the side of the bed as he rested his bountiful thigh upon it.

"Hesitant are we? The relic wasn't the only thing you were wanting, was it?" The wendigan stared daggers into the lord, as she rubbed her wrists. That battle had done a number on her to her evident disappointment.

"I do not know what you are talking about. Is heat, that is all." Tash smiled with sultry eyes as he placed his dainty hand upon her breastplate.

"Oh I see, you're looking for an...outlet. Your lord's last bodyguard looked for an outlet, but he ended up denying himself. A shame, it's boring having to fuck the same old succubi, they don't even survive the night." The lord rolled his eyes as he rubbed his hand against the cold steel, only to have it moved out by the back of Deima's hand.

"But you don't look like the type of demon to deny yourself. I bet you won't even let me strike you down even if I wanted to!" The incubus's fist glowed a bright purple as he prepared to strike her face, but before it could land it was caught by Deima's hand. He felt another hand smack onto the top of his bountiful behind, he bit his lip as her hand sunk in deep. He looked back to her face, red with intense guilt and her eyes darting to the sides.

"Ah, firm hands. You love this feeling don't you? Years of soul residue built up inside my figure just for this moment, I'm sure your lord wouldn't mind if we mingled around for a few hours, or more?" The demon looked towards him, a smile dawned upon her lips. A primal, lustful and terrifying smile that signalled the end of her restraint. Bodyguards don't fuck their bosses, but then this wasn't her boss.

"Get on bed, now." Deima pushed him to the edge of the bed as she unbuckled her armour and threw off her suit. She turned around as the bra and underwear were stripped and thrown off to the side, revealing her naked flesh to the young incubus. The large demon straddled upon his lap, letting his hands embrace her pale, scarred back in unrefined lust. She drew a heavy breath from her lungs, she was a warrior and would do as she pleased! But this was lord Tash, and an incubus at that, and she knew neither about them. She hoped her lord would not notice her absence for the next few hours.

"What is your name? So rude of me not to ask."

"Deima, is name you will remember."

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This was why I named this episode 'To Court An Incubus', I always had this in the back of my mind. One more picture and this episode will be complete!

Hope you enjoy!

Description
Deima kicked open the large doors and entered the chambers of the incubus lord, startling him as he brandished a syringe on a nearby table. The room was large, sweet smelling candles dotted the floor as they led towards a large roofed bed fit for a demon lord. Another large door could be found to the left of her, but this time it frothed hot steam from the gap. Tash stood there, clad in nothing but his pants. Soft blue skin brightened the room as he strutted towards the wendigan, his hips swayed as he stroked his toned chest. A slow smile crept upon the face, as if in some twisted plan he was expecting her.

"Well, colour me surprised."

"Yes, be surprised." She huffed as she clenched her fists before releasing them. The visor was slightly unnerving to him, as if behind it lay nothing but darkness.

"Come on darling, there's no need to act all tough about it. This is a place of relaxation." With great reluctance she removed the metal slabs upon her arms, before placing her fingers on the rims of the visor and placed it on the floor. Cold yellow eyes stared back at him, perhaps it was better if the visor was put back on.

"I suppose you'll be wanting your prize, well there it is! Take it." He gestured towards the misshapen, pulsating relic on top of the bed. The wendigan reached out for it, but the open hand retracted slowly as she looked away from the relic. The lord raised an eyebrow, he strutted closer towards the demon. His claws stroked the side of the bed as he rested his bountiful thigh upon it.

"Hesitant are we? The relic wasn't the only thing you were wanting, was it?" The wendigan stared daggers into the lord, as she rubbed her wrists. That battle had done a number on her to her evident disappointment.

"I do not know what you are talking about. Is heat, that is all." Tash smiled with sultry eyes as he placed his dainty hand upon her breastplate.

"Oh I see, you're looking for an...outlet. Your lord's last bodyguard looked for an outlet, but he ended up denying himself. A shame, it's boring having to fuck the same old succubi, they don't even survive the night." The lord rolled his eyes as he rubbed his hand against the cold steel, only to have it moved out by the back of Deima's hand.

"But you don't look like the type of demon to deny yourself. I bet you won't even let me strike you down even if I wanted to!" The incubus's fist glowed a bright purple as he prepared to strike her face, but before it could land it was caught by Deima's hand. He felt another hand smack onto the top of his bountiful behind, he bit his lip as her hand sunk in deep. He looked back to her face, red with intense guilt and her eyes darting to the sides.

"Ah, firm hands. You love this feeling don't you? Years of soul residue built up inside my figure just for this moment, I'm sure your lord wouldn't mind if we mingled around for a few hours, or more?" The demon looked towards him, a smile dawned upon her lips. A primal, lustful and terrifying smile that signalled the end of her restraint. Bodyguards don't fuck their bosses, but then this wasn't her boss.

"Get on bed, now." Deima pushed him to the edge of the bed as she unbuckled her armour and threw off her suit. She turned around as the bra and underwear were stripped and thrown off to the side, revealing her naked flesh to the young incubus. The large demon straddled upon his lap, letting his hands embrace her pale, scarred back in unrefined lust. She drew a heavy breath from her lungs, she was a warrior and would do as she pleased! But this was lord Tash, and an incubus at that, and she knew neither about them. She hoped her lord would not notice her absence for the next few hours.

"What is your name? So rude of me not to ask."

"Deima, is name you will remember."

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This was why I named this episode 'To Court An Incubus', I always had this in the back of my mind. One more picture and this episode will be complete!

Hope you enjoy!