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Hector watched.

It was all he could do from where he was, poised in such a way as to be witness to everything, yet have influence over nothing. His own actions had brought him here, had brought him to such a pitiful state as this - yet there was no space left in his conscious mind for such introspection; he was mesmerized on every level by the raw display of power before him.

To describe the pair of figures before him as 'large' would have set a new standard for understatement, even at the same time as it would have been wildly inaccurate. On the one hand, by comparison to Hector the two women atop the sprawling bed were indeed positively monolithic; living mountains of splendor and perfection whose mere presence alone would have been enough to bring even the most stoic of wills to its knees. On the other, the stark reality was that neither woman was actually any larger than normal. It was Hector who was tiny.

It was Hector who had become enamored and enraptured by the infernal creature that now toyed with his partner. It was Hector who had sought her out, had beseeched her to lay upon him such cruelties as would make the souls of masochists twist and turn. It was Hector who had laid tribute upon tribute at her feet, reached deep into the coffers of his estate and bestower upon her ownership of his wealth, his lands, his every treasure and trinket. It was Hector who had eventually had nothing left to give but himself and his soul; leaving him shrunken and enslaved to the will of the horned devil who had seduced his lover before his very eyes and taken her for her own twisted pleasures.

At least, that's how Hector believed it to be.

In truth, Hector had never really been anything more than a pawn for the icon of sin before him. Minx was the true mastermind.

It was Minx who had perceived the weakness and the frailty of the mortal man's resolve. It was Minx who had planted the seeds of desire with well placed words and subtle gestures, intoxicating mind, body and soul to the image of her face, the cadence of her voice, the superiority of her very being. It was Minx who had imparted gifts and pleasures upon her newest toy, knowing that each time he would attempt to outdo himself in a bid to earn her affections and her favor. It was Minx who had gently massaged the spirit of the man who had offered up his entire life to her piece by piece, until he collapsed at her feet and offered himself as a final tribute.

It was Minx who had taken no small amount of satisfaction in accepting that offering.

It was Minx who had smirked with amusement as she made the barest of gestures with a single finger, watching the man she owned shrinking before her, dwindling and disappearing until he was scarcely the size of a cockroach on on the altar before her.

It would have been hilariously easy to end it there, to simply take one step forward and squash the pathetic little thing under the sole of her shoe with all the effort of stepping on a bug. But it would have been such a waste to simply let such a faithful toy be extinguished so easily, not when there was more she could yet take from him.

And that is why it was Minx who had wrapped Hector's lover in the snare of her own seduction, Minx who had worn her latest acquisition on her necklace like a pendant as she laid a string of intoxicating kisses on her decoration's partner. It was Minx who had peeled off the layers of the lady's clothing piece by piece, bringing her to the boiling point before making her sit and wait for her to finish with their 'audience'. It was Minx who had taken needle and thread and stitched Hector into the very fabric of his lover's undergarments, hung from a knob on her dresser and forced to watch as the demon did such things to his lover as would make the prince of darkness himself blush in modesty.

Hector's face had gone quite pale by the time it was over, sweat plastering his hair to his brow as he panted, heart hammering in his chest.

His lover could scarcely moved, her body twitching and panting as she lay sprawled atop Minx's bed, the succubus herself wearing a look of smug satisfaction as she rose to her feet. Silken robes rustled against her as she moved with languid grace, the motion possessed of otherworldly allure as she sauntered over to Hector.

Silence hung in the air, interrupted only by the soft moans emanating from the bed as Minx peered down her nose at her little captive.

"Tell me, Hector." She purred, reaching down to gently stroke his chin with the tip of a fingernail, sending a spasm down his spine as she did so. "Do you have anything else to give?"

"Y-you..." He replied, his voice trembling as much as his body, "y-you h-have everything... e-everything I could ever give you..."

"Do you regret it?" Her eyebrow quirked upwards. Hector stared at her, his jaw open slightly as he shook his head.

"N-no, Goddess Minx... Not a bit... and I would do it all again, if I could."

Her lips pulled back into a vulpine smile as her fingertip shifted, slicing casually through his bonds as his limp body tumbled into her open palm.

"Good... then I am afraid I must correct you; you are wrong that you have nothing left to give..."

She turned back towards the bed, strolling over with Hector clutched in her fist, and settled herself down beside the little man's lover. Minx leaned back, bringing Hector up over her face and letting him slide down into the pinch of forefinger and thumb. He hung there, struggling not to fall as he saw the infernal's features filling his view. Her lips parted, nose-ring glinting in the candle-light as she let her moist, pink tongue loll out onto her chin. Hector's eyes went wide, a choking sound of realization escaping him as Minx let the moment sink into his mind.

Just as he recovered enough to speak... she let him go. Hector fell with a yelp of startled surprise as he landed on Minx's tongue with a soft, wet 'splat'. She gave him no time to recover, no time to come to his senses and plead for mercy. He'd had plenty of time to beg before now, and she was finished with him. He was no longer a man. He was no longer a slave. He was no longer a toy. He was, ultimately, what he always had been...

Gulp.

... A snack.

Behind Minx, the figure on her bed stirred in lazy delight, rubbing herself up against the succubus and purring happily as she recovered from her daze.

"T-that... was... incredible..." She panted, looking up at Minx. "... I want... more..."

"Oh?" Minx replied, her voice oozing honey as her eyes glittered. "And what, pray tell... will you give me for it?"

"Anything... everything... whatever you desire..."

The horned woman let out a rich, rolling laugh as she leaned down over the lady beneath her.

"... Good answer."

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Hector watched.

It was all he could do from where he was, poised in such a way as to be witness to everything, yet have influence over nothing. His own actions had brought him here, had brought him to such a pitiful state as this - yet there was no space left in his conscious mind for such introspection; he was mesmerized on every level by the raw display of power before him.

To describe the pair of figures before him as 'large' would have set a new standard for understatement, even at the same time as it would have been wildly inaccurate. On the one hand, by comparison to Hector the two women atop the sprawling bed were indeed positively monolithic; living mountains of splendor and perfection whose mere presence alone would have been enough to bring even the most stoic of wills to its knees. On the other, the stark reality was that neither woman was actually any larger than normal. It was Hector who was tiny.

It was Hector who had become enamored and enraptured by the infernal creature that now toyed with his partner. It was Hector who had sought her out, had beseeched her to lay upon him such cruelties as would make the souls of masochists twist and turn. It was Hector who had laid tribute upon tribute at her feet, reached deep into the coffers of his estate and bestower upon her ownership of his wealth, his lands, his every treasure and trinket. It was Hector who had eventually had nothing left to give but himself and his soul; leaving him shrunken and enslaved to the will of the horned devil who had seduced his lover before his very eyes and taken her for her own twisted pleasures.

At least, that's how Hector believed it to be.

In truth, Hector had never really been anything more than a pawn for the icon of sin before him. Minx was the true mastermind.

It was Minx who had perceived the weakness and the frailty of the mortal man's resolve. It was Minx who had planted the seeds of desire with well placed words and subtle gestures, intoxicating mind, body and soul to the image of her face, the cadence of her voice, the superiority of her very being. It was Minx who had imparted gifts and pleasures upon her newest toy, knowing that each time he would attempt to outdo himself in a bid to earn her affections and her favor. It was Minx who had gently massaged the spirit of the man who had offered up his entire life to her piece by piece, until he collapsed at her feet and offered himself as a final tribute.

It was Minx who had taken no small amount of satisfaction in accepting that offering.

It was Minx who had smirked with amusement as she made the barest of gestures with a single finger, watching the man she owned shrinking before her, dwindling and disappearing until he was scarcely the size of a cockroach on on the altar before her.

It would have been hilariously easy to end it there, to simply take one step forward and squash the pathetic little thing under the sole of her shoe with all the effort of stepping on a bug. But it would have been such a waste to simply let such a faithful toy be extinguished so easily, not when there was more she could yet take from him.

And that is why it was Minx who had wrapped Hector's lover in the snare of her own seduction, Minx who had worn her latest acquisition on her necklace like a pendant as she laid a string of intoxicating kisses on her decoration's partner. It was Minx who had peeled off the layers of the lady's clothing piece by piece, bringing her to the boiling point before making her sit and wait for her to finish with their 'audience'. It was Minx who had taken needle and thread and stitched Hector into the very fabric of his lover's undergarments, hung from a knob on her dresser and forced to watch as the demon did such things to his lover as would make the prince of darkness himself blush in modesty.

Hector's face had gone quite pale by the time it was over, sweat plastering his hair to his brow as he panted, heart hammering in his chest.

His lover could scarcely moved, her body twitching and panting as she lay sprawled atop Minx's bed, the succubus herself wearing a look of smug satisfaction as she rose to her feet. Silken robes rustled against her as she moved with languid grace, the motion possessed of otherworldly allure as she sauntered over to Hector.

Silence hung in the air, interrupted only by the soft moans emanating from the bed as Minx peered down her nose at her little captive.

"Tell me, Hector." She purred, reaching down to gently stroke his chin with the tip of a fingernail, sending a spasm down his spine as she did so. "Do you have anything else to give?"

"Y-you..." He replied, his voice trembling as much as his body, "y-you h-have everything... e-everything I could ever give you..."

"Do you regret it?" Her eyebrow quirked upwards. Hector stared at her, his jaw open slightly as he shook his head.

"N-no, Goddess Minx... Not a bit... and I would do it all again, if I could."

Her lips pulled back into a vulpine smile as her fingertip shifted, slicing casually through his bonds as his limp body tumbled into her open palm.

"Good... then I am afraid I must correct you; you are wrong that you have nothing left to give..."

She turned back towards the bed, strolling over with Hector clutched in her fist, and settled herself down beside the little man's lover. Minx leaned back, bringing Hector up over her face and letting him slide down into the pinch of forefinger and thumb. He hung there, struggling not to fall as he saw the infernal's features filling his view. Her lips parted, nose-ring glinting in the candle-light as she let her moist, pink tongue loll out onto her chin. Hector's eyes went wide, a choking sound of realization escaping him as Minx let the moment sink into his mind.

Just as he recovered enough to speak... she let him go. Hector fell with a yelp of startled surprise as he landed on Minx's tongue with a soft, wet 'splat'. She gave him no time to recover, no time to come to his senses and plead for mercy. He'd had plenty of time to beg before now, and she was finished with him. He was no longer a man. He was no longer a slave. He was no longer a toy. He was, ultimately, what he always had been...

Gulp.

... A snack.

Behind Minx, the figure on her bed stirred in lazy delight, rubbing herself up against the succubus and purring happily as she recovered from her daze.

"T-that... was... incredible..." She panted, looking up at Minx. "... I want... more..."

"Oh?" Minx replied, her voice oozing honey as her eyes glittered. "And what, pray tell... will you give me for it?"

"Anything... everything... whatever you desire..."

The horned woman let out a rich, rolling laugh as she leaned down over the lady beneath her.

"... Good answer."