Keara was running.

Something was after her, and she was sprinting for all she was worth. She couldn’t see where she was going to, as she plunged through the darkness that seemed to enfold her, she only knew that she had to run. Around her, leaping swirling faces danced about her. Keara tried not to look at them at first, but there were so many, and they were everywhere. She glimpsed a few, all familiar to her. All laughing at her. At her failure. She gave a despairing snarl and dived forward, trying to escape the laughter, the shame, the pursuit of the thing behind her.

She felt something close about her ankle, and somehow knew that the thing had caught her. She felt it twist around her leg, writhing against her. She looked down and saw a crimson tail. She screamed.

And awoke with a start. Heart hammering in her chest, she opened her eyes and gave a despairing groan.

She could feel leather encircling her body, bands of it frog-tying her on her knees. Her arms were folded behind her in a boxtie, a leather sheath covering them and holding them close to her body. Straps ran from the sheath in an X formation over her chest. A brief stab of relief shot through her when Keara realized she was still in her hunter’s garb, though the addition of the brown boots she had been forced into were an unwelcome reminder that even her clothing was not hers to choose.

As awareness flooded through her she felt the horrible weight and presence of the thing around her neck. The strip of leather that was so much more than just that, pregnant with meaning for her. And, for…

“Well, wakey wakey sleepyhead. Did you enjoy your little nap?”

Keara raised her head from its drooped position, and saw her. Pantea, the demoness who had kidnaped her. Stolen her away from what should have been her night. Her one chance to prove to herself that she could do something none of her friends, her classmates, anyone in her social circles had yet done. Capture one measly, wonderful, alluring human captive. Keara had had all manner of wonderful plans for the human, man or woman, that would have made them a drooling infatuated mess in short order.

But now…

She growled as Pantea chuckled, “Still got a bellyful of fire in you, hmm? Well Baby Elf, that’s exactly what I want in my toys.” She gave a languid stretch, showing off her admittedly gorgeous body in all its leather clad glory. She opened one eye, a smile growing across her face showing just a hint of fang, “And that’s all you are now my lil huntress, a toy. My perfect, adorable pet.”

Keara snarled behind the ballgag that kept her mouth occupied, struggling against her bondage in the vain hope of winning free and attacking the succubus. But Pantea just laughed, “Struggle all you want Pet, I do enjoy it. Not that you have any chance.” She settled into her chair, taking up the leash that Keara realized was attached to her collar and winding it in to put just a bit of tension into it between the two of them, “Maybe you’d have a chance back in the mortal realm, if you could think clearly. But you’re in my domain now.”

Keara didn’t let her expression slip, or hoped she didn’t, but felt a tiny, gnawing sense of fear at that. The Infernal Realms? She was truly in…? Bloody damned—

Pantea’s tail slithered out from under the chair she was in, trailing across Keara’s bound thighs and making the Elf girl jump in her bonds. She flushed red as Pantea giggled,

“MMRGHH!! AAA KKKRRRGGHGHH OOOOOOO!!”

Pantea waggled a finger at her as the tail continued to caress Keara’s legs, “Now now Baby Elf, is that any way to treat your Mistress?” The light tone suddenly sharpened as she planted a booted foot on Keara’s chest, wrenching the leash in close to increase the pressure. Keara let out a pained grunt, tinged with a humiliating bit of fear. “Is it?”

Keara refused to give her the satisfaction of cowing her so easily. She opted to growl again into her gag, trying and failing to pull back from the pressure of the boot and leash. Pantea’s smile taunted her, the demoness clearly enjoying the sight of an Elf in bondage and on her leash, at her feet. Trying to take her mind off her domineering captor, she darted her eyes around the room, searching for anything that might aid in an escape attempt.

They were in a large room. Keara couldn’t see any doors or other entrances, it seemed to be totally walled off. The walls themselves were an odd blend of reds and blacks, seemingly throbbing with lust and other desires. The room was dominated by a gigantic bed, with leather, rubber, and soft coverings and pillows scattered about. Apart from that, and the throne-like chair Pantea was sitting in, there were a pair of large wardrobes that seemed to ooze sensual promises of what they might contain. Everything around Keara seemed to scream of the carnal pleasures that could await her, the fun she might have, the glorious sensations…if only she would…give in…

Keara shook her head with an angry grunt, focusing on Pantea again as the latter giggled, “Well it was worth a try Pet. You wouldn’t believe how easily some of my captives have their mental defences overcome by dwelling on what this room entails.” Pantea’s tail left Keara’s legs and traced up her catsuited torso to tease her breasts. The Elf growled again, but it was tinged with a hint of longing that both heard. That brought a flush back to Keara’s face and a renewed grin to Pantea’s, “Oh I am going to enjoy you. My Elf witch of terrible power.” She winked and Keara felt a renewed surge of shame, desire, and anger flood through her. This succubus was mocking her. Grinding her face into her failure! Keara would show her. She would escape. She would visit untold fury on…on…oooohhhhhh…

Keara’s angry internal rant derailed, quite visibly as her eyes lost focus, and she found herself settling more fully into her kneeling position as a plaintive moan was drawn unwillingly out of her by Pantea’s ministrations. The tail expertly flicked at and teased Keara’s nipples through her catsuit, and the Elf momentarily forgot herself as she thrust her chest into Pantea’s boot. The demoness made a soothing murmur, wordlessly passing on her approval as she teased her captive.

Keara’s eyes were still closed as she moaned into her gag when the tail left her breasts, curling up under her chin to tilt her head up. She opened her eyes, her entire being seeming to radiate flushed sexual energy as she met Pantea’s own. The demon woman was sitting up straighter now, her own desires sharpened by Keara’s exuded sensuality, and her crooked grin was noticeably hungrier.

“See my boots Baby Elf?” Keara’s eyes flicked over them without a second thought, noting the gorgeous black leather, everything seeming to shine and glisten in the most exquisite way. They were truly amazing boots, she had to privately admit to herself.

“See how scuffed up they are?” Pantea had picked up a crop from somewhere, and traced it over a few smudges and imperfections that Keara could now see were present. She squirmed a little in her bonds, but Pantea’s grip on her leash, the demoness’ tail, and the boot planted against her chest all contrived to keep her steady, “All those little imperfections are because of you. How long I was waiting around, and then our little…tussle…on the bed. So I think its only right and fair for you to take care of them.”

Keara stared at her for a moment, uncomprehending. Then suddenly the ballgag in her mouth was unbuckled and pulled free while Pantea remained unmoving. Keara squealed in surprise as it came free, an embarrassing build up of drool going with it.”

“Clean my boots…Slave.” Keara felt the force of the command surge inside her mind, battering at her sense of self. A lesser creature would have been overwhelmed in that very instant, mind turned to agreeable subservient jelly. A human would have become utterly infatuated with Pantea with that level of mental command, and all resistance would have fled for a long, long while. Keara was made of sterner stuff though, and the wave of control broke upon her citadel of self. She swayed on her knees, not under Pantea’s dominion, but could not stop from being at least somewhat affected. By the time she had reasserted control of herself, taking only a half dozen seconds to clear her mind, she found she had already bent over the boot on her chest, planting a pair of kisses, and beginning to lick at the foot of it.

“Oh you look sooo good like that, my lil huntress.” The playful tone drew a fresh growl from Keara as she tried to raise her head from the boot. The leash jerked taut and she found herself pressed back into it, forced to keep her mouth and tongue on the leather, “A natural place for you, hmm?”

“Mmmrrrggghh!”

“Your denials are sexy, Baby Elf. Dead wrong, and not believable, but sexy.” Keara couldn’t even shake her head to deny that, and felt renewed probes of her mental defences. She scrabbled internally to remember her lessons in magical defence, throwing up barrier after barrier, creating mazes in her mind. None of it could last, she didn’t have the time or the clarity of purpose to build anything within. Pantea was relentless in her methods, effortlessly switching between physical sensations and mental attacks. Forcing Keara to worship the boot on her chest while probing at her mind. Within ten minutes Keara was panting with the effort of keeping her out while worshipping the second boot, though her own physical reactions were enough that Pantea removed the boot from her chest and couldn’t help but reach out to touch Keara. Keara moaned, her chest rising and falling in a most pleasing way as Pantea’s fingers skillfully groped and stroked their way across her body.

Keara closed her eyes and groaned in shame, lust, and a melange of other feelings that she couldn’t quite name. Her mouth opened again to try to…something…but she found herself forced down and her mouth met the leather of Pantea’s boot once more. She couldn’t help but kiss and suck on it, feeling her captor’s hands move onto her rear. Even as Keara tried to maintain her rage at her captivity, her body unconsciously responded to Pantea’s teasing, cranking up Keara’s own sensuality of movement. Her squirming against her bonds, against Pantea, her soft noises of desire and of resistance, all fanned the flames.

Elven sensuality was not something to lightly trifle with, and Keara even in the clouded reaches of her mind, remembered that.

Keara was too busy trying to repair her mental defences to notice how Pantea’s breath hitched a little, but her attention was brought back when the succubus rose from her teasing. With a snap of her fingers the bands around Keara’s thighs snapped open and fell away. The Elf blinked and then squealed in surprise as an unseen force gripped her from all sides and hauled her upright. She swayed on her feet as Pantea stepped around in front. She looked down at the diminutive demoness, a smart remark about being a pipsqueak surging forward towards her tongue. She opened her mouth, and Pantea jerked the leash forward, forcing her to bend down so that her head was level with Pantea’s own.

“Aaaaooohh!”

Pantea gripped the leash and her other hand found its way to Keara’s braid, holding that as well, as she breathily whispered into Keara’s ear, “Now then Pet, you wouldn’t have been about to make some sort of crack about being above me or something were you?”

“Let me go you Bi—aaaaaoo!” Keara screamed, more in surprise than pain, as Pantea’s crop whistled down. Once. Twice. Thrice. Pantea gave her a toothy grin as the Elf tried to dance away from her, letting the leash play out enough that they weren’t quite touching anymore. Though she had gained some distance, Keara didn’t feel any safer. She distinctly felt like prey being toyed with, and she did not like the feeling.

“Do I need to spend some time instructing you in the consequences of name calling?” Pantea began to circle Keara, crop and tail moving in disconcerting patterns. Keara kept pivoting to keep her in sight, unwilling to allow her to get behind her. Her eyes flicked from the crop to tail and back again, uncertain what to concentrate on. Pantea’s grin widened, “I asked you a question Pet.”

“I’m not your bloody pet!” Keara snarled at her, crimson anger and shame warring for control on her face, “Let me go and I’ll show you in a fair fight!”

“Where’s the fun in fairness?” Pantea asked coyly, waggling an eyebrow. Her tail lashed behind her, her excitement evident in its movements. Keara gave another mighty struggle against her arm bondage then, her torso twisting about and chest heaving. She was a sight enough that Pantea stopped her pacing about, and admired the squirming, wrenching Elf maiden in front of her. “My beautiful, tempestuous huntress. You belong at the end of my leash.”

Keara continued to struggle, flexing against the leather, feeling a bit of it give, “NO…I…DON’T!” She lurched to one side as Pantea gave the leash a pull, then tried to plant her feet, “I’m not a slave!!”

“You and I both know that’s not quite true, is it?” Pantea circled closer, the crop flashing out to tap Keara along her legs, or her torso, or flick at her breasts. The Elf maiden tried to back away, but Pantea was relentless at closing the distance and crowding her backwards, “Back in that bedroom you had noooo issues letting me bind you…gag you…collar you…” Keara tried to lunge at Pantea but the succubus was too quick. She dodged to the side, sliding around behind Keara and wrapping herself around the girl. Her legs locked around Keara’s waist, one arm went across the Elf’s chest, and the other cupped Keara’s chin, forcing her head back to stare up at the swirling ceiling.

“You did all of that willingly, before you even knew how much greater my powers are, how much more I can give you when you give in and submit fully to me. If you were so willing to place yourself into the power of some piddling little human wench, you should have no issue with submitting to me.” Pantea’s mouth was right next to Keara’s ear now, and the Elf couldn’t help but shiver with a mix of anticipation and fear as the succubus huskily added, “After all, I can do so much more for you…to you…all this silly resistance does is delay the pleasure I can give you.” Her tongue licked out and almost caressed Keara’s ear, “Just imagine…no more decisions…no more responsibilities…no one will ever hurt you again…”

Keara shuddered and gave a plaintive whimper.

“All you have to do is surrender Pet…really…just give in to me…let me in to that wonderful mind of yours.” Pantea’s tail slipped around and began to tease Keara’s inner thighs, drawing another, deeper moan from the girl, “I promise I’ll be gentle…until you beg me not to be…and I can promise that the rewards of begging are exquisite Baby Elf.”

Keara tried to shrug the succubus off, tried to move, but it was all in vain. Pantea clung to her like a limpet, her hands and tail stimulating her. Teasing her to heights she never thought she could attain without release. Yet, somehow, the succubus prevented it. Toyed with her, with her pleasure, stoking the fires ever higher, but stopping anything that might waylay the fun. Keara mumbled, and whimpered, and moaned as her efforts met with no success, and Pantea kept up her soft, crooning whispers into her ear. About how wonderful it was going to be. How much fun they were going to have. What Pantea would do for her…to her…with her…

Keara could feel her frantic efforts at mental defence beginning to flag. Her mind kept leaping back to that evening of play, of how she had felt as control had ever so gradually been stripped from her. How she had been toyed with, pleased, and sent careening down the path of sexual submission and pleasure. How good it had felt. Her control began to fray further…

“Tell me your name Baby Elf…” Pantea crooned.

Keara’s eyes snapped open, “NO!!”

She twisted, flexed, and shook herself. Pantea, rather than hanging on and riding her to exhaustion, nimbly leapt away, laughing as she landed, “Soooo close Pet. I very nearly got it that time.”

Keara glared at her, hoping that her expression hid just how much she knew Pantea was right. That had been close. She had nearly stopped struggling against the demoness and her probing attacks. Nearly given herself up again to be a bondage toy. But she hadn’t, she mentally reminded herself. She was still free. Still in this fight. She had to hold on until she was rescued and that meant resistance to the end.

“You sure you don’t want to just tell me the name of my captive?”

“My name is mine.” Keara growled, the authority of her statement somewhat undermined by her bondage and collar, “Even if I give it to you, that’s not the end of this.”

“Oh I’m aware, my feisty lil huntress.” Pantea chuckled at the flush that sprang back into Keara’s expression, “But it is a helpful start. And who knows, perhaps you’ll feel more comfortable being called by your name rather than your role…Slave. Pet. Toy.” Each word cut into Keara, battering at her numbed sense of control. Pantea cocked an eyebrow, “I could go on…”

Keara didn’t respond. A pregnant pause ensued as the two of them locked eyes. Keara refused to back down though, despite a not insignificant sense of despair that had surged within her at the thought of resisting so alluring a captor. After a few more moments Pantea shrugged.

“Have it your way then.” Pantea snapped her fingers.

Keara gave an involuntary shriek as she felt that unseen force once more take hold of her. Her arms suddenly came free of their leather prison, but were just as quickly wrenched up and above her. Thick leather cuffs materialized and wrapped themselves tightly around both wrists, capturing them and locking them in place. Chains descended from somewhere in the swirling maelstrom of Pantea’s ceiling, and the cuffs hooked themselves to them. More cuffs locked themselves around Keara’s ankles, along with a spreader bar that forced her legs apart. Keara’s screams were cut off as a cock gag rammed into her mouth, reducing her cries to muffled grunts and moans as the involved panel gag and its medley of straps were belted and secured tightly to her face. The chains on either end tightened, and she was left held taut by her magical bonds, helpless to do more than twist in the wind as Pantea prowled closer to her.

Pantea reached up and cupped Keara’s cheek, “Just remember Pet, through all of this, that I did ask politely and nicely.” She grinned, “There I go, showing special treatment again, but you are just…mmmm…” the succubus ran her tongue sensually along her teeth, “Just delicious. And you are aaaaallllll mine…”

Keara moaned into her gag, trying to pull her head away, and Pantea pulled on her braid, forcing her head down so that the demoness could trail a couple of soft kisses across the panel gag keeping the rubber cock in the Elf’s mouth, “It doesn’t matter how tall you are Pet, or how strong you think you are, because you are beneath me in all the ways that really matter. Aren’t you?”

Keara closed her eyes and moaned as Pantea planted a more forceful kiss on the panel of the gag.

“Well, I suppose I’ll let you answer that question at some point without a rubber cock in your mouth, but in the meantime…let’s play…”

Pantea moved out of Keara’s line of sight, and the Elf maiden was left to hang there in her bonds, her booted feet barely planted on the floor. She could hear Pantea humming to herself, clearly pleased as she riffled through what sounded like one of the wardrobes. Then…silence…

SMACK!

Keara lurched forward in her bonds, howling into her gag as she felt the impact of the flogger on her rear. It was the shock more than the accompanying pain that made her cry out, and she again voiced her gagged displeasure as Pantea rained down a flurry of blows. Keara tried to dance to either side, but the chains held her taut, and her captor ably followed her every move, the flogger never ceasing in its beat of strikes. She threw her head back and gave a muffled scream, struggling against her bonds as best she could.

“That’s it Pet!” Pantea sang out from behind her, “Embrace it! Feel it!”

SMACK SMACK SMACK!

As Pantea settled into a steady flogging rythym, going from cheek to cheek, Keara once more felt the niggling, creeping mental pressures return. The demoness was launching a two pronged attack, physically attempting to overwhelm Keara’s attention with her flogging, while at the same time undermining and getting around the crumbling mental defences that Keara still gamely defended.

The Elf girl whimpered as she felt twin pangs of pain lance through her chest as the sensation of nipple clamps snapped onto her sensitive buds. The catsuit gave her some protection, but such was Pantea’s control that she could mimic the feeling without having to strip Keara of the catsuit. Then, even as she struggled against the pain of it all her eyes widened as she watched a vibrator drift towards her. She shook her head wildly from side to side, moaning in despair as it teasingly settled against her inner thighs, its throaty buzzing sending surging pleasure through her to war with the pain. Keara couldn’t help but bite down hard on the gag in her mouth as she was reduced to moaning over and over and over again. And Pantea’s mental assault continued.

It was harder now, Keara wasn’t as quick. She had to give some ground, ceding some mental areas to reinforce her inner defences. Pantea’s presence quickly flooded into those regions that Keara had to retreat from, and the Elf moaned as memories, sensations, feelings, that were from there were brought surging to the surface as the succubus immersed herself in them. Learning from them. The buzzing of the vibrator, the pain of the flogging and clamp snesations, the loss of control over even her own memories…Keara was careening towards a cliff edge. She felt her grip on her control slipping away from her. She felt Pantea pressing her advantage, the weight of the mental attack subsuming her. She couldn’t hold on…

Keara howled as the faces of some of her tormentors reared up inside her mind, that memory of being surrounded by them. Picked on for her supposed humanness. Shoved around. Mocked over and over. Time after time. Anger flooded through her mind, shoving Pantea’s presence back out, sealing off those regions once more. Keara glared out to her front, unable to see her tormentor here, but fully able to present a bristling battlement inside her mind. Ready for the fight.

I’m not going back there bitch. She railed inside her head. Pantea likely wouldn’t pick up the words, but the intent would be loud and clear to Faerie and demon alike. Not again. Never again!

The pain and hurt from that experience stabbed out from her like spiked barbs, and she felt Pantea’s presence retreat from its assault. Unlike before it didn’t disappear, or come in from another angle. She could still feel the demoness at the edge of her senses, a great power held back. Almost, pondering? Reflecting? A tiny corner of Keara wondered at that, but the rest of her was too wrapped up in memory and anger to care. The blows on her rear slowed, shifting in tenor to a slower, almost sensual striking pattern. Keara felt Pantea draw closer to her, and gave an angry grunt as the tail wrapped around her waist.

“Is that what you think this is?” Pantea' laughed. That laugh, if on its own, would have cut Keara deeply with all its implied contempt, and sent her back into raging struggles against her captor. But even as Pantea laughed, her tail’s presence around Keara’s waist thrummed with what seemed almost a reassuring rather than threatening sensation. She choked back her gagged retort, giving a strangled sob into her gag as a result. Keara felt a hand grip her rear, the other softly trailing along her chest, “I’m not planning on hurting you like that Pet. That’s not me.” Her voice was firm, and Keara shuddered all the same. She tried to squirm out of Pantea’s embrace, and the succubus’ voice snapped out like a whip.

“STOP!”

Keara stilled despite herself, still panting with anger shot through with lust as the vibrator buzzed away. Pantea didn’t stop her teasing of Keara’s body, but she did walk back around to where Keara could see her. The Elf dropped her eyes, her body shuddering from the strains it had been under. A crimson finger dipped into her vision and curled under her chin, “Look at me Pet.”

Keara raised her head a little, not having to move far as Pantea had pressed herself against her, adding her arms and a leg to the tail that was wrapped around Keara’s body. Embracing her in warm, in some cases leathery, sensation, “Have I lied to you at all since we met?” Blunt. Direct. Her eyes locked Keara's own, demanding an answer.

Keara frowned in consternation at the seeming idiocy of the question, but Pantea waggled a finger, “Bending the truth maybe, but have I ever flat out lied about what I wanted, or what I was going to do with you?” She cocked an eyebrow until Keara gave an unwilling head shake. “So, believe me when I say that I do not make my slaves’ lives a living hell. I took you because I wanted an Elf to dominate, to bind, to play with…to own. I did not take you to re-enact…that.” She waved a derisive hand at the memories that she had broken into, “Bloody idiots. Anyone with a true appreciation of beauty would agree with me when I say that your freckles are adorable.”

Keara flushed, but the anger this time was uncertain. Pantea’s eyes seemed to bore into her own with their sincerity. It was an odd sort of sincerity to be sure, how else could she insist on her bona fides by being honest about her intention to take, break, and own Keara after all?? The Elf shifted in her bonds, Pantea moving with her effortlessly.

“You are so damned hot when you’re angry, you know that?” Pantea asked, a growling sort of edge to her voice. She snapped a finger again and Keara felt the gag straps around her head loosen and fall away. Pantea’s tail unfurled from around her waist and the demoness leapt up to wrap her legs around Keara’s waist instead. One arm snaked around the Elf girl’s shoulders to steady herself, as she used the other one to flick the gag out and away. Keara tried to speak, say something, yell at her kidnapper, but Pantea gripped the back of her head and kissed her. Hard.

“Mmfffhhh! Mmmmmmmmm…” Keara’s eyes lidded as Pantea kissed her. And kissed her. And kissed her. The succubus seemed to almost thrum against the Elf, her body wrapped around and pressed tightly to her. Keara’s arms were suddenly freed from their chains, and likewise her legs were able to move away from the spreader bar that had held them in place. For a brief moment Keara thought she had a chance, but Pantea’s tail whipped around and snared both of her wrists together behind her back. Though, if Keara was willing to be honest with herself she didn’t fight that hard against being snared again. Instead, she stumbled backwards, barely realizing just where she was going until the backs of her legs hit the edge of the bed. Her lidded eyes went wide as her balance left her, and Pantea gave a playful growl as they went back and over onto the bed in a tangle of limbs.

“You are mine, my lil huntress.” Pantea murmured in between hard kisses to Keara’s mouth, and softer teasing ones to her cheeks and neck, “All mine. I know you’ll fight it, and that’s ok. I want you to struggle. I want you to fight and resist.” With her face mere inches from Keara’s own, Pantea grinned and kissed her nose, “I would not deny you the chance to resist a succubus’ temptation. But I want you to understand something.” She kissed Keara again, hard, as her hand found Keara’s catsuit covered mound and sensually gripped it. Keara gasped into Pantea, and the demoness continued in a heated growl, “I took you, and I am going to own you. Not any one of those pansies who made your life hell. Don’t want them.”

Keara moaned as Pantea’s grip below massaged her further along the path towards a release, “I wanted you, and I’m going to have you. Down to the last cute little freckle.” The Elf mumbled her objections to that, but Pantea drove her tongue into her mouth and Keara found her objections overruled.

Keara felt the succubus’ touch all around her, hastening her towards pleasure between her thighs, groping and kneading her breasts, or her unending barrage of kisses, sensual licking, and heated whispers of just how much she was going to love being Pantea’s slave. That wasn’t what finally did it though, what finally made Keara give a little. She was prepared for all of this to be just another trick. Another ploy for Pantea to wriggle inside her mind and finally lay claim to her innermost self. Keara had held a reserve of herself back from the overwhelming sense of everything that Pantea was doing to her, and promising she was going to do. And…nothing happened.

Keara could feel her still, out on the edges of her senses. That powerful mental presence, ancient beyond belief, replete with the sort of power that Keara had no hope of matching for very long in a contest of brute willpower. But it drew no closer, sent no testing tendrils of itself to prod at her mental barricades, and just left her alone to enjoy the physicality of an aroused Pantea.

That was what finally did it. It was no final surrender. Keara was still intent on escaping, freeing herself of this place, this succubus, and this collar. But…She arched her back and let out an aroused moan of desire as Pantea’s play between her thighs crested her yet higher. Pantea seemed to mean it, wild as that was to believe with all the stories she had heard of demonic double dealing and treachery. She had seemed to understand, at least a part, of Keara.

As Pantea descended back down for another kiss, she gave a pleased grunt of surprise as Keara suddenly surged upwards from the bed, locking lips with the demoness and kissing her in return. Such was the force of Keara’s rise that she made it nearly back to a sitting position before Pantea let out a truly hungry growl and forced her back down onto her back, “There’s the fierce huntress I remember from last night,” she managed before Keara locked lips with her again, and there was little more talking to be done.

Time seemed to pass in a blur for Keara then. It was all tangled limbs, leather bondage, and Pantea’s ravening appetites. The sensuality of both Elf and succubus twinned together and egged each of them on to further pleasure, and it was not long at all before Keara found herself riding the ragged edge just before a wonderful, wonderful release.

“OOoooooooo, I…I…I….Pleeeeeeassssse…”

“Beg me Pet,” Pantea’s voice trembled a little as her breath caught from her own pleasure, “Beg me to cum!”

“Please let me cum!! Please, pleeeeassssee!!” Keara began to babble, bucking her hips against Pantea’s expert ministrations, her arms and legs arrested by cuffs and Pantea’s tail.

“Cum for me then,” Pantea drove her forward, “Cum my gorgeous slut! Cum for me!!”

Keara flung her head back and screamed as she came, writhing against Pantea’s grip and the bonds that held her in place. This was unlike anything she had ever had before, even when playing with her mother’s human slaves. This was…exquisite…

It took some time for both of them to recover, though Pantea managed a bit quicker. Keara felt her curl in around her, not bothering to fight against her as she heard locks applied to her wrist cuffs. Pantea squirmed off Keara then, and repositioned herself so that Keara lay back against her, and Pantea could continue to play with her body from behind. Her tail twisted around Keara’s legs with a satisfied and proprietary air, squeezing just enough to be snug. In her almost drunken post-orgasmic bliss, Keara found herself snuggling back into Pantea. She mumbled soft gibberish as she felt one demonic hand lightly tracing its way across her chest. The other hand disappeared for a moment, and then came back, tapping Keara’s mouth gently with a ballgag, “Time to gag you for sleepy time, my huntress.”

“Wait,” Keara’s eyes were already lidded as she spoke, the stress and exhaustion of everything singing her away to a dreamless sleep.

“Yes, Pet?”

“Keara…”

“Keara?”

“Mmmm.” Keara nodded her head, and felt a hand softly brush her hair back from her face. Above her Pantea repeated softly, “Keara. What a good girl. Now open up…”

“My lady?”

Lanea looked up as she finished tightening her strapon harness. To her front Thomas was squirming against the bench she had belted him to, his mewling cries long ago having shifted from trepidation to anxious desire. She cocked her head at the Sentinel standing there for a moment and then nodded and asked in High Elven, “Where is my daughter?”

“I…ah…” The Sentinel had the grace to look away, “I’m not certain my lady. She has not yet returned. I had thought that she might simply have wanted to remain abroad for the night and return with her toy in the morning, but there has been no sign of her.”

“Have you gone through to retrieve her?”

“We…haven’t been able to do so.”

Lanea’s eyes narrowed, “Explain that if you please.”

“The portal, my lady. It seems to be…well, it doesn’t go to where it’s supposed to go.” The Sentinel spread her hands helplessly, “We’re not sure what could have done something like that, though no investigation has concluded yet. I thought it best to inform you at once.”

Lanea gave no hint of her displeasure at that, merely a hint of tightened lips and a soft sigh, “Very well. I shall require two of your number to accompany me. We shall go and see what sort of trouble my daughter is in and retrieve her. Please ensure whomever comes with me is properly prepared.”

The Sentinel saluted and left at a rapid clip. Lanea ran a distracted hand over Thomas’ backside, taking some pleasure in the boy’s movements underneath her. She had told Keara a thousand times to be careful with this sort of thing. A thousand times! She frowned a little and then shrugged. The girl had likely gotten carried away and was cuddling her new toy in bed, or something of the sort. An understandable oversight, but one Lanea would have to correct her on.

She stepped back behind Thomas and began to ease her strapon into him. He took it with well-trained grace, moaning and pressing back against it in just the sort of way that Lanea loved. Soon enough she was thrusting away with her usual sensual rhythm, her retrieval of Keara safely stowed away.

After all, it wasn’t like the girl was in any real danger.