A Prince's Pride

"Dopterines," South corrected.

"Those whatevers are gonna put him under all the way. Then you can let the others in, and we can start making a proper prison for him." She licked her fingers clean of some of the demon's rather dangerously tasty cum. "I suggest you fill his new world with lots of adoring phantoms. Boy's a real sucker for praise."

"Thank you for your input, and your help." South tipped their head slightly.

"So is the rest of the camp dealt with?"

"There is a succubus of Gluttony and a group of low-level fiends giving us trouble." South beckoned. "If this one is under control, it is imperative that—"

"Yes, yes." Elle giggled, straightening her top slightly as she skipped over. "Gluttony succubi are easy. I'll just throw myself at her and beg really sweet." She winked back at South. "I don't need to play all femme fatale for some thirsty slut, do I? 'Cause I need to..." She swung her hips to the side. "... unwind."

"Subtlety is still, ah, well-advised." South cleared their throat as they ventured out into the storm, raising their voice to be heard. The war camp was in ruins—most of the void drone servants and corrupted knights had been driven off, it looked like, rather than captured or killed. Pity. They'd go find new masters and mistresses and draw the war out longer. "Your dancing hypnosis is an invaluable—"

"Blah, blah, blah." The nymph winked, patting the short monk on the head as she danced past—and giving her hips a generous sway with each step. She hoped South was watching that. South played at being all about denial and abstinence, but Elle had never met an ascetic she couldn't fluster. "You call that subtle?"

She gestured back to the Prince of Delights, who was crying and begging as the dopterines conjured illusory temptress after temptress around him, drowning him in false pleasure. Once he was under control, the dopterines would waste no time in turning this room into a rune-covered prison of hellish ecstasy from which he would never even wish to escape—from which no one could, in fact, for only the mages themselves would know the keys to exit without being caught up and enslaved in endless indulgence and flattery.

A chorus of squealing moans suddenly rose from the door to the side, distinct even over the roar of the wind and the cries of the demon. South craned their neck to peer inside at the door.

"Is there... still someone else in there?" South asked tersely.

Elle blinked. Vague recollections, beyond Marius's sweet whimpers, drifted back to her. Oops.

"Oh, yeah!" She put a finger to her lips in mock-innocence. "He has, like, a bunch of hypnotized humans in there. Should, um, probably bail them and the lust sprites out before we let them seal the chamber for all eternity."

She looked at South. South's expression was a hard deadpan.

"What?" Chanterelle beamed. "I'm a nymph, silly. If you want a hot bimbo who thinks ahead and remembers stuff, you're on the wrong side."

South continued to stare, eyes narrowed.

"Um. yeah." Elle felt her cheeks redden a little. "My bad, though."

THE END

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