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She was beautiful, shapely, and pale-skinned with thick, lustrous hair cascading halfway down her naked back Her charms were offered openly, brazenly, conveyed to hi fingers of energy tickled his chin, his jawbone, his neck

Every ht for control, battled the seductress with every bit of willpower re in him after so many years

He didn’t even knohy he resisted anys of the other world, the real world, ht" and "wrong" in this place? What ive?

The gentle touch continued, soothing his treoose bu to hi hi away, argued against his stubbornness There was no reason to resist He could have soft

sheets and a comfortable mattress; the smell-the awful reek so terrible that even years had not allowed hiet used to itbe taken away She could do that with herfast, he half-closed his eyes and felt the touch continuing, felt it more keenly than before

He heard her snarl, a feral, bestial sound

Now he looked past her They were on the lip of a ridge, one of countless ridges across the broken, heaving ground that tre at hih He knew that The ravine beyond the ridge ide, and yet he could not see e The landscape was lost in the perpetual swirling grayness, the smoky pall

The Abyss

Noas his turn to growl, a sound that was not feral, not primal, but one of rationale, of morality, of that tiny spark that rerabbed her hand and forced it away, turning it, twisting it Her strength in resisting confirmed his memories, for it was supernatural, far beyond what her fraer and he forced the hand away, turned it about, then set his stare upon her

Her thick hair had shifted a bit, and one of her tiny white horns had poked through

"Do not, ht of her plea nearly broke hith, her voice carried more than was natural Her voice was a conduit of charms, of deceit, of the ultimate lie that was all this place

A scream erupted froth, hurled her fros unfolded behind her and the succubus hovered, laughing at his that would have punctured his neck She laughed and he knew that although he had resisted, he had not won, could never win She had almost broken him this time, came closer to it than the last, and would be closer still the next And so she laughed at hi him!

He realized that it had been a test, always a test He kneho had arranged it and was not surprised when the whip tore

into his back, laying hi all around hi had hirabbed on to the lip of the ridge, screa to pitch into the ravine, to splatter his corporeal forreat balor, twelve feet of s deep red scales and corded e and peered over With eyes that had seen through the ht out the falling for slower Then he was not falling at all He was rising, caught in a telekinetic web, reeled in by theand the next lash sent hi, mercifully, into unconsciousness

Errtu did not retract the whip’s cords The balor used the sa him fast Errtu looked back to the hysterical succubus and nodded She had done well this day

Drool slipped over her bottoht of the unconscious form She wanted to feast In her eyes, the table was set and waiting A flap of her wings brought her back to the ledge and she approached cautiously, seeking soet close, so close, then gave a slight tug on the whip His victi past the balor’s perpetual fla his bulk between the victi to ly delicate hands reached out and grasped at the smoky air She trembled and panted

Errtu stepped aside She inched closer

The balor was teasing her, she knew, but she could not turn away, not with the sight of this helpless one She whined, knowing she was going to be punished, but she could not stop

Taking a slightly roundabout route, she walked past the balor She whined again, her feet digging a firht rush to the prone victim and taste of him at least once before Errtu denied her