<em><strong>(JOINED POST)</strong></em><br/><br/>Thane felt strange, the hazyness was odd. He felt numb, drugged in a way. It reminded him of the famed Amazon aphrodisiacs. His gaze was blurry as he tried to find a foe. He looked about. He felt an odd soothing sensation as a tongue touched his forehead... the consequences were mildly amusing all though his awareness was an echo of thoughts hellbent on surfacing but having difficulty to do so... that ended abruptly as cold water washed over him. To the captain's amusement the blue gaze instantly cast asside its blurryness...<br/>His gaze became hard and focussed, he scanned his surroundings. The scent of sulphur and brimstone. A dark dimly lit surrounding. A very warm temperature. And an odd sweet scent. Like a musk or perfume... seemingly lingering around the scantily armored wardens around him.<br/><br/>The Captain herself decided that a thorough examination was needed. Apart from devilish good looks, the Queen’s new toy had to prove itself through endurance, perfect obedience and last of all…creativity.<br/>She had sent one of her subordinates to have a taste of his lips. A certain softness was needed to please the Queen, who was most selective about this certain aspect. The creature was of violet skincolor and aside from the long pointy tail, it did not show any other signs of demonhood. The lack of hornes revealead that she was a young one, maybe no older than a few decades or so. The Captain had sent her especially to “test the waters” knowing that as long as those  whipes kept him from moving, the proud Baron was harmless.<br/>The young deamonette purred loudly and took both his cheeks in her hands, parting her lips at the same time and closing in to kiss his.<br/><br/>He leaned downwards, he returned the kiss, going along with it. He showed no signs of resistance. Unexpected as the female had been instructed to be cautious. He had yet to even pull the restraints. When she broke the kiss and looked up, her gaze met his. A brilliant shiny purple similar to that of the captain, she had a slightly muscular physique filled with grace. Men would swoon just by seeing her. Combined with her alluring scent and supernatural effect on the opposite gender... he should've flustered and swooned before her flawless features.<br/>The gaze meeting hers surprised her by displaying everything bar the expected. No indignation, no fury, no lust, no need, no affection, no fascination... just a cold unmoving gaze. Even now his gaze at times fluttered away taking in the surroundings. With more lighting he saw things clearer. He also studied her body but not with lust... . To her it seemed she had no effect on him... this was far from true but Thane's selfcontrol allowed him to disguise her entrancing effect on him. Masked, he also shifted his gaze to focus on those elments so inhernetly part of him...the search for control... observation... analysis. Every connundrum had a solution. He would find out what the problem before him was.<br/>Was he dead? Wounded? Delirious? Captured? Given the previous encounter the imprisonment was the most likely. If so... where was he? And what was the enemy's intent. And what where his potential reactions.<br/>Knowledge was power. He would gather it and give as little as possible unless it served his purposes. Let this 'thing' entertain him... or torture him. Either way, he'd learn things... eventually.<br/><br/>She backed away feeling less confident in her power. Even without magic she was able to arouse any man with her kiss. Had their scent drugged him too much? The Captain quickly assessed the mortal’s intention to focus solely on his surroundings. She was more than happy to “show him around”, but all in due time.<br/>The young deamonette nodded to show her captain that he was alright by their standards, but the quizzical look on her face matched the Captain’s inner doubts. Maybe he wasn’t fully awake yet. There had been cases when mortals died of numbness even before the succubi had a chance to savour their offerings. Still, all men would succumb to their charms one way or the other. Using literally the creed that “strength lies in numbers” the Captain sent forth another two armored claded females, ordering them to take off everything before they approach him. The Khonish warrior felt their tantalizing caress slowly turn into scratches as they marked his skin with red lines, grazing lightly and sometimes sinking their claws into his flesh.  They kissed and nibbled, licked and kissed again, waiting for that single sign of any man's arousal.<br/><br/>He had to admit he rather liked the display of 'Pink' and 'Green' unbaring themselves. Rather statuesque beauties he had little doubt of their prowess. Khonish men appreciated military skill and a good physique in a woman...  they implied fertility and usefulness. But above all their very walk, with the swaying hips and coy expressions sealed the deal. His rod could not help but become 'entertained' by their very approach, rising in salute as blood pumped into it.<br/>He maintained a cold facade, allowing only his eyes to close at times when their hands and mouths found particularly erogenous zones. He could not help but notice that the 'captain' herself was highly entertained by the display. Her gaze frequently moving away from his expression to... a lower region.<br/><br/>She was relieved to know that he was perfectly functional in that department…hell forbid otherwise, for the Queen would have their heads on display the moment any of them discovered such a dreadful possibility. She couldn’t help feel the same intensity of sensations he was probably experiencing. Instinctively, her skin emmited a high concentration of pheromones, but just as he proved strong of will, she remained unfliching. It was great news that his body responded quickly to their tricks, yet she wasn’t sure about his state of mind. The Queen had no need for drones…hell was full of them even before she came to rule.<br/><br/>One of his captors felt the need to go beyond her orders and dared to touch that most enticing part of his body. The others hissed with fury and the next thing he felt was the warmth of deamon blood on his torso...burning at his skin for a moment until other cleansed it off with another bucket of water.<br/>The Captain was furious!<br/>"Summon the healers and don't touch him again!" she ordered, taking the succubi by their necks one by one and throwing them aside.<br/>She hoped that their healers would find a way to hide any trace of the demon's blood presence on his skin. It usually took weeks for the human tissue to recover from the burns.<br/><br/>He had barely flinched when in contact with the substance but he probably was quite accustomed to discomfort. His body was scarred. Some of them practically faded by time. He had probably lived a life of struggle from a young age. Some were fresh and still in need of healing. She realized his fixed her quite intently, indicating he was quite... awake. He smiled ever so lightly. Like a predator watching its prey. A strange feeling for she knew she could slay him.<br/>Furthermore he was unarmed, outnumbered and victim of powers beyond his understanding. So why did the dungeon's cell feel so... small suddenly? It was oddly... enticing this feeling of danger. She had not experienced it this 'primally' in a century. And then only in facing the Queen's fury and when dealing with an exceptionally mighty Archfiend.<br/>He was only human... he was nothing.<br/><br/>Her own lips tasted like ripped apricots as she licked them casually. They were alone in the dungeon and none dared to enter, not until the healers would arrive. All of them knew better than to face the Captain when she was scorned.  “Now I see why my liege had chosen you…though there is still much to see and you’re not the only one who can…provide. Why don’t you just give in to what your body wants. Make things so much easier for you…for us…”<br/>She came closer and caressed his right cheek with the back of her hand, sticking out her tongue slowly. She grazed his upper lip with it, tasting the few drops of his saliva.<br/>"Let me make things so much easier for you..." she said leaning in for a full taste.<br/><br/>He slowly pulled back, ever so slowly. His lips keeping teasingly out of reach as her lips approached. To the demoness it seemed to take forever but eventually there was no escape and she found her target... as her tongue invaded, he offered no resistance. She even got a faint impression he purposely had allowed their tongues to meet. Her vicinity caused her bare stomach to touch the tip of his rod. It was slightly moist with precum, a man ready to penetrate. She suspected he would not cooperate with such a thing though. At least not yet.<br/>His scent was thick. A manly musk. He needed an elaborate bath to really be clean and patched up to be in good health. But in a way the scent of his and the blood of others... succubi and recently slain soldiers intermixed with manly sweat and his own faint pheromone pattern, gave its own satisfaction primal as it may be...<br/><br/>…and so she had to know. Succubi, be there high or low ranked, powerful or less in control of themselves and others..all shared this one particular trait: they were slaves to lust just as they enslaved others through it. And this man, this magnificent specimen of the human flesh was hers to take. She pushed herself forward, allowing her bare breasts to collide with his chest and her belly to push against his manhood. She sniffed him once,increasing her own scent at the same time to mix with his.<br/>Her lips parted again and her tongue slid inside more forcefully this time, going all the way to the back of his throat. She felt him rock hard against her stomach and so she continued, taking the back of his head in her right hand, pushing him against her lips.<br/>His skin was warm, smooth even. His breath pleasant and calm. His exterior cool but her heightened senses allowed her to hear a quickened heartbeat, the instinctive cravings of his rod blatantly obvious. As she pushed her restrained target found his back touching the wall behind him. The rocky texture against his skin. It caused some stinging pain as he had a nasty bruise. There was no resistance yet at the same time he denied her the joy of true victory. Frustratingly refusing to give in... instead of purring to her delight it was he who inspired cravings inside her of claiming him for her own...<br/><br/>She decided to fight back those urges by offering him some sort of punishment. The Captain didn’t achieve her rank for nothing. She backed away, pulling his lower lip between hers and let go only to face him with her hands clasped over her chest. Her long tail swayed rapidly to the right before whipping him across the side of his torso.<br/>One slash…two slashes…three..quick and painful as hell. She would have continued so, smirking...if not for the healers who came rushing in to fulfill their mission for the day. Little creatures they were, rather similar to the fae kind, though they weren't as kind.<br/>One by one the small demons, some of tiny measure, encircled the Baron and worked on his body from head to toe, searching for the recent wounds and bruises.<br/>"We can't take care of everything on his body" an old-looking creature told her "he's human and we know nothing of their constitution for healing..."<br/>It was true. Event the healers, who were always in charge of the demons' well being knew almost to nothing on how to heal the mortal body. At best, they could only "operate" with torture.<br/>Their job was to heal wounds inflicted on the demon's already dead bodies...when it came to the living...that was another story.<br/>He had stared defiantly at her taunts though she detected a hint of arousal at her defiant and agressive display of her dominance. The entry of the healers spoiled her fun and mostly seemed to annoy the human. He hissed as one of the healers clumsily 'poked' him almost worsening the wound.<br/><br/>"Incompetent hag" he snapped with a low venomous voice, glaring at the inhuman being that clearly was at a loss how to proceed.<br/>The Captain chuckled at the sound of his voice. She indulged her ears with the low vocal timbre, seemingly pleased with the sound.<br/>She kept staring at him without saying a word until the creatures finished their job only to leave them alone once more. Had she followed her desires, the Captain would have surely freed his hands only for the purpose of getting a taste of his power. Nothing aroused a succubi more than the sweet display of a male's power only to have it blown apart by their own.<br/><br/>