Nirael's fear of missing with the flaming bolts of primal power faded as sprang to her feet and dashed towards him.  She was amazingly light and nimble on her feet, and her wings, still glowing with pink flame from his fireball unfurled even as she bounced up and sprang forwards towards him.<em><strong>"Subject of Lust! Dance!"</strong></em>Nirael cried out upon completing his spell, summoning the two bolts of flaming pink tinged bolts of fire.  He knew he had to aim and release them precisely or they would streak past the succubus to strike against the matriarch's defensive wall.  Still he felt the blessing of her kiss fading and the power of the primal, and the corrupting lust of the succubus's aura affecting him.  Doubtless had he not just satiated his lust somewhat with the matriarch this battle would have been over before it began, with him as Mara'adaki'zain's mindless sex slave.<br/><br/>There were so many fractions of a second where the battle could turn, and they all seemed to rush by in the blink of an eye.  One moment Mara'adaki'zain was leaping up from the fireball, the next Nirael was completing his spell, the moment after her wings unfurled as she charged forwards.  Nirael's breath caught in his throat as he prepared to release the spell, but he wisely held for only a moment, and good that he did.  Mara'adaki'zain, seeing the flaming bolts appear lept towards him.  Her ebony wings beat downwards exactly once, creating a powerful down draft and launching her high into the air with her normal leap.  She came down on Nirael, her hands coming together with taloned fingers in a pincer attack.  Again, for a frozen moment of time, Nirael was struck by the cold deadly beauty of the demoness.  Her form was erotic and deadly, and it was immediately apparent that this was a demoness built for sex.  Her swollen sex was liquid arousal as her juices coated her thighs.  The shine on them pink, reflecting the light being cast by the portal behind her.  For that one shining instant, Nirael could likewise see behind and underneath the demoness even as she descended to the matriarch beyond.  She sat against the low wall where Nirael had fucked her, their combined juices likewise creating a shine on her own lavender thighs.  But while Mara was fury and rage, deadly lust directed at him, the matriarch looked focused, almost calm.  Her eyes closed, her hands stretched out wide, her lips moving as she maintained the spell that protected her village from the battle between mage and demon.<br/><br/>Nirael aimed his fingers upwards, at the demon who descended towards him, time seemed to be moving slowly in that moment.  Then he released, and the two scorching rays lanced out, striking the succubus in her abdomen and collar above her right breast.  The impact was obviously painful and the fire seemed to almost 'stick' to her eating into her body instead of immolating it.  But then she landed and a flurry of claw attacks drove Nirael back.<br/><br/>Right claw slashing across, drawing lines of cold pain across his face.  Left claw across and upwards, across his chest.  Right claw, slashing down, catching him on his arm as he raised it to try to ward off the attacks.  Each strike sapping his will, sapping his strength.  He brought his staff about and managed to parry the next strike, but it left him open to her following right.  It came across, slashing along his wrist causing his fingers to go wide in pain, dropping the staff.<br/><br/>He called to the primal force inside of him, ready to release a spell that he knew well.  A powerful primal missile that always hit it's target.  His fingers struggled through the chilly pain to make the correct symbols, and he almost had the spell complete when Mara flipped back wards.<strong>"Oh no you don't lover," </strong>she taunted as she vaulted over her own back.  Her right foot trailing and snapping forwards at the same time.  The strike was perfect and the flat of her foot caught him directly under his chin.  The blow drove his head up and back, and a million stars burst in front of Nirael's eyes from the sheer pain of the kick to his jaw.  He felt himself falling backwards, trying to hold the magical spell in his mind, to not let it be disrupted, to focus on getting it out.  But she was there again.  This time her hand jabbed forwards, open palm flat, striking him in his abdomen, driving breath up from his lungs.  Still he held the spell, somehow.<br/><br/>She dropped to a crouch and spun, her leg spinning out to catch Nirael's ankle.  Then he was falling even as he drew in a breath to try to complete the last words of his spell.  He hit the soft ground and was looking up at the temple of the ceiling, but only for a moment.  His vision was quickly blocked out by Mara as she looked down at him and then turned away.  Why would she....  Her tail lashed out and caught Nirael about the neck, winding tightly, constricting.  He couldn't cast, couldn't speak, couldn't breathe.  Yet still he held onto the last vetage of his spell.  Supreme concentration, he just needed to speak the last few syllables.  Almost any other mage would have long since lost their spell at that point, but somehow Nirael held onto it, because he had to.<br/><br/>Mara lifted Nirael from the ground by her tail.  The tight tail wrapped about his neck lifting up, causing him to rise from his back and scrabble to get his feet under him.  Then he was crouched, kneeling on one knee, one foot under him, his hands clutching weakly at the tail with the suffocating grip about his throat.<strong>"So close..."</strong>she purred, and her chest was rising and falling heavily.  It wasn't JUST lust this time, she was wounded, badly, and had exerted herself in order to defeat Nirael.<strong>"You almost had me, your spells are so powerful.  I wish you'd agreed to be my pet, I could have such fun with you.  But I guess you deserve one last reward before I dispatch you.  Here, have a taste of what you've missed out on."</strong><br/><br/>With that she bent over, sticking her ass out towards him even as her powerful tail drew him forwards.  His face buried between her soft ass cheeks, his mouth meeting her nether lips even as his nose buried deep in the crack of her ass.  Then in that moment Nirael almost did lose the last vestige of his spell.  The overwhelming scent of the succubus lust was so erotic, so powerful, so primal and sexual in nature it almost drove every last thought out of his head.  The edges of his vision were beginning to darken and the world was collapsing to a single bright point as his body struggled to function without breath.  Yet somehow he held onto that primal missile, so close to being finished.  Mara's hot wet arousal coated his face and mouth.  The taste was liquid heat, spicy and erotic and his cock surged despite the danger he was in, precum flowing from the tip, aroused even though he was on death's door.<br/><br/>In a last ditch effort, maybe consciously knowing that it would distract her, or maybe just wishing to taste her on his tongue before he passed out, Nirael's mouth opened and he licked at the demoness's dripping slit.  She moaned in pleasure and a wave of fresh arousal coated Nirael's face and tongue.  But her tail loosened also, just enough for him to take a shallow breath and gasp out the last syllable.  His hands came up and gripped her powerful thighs as he released the force of the primal missile directly into her.  The magic bolstered by the raw primal energy flooding the area, and yet, also changed so as to be merciful and not slay the demoness that was trying to kill him.<br/><br/>Mara screamed out as the energy flowed into her, her pussy convulsing in an orgasm borne of defeat and also the domination of this mage she thought she had bested.  She came hard, her body twitching, her pussy spraying a veritable torrent of it's demonic lust across his face.  Then she fell forwards, slack, drained of every last bit of her energy, to collapse in a heap on the grass in front of him.  Her tail going slack as she slid into unconsciousness, and letting Nirael draw in a great lungful of much needed air.<br/><br/>He had won.<br/><br/>The matriarch gasped and released the protective spell.  Looking at him she seemed drained beyond belief, but gasped out,<strong>"Finish her, quickly, before she awakes.  Then you can take the key and enter the portal and we can end all of this!"</strong>Nirael grasped for his staff, but as his hand closed about it, he hesitated.  Mara had actually been a good companion these last several days.  She had hidden her true nature, but she hadn't taken advantage of her guile.  She hadn't attacked him when he wasn't prepared, she hadn't stolen the half of the artifact he'd held.  In fact, it seemed that she was content to stay in the elven village right up until Sirana's undead guardians had begun to fall.  It was almost like she had been watching him, maybe even hoping that he would prove he could beat her?  Well, he had, he had beaten her, the artifact was nearby.  Did he really have to kill her, to banish her back to the abyss?  She had been beaten, barely, maybe... just maybe... he didn't have to?