Marcheron used Brea's mouth violently, thrusting his old yet turgid cock into her throat over and over.  She could almost feel the back of her throat bruising from the firm cock head ramming against it repeatedly, but it was all she could do to time her breaths to his out strokes.  Finally and eventually, due largely in part to her expert skill, the old man came.  A wash of hot salty seed flowed first into her throat, then as he pulled out, her mouth, and finally splashing down on her tits.  Strangely however wherever his seed touched, Brea felt...energized.  As it coated her throat she felt a wave that could only be described as healing.  It reminded her of the one time a client had treated her too roughly and Kald had to pay for a healer.  That rush of heat, of energy, it was similar.  But instead of radiating from a healer's hands, it came from Marcheron's spunk wherever it touched her flesh.<br/><br/>The old man seemed to physically deflate along with his erection.  His posture slumped and he leaned over, gasping for breath.<br/><br/>"It's a magical gem, Brea," He finally panted out, "A demon stone."<br/><br/>He stood up and tucked away his sad old penis, now flaccid.  He walked to a shelf and found a tome and pulled it down.  Setting it out he read from it even though the script was not one Brea knew.  "Long ago a cleric of light found a new way to banish demons.  Instead of simply sending them back to the abyss from whence they came, she learned how to trap them inside gemstones.  In this prison they could no longer sway mortals, nor could they simply be re-summoned from the abyss.  Further, any mortal who...."  He paused and seemed to be trying to decipher a line in the book.  "...hmmm this doesn't make sense.  I don't know what this word means exactly, but i think... yes... hmmm."  He paused for a moment then continued, but it would take no genius to tell that he was partially guessing on the next line, "Any mortal who held a demon stone was able to make use of some of their abilities.  The tighter they held the stone, the more powerful the link became."<br/><br/>Marcheron closed the book and set it back onto it's shelf.  Then he pointed at the stone, "That one however holds the essence of a succubus, it does not wish a man to hold it.  I ask that you take it with you when you leave."<br/><br/>He paused again and sat down, now looking more like himself, but somehow... younger.  While still an old man, he seemed to have a spark of mischief in his eyes, a slight bounce in his step, a quirk of a smile on his lips.  Once he sat down he said, "Of course, you and the stone are welcome to visit me again any time you like."  He chuckled as he looked at Brea lecherously.<br/>