<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Succubus2.png)</div>Alactra's thighs rubbed together as she watched Ungrath begin to properly toy with both Syncope and Solana, a notable amount of jealousy warring in her mind with a clear sense of arousal and enjoyment at the sight of a captured angel and a fallen paladin being sexually tormented so.  Her succubus blood was already calling out to her, making her crave the physical pleasure that Ungrath was giving to both of the other women, and at the same time that demonic blood was also pushing her in another direction, making her wish that she could be the one in charge of this lovely little warm-up session...<br/><br/>The angel and the human may not have been stirring up that true, burning hunger within Ungrath, but one good look at Alactra would likely be all she needed, if that was what she truly desired.  The fallen archmage had been an elf in her previous life, and while she no longer was the true elf she had once been, she had become something that the Hunger of the Depths would likely find even more appealing.  On the Material Planar world from which Alactra hailed, the elven people in their distant past had once had a mighty empire that had stretched across an entire continent.  Stamping out all competition and bringing in an age of prosperity for their people, it wasn't long before they entered a decadent phase, and when they did, more unsavory elements had taken advantage of that decadence to begin sowing the seeds of corruption within that once-mighty elven empire.  A few of the noble houses of the empire made deals with demons and fey, and began interbreeding with them in a program carefully-designed to bring in a new, superior race of elf.<br/><br/>That empire had long since fallen, brought down by the hubris of its own leadership, but Alactra was descended from one of those corrupt noble houses, and the transformation that Vholdran had put her through had brought out that latent bloodline, transforming her into one of the end products of those fiendish breeding programs.  She was a Fey'ri, a being that combined noble elven blood with the sinful beauty of a succubus, with just a hint of a nymph's unearthly grace to give her the proper otherworldly air.  Exactly the sort of curvaceous treat to truly whet the Altraloth's appetite, in other words.  Though the fact that she was walking around in what looked like a cross between an exotic harem dancer's costume and sexy lingerie probably didn't hurt, either.<br/><br/>"While the<em>tongues</em>effect allowing her to speak any language is being suppressed by her manacles, the telepathy power granted by the castle should function without any issues,"  The fallen archmage suggested helpfully, when it became clear to her that the Lady Ungrath was unable to speak any of the upper planar languages that Solana knew.  "It will allow her to respond in kind, as well, though for the time being, she seems to prefer to stay silent.  She likely doesn't want to give us the pleasure of watching her squirm... not that that's going to stop us from taking it anyway."<br/><br/>Alactra offered the altraloth a thumbs up at the pose she manipulated Syncope into, and it wasn't long at all before she began pushing her way back towards the closet, stopping only to suddenly and somewhat viciously pull out the beads she had stuffed up into the Solar's slit, knowing that Nyag'thon would likely force her to enjoy that sudden bit of stimulation quite a bit more than she wanted, as well.  Licking each little orb clean of what little celestial juices had managed to gather on them, she made her way back to the closet, pulling the door open and searching through its contents for piercings, clamps, and more antimagic and anti-teleportation bindings.<br/><br/>And when Ungrath gave her last order, telling the Fey'ri to find a set of chains for herself, as well, the fallen archmage hesitated for only a moment before turning to give a rather sultry response to the Archfiend.<br/><br/>"Defiling me sounds less like a gift to my Lord Vholdran... and more like a gift to yourself."  Not that she particularly minded.  In fact, playing something of the tease, she even commanded her clothing to change shape further, the fabric shifting and flowing, shrinking in upon itself until it became something truly obscene, a leather harness that left absolutely nothing to the imagination... including the glistening wetness of the Fey'ri's own arousal as she turned back around and bent down to start digging through a chest.  "I'm afraid I'll need a little convincing, if you want me to go along with your desires.  Of course, it wouldn't really be a true defiling if I actually had any say in the matter..."<br/><br/>And, straightening back up, she began making her way back out, her arms full of quite the variety of sexual accouterments, and her voice switching over to telepathic communication between herself, Ungrath, Syncope, Nyag'thon and Solana.<br/><br/><em>...Just like it technically wasn't a true defiling when a young Archmage from the Paragnostic Assembly stood before Lord Vholdran in this very castle, less than two hours ago.  She entered with a noble heart and righteous fury at the crimes of a wicked demon lord, yet in the end she was left collapsed on the ground, beaten and broken without even receiving a single bruise or scratch.  And then, as is only right and just for the loser in any contest, she offered herself body and soul to the demon lord who had conquered her.</em>And, finally making her way back up to the Solar, she knelt down, depositing much of what she had gathered on the ground at the captured angel's feet, and took her first item, a cold iron clamp, and began firmly affixing it to the heavenly general's clit.<em>Should I recount every detail of what Lord Vholdran did to me as we begin wrapping up General Dawnfury into a lovely erotic present for the rest of our comrades, Lady Ungrath?  Perhaps I should tell her how I used to be a mere high elf, shorter than even little Syncope here, and describe for her the exquisite agony of feeling that monstrous, ogre-sized cock of his penetrating all the way up to my womb...</em><br/><br/>Which was her way of both giving Nyag'thon a little more to work with, when it came to molding Solana's mind, and signalling to Ungrath that she was considerably more sturdy than the human paladin currently wrapped up in her tentacles.