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Xantha’s private chambers thrummed with the Abyssal plane’s restless heat, a sanctuary forged from molten shadow and defiant love, where crimson runes on obsidian walls pulsed like a heartbeat, casting a sultry glow over the silk-draped bed and steaming volcanic pool. The air hung thick with clove and amber, infernal sigils humming a fragile veil of protection, as if the plane sensed the encroaching storm.
Brandy and Sneaks lay tangled on the bed, bodies glistening from their soul-deep union, freckled and scarred skin pressed close, breaths syncing in exhausted harmony. Brandy’s wiry frame curled protectively around Sneaks, chestnut hair matted against her scarred face, brown eyes closed in rare peace, the silver amulet pulsing faintly against her chest like a watchful sentinel. Sneaks’s glossy black hair fanned across the pillows, her lithe body limp yet radiating their shared fire.
Xantha had stepped out briefly, drawn to the throne room’s outer halls by a summons from Vezara’s lesser demons—a ploy she hadn’t yet discerned—leaving her lovers alone, vulnerable in the chamber’s deceptive safety.
Shadows stirred unnaturally, rippling like a sigh of forbidden desire, and from the gloom emerged the incubus, a sculpted predator summoned by Sylvara’s ingenuity. His form shifted as a mirage of temptation, mirroring their yearnings: reddish-purple skin like Xantha’s but broader, horns curling dominantly, wings folded with predatory grace. His emerald eyes glowed hypnotically, lips curved in a sharp-toothed smile, body oiled and taut, cock hardening thick and veined, promising ruin. He glided like smoke, silent and seductive, runes flickering as his illusion wove through them, masking his intrusion in a dreamlike haze. The air thickened with musk, stirring unbidden arousal, his siren call exploiting their kinks—the chains of their explorations, dominance and surrender intertwined.
Brandy stirred first, brown eyes snapping open, a low growl rumbling as the haze clouded her senses, her freckled skin prickling with unnatural heat. “Sneaks,” she muttered, voice rough with suspicion, her wiry frame tensing as she sat up, the amulet warming against her chest. “Something’s wrong—like that night in the Dagger, but off.” Her gaze locked on the incubus at the bed’s foot, his form shimmering as a fusion of Xantha’s allure and Sneaks’s fire—strong, teasing, irresistible.
Sneaks’s green eyes fluttered open, scarred face twitching in confusion, her lithe body shifting, nipples hardening in the charged air, slickness building between her thighs despite her gut’s warning. “Fuck, Brandy, is that Xantha?” she whispered, voice husky with lingering desire, drawn to the incubus blending Brandy’s steel with Xantha’s glow—gruff, commanding, a promise of wild surrender. “But she left. This isn’t right.”
The incubus’s smile deepened, voice a velvet purr echoing their lovers’ tones, laced with compulsion, cock throbbing, pre-cum glistening. “My loves,” he murmured, stepping closer, wings unfolding to release pheromones that raced their pulses, aching their cunts. “Xantha sent me—a gift to prepare you for the court. Let me bind you, tease you, fill you with what you’ve craved but never taken.” His claws extended illusory chains, glowing with their erotic runes, dangling temptingly. “Surrender now, feel the surge. I’ll shatter your purity, make you mine—ours.”
Brandy’s jaw tightened, defiance cutting the haze, her hand now clutching the amulet, its emerald surging as her will clashed with the illusion. “Bullshit,” she snarled, freckles flushing with arousal and fury, her body trembling as pheromones stirred her clit, her nipples aching. “Xantha wouldn’t send us a horned prick. You’re not her. Sneaks, fight—this is a trick.” She lunged, wiry frame coiling, but the magic wrapped her, chains snaking around her wrists, pulling her back, her screams mixing rage and unwanted moans as the vibrations teased her skin with infernal heat.
Sneaks’s green eyes widened, body arching involuntarily as pheromones flooded her, cunt now dripping, her breaths becoming sharp. “Fuck… he looks like you, Brandy, but wrong,” she gasped, trembling with desire and alarm, her hands clawing the sheets as the chains bound her ankles, spreading her thighs, exposing her glistening labia. “Get off us, bastard! Where’s Kat? Xantha?” She thrashed, defiance sparking, but the incubus knelt between them, his claws tracing her inner thighs, drawing moans, his cock brushing Sneaks’s leg, pre-cum smearing hot and slick.
“You want this,” he purred, blending Xantha’s drawl and Brandy’s growl, his claws pinching Sneaks’s nipple, tugging hard to spark mingled pain and pleasure. “Bodies ache for purity shattered, to be filled, claimed. Let me fuck you, so you may feel the ecstasy.” He positioned himself over Sneaks, his cock pressing her entrance, teasing; his other claw slid into Brandy’s cunt, thrusting slow, drawing guttural moans, her brown eyes fluttering with bliss.
Brandy’s scream tore the haze, her brown eyes blazing fury, gripping the amulet tighter as the emerald surged. “No… fucking… way,” she snarled, her freckled face contorted, bucking at the chains, the love for Sneaks and Xantha anchoring her. “You’re not touching her! Sneaks, fight—we’re stronger!” The amulet flared, the emerald burst ripping the chamber, shattering the chains, banishing the magic in an Abyssal wave scorching his form. He howled in agony as he dissolved into smoke, expelled back into the pits.
Sneaks collapsed, green eyes wide, complexion pale, her body trembling from near-violation, cunt slick but her spirit unbroken. “Fuck… Brandy, you saved us,” she gasped, their hands now gripping tight, their bond of love burning the haze away. “That bastard… he was gonna… gods, Kat, Xantha—they’re coming for us.”
Brandy’s brown eyes blazed with resolve, feeling the amulet cooling, its power revealed as a demon ward. “They won’t touch you, love,” she growled, pulling her close, their naked bodies pressing, breaths syncing with defiance. “Xantha’s family sent that prick. But we’re ready now. We’ll burn them all.”
The chamber’s runes flared with alarm, doors bursting asunder as Xantha rushed in, her form wild with panic, green eyes glowing full of fear and fury. “Brandy! Sneaks!” she cried, wings snapping, claws trembling at their disheveled state and all the lingering smoke. “What happened? I felt a rift, a threat.”
Brandy’s voice steady, brown eyes locking on Xantha’s, clutching the amulet. “Your sisters’ doing—she sent a demon fucker trying to defile us,” her tone was gruff but triumphant. “But this banished him. We’re okay, Xantha. But Kat… she’s in danger too.”
Sneaks nodded, green eyes fierce, a grim smile on her scarred face. “They think breaking us breaks you,” her voice husky with resolve, body pressing Brandy’s. “But they are wrong. We’re your fire, demon girl. Let’s take the fight to them now.”
Xantha’s green eyes blazed, her form trembling with rage and love, her claws gentle embracing them as the chamber’s runes worked on stabilizing unity. A faint violet mist stirred from their shared touch, a whisper of power yet to unleash. “They’ll pay,” she vowed with a snarl, wings flaring. “The court assembles—Asmodeus is here now. We will face them all together, my loves. Our bond is unbreakable. Let’s show them willing love’s power.”
The trio moved as one, a love storm ready to erupt in the throne room, the amulet now a secret weapon, her sisters’ scheme unraveling, the rebellion’s climax poised now to ignite.