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Succubus in
Heat, Paladin in Bondage
     
    "It's alright now. Just lay still." Kara
tried to reassure the young elven mage as her hands pressed against
his chest.
    Healing energy granted to her by the Goddess
suffused through him, magically mending the bloody tears in his
leg.
    "Thank you," Evaard said. "I think I can
walk now."
    Kara's eyes glanced over the rock hard
manhood beneath his robe. She blushed, but said nothing. It was not
for paladins to consort or even flirt. She had taken a vow to serve
the Goddess and no one else. In return, her sword arm was
strengthened against the wicked.
    And the party's current prey certainly
qualified. A deceitful young succubus by the name of Lilette, they
had been tracking her ever since they found the destruction at
Logtown.
    Evaard hobbled back to his tent, trying to
rearrange his robes.
    "Everything alright?" Cray, the party's
ranger asked, returning to camp. He was the oldest of the four.
Well, oldest depending on how you counted Evaard's age. Cray
certainly acted the oldest.
    Kara welcomed him with a wave and motioned
at the three dead hell hounds. "Hell hounds. No match for the
justice of our blades."
    Cray grinned. Despite living for months at a
time in the wilderness, Cray was probably the most sociable of the
four as well.
    "I wasn't asking about you. Those things
couldn't touch a hair on your pretty blonde head. How's
Evaard?"
    Kara frowned. "I did what I could for him,
but he's wounded. If we get in a full fight with Lilette..." Cray
followed her gaze to Evaard's tent.
    Cray nodded. "Well I didn't find anything.
Trail went cold at the river. My gold's on her doubling back toward
the village."
    They'd been tracking Lilette for a week. The
destruction in Logtown still made her angry. A whole village of
peaceful men and women. And for what? Lilette would pay, Kara
vowed.
    At first the succubus had been easy enough
to find. A demoness living in a tower less than a day's ride from
town, she hadn't even bothered to hide her aura. But somehow she'd
slipped out of their ambush and proven a surprisingly capable foe.
If she doubled back, she might be able to escape the mountains. And
then...
    Kara sighed, eyeing the trail back to the
Logtown. "If she makes it to the pass after Logtown, we'll lose
her."
    "Aye," the ranger said, rubbing his hands
gently in the dirt. Kara has asked him about that once, he claimed
he did it to hide his scent.
    Kara tried to sooth the thin ranger. "Just
after you left, Dahlia went off in that direction. If Lilette
doubled back, she'll track her and bring us."
    "Yeah. That's just like Dahlia," Cray said,
a dark look on his face. "Never one to take any chances."
    But the morning came and went without a sign
of the young thief. "You know, I was against bringing her along,"
Kara said, not for the first time.
    She she and Cray were mending their tattered
cloaks, waiting for Evaard to recover enough for them to break
camp. Waiting was always the worst.
    "I know," Cray said, with the slightest hint
of tension in his voice.
    "If Lilette caught Dahlia..." Kara didn't
have to finish. Dahlia was good for her age, but a succubus was no
easy prey.
    "I know," Cray said, his hands clutching
tightly at the cloak he was trying and failing to mend.
    When Dahlia wasn't back by nightfall, they
woke Evaard.
    ***
    They heard the moans before they reached the
clearing. The soft, rhythmic moans of a woman. "Dahlia," Kara said,
the relief evident in her voice.
    "She's alive," Cray said, "But what has
Lilette done to her?"
    "Well, she is a succubus," Evaard said,
drawing two angry stares.
    "By the Goddess." Kara whispered as they
entered the small meadow.
    The girl, no more than eighteen, Kara
remembered, had been tied head to foot. "Get her free," Evaard
said, hobbling as fast as he could toward her.
    "Careful," Cray said, always the voice of
reason, "This smells like a trap. Stay together."
    The girl's moans grew louder, more
insistent, as they approached.
    Kara's breath caught in

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