The cavern was vast, lit up by the dim glow of phosphorous crystals and sickly green flames… Bas-reliefs and arcane symbols flanked the passage downwards; rough-hewn stone steps along the rim, leading to a large door. The fetid air was tinged with smoke, and full of the beating of drums and faint, shrieking voices. Occasionally a small procession would make its way down –humans, or human-like- flanked by colourful figures with large, leathery wings. No chains, no threats. No reason to follow into the dark unknown. And yet still they went.

“Are you sure he’s okay?” Robin said, peering over the ridge of stalagmites and into the cavern below. He clutched his wooden staff tightly against his plain white robes.

“It wouldn’t be the first time Falkis has left us waiting,” Sigmund replied. He’d forgone his usual bright and shiny plate-mail in favor of a drab brown brigandine, his luxuriously long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail.

“I-I see…” Robin fiddled with the hem of his mantle. He’d not been traveling with the group for long, but so far only one of them had proven to be welcoming of the tiny, timid cleric. Falkis seemed to loathe him, and Sigmund was kind and tolerant enough, but it was clear Robin was walking the thin line between weak-link and liability. The last of their party appreciated him for altogether different reasons…

“Don’t fret, Robin dear,” Lucille said, shuffling closer behind him, “He can take care of himself. Worst comes to worst, he’ll just vanish off back to the Inn.”

Robin squeaked. Unlike most elves, who were lithe and androgynous, Lucille’s body was voluptuous and very obviously feminine. Just being around her turned his pale, freckled cheeks as red as his hair.

“Don’t tease the boy so much,” Sigmund sighed.

“I’m just trying to make the poor dear comfortable,” She said, “If he wants me to stop, he need only ask.”

Comfortable was not how Robin would describe it; he was small, and that put his head at precisely the wrong place on her chest. He mumbled something, looking down and trying not to think too hard about where her hands were gently brushing along.

“What was that?” She asked.

“I-I was just worried about him, i-is all,” Robin said, “We can fight if we get attacked, but if something happens to him…”

“I trust him and his shadow magic. And he knows if anything goes wrong…” Sigmund drummed his fingers along the handle of his longsword, “He has somewhere safe to go.”

“But what if he’s been captured? E-even he couldn’t handle so many demons by himself.”

“You speak as if my capture was ever an option,” Came the distinctively low and archaic voice of their devilspawn companion. It was still hard to see him; the only colors on his body were the red of his skin and the purple of his scarf, both of which were hidden by beneath his large, black coat and the thin curls of dark smoke.

“You took your time,” Sigmund said.

“My apologies. It would seem our foes are more vigilant than anticipated. Whatever it is they have gathered for must be of the utmost importance.”

“You weren’t able to find out what it was?”

“The door is barred, only opened for one of their processions. From my vantage point, I could only see that it hides another cave, deeper and darker than even this.”

“That’s not much to go on,” Sigmund scratched his chin, “I’d prefer to know what we were getting into first, but I don’t think we can spend too much time planning. The longer we wait, the closer they get to finishing… whatever it is.”

“We’re all right behind you, Sigmund,” Lucille said, “Is there anything else you can tell us?”

“There is one thing. Something our healer can perhaps provide assistance with,” Falkis glanced at Robin, “You do have knowledge of those that dwell in the abyss, correct?”

“I-I… I studied some of them and the monastery…” Robin stammered.

“Hmph. That shall have to suffice,” Falkis said, “Very well… There is a creature; a thing formed of a mass of squirming tentacles and eyes. The demons present the slaves before it, and soon after they stand and follow the vile abyssal spawn willingly into the depths of their profane temple. I do not know what compels them, but I suspect some vile magic is at play.”

“Does that sound familiar to you, Robin?” Sigmund asked.

“I-I don’t know what they’re called…” Robin said, trembling as he tried to recall what little info he’d gleaned from ancient codices. “But I have heard of them. They’re thoughtless beasts, said to be made by demons to ensnare mortal minds.”

“Like Lilits? Succubi?”

“In a way… b-but Lilits prey on a creature’s desire and slowly corrupt them. These things just… look at you and drain everything away until you’re nothing but an obedient servant.”

“A useful tool in any arsenal,” Falkis said. He crossed his arms and lent further into the shadows of the cave, “But its presence here suggests that these fiends seek to build a vast number of thralls, and quickly.”

“An army?” Sigmund asked, his brow furrowed.

“Perhaps… or a labor force. Or even a mass sacrifice for a profane ritual used to summon forth a powerful entity from their nether-realm!”

Robin gulped.

“But most of the demons we’ve seen have been Lilits. Surely they could just use their own charms, slowly building up their ranks and avoid all this suspicion?” Lucille said.

“Who knows what madness works in the mind of such creatures?” Falkis said. There was a brief pause as they all stared pointedly at his horns. “… D-do not dare accuse me of sharing the thoughts of those fiends! I am no mindless servant of the abyss!”

They all pressed a finger to their lips and shushed him.

“It doesn’t matter what they’re up to,” Sigmund said, “Our job is to stop it and get all those people back safely. Robin, do you remember anything else?”

“Um…” Robin fiddled with his staff. “I think… I think it uses its eyes to control people.”

“Don’t look into its eyes. Got it,” Sigmund smiled. He hefted his pack from his shoulders and carefully set it onto the rock floor. Reaching inside, he pulled out a handful of clear glass bottles, “As for the demons themselves, we just have to fend them off with some of this holy water. If that doesn’t work, we do it the old-fashioned way. Since there’s so many of them, we obviously can’t try and take them all on at once. We’ll have to be smart about this.”

“A stealth assault would be the most prudent choice,” Falkis said.

“Perhaps we could pick off a few small groups at a time?” Lucille offered, “It wouldn’t be hard to draw them away with bait…”

Robin panicked a little at that last word.

“The danger there is if we draw in too many of them,” Sigmund said, “Or that they don’t fall for the bait. As for sneaking, most of us aren’t well trained enough to get past all those sentries.”

“Do you have any better suggestions?” Falkis said.

“Not at the moment, no. Everyone take a supply of holy water but try not to use it unless you have to. Let’s keep this as low-key as possible, and only fight when we have to.”

Everyone nodded, pocketing a few of the glass bottles. Robin gripped his staff tightly, wracking his head for any spell that could help; as usual, his contributions were minimal. He jumped as a hand came down on his shoulder. Lucille smiled down at him, giving his hair a quick ruffle as she moved past to follow Falkis’ descent. Robin took a couple of deep breaths and followed behind her, hands on the bottles at his belt to stop the clinking.

Progress was slow, with Falkis prodding and poking along the rough-hewn path with his foot to find the weakest points. They hugged the side of the cliff, crouching low and freezing every time the beating of wings sounded overhead. Robin didn’t know how long they’d been going; time was almost non-existent in the depths of the Underneath. Every step set his nerves on edge, every pause a potential sighting. He winced at every nudged stone, every clumsy knock of his staff against roof or step. A scrape of steel sent a shiver up his spine, and Sigmund’s hissed apology behind him did nothing to soothe his nerves. He almost preferred open combat; at least then he knew where the danger was.

They had made it about halfway down the side of the cavern, near one of the pavilion-like outcrops and alcoves carved into the rock, when Robin felt the gravel hit his shoulder. He looked upwards and met the yellow gaze of the figure hanging off the side of the stone a few feet above him. It was human in shape; tall, lithe and beautiful. Its skin was a deep, royal purple in hue, save for the pale membrane of its bat-like wings. A pair of thick ram’s horns curled out from its temple’s, and its mouth curled into a vicious, toothy grin.

“Above us!” He hissed.

All four of them turned upwards, just in time to see the demon call over its shoulder in the foul abyssal tongue and leap into the air, its wingspan casting a shadow over the group. Falkis swore loudly, his daggers slipping out of their sheaths and curls of black smoke leaking out of his coat. Lucille drew her wands, and Sigmund hefted his sword.

“Down to the platform!” Sigmund said, “We’ll have more room to maneuver!”

The group rushed downwards, skidding into position on the mosaic-covered outcropping just as the beating of wings rushed towards them. Falkis and Sigmund leapt to the front as a dozen bodies swooped upon them. Sigmund’s heavy sword swung through the air, narrowly missing the lithe forms, while Falkis’ half-shadow form leapt across the battlefield, leaving deep gashes in its wake. The bright lights of magic came from Lucille’s wands and Robin’s staff: the witch’s natural magic calling forth binding vines to capture the demons for Sigmund’s sword to finish; Robin’s spells repelling the dark shapes and knitting wounds back together. Slowly the demon’s numbers began to thin out as they retreated, or fell to the bottom of the rocky pit, bodies broken and cleaved.

Something smacked Robin from behind, sending him clattering to the floor. He scrambled up, trying to get his bearings. If he had been hit, then Lucille was-!

Lucille stood motionless, her hands hanging limply by her sides. A demon floated above her, gentle wingbeats holding its beautiful, androgynous body in the air as it tilted Lucille’s head upwards. The witch’s eyes were locked to the demon’s glowing gaze, empty and distant as her breathing turned shallow and ragged. It cooed, running its tongue up her neck and its hands down her body. It leaned in as Robin and Sigmund called out, a smile on its face as its lips drew closer and closer to Lucille’s…

And shrieked as a glass bottle shattered against her shoulder. She clawed ferociously as her skin and muscle melted away, dropping to the ground in an agonized heap before leaping from the ledge and gliding away.

“Great shot,” Sigmund said, nodding at Falkis. He rushed forward and caught Lucille just before she collapsed.

“I-is she going to be alright?” Robin asked.

“If that fiend has its claws in her mind, then she cannot be trusted!” Falkis said, pointedly stomping on the hands of a crawling demon, “We should abandon her, and return once our quest is complete.”

“We don’t know how far it got in corrupting her,” Sigmund said, “It’s likely she was just charmed. Either way, we can’t stay here for long; those demons will be bringing reinforcements soon.”

“I guess you’ll just have to carry me back to my bedroom then…” Lucille murmured, “Mmm… or yours.”

“She’s fine,” Sigmund rolled his eyes, setting her down.

“Are you sure?” Robin asked, “I-I don’t want to assume…”

“Just a bit of a headache,” She rubbed her temple, “It caught me off guard, is all.”

“It is unlike you to be so careless. I would expect such negligence from our healer instead,” Falkis said. Robin looked down at his shuffling feet, trying not to listen to him. Trying and failing.

“That’s enough, Falkis! I’ve had enough of you mistreating the poor boy!” Lucille pulled Robin against her in a tight, ‘comforting’ hug. His face turned bright red, and his heart started pounding again. Sometimes he wondered whether she was the one with demon blood in her. He fiddled with his white robe as she lightly stroked his head.

“We can bicker about personal failures later,” Sigmund said, “Right now we need to leave.”

A shriek echoed throughout the cavern, followed by the beating of dozens of wings.

“It would seem that is no longer an option!” Falkis cried.

“Robin, Lucille! Get behind us!” Sigmund readied his blade.

Robin’s heart leapt as he heard a scrabbling from behind; he turned to see another half-dozen demons clamoring up the path. He called out, and Falkis swore again, darting to hold the line in a flurry of short blades and smoke-like shadow. Sigmund was slowly retreating, pressing closer to the casters as he cut huge arcs through the air to ward off the swooping, diving demons. The sheer rock above the outcrop helped funnel their foes, but there were still too many at once. Sigmund cried out as an unusually large demon barrelled into his side, knocking him prone and sending his sword skittering across the stones.

Robin cried out moments before the demons set upon him and Lucille, claws scrabbling at their clothes and tightening around limbs. His staff was unwieldy in such close quarters, and his magic offered little help; he could repel and protect, but harming them was beyond his teachings. A female demon, a hungry smile on her sharp-featured face, took him by the armpits and dragged him to the edge of the pavilion, her wings beating rapidly. Robin scrabbled at his belt, hands closing around one of the cold glass bottles, and he smashed it into one of the hands. The demon screamed, dropping him just at the rim of the outcropping, and her wings took her away. Before he even had time to recover, another beast was on him. Male and muscular. Robin screamed as strong hands wrapped around his waist, pulling him up and into the sky.

He squirmed, kicked and flailed wildly, but it had no effect. He could faintly hear the sounds of battle in the distance, but he had no idea where it was coming from. Or where he was being taken. A plateau of rock loomed in front of him, and he screamed again.

Robin hit the ground hard, and soon after felt Lucille land beside him. He slowly pulled himself back into a sitting position as half a dozen demons landed around them, forming a loose circle of red, scaly bodies. He crawled away, his back pressing against Lucille’s body as she pulled herself off the ground, and he slowly curled up into a defensive ball as the circle closed around them. “Wh-what are they going to do to us?”

“The same thing they did to the other prisoners,” Lucille replied. She seemed exceptionally calm for a situation this dire. As if on cue, the circle parted, and the strange beast floated through. Its tentacles flailed gently in the air, glasses eyes blindly peering and blinking. It stopped just a few feet away from the pair, slowly turning the fleshy stalks towards them as they lit up with colorful circles. Robin’s heartbeat jumped higher as he turned away, trying to avoid gazing into the prismatic display. But a gentle hand grabbed his chin and thrust his head back, forcing him to stare at the beast.

“L-Lucille! What are you doing!?” He squirmed in her grip, her arms and legs wrapping gently around him as if to hug him tight. Her warm body enveloped him, her hand firmly holding his head forward.

“Shh…” She purred. “It will be over soon. Then we’ll both have so much fun…” Robin’s squirming intensified as he realized just how much she must have been affected by the ambush. The undulating circles of light drew closer, filling his vision and burning themselves onto his retina. He wanted to scream, but he was too busy panicking. All the while Lucille’s hands stroked and squeezed and held him tightly.

His breathing slowed down as the circles continued to pulse. His struggles died, and a deep lethargy seeped into his muscles and melted away his desire to move. It was so hard to move… so hard to even think about moving. He took a deep breath and let it out. Then another. And another. He felt Lucille’s hands slide away from his face to lie loosely on his hips, and he just kept staring at the colorful circles. They weren’t so scary now. They were so, so pretty. He could watch them forever. He let out another deep breath, sinking back and letting his head rest on Lucille’s enormous chest. She was so warm… So comforting. So were the circles. The two of them knelt together, snuggled up and staring blissfully into the prismatic light.

Robin’s eyelids flickered. They were so heavy… it was getting harder and harder to stay awake. His eyelids were so heavy. He could feel Lucille’s chest rise and fall, her slow and steady breath tickling the top of his head. His breathing was just as soft, and so was his heartbeat. Every muscle in his body felt like it had melted away, leaving his head to drop back onto his friend’s chest. So heavy… So very… heavy… He let his eyes shut for just a second and slipped away to dream.

When Robin opened his eyes again, he felt like he was still dreaming. Everything was still so slow and soft. He knew the demons were there now, but he didn’t mind at all. He didn’t remember anything. The creature was still there as well. Robin blinked, and suddenly the milky white orbs had lit up again. This time the circles were soft shades of pink and purple. They flooded his empty mind filled with the pretty pink; warm and safe, like a sunny day. A faint drone grew in his mind, and with it, his mind began to fill with his thoughts again. They were sluggish and full of negative things like what the demons were doing, or how he should escape. Robin furrowed his brow; why did he want to avoid?

Pop!

And like that the thought was gone. It was as if it had burst, leaving behind a wonderfully warm, fluffy feeling. Like Robin’s head was full of cotton. Another thought crept slowly up to the front of his mind; an alarm. A concern that what had happened was-

Pop!

No more thought. Robin felt himself smile as the warm fluffy feeling spread further. This was so much better than thinking! He tried to think of other things, just to see if they too would vanish.

Pop, pop, pop!

This was fun! He kept going, his mind filling with pink bubbles and air-headed glee as all his thoughts burst one after the other. The heat seeped into his body, his limbs twitching back into life as he giggled and wriggled against a similarly giggling Lucille. He snuggled up close to her as all his worries and disturbing thoughts exploded into happiness. Her breasts felt so soft and warm against his back… He curled up into her, letting his head rest between the soft mounds.

“Hehe! Luci loves when her brain goes pop-pop!” Lucille said. Her arms pulled Robin closer, her chin resting on his head as she squirmed against him.

“Pop-pop!” Robin replied. There was hardly anything left in his brain now. It felt so good to not have to think anymore. He couldn’t even think of why he’d been so scared of the floaty thing in the first place.

Said floaty thing’s eyes had died down to their glassy sheen, leaving Robin to pout as the soft buzz faded. His head was still sweet and bubbly, but it felt like it was missing something now. He idly tapped his cheek as he wondered what it was, utterly oblivious to the demonic circle closing around them until one of the tallest stood before him. Robin looked upwards, eyes idly tracing along hardened muscles, until he came to a square jaw and yellow eyes, framed by two bull’s horns.

“Tell me, mortal, do you remember who we are?” It’s deep, growling voice alone made something tingle on Robin’s skin.

“Um… you took us from Siggy and Falkis… Then you… then you…” Robin’s head hurt as he furrowed his brow and tried to think.

“Then you made Luci and Robi’s minds go pop!” Lucille said. Her smile was as broad as possible as she giggled away, “Thank you for making us feel so good!”

“Oh! Thank you!” Robin’s smile was just as broad.

“You are both very welcome,” The demon smiled back. A rumble of laughter spread through the remaining five, “But we can make you feel even better if you’d like.”

“Yes, please!” Lucille squeezed Robin to her chest.

“My, an eager one… and what of you, little boy?”

“Um… I already feel good… but if you can make me feel better, then sure!” He smiled. The demon dragged a finger along his chin, and he nuzzled into its hand.

“Excellent. Please, stand and remove your clothes,” The demon said.

“Huh? My clothes?”

“Of course. It will make everything far easier.”

“Um… okay!” Robin pulled himself out of Lucille’s grip, tugging his robes over his head. The air in the cavern was a little chilly, and his skin bristled ever so slightly. Soon his britches and shift had joined his robes in a pile. He giggled, rocking back his naked and forth on his heels. This was kind of nice. Why did he bother wearing so much clothing before? The demons were leering down at him, and it made his cheeks hot and his cock tingle. He loved the way they stared. Made him feel… special. Lucille bounced next to him, her massive chest and thick thighs jiggling and making him tingle even more. There was a faint metallic click and something heavy settled on his collarbone. Robin looked down, following the iron chain that lead from a newly placed collar on his neck.

“What’s this for?” He asked.

“It is there to make sure we do not lose you, little one.” The demon said. Another round of laughter from the others. A click beside him and Lucille hummed as she fingered her own collar. It looked kind of cute on her. He wondered if it looked good on him too. Robin cried out as a pair of strong hands grabbed him by the chest, hoisting him upward and carrying him to the edge of the plateau. A brief jolt of panic as the demon holding him leapt off. It quickly turned to excitement as the beating of a dozen wings sounded, the small group soaring down through the cavern to the great door at the bottom. The wind felt great on his bare skin, and somehow being held by such a firm grip made him all the more excited.

“Whee!” He said his feet touched the ground, “I want to do that again!”

“Perhaps later,” The head demon said, ruffling his hair, “For now, allow me to show you how you will enjoy the rest of your life.”

Robin cocked his head, watching the door as the demon knocked. Slowly it opened, and he was hit by a lewd symphony; wet slaps, lurid pops and dozens of voices moaning and crying out in carnal pleasure. His cock twitched into life, bobbing in front of him as the demons led him and Lucille into the depths of their inner sanctum. The place stank of sweat and arousal, so thick you could taste it in the air. One lilit lounged on a roughly-hewn throne as androgynous elven twins serviced his shaft. Another gorged herself on a multitude of enslaved members, her purple skin glistening with spent loads. Yet another had a beautiful brunette pinned under her, her spade-tipped tail plunging in and out of her slave’s dripping cunt. All around a central, circular space, demons and their captives indulged. A few rock altars or tables stood on the perimeter, and it was here that the devil holding his chain pulled him.

“Ooh!” Lucille cooed as she was laid on one of the tables.

“So many people… did they all get to feel as good as us?” Robin asked. He gasped as a demon knelt behind him and ran its tongue along his arse. It was… strangely nice. He wiggled and squirmed.

“Probably!” Lucille said, “But who cares, right? Now we get to gulp down lots and lots of yummy cum!”

“You’re speaking so silly!” Robin giggled. He gasped as the tongue slithered inside him, his cock drooling pre. “It’s not like you at all.”

“That’s because the pink ray works better on smarty-pantses,” She said, “The bigger your brain, the faster it shrinks. So, clever girls like me get to become master’s dumbest cumsluts.”

She lent her head back, opening her mouth wide with an inviting little “Aah!” The demon in front of her took hold of her head. He slowly slid his cock past her lips, down her waiting throat. The demon’s hips quickly began to thrust, creating a wet symphony of near-gags as he fucked her mouth like a second cunt; the bulge visible in her throat. Lucille moaned around the cock, with the volume only increasing as another demon pulled apart her legs and slammed himself into her sopping wet cunt.

Robin didn’t have much time to watch though: the demon slathering his hole pulled Robin onto his lap atop a stone seat, grinding his long shaft against Robin’s arse. Robin squirmed, giggling to himself before the cock pushed inside him. The demon was slow, at first; helping him adjust to each new inch as it slid inside him. By the time he could take it to the hilt, his legs were quivering and his cock twitching. He was so full…! And the way the demon ground against that sensitive spot inside him… He wriggled his hips, whimpering as the demon took hold of his hips and bounced him along its cock.

Robin had thought that having his brain emptied of all his pesky worried had felt the best. That just being all empty-headed and giggly was the happiest he’d ever been. But now that his head was full of cocks and cum he felt absolutely amazing! He loved being a dumb slut; loved the feeling of having what little intelligence he had left being fucked out of him and replaced by a craving for more and more cock. No wonder Lucille had made him stare; this was so much more fun than his old life. No more worries or nasty thinking, just thick cocks stretching his tight hole as his little prick flopped wildly in the air.

He felt his own cock tremble and clench, spurting rope after rope of sticky jizz as his mind blanked utterly, only to be quickly filled up again by more cock as his demonic master pounded away at his pert little butt. His knees collapsed beneath him, and he felt his legs get pulled up to his chest, exposing his drooping member and stuffed anus to the whole room. The pace was animalistic; wild, rough, and so very, very good. The demon groaned, thrusting as deep as he could into Robin. He could feel it pulse and throb inside him; could feel the wet, sticky warmth gush into his body.

Almost as soon as the first demon pulled its cock from Robin’s aching hole, another grabbed him and pushed itself inside. This one was thicker, and the near-painful stretching was terrific. Robin moaned gently as he was lifted from the first’s lap and carried over to the rest of the group, his legs wrapped around his new lover. He flopped back onto the smooth stone and was presented with a perfect pair of cocks. Before he knew it, his hands were wrapped around them, and his tongue was teasing the tips. He mewled and shook as his arse was pounded. A female demon dragged her tongue down his stomach, swirling about his cock’s tip and gulping down the sticky mess his orgasms had left. Another pushed away the cocks at his mouth and straddled his face, filling his mouth with her sweet juices. So much red and purple flesh; so much musky heat and guttural moaning.

It was paradise.

The torches and green candles flickered at once. And then were snuffed out as if by a single great breath. The demonic orgy paused, the darkness filled with concerned murmuring. Fingers snapped across the room, and there was light; Dozens of orbs of magical fire floating in the hands of the demons. They bathed the walls in a rainbow of colors, but couldn’t touch the center; that was occupied by a cloud of smoke and shadow. It writhed, growing until it reached the height of a man. A pair of gleaming golden eyes emerged, followed by a low, distinctive chuckle.

Something stirred in Robin’s mind.

The great stone door thudded. And again. And finally, it shattered with an almighty crack, the rubble tumbling down the steps and crashing around the column of shadow. The archway was filled with a brilliant white light that forced slave and demon alike to cover their eyes. A few of the demons closest to the light physically recoiled, slipping down the steps and tumbling into crumbled heaps at the base. But the light did not touch the smoke-like darkness in the center. As if defying the light it rippled and bulged, wispy tendrils solidifying into hands and fingers that reached inside the smoky mass.

One of the silhouette-hands lashed out, and a demon screamed as broken glass fell from his melting skin and tinkled against the floor. In an instant, the demons flew into a panic, clawing and leaping upwards as the shadow continued to hurl the glass bottles in all directions. They scrambled up the walls as the droplets of holy water burnt through their membranous wings, abandoning their slaves and lovers as they funneled themselves through the great hole in the center dome, like enormous bats fleeing a belfry.

As the last of the demons fled the shadows folded back on themselves, solidifying into a single, solid form. A tall, red-skinned man in a black coat and sweeping horns, his tail swishing gently as he surveyed the confused faces. The light behind him faded, heavy footsteps sounding as all eyes adjusted to the new gloom.

“That worked a lot better than I thought it would,” Sigmund said, lowering his sword as he drew alongside Falkis.

“Indeed… I did not expect the legions of the abyss to be quite so cowardly,” Falkis replied, lightly kicking away the encroaching hand of one of the more pro-active servants. “Back! I am not your foul master!”

“They’re probably still experiencing some lingering effects from the mind control,” Sigmund said, “speaking of which…”

“Heya, Siggy!” Lucille called. A big goofy grin was plastered across her face as she knelt beside the empty throne, her face and breasts still dripping with cum. She waved at them, bouncing on the spot while the two of them averted their eyes.

“By the nine hells…” Sigmund said.

“We ought to have expected such debauchery from her…” Falkis said, pointedly staring at the ceiling.

Robin giggled as he crawled over to Lucille, snuggling up to her warm body and letting his head rest on her soft breasts. He felt her arm curl around him and, even through the fluffy cotton ball that was his brain, he knew he was in safe hands now. Though… he did miss all the yummy cocks and cum. He idly lapped a rope of sweet seed from Lucille’s chest, his cock twitching as her fingers traced up and along his sides. “Are Siggy and Falkis going to play too?”

“No, silly!” Lucille said, ruffling his hair. “They’re gonna give us our brains back!”

“But… it’s all cummy and empty? And it’s really fun… Can’t I stay dumb for a bit longer?” He giggled again.

“Poor boy always gets the worst of it,” Sigmund sighed. He strode over, holding his hand out and over the two of them. Robin almost went cross-eyed as he stared up at the gloved fingers, cocking his head as they glowed with a faint yellow light. He blinked, and suddenly the haze was gone. He could think clearly, process everything. Like a fire had been restarted.

And he suddenly screamed as he realized he was naked and covered in cum.

“Wh-what the…?! Lucille! We have to… where are our clothes?!” He stammered, scurrying away into a corner and curling up into a ball. He could feel the demon’s seed dripping off his skin, still taste the sweetness in his mouth. He spat and hurriedly wiped every inch of his body in a blind panic. “I-I was… w-we were… oh no, no, no!”

“Oh, you poor thing,” Lucille said. He felt her hand settle gently on his shoulder, and for a moment, he looked up at her warm smile. Before realizing she was still naked and returning his gaze to the stone floor. She chuckled. “Well, I’m glad the two of you could come up with a plan.”

“It was mostly Falkis’ idea,” Sigmund said, “and we were lucky enough to find a stagnant pool I could bless to stock up on more holy water.”

“If you two could dispense with this mindless chattering and lift the curse from the rest of these cretins, I would be most appreciative!” Falkis snapped as he continued to kick away groping hands. “Begone! My heritage is not tied to your vain masters’!”

“Sorry, but I don’t think I have many castings left in me today. We’ll have to get them to a temple to reverse the effects. On the bright side… at least we know they’ll follow you,” -Sigmund tried not to smile- “The sooner we leave, the better. I’d hate for us to get caught by an ambush in those tunnels while two of us are missing their gear.”

Falkis grumbled. “Very well… let us make haste so that we can end this procession of nudity.”

“It’s not all bad, is it Falkis?” Lucille said, squeezing her chest between her arms and winking at the devilspawn. It was hard to tell under the purple scarf, but Robin could have sworn he saw the red cheeks grow darker.

Falkis led the way, kicking groping captive out of his path and muttering darkly. Sigmund was next, herding up the stragglers. Robin’s eye darted about, looking for something –anything!- that he could wear. Or hold in front of him. Or just… cover his shame! His body was sore and cheeks burning.

“Come along, Robin. Unless you don’t want me to buy you some new robes,” Lucille said, turning on her heel and walking out the door. Still very naked, and with all her cum-covered curves swaying and jiggling. Robin’s cheeks burnt red, and his cock twitched in his cupped hands as he hurriedly ran behind her.

xxxxx

Robin sighed with relief and hugged himself, reveling the feeling of being clothed again. His new robes were remarkably similar to his old; plain white, tied by a simple belt and with a mantle over the shoulders. And, just like his old robes, he couldn’t help but feel like they had initially been designed as a dress. There was just something about the way they flared gently at the hips or hugged his waist… It had probably been a mistake to let Lucille help him pick them out. Especially since she had waltzed through the courtyard of The Last Stop still as naked as the day she was born, blowing kisses and shooting winks at embarrassed and interested bystanders while Robin had hurried along behind her.

Sigmund had taken the procession of slaves around the makeshift temples that crowded the base of the outer walls to have their curse lifted. Falkis had eagerly opted to visit their enigmatic employer, Mr Hemlock, instead of leading the procession himself. Which left Lucille and Robin to mill around in the great smoky hall of the Last Stop’s keep. They waited to one side; Robin trying not to draw attention to himself while Lucille winked and blew kisses at any and all of the strapping young heroes and heroines who looked her way. Robin sighed with relief. At least, until he felt her warm body envelop him, her ample bosom pressing against the back of his head.

“You should have let me buy you that dancer’s outfit,” Lucille said as she draped her arms around his neck and brushed her fingers across his waist. Her new clothes were just as revealing as her old; everything but the barest of essentials was exposed by a short fabric wrap and loincloth, “I thought you would have looked utterly delightful in it.”

“It barely covered anything!” He said, “A-and… it was clearly for girls…”

“Exactly,” She breathed. The urge to curl up into a red-faced ball was almost overwhelming.

“Aren’t you going to buy anything to protect you against charms?”

“Hmm? Why would I need to?”

“So you don’t get controlled by a lilit again?”

She laughed. “What made you think I was being controlled?”

“Huh?! But then why did you let the monster… and the demons…?” Robin gulped, “You knew all about the thing’s eye-rays… did you know what they were going to do to us?”

She only chuckled, slowly leaning down until her chin was level with his shoulder. He trembled as her breath tickled his neck. And then, without warning, she lightly bit his earlobe, forcing a squeak of panic from Robin’s throat. Her hands slithered down from his waist, slowly tracing over his thigh…

“I-I have to go pray!” Robin cried, pulling himself from Lucille’s grasp and dashing up the stairs to his room. He could still hear her giggle in the back of his mind as he slammed the door shut and dragged the dresser in front of it.

THE END