Nora felt the breath leave her lungs as the demon slammed her against the stone wall and pinned her there. She squirmed under its powerful grip, but her body had run out of fight a while ago.

 

"I've caught you, little cleric. There's no more running for you, though I love watching you try~"

 

She struggled under the demon's grip, trying not to let the "flirting" get to her. Keeping her head had been easy so far, but she had reason to doubt that would continue. The demon she'd found down here had assumed the form of a stunningly attractive, curvy woman, taller than any Nora had seen in the village and absolutely ripped. Exactly Nora's type to an unrealistic degree, which was too much for her to believe it was coincidence.

 

"What are you," she spat back, "aren't you a succubus? You'll have some trouble trying to drink me, though I'd love to see you try!"

 

"You tempt me, little one," it flirted back. "You're close, but I'm an incubus. Not that a succubus would have any trouble draining you, but my plans for you are quite different. I want to take you~"

 

Nora flinched.

 

"That's impossible! You're- well, look at you! Incubi aren't..."

 

"Feminine?" It cut her off. "We're shapeshifters. Gender means nothing to us, sweetie, and our appearance is just a tool. And I think we both know why I look like this, don't we, kitten~"

 

Nora looked down and away to hide a blush, but failed.

 

"And I know exactly who you are, as it happens. Annora Silverblade, noble born and high ranking cleric of the Moonlit Order, sworn to hunt down dreadful, awful demons like me and slay them. Anything I've missed, sweetheart?"

 

She could feel the demon's charismatic influence saturating her, melting her. Demon or not, being pinned to a wall by a bigger, stronger woman was a  fantasy of hers. She wouldn't normally give into a woman forcing herself on her like this, but under the incubus's power that contextual distinction was quickly losing importance.

 

"I- I'm not high ranking. Noble born, but the order doesn't give special favor to initiates from noble families," she said.

 

"What a shame," the demon replied, "because you certainly are a feisty one. I would expect someone of your skill to rise the ranks more quickly than you apparently have..."

 

She felt the demon probing the surface of her mind, even as it questioned her. She knew why, too. If its goal was more permanent than a simple one off fling, it would need to find a pain point. If it was an incubus, it probably also needed her to verbally accept it before it could go very far with her.

 

Her train of thought was interrupted by her breastplate clamoring against the ground.

 

"My my you are a catch, aren't you," the demon purred, staring at her chest. The cold air blowing across her underclothes was enough to jolt Nora slightly out of her head. She grabbed the arm that had returned to her chest and tried with all her strength to jerk it away. It didn't budge.

 

"Still fighting it? Honey, this would be easier if you'd stop resisting. I can make you feel amazing." The demon moved its hand further up her chest and ran a clawed finger on its other hand up her stomach.

 

Nora spat back. "You won't break me so easily, monster! I'm still a cleric of the Moonlit Order, and I can resist you! You'll have to kill me." She spoke between shallow breaths.

 

"Mm I think you'll melt for me all the same." It removed the hand from Nora's chest. Before she could think to break free, it took both of her hands and pinned them above her head. It continued, leaning closer. "I think some part of you likes this. You want to yield to me, and all your bravado is the mask of propriety you wear for your precious Order. Not that they seem inclined to return the favor, it seems~"

 

"S-shut up!" Nora used what little freedom the demon had granted her to kick it between its legs. It smirked at her.

 

The demon leaned further, pressing its forehead to Nora's. "I could give you so much more, make you so much more... if only you'd submit to me~" Every word blew the demon's hot breath over her. It smelled like wood smoke and cinnamon. Once it finished, it closed its eyes and moved in slowly for a kiss. Nora's resolve slipped, and she met the demon half way.

 

She tasted incredible. She heard the incubus chuckle while their lips were locked, but she didn't care. Holding back had been hard enough; stopping now was a non starter. She felt a claw trace down her chest, slicing through her underclothes and leaving the feeling of a light scratch as it did. Her resolve slipped further, and she moaned into the kiss.

 

The demon pulled back after her undershirt had been torn through and gave Nora a shit eating grin. "You're doing a marvelous job resisting, cinnamon bun~"

 

Nora looked down to hide her growing blush. She fucked up, and that kiss was incredible, and she was so fucked. But she could salvage this. She didn't have to go all the way. If she refused to submit, the demon might settle for draining her life force and leaving. Dangerous, but worlds better than... giving herself over to it, whatever that entailed. The thought made her shudder, and she told herself it was out of disgust.

 

"I think I've taken you about as far as my magic can take you, for now... Your goddess's magic is preventing me from soaking into you further. Magically, that is, but I have other ways~"

 

The demon's hand crawled down to Nora's waist, and down her leather pants to play with her clit. Nora gasped. It continued, "it would be too dangerous to enter you right now, but I can still do this~"

 

It gave her a flick, and she gave a throaty moan in response. It continued, teasing her while it spoke. "All this effort resisting me, and for what? Has your Order ever done anything for you but give you rules? You're nobility, but you aren't even in a leadership position? How long have you been with them?"

 

"N-nine years- aah!"

 

"And they still have you clearing dungeons?" The demon mocked surprise. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say they didn't like you~"

 

"T-that's not true!"

 

The demon flicked again, eliciting a yelp from the whimpering cleric. "I would treat you so much better~"

 

"What do you even w-wANT from me?" Even maintaining a level tone was becoming impossible.

 

"I want you to be mine. My right hand, my servant, my adoring pet. I want to conquer you and remake you and parade you before all your prudish sisters of the order as an example, and I want you to renounce your goddess and your Order and give yourself to me completely~"

 

"No, I won't!" she shouted, though her dripping sex offered a different answer.

 

The demon released her arms and brought its hand down to cup her face. Nora knew this was her chance to escape, but she couldn't will her body to do it. Instead, she looked needily, emptily into the demon's smoldering gaze as it brought her in for another kiss. It was like fireworks in her mind, and wildfire across her body. The demon brought its hand further down to tease her nipple as it continued circling her clit, and she filled the quiet of her lover's kiss with desperate gasps and moans.

 

Then the demon broke the kiss. Nora was surprised, and to her horror she felt a little betrayed. The hand on her breast lifted, and the hand teasing her down below began to retreat. Nora shouted "No!" and reached toward the latter, to hold it in place.

 

And then her brain caught up with her body and she blushed harder.

 

"No what, pet?"

 

"No... please, don't stop..."

 

"Don't stop what?" the demon teased.

 

Nora stared at the floor and didn't answer.

 

"You've made it quite clear that you're a noble, strong willed warrior of the goddess, and it would be a waste of both our time for me to continue, right?"

 

It was giving her a chance to escape. A chance to leave, to flee to the surface, to ride home, to tell the Order what was really lurking down here, and a chance to come back with numbers and smite the vile fiend that made her feel this way. A chance to keep her faith intact.

 

The words wouldn't come, and her body wouldn't obey. And she knew why.

 

"Or could it be?" the Demon purred, "that I was right, and you do want to be mine~"

 

Tears pooled in the corners of her eyes. She knew what she was about to do, what was about to break the containment of her mind, and she already hated herself for it.

 

"I won't go any further until you renounce your Order and your goddess and beg for me to break you."

 

"...please....." she muttered weakly.

 

"Hmm?"

 

Her need and self loathing crashed into one another, crushing her faith to dust in the middle, and she broke.

 

"Please, I'll do it, I renounce my goddess and my fucking Order just fucking please fuck me please!"

 

She felt the protection of her goddess evaporate, for all the fucking good it did her, and the demon's magic poured into her to fill the void it left behind. Her desire doubled and doubled again, her thoughts dissolved as wave after powerful wave of lust pounded over them and ground them into nothing.

 

"What a good girl you are~" the incubus said, stroking her cheek. It sprouted shadowy wings from its back and enveloped the former holy warrior.

 

"I'm going to bring you home, and then I'm going to fuck you 'til you can't walk straight, and then we'll talk about your career prospects as my loyal pet~"

 

Annora Silverblade smiled brightly as the tears streamed down her face, tears of sorrow mixing with tears of joy. Mistress had released her from her dead end life and given her a new purpose.

 

Darkness surrounded the pair, and then they disappeared.