Thread: The Futalegion  --Imaginette and I--

Dasila hissed when she realized that Radiance wasn't being affected by her little ball of fun. For whatever reason, it appeared that only the direct solution was going to work. With a growl she ripped aside her loincloth and gave her shaft a firm stroke, squeezing a nice thick gob of spunk from the tip and taking it in her hands. She lathered it all the way up to her wrists, causing her forearms to glisten. She held them out and began a powerful chant, speaking in a language that was impossible to repeat with a mortal tongue. In fact over half the syllables didn't exist in the mortal spectrum of sound, and to the human ears her chant sounded like a combination of ghostly singing, incomprehensible muttering, and the screams of the damned made manifest. As her chant reached its climax her forearms began to glow intensely red and steam rose from them. She was channeling the rawest of sensual magicks. Turning her unholy seed into pure energy. The balls of pleasure fire she'd been throwing were harnessed from this energy, diluted a thousand times over to keep it from ripping the targets mind apart with ecstasy so intense that even Gods could lose themselves in it. But this was pure, and it burned even her, taking all her power to restrain it, and to keep from losing her sanity. Once it peaked she dropped one hand to her side and held the other out, using it to create a hole in her sex-ball. Now you holy B-! The Demoness was stopped cold by a punch so fast that she couldn't see it coming. Somehow Radiance had been waiting for an opening, and Dasila had made one. The strike sent her flying into a building, creating a massive hole where she went through. The arm that had been held up lost control over the energy and it exploded, wreathing her in sexual power beyond anything she was ready to control. But she had no choice but to control it, or see their plan fail right then and there. Every ounce of her adrenalin and focus was brought to bear and she tore out from the building with a banshee-esque scream. She was so empowered that while Radiance was busy saving the falling humans, she had no hope of stopping the succubus. She soared down and slammed into the heroine from behind wrapping her up in her arms, gripping one of her petite breasts tightly, while the glowing hand cupped the young heroine's crotch. PASAT UL RAZASHAD! She screamed and her hand burned through Radiance's suit, searing a temporary imprint of her hand over the girls privates. That imprint carried a dose of that pure energy, like an aphrodisiac so powerful that gods couldn't resist it, injected straight into her most sensitive of areas. It would be mind blowingly painful at first, but no matter how pure the woman was, she would know pleasure so intense that it would scar her memories. Using the last of her energy she activated the third spell. It wouldn't be as effective as had she waited for her desires to rise, but it would still take effect in the long run. That's enough Dasila. Come home. The voice of Rainbow echoed through the air as Dasila started to collapse away from Radiance. The air itself ripped open, as though a door in space had been unlocked. And as if yanked by a giant invisible hand, Dasila was pulled through in haste as she lost consciousness. With that Radiance was left alone among the humans, who would return to normal now that Dasila was not corrupting their bodies. Alone with a pleasure unlike anything she could have ever imagined.