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Message: <blockquote data-quote="JollyDoc" data-source="post: 4095531" data-attributes="member: 9546">The six companions paraded through the streets of Shendilavri, but not many gave them a second glance, though several nodded appreciatively at Tower Cleaver and Sepoto.  Soon, they reached the palace and found the doors flung wide.  Inside, no matter where they looked, naked demons cavorted with writhing humans.  In many corners, they spotted exhausted, slack-jawed souls slumped against the rose-colored walls, their eyes as empty as the Abyss, their flesh strangely puckered and withered.  The floors were littered with bodies, some sleeping, some half-faded into incorporeality.  The demons, however, did not seem tired at all.  All of them were alert, lusty and active, as if feeding off the exertions of the groaning souls around them.  For what seemed like hours, they roamed the decadent halls in search of the throne room.  After awhile, Octurus took to muttering to himself, his eyes darting this way and that as his hands involuntarily clenched and unclenched at his sides.  Eventually, they stumbled into a vast chamber, packed with young, strong humans, elves and other mortals, all of them shining examples of beauty and virility.  The room was near body-temperature, and the air was filled with moans and cries, some delighted, others surely the sounds of despair.  At least three succubi and a dozen vrocks were there, feeding on the flesh and souls around them rather than taking part in the more pervasive activities.  At the far end of the hall was Malcanthet herself.  She radiated a deadly beauty that made it difficult to look directly at her.  She lounged upon a grasping, undulant divan made of tangled human arms that caressed and supported her with loving and gentle awe.  Finding no way to easily pushed through the throng of naked flesh, the Legionnaires took to the air, flying above the orgy to land before Malcanthet’s throne.  As they did so, new arms grew from the ground around them, lifting each of them gently off the floor and cradling them in impromptu chairs made of dozens of hands.  Both Octurus and Tower Cleaver rose to their feet immediately, looking decidedly uncomfortable.“My, my, my,” the succubus queen said, at length.  “What fine-looking visitors!  I do so enjoy volunteers.  Welcome to the Palace of Flesh and Delight.  How long are you staying?”Around the six companions, the room had gone silent and still.  Malcanthet held their gazes, stroking her chin with the tip of one long, black fingernail.  “My Lady,” Daelric said, approaching and bowing low, well aware that Malcanthet could easily see through his illusion of invisibility, “we have come to seek your aid for the coming war that we shall wage against Demogorgon, the Prince of Demons.”“He is my lover!”  Malcanthet said, indignantly.  “How can you dare suggest I would side against him?”She paused for a moment, and then began to laugh.  When she did, every demon and every mortal in the room immediately laughed as well.  When she finally stopped, they did as well.“Umm…yes…well,” Daelric continued, clearing his throat, “as I was saying, we have already enlisted the aid of others, and it is our hope that…”“I can see now why you remain invisible,” Malcanthet interrupted, raking her eyes over the young priest’s body.  “I didn’t think it was that cold in her.”  She smiled mockingly.  Daelric’s face flushed crimson.“My Lady,” Sepoto interjected, “what my companion is trying to say is that we need your help in the battle to come.  If we…”“A goliath,” Malcanthet interjected again, “and in more than name only!”  This time her smile was pure lust as her eyes drank in Sepoto’s physique.  “They don’t call you ‘powerful build’ for nothing, do they?”This time it was Sepoto’s turn to blush, but he continued with his plea, recounting their tale to date.  When he finally finished, Malcanthet began to laugh again, once more joined by every occupant in the hall.  At last she stopped once more, and instantly, all other laughter in the room ended, except for one voice that quickly turned into a scream that was cut off abruptly.“Oh, you are treacherous,” she purred, “and I like that.  You remind me of Graz’zt, in a piddling, mortal way.  I might help you, but first I need one of you to look into my eyes.  And if you can survive that, I might help you.  Or I might not.  You’re really in no position to bargain.  You!” she pointed at Tower Cleaver, and the minotaur’s face blanched.  “Step up and kneel!  You know you’ll never have a chance for bliss like this again.  Look into my eyes and tell me you’d like a kiss to seal this bargain.”Tower Cleaver shook his head violently, backing several steps away.  Mandi sighed in exasperation, while Malcanthet rolled her eyes.“Is there not one among you man enough to accept my offer?”Sepoto stepped forward, and knelt at the demon queen’s feet.  Stoically, he raised his eyes, and locked gazes with the succubus.  Instantly, he felt as if he were drowning in her eyes, and as she leaned forward, pressing her lips to his, he was totally immersed, swept away in raw passion.  Finally, a sting of pain brought him back to himself as Malcanthet nipped playfully at his neck, drawing the slightest trickle of blood, and leaving behind a mark in the shape of a pair of feminine lips pierced by a spike.  Her own lips then traveled to his ear, where they began to whisper,“You’ve served me well so far, returning that silly idol to that old bat and then releasing that wretch, Shami-Amourae.  Just like I planned.  So don’t balk now, my precious little puppet!  Demogorgon has two heads, and has always sought to unify them.  His two greatest generals, Bagromar and Tetradarian, are clones, each representing half his nature.  The more bestial of the two has just returned from a great success in the Blood War.  He rests with his army in a mountain camp on Pazunia, very near to my fortress of Vanelon there.  His success has gone to his head, filled him with ideas that he’s the better of the two.  Someone as delightful as you should have no problem convincing General Bagromar to betray his cloned brother, hmmmm?”She then licked Sepoto’s ear and smiled a full-fangs smile, and then pushed him away before turning to the rest of the Legionnaires.“There,” she said, “that wasn’t so bad, was it?  Now, go fetch my old friend Crimson from her home and I’ll give you the Iron Flask of Tuerney the Merciless to aid in your efforts.  Or, if you’d prefer, I can tell Demogorgon everything about what you’re up to?”She tapped her fingers in irritation on the scales of a marilith that sidled up to her.  All around the audience chamber, demons were pouring in.“I’m waiting,” she said, “and I hate waiting…”</blockquote>

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