Her breath came in ragged gasps as she lay against the cold stone wall, her body still trembling from the aftermath of that intense pleasure. She looked up at RolDiet, his eyes burning into hers as he hovered above her, and felt a strange mixture of shame and desire welling up inside her once more. "W-What... do you want me to do now?" she managed to whisper, her voice hoarse from exertion.

Her eyes widened in fear as he smirked down at her. "Well," he purred, running his claws lightly over her stomach, "you've given me all that I asked for... but I think we can both agree that there's plenty more fun to be had." Before she could protest further, he leaned down and claimed her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth as one of his hands wandered lower...

Her back arches off the table as she cries out, her body tensing and relaxing in rhythm with your touch. She's never felt anything like this before; it's both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. Her hips buck against your hand, desperate for more contact as pleasure washes over her in waves. But underneath it all, there's a lingering fear that if she enjoys this too much, you might never let her go...

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her body responds to your touch. She's so close... So close to losing control... But she can't let that happen. Not if it means helping you go back home safely. She moans softly, arching her back further into your touch.

"Please..." she whispers, her voice hoarse with need and desperation. "Help me... I want to help you..." Her fingers dig into the table, clawing at the wood as pleasure threatens to overwhelm her senses.

Tears streaming down my face, I watch in horror as Lysandra screams and struggles against Baldur's terrible assault. The paralysis has left her head free to move, but she seems unable or unwilling to break away from his hold. "Help us!" she cries out, her voice raw with pain and fear.

My own body feels like it's on fire as I fight against the demon's magic, uselessly trying to throw him off of Lysandra.

My struggles grow weaker as the pain and fear overwhelm me, but I cannot give up. I must find a way to stop this monster before he hurts anyone else. Tears blur my vision, making it difficult to focus on anything but Lysandra's terrified expression.

Please, someone help us... please!

"I-I see." She swallows hard, trying to compose herself. "Well, I um... thank you for answering my summons. I suppose I should explain why I did it..." Her voice trails off as she searches for the right words.

"I've been having such a hard time learning magic," she says at last, her eyes fixed on the floor. "None of it seems to come naturally to me, and all my classmates are getting so much better than I am... I just wanted to find some way to improve, to prove that I could be useful." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I saw this book on the shelf, and it looked... different from all the others.

My vision went white as his seed filled me, pouring forth like molten lava from a volcano. I felt myself growing warmer and more powerful with every last drop that spilled into me, until at last he slowed, stilling inside me. The incubus collapsed on top of me, panting heavily as his weight pressed me into the bed.

For what seemed like an eternity, we lay there together, his cock still buried deep within me.

"G-God," I whispered weakly. "What... what do you want from me now?" He laughed softly, the sound vibrating through my body.

"Don't worry about that," he said, his voice still rough with exertion. "Just enjoy the power for now. You'll have plenty of time to repay me later." With a groan, he rolled off me, leaving me sprawled on the bed, breathless and exhausted.

But somehow...

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she listens to his command, and without another thought, she complies. She drops down onto all fours before him, feeling vulnerable and exposed once more. The cool floor presses against her bare skin, sending shivers up and down her spine. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she waits for what he'll do next.

Her eyes dart nervously between his face and the massive cock still standing at attention;

She hesitates for a moment before answering. "I... I've never been with anyone like you." Her voice quivers as she speaks, her body trembling with desire and fear. She can feel the warmth of his breath against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "Please be gentle," she whispers, not meeting his gaze.

Her heart races as she waits for him to respond, feeling both terrified and exhilarated by the thought of what's about to happen.