The sun shown in through the window upon Aaralon's face stirring him from his slumber. He yawned as he stretched. He stepped gingerly as he walked away from his bed parts of him still sore from the long workout he had with the succubi the previous night. He reached into his closet removing a new robe from his shelves. Before he put this new robe on he silently cast a minor cantrip to remove the soil and sweat from the previous day. /I will have to get down to the bath house later, but this will do for now.\ Aaralon thought to himself. As he put the robe on his face grew into a grin as his mind recalled images of the debauchery from the night before. He quietly replaced the candles that had burnt out during the night in his room.
As he finishes cleaning up his room from the activities of the previous night he smiled as his mind thought through the many possibilities for which he could use his newly acquired slave. Since he had banished Xaurian the night before Klarissa's body had vanished, and so he did not have to worry about her remains being found.
Aaralon did not think his day could get any better and that nothing could bring his mood down since it was a free day and he could do as he pleased. His smile grew wider as he walked towards his room's door as he thought about victims for his slave.
"Ahem.", A polite feminine cough is heard from behind him.
Aaralon's smile fades as he turns around several spells ready to deal with the intruder, but they all fell frozen on his tongue as he saw who and what was sitting on his bed. She stayed silent as he looked at her. Her form was not as voluptuous as that of Xaurian, but her beauty far outshone that of the succubi. As the being stood up he stared at her humanoid form. She had firm breasts the size of cantaloupes and a flat smooth stomach. Her hair was raven black with to streaks of white in her bangs. Her irises were a deep amethyst purple. She licked her full deep black luscious lips as he gauged her form. She was well toned and muscled but still held a feminine softness to her body. She looked like the perfect ideal human female. The only thing besides her unnatural beauty that gave away that she was a demoness was the fact that her skin was alabaster white with blacker than pitch stripes along her arms, legs, and sides. She was clad in a tight black halter top and matching loincloth that fell in the front and the back from the bottom of her stomach to her knees. As she walked towards him Aaralon heard the click of her stiletto mid calf boots. And the movement shown him a pair of lacy black underwear beneath the cloth.
The woman reached up to Aaralon and stroked one black gloved finger tip from the bottom of his throat to the tip of his chin. Her voice sounded like velvet as her lips parted and she spoke for the first time.
"My name is Amalirel, and you Aaralon have been a very naughty boy." |