As Aaralon's lips touch the little demoness, she smile suddenly disappears and her eyes go wide as a sudden burning pain stings her face. The enchantment of burning flesh sizzles her cum-drenched hair and she recoils suddenly, her wings carrying her backward in a high arc as she screeches and lands on the table, one hand covering part of her face and her other hand gesturing wildly.
Momentarily able to control his body again, Aaralon stands up tall and begins a chant of his own. As the two stand there preparing to face off magically, the Tar'oth suddenly stops gesturing and moans in pleasure. Aaralon is still working on a banishing spell with a twist determinedly, but watches as the Tar'oth begins to radiate energy. Suddenly Aaralon's cum on her body turns red and becomes part of the aura the evil fairy is radiating. Right before Aaralon's super-banishing spell is ready to be launched, the Tar'oth motions with one finger and suddenly the mage is standing on a patch of ice. Glancing down with contempt at the simple spell, he keeps his feet and hurls the banishing spell at the little demoness.
With an michevious grin she vanishes and Aaralon is startled to see the holy bolt careening back toward him! Though he couldn't be banished, holy energy would burn like nothing else when it touched an individual who was unworthy. Aaralon wasn't evil, but he was certainly no saint. Trying to maintain his footing on the ice, he crouched to duck under the holy bolt.
The Tar'oth was behind him, he realized too late as the holy bolt veered at a more extreme angle and scorched into him! Once the burst of pain ended Aaralon was left enervated. Coughing twice from the smoke coming off of his robes, he tipped sideways and thudded to the floor.
"Silly pet!", the Tar'oth cooed to him, "You've wasted too much of my energy!". With that, she hovered to the stand where the book Aaralon had used to summon her still sat open. "Friss dartem Yu", she told the book. The pages flared to life, rifling of their own accord to the passage she had asked for. Grinning evilly, the Tar'oth began intoning words for the spell she had selected. "Don't worry, my pet. You're going to enjoy this!" She giggled, spinning in place and posing. |