Chapter 2: Building Tension
Ethan watched the scene unfold before him, unable to take his eyes away from the terrified succubus pinned under Anita's telekinetic hold. Her huge heaving breasts were thrust forward and vulnerable, an open invitation for Donovan to strike with his living sword, Dhylek.
Morrigan's wings fluttered wildly as she squirmed, trying to get free. She opened her mouth and let out a piercing scream, her voice filled with terror.
"Please!" she cried. "You win!"
"Please, I beg of you, let me go! I will leave this place, never to return. Just please, have mercy!"
Donovan approached her, his face stern and unyielding. "Mercy is something you do not deserve, Morrigan," he spat. He raised the sword high above his head, its blade gleaming in the moonlight.
The supernatural seductress wiggled sexily, her attempts to free herself from the little girl's power growing ever more frantic.
But Anita's grip was steadfast, and she held Morrigan firmly in place.
Donovan watched the demoness's rapidly heaving breasts, thrust forward and vulnerable. The scent of her sweat and pheromones permeated the air, an intoxicating perfume given off by her terror. "I can smell your fear, Hell bitch," he said, enjoying her helplessness. "You stink of it."
"Please," Morrigan pleaded with a voice that still sounded like a sweet, tender song, "Someone please help me! I'll do anything....!"
"No one will help you now, bitch," Donovan said coldly, and swung the sword. The jagged blade of Dhylek sliced deep through the firm flesh of the succubus's breasts, sending twin squirts of blood into the air.