"The master is called Orrok, but you only need to call him master." The imps have seemingly forgotten Seres' previous attack, eager to recruit a new servant for their master. "You his type, big breasted, but he like women like her as well." The imp points at Imalia, who reluctantly drops her hands, understanding what Seres is doing. "You go to him naked. That best." The three imps nod.
Chelsea grabs her bat, and positions herself over the fallen sprite. Through her pain, the creature looks up hatefully at the two hunters. "A-Arinanth will destroy you! You will both burn!" Chelsea's bat descends, putting the creature out of its misery, and its body dissolves into a blaze of fire.
James stopped his spell, as the creature burst into pure flames. He caught his breath, quite winded from keeping up the spell that long, 'Phew, ha, you got her. Sorry about the jacket, you okay?'
As Melissa is ravaged, she sees the succubus who drained her husband in her peripheral vision, smiling. At the same time, her consciousness begins to fade away, darkness growing at the edge of her vision. The ring burns with energy, and Melissa instinctively knows that if this goes on any longer that she'll be enslaved. While, in her heart of hearts, she can't deny that she feels a strong urge to submit, and live a life of pleasurable subservience to demons, satiating their lusts. At the same time, she knows that if that happens, she'll never save her husband.
He finds two small stones, some kind of volcanic rock, inscribed with runes. "Yeah, thanks." She moves up to let him lean on her. "I'm fine, but what about you?"
The imp women go to speak, but Seres hears Jacqueline's voice from behind her. "Oh, don't worry about that. We'll bring you to him." She chuckles mirthlessly. "A striptease seems like the perfect way to meet him, and begin your service."
Tina looks up and trembles in anticipation. "My ass. I want you to fuck my slutty little ass."
James took the two small stones, before he straightened up and lightly leaned on Chelsea.
Fuck! Seres cursed when she heard Jacqueline's voice, but outwardly remained calm. “Done pretending to be Doug's assistant, I take it?” She turned sideways to look at the woman. Mentally she prepared to attack with a spell at a moment's notice, relying on the barrier she had erected around herself and Imalia to protect them for at least a few moments.
She looks at the runes. "Seems like it. C'mon." She guides him to sit down. "Rest a moment, there's no hurry."
Jacqueline nods and smiles. "Yes, time to drop the facade. I've taken care of your little friend downstairs, so now it's four on two. I do hope you'll have the sense to surrender."
The imp leaves her all at once as he's blown away, colliding against the photographic screen. "OW!" He rubs his head angrily as he begins to recover, wings flapping and tail dashing. "She gone to deal with your friends. Don't worry about them, we have more fun now." He takes hold of his cock, approaching her again, tail pointed like a snake towards her.
She rolls her eyes. "You don't need to act tough. Whatever." She lets him lean on her, and they begin to travel back. When they reach the entrance, they see the old man sitting on a rotten chair, strumming a few chords on his guitar. "Ho there, you get that rune we talked about?"
“Oh, but of course! We're not stupid.” Seres replied with a fake smile. I hope Melissa can take care of herself until we're done here... A moment later the fake nun cast her holy chain lightning, aiming at Jacqueline. After hitting its intended target it would jump over to the two nearest imps, and hopefully do enough damage to stun them, or at least slow them down. “Then again, common sense was never one of my strengths...”