Intervention (2)

Agni felt her control slipping. It had been such a long time since she felt this way, so long in fact that a part of her was beginning to panic. The truth is, when it came to sex Agni felt...awkward. She couldn’t explain the emotion, partially because it stayed in the background like some sort of silent stalker with cold, waxy eyes.

One thing that Agni took note of was the plethora of emotions she was given to feeling at any given moment. If being a man was akin to a box of crayons, being a woman was like watercolor painting in terms of emotions. Everything was vibrant, new and intense. Something as simple as looking at Shula would illicit irresistible urges to cuddle or pinch her cheeks. Nevermind the hundreds of sexual impulses Agni struggled to deal with every day.

Like a film strip of debauchery she would replay these missed opportunities as she felt her body tense, her eyes taking on a pink glow which indicated her own excitement. In fact she was doing it as her lap dance began to border on obscenity. She could feel the warmth coming from the young woman’s body, a sensation that slowly began to stoke a fire within herself. Thoughts like modesty slowly began to push themselves out of Agni’s brain.

Seven people watching? Ha! This meant nothing -- and that’s the line where Agni found herself being sharply pulled back to reality. When she ‘came to’ she was gently licking and sucking at the young woman’s neck -- the contact was brief and only for a second but she’d left a passion mark the size of two coins put together.

“Ahhhhh booo. Damn defective demon.” Shula muttered from behind as she watched Agni come back to her senses. It was obvious that the imp was completely disappointed.

Still, Shula had a plan.

*The closer you go to the line the harder it will be to sense it. Eventually… you’ll cross it. And then...and then…* Shula couldn’t help but smirk as she thought of the possibilities.

She even began to sing a song in her mind.

*Tiddies n Ass, tiddies n ass -- just can’t wait for tiddies n ass!* To anyone watching Shula at this moment they would have noticed a fiercely tyrannical expression overcome her, followed by a gloating smirk.

“Aww. Why’d you stop? I was really enjoying that sweet heart!” The lap dancing ‘nun’ laughed with girlish glee as she ran the tip of her finger against Agni’s chin. The woman locked eyes with Agni as she continued rocking her hips back and forth, working the rhythm into something of a hypnotic trance. Agni felt her hands twitch, suddenly she wished they were free so that she could grab a handful of ass and squeeze.

She bit her lip in anticipation of this as her thoughts slowly drifted towards the sensual once more. Then -- just as quickly as the lapdance started it ended. Agni almost wanted to protest.

She did in fact as her brows took on a “wtf” scowl momentarily before she recovered herself.

“Next.” Shula said as she began to gently massage Agni’s shoulders.

*T-that feels good..* Agni could feel the edge of tension which lay buried deep within her heart slowly begin to melt away. This small distraction was enough for her to tilt her head back and gaze upwards at Shula, only to find the little tyrant’s expression was a bit shocking.

*She’s..definitely got issues.* Agni thought, right before another woman’s touch against her knee refocused her attention. A new nun, this one with a completely different set of assets-- heavenly mounds, stood before her.

“I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting a succubus,before.” The girlish laugh and the clear vibrant expression of delightful mischief was all it took for Agni to be invested. Much like the last ‘nun’ she began her work, gently brushing the tips of her fingers along Agni’s inner thigh. The sensation was like electricity which traveled from her flesh and tingled her spine, creating a sort of euphoric temporary paralysis. After this sensation ran its course through Agni’s body she couldn’t help but squirm, attempting to squeeze her thighs together but to no avail.

With Shula massaging her shoulders and the busty nun teasing the soft, sensitive flesh between her legs Agni was trapped in a different kind of ecstasy.

*Prime the engine...and she can’t resist..* Shula thought with a smirk. To all other onlookers she resembled a diabolical masseuse.

Soon the busty nun took a seat, straddling herself across Agni’s lap as well. Her breasts were overflowing from the low cut, specially modified nun’s habit. So much so that Agni could almost see her nipples peeking...almost. The woman grasped Agni by the back of her neck and pressed her breasts against the Succubus’ cheek while leaning forward until they were just millimeters apart.

“You look troubled my dear. Let me soothe the weight of all of your sins.” The nun said.

She was sure that her words would elicit a powerful response, and indeed the nun was right --it just wasn’t the response she expected.

Agni’s eyes went blank as a pained expression replaced the longing behind her gaze. The nun immediately noticed the change, a massive shift in the current mood, and for a moment she felt as if she’d misstepped.

Even Shula seemed perplexed. Things were going so well in her eyes.

“Alicia. Let me...have a moment.” Zula’s voice pierced the moment of shifting silence, causing the busty nun to stand, offering Agni a smile and wink before she stepped aside.

Suddenly Agni didn’t have the strength to look anyone in the eye, her chin sank slowly as a torrent of thoughts filled her mind. Long forgotten memories which reminded her of a pain she had yet to relinquish hold over.

“I know that look.” Zula said softly as she knelt before the bound Succubus.

“Everyone, can you step outside for a few minutes please?” Zula asked, adding “Thank you.” As one by one the people within the room stepped out into the hallway. That is all but Shula. Although Zula meant for her to leave as well, understanding the bond between her and Agni made her realize that her absence probably wouldn’t matter.

“Memory flood.” Zula said as she stood and glanced towards Shula.

“Take these off.” Zula instructed as she placed a gentle hand on Agni’s knee. Half a minute later the ropes which binded the succubus were gone.

“It’s.. a condition we adventurers suffer from. Some more than others.” Zula said as she pulled up a chair and sat opposite from Agni who had now grown silent.

“It’s when an action or situation reminds us of memories from our past life. Unfortunately, more often than not, those memories tend to be painful. It’s like experiencing it all again, so vividly..” Zula reflexively rubbed her own shoulder as she spoke.

Shula lingered behind Agni and off to the side, completely silent as she watched. It was unusual to see the succubus down, in fact she’d never seen it. Also the emotions that were seeping into Shula’s heart were also….

The imp suddenly felt heavy, as if a great burden was weighing her down and the more she struggled to understand the feeling pressing down on her, the more Shula felt as if she was falling into an endless sea of sadness. The emotion was so intense that Shula herself started to tear up.

“My point is… you’ve been granted a new life. It wouldn’t do to allow memories of your past to weigh you down and affect this opportunity. Whatever it is, clearly it left a deep impression on you. Something that’s still holding you back. I’ll listen, if you want to share it with me.” Zula said, taking Agni’s hands as she spoke.

Zula knew it wouldn’t take much to get the ball rolling. As a Courtesan her abilities were simple yet invaluable to her job. ‘High Empathy’, an ability that allowed her to understand her client’s needs on an intimate level. What was needed here was.. Catharsis. Still Zula would never anticipate the heartbreaking words that came from Agni’s mouth. Her face was still, reminding Zula of a placid lake’s surface as the succubus lifted her head. Two long streams of fallen tears wet her cheeks, with more falling by the second as she opened her mouth to speak.

“They, stole... love from me.” With this tearful statement Agni’s face slowly morphed as her exterior cracked, revealing a pained expression as a flood of tears began to fall.