"Marmonux's Challenge," by Kreesh Cerka

Note · 55 gp · Weight 2

"Orzuna bit her nail in frustration, but then remembered another term of their wager. 'I hope you didn't forget the last one from my final list?' Marmonux chuckled and rolled his eyes. 'How could I forget the omox? I have to say, your fantasies almost left me stumped this time, dear sister. Almost.' The succubus let out a catlike hiss, not bothering to hide her annoyance. 'Don't tell me you found a way to please a living puddle of refuse!' 'Oh, did I ever!' Marmonux moaned theatrically, barely holding back laughter at the sight of Orzuna's twisted face. 'You don't believe me? Amateur! If you were half as versed as me, you'd know that you shouldn't force your caress on your prey. Sometimes it's worth letting them take the initiative.' After pausing and enjoying the succubus's confused expression to the fullest, the incubus dropped to a breathy whisper. 'An omox assaults its enemy by covering them head to toe, washing over their mouth and nose, creeping inside, down the throat, deeper, and deeper... so why not follow its lead and let it revel in its desire to dominate and smother? I love accepting pain just as much as I love inflicting it...' Orzuna's face wrinkled in disgust. 'Out of everyone I know, only you, brother, could be aroused by the memory of how you were had by a clump of fetid, caustic shit. But what can you do? The condition is met.' 'That's right,' murmured the incubus. 'The condition is met, and so is the entire challenge. One thousand denizens of the Abyss of all shapes and sizes have had a taste of my hands, my whip, and my loins, and experienced the pinnacle of delight. All you can do is admit that my art of pain bears more fruit than your art of seduction. It seems you'll become my little pet after all, Orzuna — the terms we agreed upon for losing the wager. I've prepared a special collar just for you, the sharpest one from my collection...' Her laugh rang like the tinkling of tiny poisonous bells. 'Oh no, brother! One thousand... and one denizens of the Abyss. Don't you remember? You have one more creature left.' Orzuna snapped her fingers. With a clang, the wheels began turning, lifting a massive hatch and revealing to Marmonux the bowels of the most concealed of Orzuna's pleasure dungeons. From the darkness, he heard wet wriggling and faint whispers that could drive a mortal insane. Something large was rolling around in the cellar, scraping the walls, hissing, and making smacking sounds, all the while exuding waves of hatred. In a single glance, Marmonux knew who — or what — was before him. 'A qlippoth,' he drawled. 'From the very depths of the Abyss, I take it?' 'Anything for my dearest brother.' Orzuna licked her lips. 'A knot of tentacles, stingers, and suction cups, topped off with bitter hatred for our kind. Does it feel pleasure? See if you can find out. And this time...' The succubus stroked her body in a sultry motion and joined her palms together between her legs. '...I'm going to watch.'"