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Estrasa, sits upon her throne in an open robe, one leg crossed over the other. Upon the floor sits Tybalt, Paladin of Love, bruised and beaten, his hands held back by tiny imps, and his head forced into a bow by the palm of an ogre. They stripped him of his armor, but left the sacred cloth covering his holy sword.

"So, yet another adventurer comes to my lair, seeking to destroy me," Estrasa says. "It's starting to become something more of a nuisance than an exciting diversion. Luckily, I think I may have a use for a cute little man like you." She stands up, letting her robes fall to the ground. As she approaches, her skin becomes a dark midnight, and her eyes a crimson red. She raises her hand and her servants force the paladin up to his feet, his eyes still burning with his conviction.

The sorceress brings her fingers under his chin, a malicious, seductive smile spreading across her lips as her other hand travels downward, nail sharpening as it crosses down under his navel, following his pelvic bone down to the cloth with a trail of red, scratched skin. "I could get rid of your bite... oh yes, you would make for a lovely lady, wouldn't you?" She says this, one hand over his chest, thumb scratching his nipple.

He breathes in through gritted teeth, but says nothing.

"But changing your body would be the easy part, wouldn't it?" No... before I can really make use of you, I need to alter something else..." She leans inward, her fingers slipping underneath his cloth as she presses her ear up against his chest.

Shuddering, the sorceress says. "Oh yes... that is the heartbeat of a strong warrior... I can feel how that blood flows hot through your body..." she wraps fingers against his holy sword. "You're a wonder of physical perfection already... why would I want to alter your body when it is already so exquisite?" She giggles and presses her lips to his chest, looking up. "It's simple... it's because I can.

"I'll never serve you," Tybalt says. "I would rather die."

Estrasa licks her lips and stands up again, her free hand going around his head and grabbing a clump of his hair. She presses her body against his and stares deeply into his eyes. "I have ways of making you useful without serving me first," she says, pressing her tongue against his cheek, and licking down to his lips before forcing her way inside of him.

As she invades Tybalt's mouth, his mind flashes to various sights. To the vague memory of his mother's smile to his upbringing in the church. From his training in the arts of love by the clergy and his anointing in the order of the Knights of Love. From the sick that he healed with his touch to the monsters that he destroyed with his sword. From the monsters he redeemed to the little pink Kobold, and her peculiar magical book.

Estrasa breaks the kiss and stumbles back, dabbing her mouth clean with her fingers. Her eyes widen and her lip trembles as she considers everything she had witnessed. "T... that's her," she says in quick, excited breaths. She turns around and chuckles with a deep, dark humor. "That's the kobold. I've finally found her, eheheh...."

"Mi... Mistress?" the ogre asks, looking puzzled toward her. "Are you alright?"

Frowning, Estrasa snaps her fingers, and the ogre barely has a moment to scream before his body contorts and shrinks down into a tiny pink wriggling earthworm.

The two imps let go of the paladin and fight over the worm, their eyes ravenous with hunger.

With Tybalt now freed, the knight lunges at the sorceress and grapples her. "You've seen my life and my training. You know what I'm capable of and that I will kill you if it meant saving others from your abuse of love!"

The dark mistress of the tower rolls her eyes back as his arm chokes around her neck, but she doesn't cry out or struggle. Instead, she whispers. "Fine..." she says. "Do it... smite me with that blade of yours!"

He furrows his brow and closes his eyes. "Y... you willingly give yourself away"

"Fuck me. And finish me! I can't imagine a more erotic end!"

Tybalt blows out a deep sigh and pulls his loincloth to the side. His hearty member goes up between her legs, expertely pushing upwards towards her sex, but as he attempts to penetrate, he finds his entry blocked.

"By the gods..." he whispers.

Suddenly, the spellcaster's body shifts around, until she faces him, wrapping one leg around him and pulling him in by his head. "No one gets to take that from me, not until I decide. You have no power here, little half-breed." Her stinging words are followed by another kiss, the poisoned touch of the temptress, and her teeth bite down upon his lower lip as she pulls away, leading him back a moment before she lets go, letting the flesh return, uninjured, but warm from the bruising. Her eyes narrow, her grip in his hair tightening as she goes to his ear, whispering into him her dark promise. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll wonder how you could ever live without me..."

She pulls away from him, stepping over to the two gobbling imps. She pokes one in the back of her head with her toe, and it writhes on the ground a moment, its mouth opening far too wide as a serpentine creature bursts free from its skull, leaving behind devil meat to stain the floor. "Take my new pet project to the dungeon," she says, and then squats down before the other imp. "As for you..." she coos, petting it on the head. "I have a special mission... I know what the kobold looks like. I know exactly where she's been. Go, find me the one who calls herself Tik Tik and bring her here to me..." With that, she kisses her servant upon the forehead, letting her transformative magic flow through it as well, turning it into the perfect form to hunt down the kobold.