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It was just the beginning, indeed. When the kobold watched as her fellow servant writhed on the floor, panting heavily, arching her back, and begging for release, she realized something new and most intriguing was happening.

"Stop it," she commands.

"As you wish," M'Goreh responds, floating beside his kobold companion.

And Asuka stops, her breaths quick, her eyes staring at nothing in particular as tears and drool run down her face.

Quiquan kneels beside the canine kobold, holding out a hand. "Asuka, are you alright?"

Asuka swallows, glancing over toward Quiquan and then retreating from her. She pulls her legs close to herself and whimpers.

"What dark powers are these?" asks Quiquan, "that I would make her cower."

"Give it a minute, boss," M'Goreh says, floating beside her, crossing one leg over the other, resting his head in his hands, whistling through a mouthless voice.

Asuka finally gasps and pulls herself to her feet, shaking herself off as if bathed in a torrential downpour. She plays at her robs and keeps her head low. "I don't know what happened to me—a feeling of great, yet terrible, delight."

"Is that what this power is?" Quiquan says. "I'm nothing more than one who can make people indulge in their base desires through such brute means? What power is this? It is a parlor trick! Nothing more!"

M'Goreh floats in front of the kobold, clicking and clucking, wagging his finger disapprovingly. "Oh, boss, boss! You think it's too low. Come on and concentrate. Think outside the box, why don't ya? What are you gonna do, pretend that your mistress Tik Tik has all the answers when it comes to erotic magic?"

"No. I can have answers, too!" Quiquan barks.

"Then, you need to embrace what it means to be an eromancer, wouldn't you say?"

Quiquan grips her head. "But the impropriety of it?"

"Doesn't exist in your culture anymore."

"My queen wished me to be a great wizard."

"Your queen desires an eromancer of amazing skill."

"I don't care much for sex."

"Then, you can leave it to me," M'Goreh says, placing a glowing ethereal lead in her hands. He trails its existence to his neck, where he traces the form of a collar around himself. You get to point me in the right direction."

She grips the lead tightly. "I'm under the impression that you're supposed to get something out of this arrangement as well."

"A little fun here, a little influence there. Just listen to me and let me have my way, and you can be the most powerful mage that can rival Tik Tik!"

"Vuh-very well…"

This whole time, Asuka frowns, watching the kobold speaking to her familiar. She takes a deep breath and barks out. "Quiquan—whatever you are doing, I insist you stop and speak with the mistress about these matters! Either you will inform her, or I shall warn her myself."

M'Goreh shakes his head. "Are you going to let her spill the beans early?"

Quiquan loosens her grip on the lead. Enough slack is given so that M'Goreh can chuckle deeply and resonantly.

The room around Asuka goes dark—darker than a moonless night in the Great Wastes, but one force remains burning before her—those crimson eyes staring into her soul, stepping up to her.

"Hey, baby," the imp says, a growl in his voice. "Wanna see how we do things in the underworld?"

In response, Asuka pulls out hidden blades under her voluminous robes. "I will not indulge unless my mistress wills it!"

"Oh, I get it, I get it," the imp chuckles, stepping slowly around her. "You care what your mommy Tik Tik has to say. Well, I'll have you know that if she and I were to meet, she'd be begging to suck some imp cock right about now."

"You do not make for a compelling argument," the doggie kobold growls.

"And yet, you aren't saying ‘no,’ are you?"

She bites her lip.

"Come on, good girl, I know what turns you on. I know the secrets in your life that keep you from exploring yourself. What do you have to fear here? Authority? Ha! Your mistress has no authority over me, and no one here has authority over you."

Asuka whines, her hands trembling, her blades falling to the ground at her paws.

"That's a good girl," he coos behind her, hands on her shoulders. Somehow, he has her robes off, pulling them down to expose those shoulders and her arms, just shy of getting to her breasts.

And the canine kobold's tongue rolls out, her panting that of desperate desire, her legs giving out, and finding herself collapsing against his body.

And Quiquan stands there, watching as she falls to her knees—on her knees before Quiquan.

"See, what did I tell ya? Easy-peasy," the imp says, returning the lead to the kobold.

Quiquan takes the ethereal thing, stroking it tenderly. "I don't understand. You aren't going to fuck her?"

"I'm an imp of horniness," M'Goreh says, snickering. "Whatever floats someone's boat is what I make happen. For her, it's being praised, funnily enough. Some people need to be told they're worthwhile. Others want a rub-n-tug."

Quiquan gulps, turning and pulling on the lead. This gags the imp and forces him to follow her.

"Gack, warn me next time, boss!"

"Need I do so?" Quiquan asks, looking over her shoulders and looking at him with a half-hooded glare and a smirk that speaks volumes.

"Now that's what I'm talkin' about. Where to next?"

"We're doing to discover what turns other people on," she says.

As Quiquan struts away, the imp rubs his hands together, muttering under his breath. "Already got you figured out."