The sounds of heavy grunting filled the room as Markus unleashed a heavy haymaker into a chunk of reflective ironcite. Lilium watched the man who became her master beat on a slab of metal hanging from a chain. The reflective properties the ironcite held could make an impressive suit of armor, a legendary shield, or it could have even been used as an ingredient in a ritual to give her master its reflective nature. He could alter his build slightly and auto reflect the damage his enemies inflicted. That ability was something worthy of a hero.

Instead he turned it into a punching bag and took out his frustrations upon it. Every blow nearly shattered her eardrum. He took the backlash in stride healing from minor wounds that would kill anyone else between the blows. She knew what he needed as only his demon could.

Markus, her dear master, needed to get laid. His virginity needed to be taken and soon. Sexual frustration is bad for the mind. The more she watched him pummel a chunk of mirrored ironcite the more certain she was of his overwhelming needs.

The story was over and her need to rock the boat with it. It was time to smooth things over and getting the boss laid wasn’t a bad start. She left him to his own devices to find Trixie.

Trixie slept in their master’s bed covered up and snoozing. Her tentacles flickered, and her grinding teeth were terrifying.

This mind flayer devoured the mind of an arch angel. Unlike the archangel she wasn’t limited by the dungeon. All the powers of an archangel were now her power.

Lilium thrust her butt in the air and worked her skimpy skirt and panties off. Lilium left her bra on to let her partner have something to take off. It was time to mend some bridges.

Sneaking under the covers she pulled down Trixie’s panties to see what she was working with. There was only one hole with three tunnels. Below she saw where Trixie’s poop came out of. Followed by her tiny urethra. Her love tunnel was sealed up tight, by four powerful tentacles.

She gave the four obsidian tentacles a poke and they opened slightly letting out a drop of moisture. Lilium jumped on in and slipped her long black tongue inside. In the blink of the eye simultaneously her tongue exploded with the strangest flavor she ever tasted, and tentacles wrapped around her body with a pair of lips wrapping around her skull.

“That was the last thing I thought would wake me.” Trixie shift driving Lilium’s tongue in deeper, while Trixie gently touched her teeth to Lilium’s skull. “You know I needed a hell of an excuse to get rid of you. But after this, I doubt my Markus will get mad.”

“Wait, I wasn’t trying to do anything, nefarious. I wanted to get you in the mood. Markus needs both of us.” Lilium said. If Trixie had one person she cared for it was Markus. A rare chink in a mind flayers defenses to be sure.

“I would sooner share him with Windy than you.” Instead of feeling Trixie’s jaws crack open her skull, then her tongue scooping out her brain, and then consciousness picked apart and scattered, Trixie released her head. “But my Markus’s needs come before my contempt.” She looked up to see Trixie’s yellow eyes glaring at her. “Continue,” She said and Lilium got to work. Trixie was a rare mind flayer. Most would never think of another before satisfying their wrath.

Lilium worked her tongue like never. Using her empathic abilities, she sensed for what felt good and what didn’t. She rolled and twisted her tongue feeling thousands of tiny tentacles inside Trixie’s love tunnel grind against her tongue. It was full of slime and it dripped down her throat at a constant rate. She targeted the places that built with the most pressure and began to build it up.

Markus was coming closer and if she didn’t finish Trixie off then the mind flayer may decide to eat her after all. She released an aphrodisiac in Trixie’s system. Chemical warfare was common in a succubi’s bag of tricks. Explosions, Trixie reached the big O.

Trixie fell backwards wracked with convulsions, just as Lilium felt her tongue cramp. Quickly withdrawing it, she turned in time to see Markus walk in with an erection. Markus was covered in sweat; his shirt was off showing off muscles corded like steel cables, a set of abs that belonged on a heroic statue, and a jaw that looked indestructible.

Lilium leapt up and ripped the sheets off Trixie. On her part, Trixie managed to blush at seeing the state Markus was in. For his part Markus looked seconds away with using them. “I need to go take a cold shower.” He muttered.

Lilium thought her plan had failed right then. “Wait, Markus I need your help.” He froze and looked back. She followed his eyes to see Trixie there spreading herself. All four tentacles were extended in opposite directions.

“Are you sure? Its dangerous I’m stronger than ever now.” Markus said.

“I’m stretchy and durable, so be rough.” Lilium wasn’t ashamed to say she leapt away as Markus seemed to teleport upon her. The second he fumbled his member and his pants off, she lunged. Her four tentacles wrapped around him and pulled him in.

Markus thrust and the building shook. Instead of ripping Trixie apart, she looked ecstatic. Then he started to really hammer down into her and Trixie began burbling her version of laughter. Then Markus started laughing too.

Lilium concluded this as a failure as a threesome, but a success as far as mending bridges went. She could feel the tension that knotted inside of Markus vanish as he plunged into the mind flayer. It was like seeing a war hammer and shield have intercourse. Lilium saw sparks pour off them. Parts of the bed were burned, and Trixie kept biting Markus’s shoulders not drawing blood.

Later she heard Markus snoring like a thousand war drums. He was out and happy. Even sleeping he’s happy. Trixie opened an eye. “Thank you for this. Next time you can have him, and I’ll watch. We can take turns.” Lilium opened her mouth to protest. “You had better work on vitality, if you want to survive. Even holding back he’s powerful.” Trixie chuckled in her mind and went back to sleep.

Lilium could only wonder, had she made a mistake getting them laid.