In the warlock's estimation, it was simply a matter of choosing quality over quantity. The Archdemoness's initial scheme had been smart enough, the warlock had to concede, since it revolved around sending a lot of succubi to have a lot of sex with as many of the defenders of the Red Catacombs as possible, for as long as possible. Indeed, over an extended enough period of time, no matter who her legion of hell-bitches would be fucking, they could certainly generate enough arcane energy to use as a catalyst for just about any spell the Archdemoness might want to cast, including a resurrection ritual. But the whole process would be much quicker and efficient if, instead of drawing sexual energy from the rank and file of the Order of the Golden Shield, the resurrection ritual was to be fueled by the lustful antics of a few select and very high level adventurers of great experience and rare talent who might willingly decide to perform some significantly erotic sexual acts for the infernal Lady's benefit.

By lending his own and Shayla's and Uli's significant powers to Zalahjen's soul-awakening spell, Jadrik knew that the energy needed to complete the ritual would be gathered very quickly in one big sex-charged burst. To make his plan even more appealing to the Archdemoness, Jadrik also had Laentharyel to throw into the mix: a relatively young elf girl getting fucked by a dwarf (and getting buttfucked, no less) was sure to add a nice layer of perversity to the whole thing, making it more likely that the Archdemoness would agree to the warlock's terms and, ideally, not be too cross about having her succubi stolen away by him right under her nose.

As it was, after an unavoidable phase of wrath and ill humor on her part at the beginning of the negotiations, the warlock's plan seemed to appeal just fine to Lady Zalahjen, who appeared almost pleased with what Jadrik was suggesting. Indeed, twenty minutes into their talk, the Archdemoness became somewhat chatty and even amused (or at least as chatty and amused as a drake-like abomination such as herself could be) by the thin dark- robed human who spoke her native dialect of the ancient, blasphemous daemonic tongue so fluently and behaved with such unabashed prideful self -confidence in front of her, intriguing her with his fearlessness.

ALL the while, as Jadrik and Lady Zalahjen discussed terms and traded the traditional threat-laced banter that all competent warlocks become proficient in after a few serious demonic summonings, Shayla, Laeny, Uli and even Veltheesza stood there, bored, waiting and looking at the diabolical figure in the portal but also, more often than not, sneaking peeks at each other's naked bodies. It had been one of the core stipulations of Jadrik's plan that they all should show their nakedness to the Archdemoness's gaze, to demonstrate a certain degree of deference and willingness, and of course to play on the infernal Lady's boundless sexual deviousness. The warlock himself though had strategically opted to remain clothed all through the negotiations, to retain a sense of self-possession and dignity as he bargained with Zalahjen, a move that apparently was yielding good results.

In truth, even though at first the companions' fear of the drake-like Archdemoness had dampened the arousing effect of each other's nudity, as the minutes ticked by and the back and forth between Jadrik and Lady Zalahjen got relatively amicable, the general sense of anxiety that had possessed the group turned into anticipation and, to varying degrees, actual horniness.

Of course, a decisive boost to the companions’ excitement came from the fact that, outside the summoning circle and a few feet away from the outer limits of its still burning pattern, the legion of succubi had resumed their usual activities, fucking and sucking the exhausted paladins with lewd gusto. On top of the obvious arousing fact of being literally surrounded by an orgy, the innate lust-inducing nature of the hell-girls alongside the sound and sight and scent of their many ongoing couplings had produced an added aphrodisiac effect that became more and more difficult for the companions to ignore as the minutes went by. Among them, only Shayla seemed to still have a grip on herself.

The main reason for the wizardess's persisting lucidity was the fact that she was intently listening to Jadrik's and Lady Zalahjen's words, trying to put her limited knowledge of the daemonic language to good use, and failing. Voluptuously gorgeous in her nakedness, the raven-haired wizardess wasn't at all immune to the sexiness of the situation nonetheless, her moist and tingly pussy indeed screaming for attention as much as her sensitive, engorged nipples were. Even as she scrunched her face in frustration and struggled to partially translate one word in every ten, Shayla stubbornly attempted to glean what was going on between the warlock and the Archdemoness, but still, almost involuntarily, her hands were more often than not playing with her tits, distractedly tweaking her pink nipples and massaging her hefty, pillowy jugs.

Also trying to remain vigilant and ready for anything, Uli was becoming undeniably aroused as the negotiations by the planar nexus dragged on. On top of the aphrodisiac scents, deliciously lewd sounds and enticing sights that the succubi were providing all around him, the dwarf was hopelessly distracted by the nearby presence of the buxom indigo-skinned Veltheesza, by Shayla's always magnificent-looking tits and big juicy ass, and, most of all, by Laentharyel's flawlessly beautiful and completely naked body. The perkiness of the blonde elf's titties, the glinting sheen of flower- scented nectar glazing her smooth rosy pussy, the firm round tautness of her perfect little bubble-butt and the toned shapeliness of her legs were so preposterously dick-hardening and mind-clouding for Uli that his thick veiny boner had been rock-hard and achingly swollen since moments after Laeny had taken off her clothes.

It was only through a supreme effort of dwarven willpower that the warrior managed to force himself to remain on his guard and keep his hands on his massive axe, which he had refused to put down even after he had shed all of his clothes. With his teeth gritted and his mind aflame with the desire to plow Laeny's snug wet pussy and, as per Jadrik's previous suggestion, even her virgin asshole, the dwarf proved to have a resolve as solid as his throbbing dick, his stubby fingers choking the haft of his deadly blade in a white-knuckled grip even as he feasted his flinty gray eyes on the tits and asses and pussies around him, his hungry gaze unfailingly lingering on the lovely, gloriously naked and visibly aroused elf girl right beside him.

Indeed, Laentharyel was extremely aroused herself, and, unlike Shayla with her attempts at translating the intricacies of the ancient daemonic idiom and Uli with his sense of duty and vigilance, the elf had nothing to anchor her and pacify her somewhat as the waves of excitement kept washing stronger and more insidious all over her perfect, naked body. Licking her tumid lips and wringing her hands as she alternated between staring at Uli's fat, granite-stiff boner and casting greedy glances all around to take in the various scenes of debauchery that the succubi were incessantly engaging in outside the summoning circle, the slender huntress had been trying her best to remain serious and focused, like a true professional adventurer should be in a dangerous situation like that, but to no avail. Between her own hair-trigger libido and the arousing influence of the hell-bitches' orgy flooding in from all around, Laeny was soon so turned on that she started pressing her thighs together to force some stimulation on her engorged clit, causing more and more nectar to drip from her delicate pussy and trickle down her smooth inner thighs. Eventually though, she couldn't contain her urges any longer, and spoke up.

“Uhm, Shayla," Laentharyel murmured, nudging the curvy wizardess with her elbow, “what are they saying? I thought we were supposed to fuck, but Jadrik just keeps talking and talking, and I... It's just that I'm getting sooo horny! Blessed stars, I need to fuck so bad

“Och, fucking Hells, lass!" Uli rumbled, his gravelly voice unusually tense. His eyes were glassy with arousal and his beefy hands were positively strangling the haft of his huge battle axe as he turned toward the beautiful elf's nakedness, giving her a look that was meant to be reproachful, but became purely lecherous as soon as his flinty gaze met Laeny's firm titties, flat tummy and juice-drooling pussy.

"Ye're making it even harder for me when ye talk like that, ye know!"

“Harder than that? I don't think that's even possible, Uli!" Shayla promptly quipped, her chuckles preceding the dwarf's own booming laughter and the elf's silvery giggles by moments, all three of them turning to stare at the overswollen, indecently erect girth of the warrior's huge cockmeat.

“By the way, I think you can drop your axe now. I don't think we'll need it."

Before Uli could turn his grim scowl of disapproval at the typically human suggestion of ‘dropping the axe' into an even grimmer verbal response, Laeny interjected with frantic hopefulness.

“Really, Shayla? You mean, because Jadrik is talking about fucking? And we're gonna fuck soon so there's no need for axes, right? Right?!"