Zahrelon was a dancer at The Wreck. He had a problem. One of the patrons was a human with mana. It seemed that Zahrelon was not used to that amount of mana. He fucked the human female more than the one time he was supposed to do. The female was particularly feisty and began riding him after the fourth round. The incubus was so overwhelmed, that he could not keep his human guise. That was not good. What was worse was that the woman was a paladin of the god of justice. At closing time, she was still fucking him and he was weakly hissing under her. Zahrelon could not overcome the energy flowing into him. I was called on the phone and I made my way over immediately. As the owner, I was chewed out for letting a fiend in the place by her. It was better to just agree and get her out of here. She then narrowed her eyes and tried to grab me. I dodged her. She glared at me and said "You allowed him in here, didn't you!?" she accused me. I rolled my eyes and said "I did not. I'll prove it." I looked at Zahrelon. The young incubus clearly wanted my help. No one else would.
He got caught, so I had to throw him under the bus a little now. Zahrelon was drinking water from a plastic bottle. Those were for customers. Looking closer, he had really looked drained and subdued by the experience. His hair was something he took great pride in styling. It was down now. Sweat was still beading from his forehead. That was new. Normally, all of the incubi could go several rounds without even getting halfway hard. All of them liked sex. They all loved feeding. That did not mean that every john was good quality or good looking. If you were buying sex from a prostitute, the chances were high that you were not a high quality individual. It was nothing for them to do a private dance for a john, ride them and then feed. For a female, it was even easier to feed. They just stuck it in and rutted until they came enough to satisfy the hunger. This paladin was clearly not like the others. Mana made humans much more resilient. It seemed to give them exponentially more lifeforce than humans without. I still remembered how Alex survived 12 rounds with us and was still able to shoo us off.
It sucked to suck. I roughly dragged him into one of the back rooms. The paladin followed us. I looked at Zahrelon and said "You are mine now, got it!? You're going to do everything that I say from now on. You were the one that got caught, so you have no right to refuse!" "Sorry. I didn't mean to do it mas-" he tried to say before stopped him. I slapped him in the face hard. He looked shocked and stopped speaking. "Did I ask you to speak!? Only answer when I ask you." I ordered him. He was silent. I slapped him again on the other cheek to prove the point. I said "I asked you a question, did I not? I told you to speak when I asked you questions. Are you listening to me!?" "Yes, mast-" was all he could muster before I slapped him again. He was starting to look a bit annoyed with me. "Yes sir. Say it!" I instructed with a small smile on my face. He rolled his eyes and said "Yes sir." I slapped him again. "Don't roll your eyes at me. It's a super disrespectful thing to do." He glared at me. I grabbed him by the chin. I said "Open your damn mouth, fiend." I could see a shiver run down his spine.
