It was as if she were a candle, suddenly snuffed by a breath. Castiana was out cold, heavy with drugged tea and orc-induced exhaustion. A prize such as her had not come Iliana's way in a long while. Normally it was foolhardy men braving these depths, only to fall into her playful clutches. Fun as they were... she looked forward to toying with a woman. The sword sister was permitted to sleep easily for some time, though Iliana grew restless. Hands roved over the woman's flesh, squeezing generous breasts, tweaking nipples, and seeking the sweet, slick joining of her thighs. Indeed, she was groped without abandon, and it made perfect sense that she dreamed of being fucked in the ass, seeing as the sorceress' fingers plundered even her rear.
As the night wore on, things began to grow... stranger. Iliana herself transformed in wild ways. A darkening of the skin to a purplish hue, a thickening of already generous assets. Her eyes took on a golden glow that roved shamelessly over her new pet's flesh, and a pair of wickedly curved horns began to sprout from her temples, curling back into her raven tresses. The last of the magical glamour hiding her true self faded away, a long, thin, whip-like tail sprouting from above the curve of her rear while her tongue took on a much more serpentine shape. Castiana had officially fallen into the grasp of a succubus.
Slowly, carefully, the sword sister was shifted on the bed until she lay on her back, her limbs spread. With a flick of Iliana's fingers, tendrils of darkest shadow sprouted from the stone, encircling the paladin's wrists and ankles in a tight grip. A few hours of celibacy had been enough; it was time for some fun. Castiana would find the drug's hold over her quite broken in time... and she'd also find an aggressive pair of fingers in her cunt while a long, writhing tongue dragged itself over her nipples.