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Corrupting the Paladin, Chapter 1

Well then, isn't this a fine mess we've gotten ourselves into...

The paladin thought to himself as he looked up at his wrists, bound with a rather uncomfortable, and scratchy rope and chained to the ceiling with a nasty looking chain. He took in his surroundings again and, not surprisingly, nothing had changed. He was still in the same dank cell he had been in for the past three days. He wasn't given a bed or a pot to piss in. There wasn't even a window in his cramped cell.

Flickering light would sometimes shine through cracks in the heavy cell door, that was his only source of light. The goblins who captured him hoped that a few days chained to the ceiling would break him and force him to tell them of his mission.

The paladin laughed out loud, his laughter echoing off the halls.

I am a knight of The White Hammer! It will take so much more than some minor discomfort and hunger to break me.

"I will not break!" he shouted, his proud words swallowed by the dungeon. Again, his voice echoed off the empty stone walls. How much longer could they...

What was that?

It sounded like...yes...yes those are footsteps! Were the goblins finally coming down to torture him? It was about time, he was sick of waiting.

But, no. No, those aren't goblin footsteps. Goblins sounded like cockroaches scurrying across the floor. But this sounded like a single pair of boots. Yes, just one person wearing what sounded like boots with a substantial heel.

No matter. Goblin, orc, wizard, no matter what, he was ready for whatever was about to come through that door. He closed his eyes and began a silent prayer of protection.

Keys slid into the lock and he heard the metal *click* as the lock was engaged. Rusted iron hinges screamed in protest as the door slowly swung open.

His eyes still closed, the paladin started to grin, knowing that no matter who had come to visit, he would be ready. Time to make his escape. Once the being got closer, he could headbutt them in the face, hopefully break their nose and then...

Oh...oh gods...

He was ready for everything, every possible creature, but he wasn't prepared for...her.

She let the door hit the wall as she crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe.

"What's wrong holy one, expecting someone a bit shorter and more green?" She said as a smile danced across her crimson lips.

He caught himself before his eyes continued to drink in every curve of her body.

"What manner of creature are you?" He asked. Forcing himself to meet her eyes. Her...violet eyes.

"Creature?!" Her laugh was musical. He instantly loved it. He would do anything just to hear her laugh again.

No! No snap out of it! You're obviously being put under some sort of enchantment. This isn't good. This definitely is NOT good!

"Come now my dear, dear paladin...surely you've seen a woman before!" Her boots clicked against the stone floor as she lifted herself from the door frame and walked towards him. "I imagine it gets lonely in that monastery, surrounded by dusty old books..." She stopped inches from him.

Lilac...she smells of lilac. He couldn't help but breathe in her scent. He felt his muscles relax, his eyelids grow heavy, and he felt a stirring inside him. Deep in his core he felt a yearning, an ache that he hadn't felt in years. A hunger that he had been able to deny up to this point.

"Stop..." he whispered.

"Stop what?" she whispered back, placing her delicate hand on his chest. They had stripped him of his armor when he was captured. So there he stood, in a loose white shirt and trousers. She ran her fingers through his dark chest hair and his breath caught in his throat.

"S-St-Stop....touching.......me...." he was breathing heavily, his heart felt like it was going to explode out of his chest. Something was wrong, he wasn't this weak! Women had tried to get their hands on him before and he had always been able to deflect any advances. Why was she different? Why was he so weak??

"Aww. But I love a hairy man." She bit her bottom lip and looked up at him with those scorching violet eyes. "especially when I can run my fingers through their chest hair...like this..."

She reached her hand out and grabbed a fistful of chest hair. He couldn't help it and let a small moan escape his lips. He immediately looked down and the succubus was standing there, smiling at him, biting her bottom lip.

To Be Continued...