Bidhara, the Unquenchable Sire

Your eyes linger with an envious gaze at the angular, purple cock of Bidhara. Once more, it seems Filistria’s perception must be solely on you, for she approaches the image with fingers steepled in delightful focus.

“Bidhara,” Filistria begins with a soft chuckle, “I should have known. The only thing more notorious than your charm is your cock, my Herald,” the grand warlock says teasingly. She licks her lips and snaps her fingers. All of the icons save for the tentacled purple rod of Bidhara vanish, casting the cult leader’s fair skin in a neon purple hue. It also amplified the rich color of your silk robes. “Tell me, what do you know of the bonding ritual?” she arches a brow, curling her lips into a playful smirk. You aren’t sure if she’s just toying with you or plotting your doom.

“As I recall from the old scrolls,” you say, clearing your throat, “Bidhara demands a union of flesh,” you recite, struggling to avoid the distracting and tantalizing form of the cult leader. Filistria begins circling you slowly, swaying her hips with each step.

“Indeed, you must graft the chaos beast to your own body. But there is more. You must pay tribute to the Unquenchable Sire by selecting your first consort,” Filistria says, running a hand up and down the back of your robes. You are about to speak, when she pinches your backside. Thankfully, you stifle the instinctive yelp and shut your trap. “A choice must be made, and you must choose wisely,” Her eyes remain fixed on you with a fierce focus, like a cat waiting to pounce on a powerless mouse.

With a clap of her hands, Filistria summons three cloaked and hooded figures into the room. Each wears robes identical to your own. What could she be up to now, you wonder. She brushes her blonde curls out of her face and seats herself behind the dark, mahogany desk. Now the blob of gray mush pulses on the wooden surface between you. Filistria sits with regal posture and a restrained smile. Your eyes pan back to the three hooded figures, and as one they shed their robes in a single motion.

“Bidhara demands a ritual offering of seed and conception. You will bind yourself to the chaos beast, but you may choose only one,” Filistria declares, sweeping her arm across the nude women. Before you stand three initiates of the cult of Grevakhnu. You know none of their names, but you recognize their faces as some of the newer recruits. Not one of them could have been here longer than a season. You do admire the diversity of the lineup though.

The first is a woman with fair skin, shoulder-length strawberry hair, and freckles along her face and shoulders. You suspect she is somewhere in her late twenties to early thirties. She has somewhat plain features, but her soft, maternal body, wide hips, and slightly sagging breasts suggest she is already a mother.

The second is a woman from the east. Her black, straight hair is tied in a braid that reaches to the small of her back. By her slender build, narrow hips and pert breasts, you conclude she has not yet endured the toils of pregnancy. She wears a pallet of vibrant, white-and-red makeup in fractal designs along her cheeks and around her narrow eyes. More of it snakes across her body in beautifully ornate designs, curling beneath her breasts and down to her mons. This does make it difficult to determine her age as a portion of her face and body are obscured, but you reckon she is around twenty years of age.

Flawless skin darker than Filistria’s mahogany desk and a mane of thick, coiled hair suggests that the third woman hails from the scorching desert across the narrow sea in the south. Quite a way from home; it appears Grevakhnu’s reach is far indeed. It is hard to judge her age, but you surmise she might be in her mid-twenties. She bears an enticing hourglass paled only by Filistria’s exaggerated curves. Her modest breasts sit high and round on her chest, implying she too has not yet carried children. And yet judging by her wide hips, round ass, and thick thighs, motherhood would suit her well.

But there is more to this. There must be more. In this cult, if you are given any kind of choice, it often comes with a chance for failure. Trial by fire, as the saying goes. You tear your eyes from the buffet of beauties to address Filistria. Your eyes lock for a long pause before you open your mouth.

“This is a test,” you say with a tone of certainty. In that instant, Filistria’s restrained smile cracks into a pearly fiendish grin.

“I see your lust has not clouded your cunning, my Herald,” she purses her lips and reclines back in the chair, shedding her air of nobility. You were right. Nothing came easy with this woman. “Bidhara has certain tastes in his prey. An empty womb is an opportunity to spread his power,” she explains and stretches out her hand to gently stroke the chaos beast on her desk. Again, it resumed its unsettling purring. “Three wombs stand before you, but only one is vacant,” Filistria laughs, relishing your discomfort. Ever the sadist.

You look back to your options. The ginger has been pregnant once, which means she could be pregnant now, but that could also be bait and she’s actually the only one without a full womb. You suspect an incorrect choice will not hamper your chances of founding a cult, but if you made the choice Bidhara enjoys most, you will most certainly gain a boon from the demon prince.

An alternative enters your mind. How did you rise through the ranks of the cult? Was it playing by the rules as presented? Of course not. You cheated, you lied, and you seized every bold opportunity that came to mind. You could always suggest your own consort for the ritual… and Filistria was being awfully handsy with your earlier. You also know for a fact that she is not currently pregnant. Perhaps you could gain Bidhara’s favor and breed the cult leader at the same time!

But then the image of that veiny, green belly came to mind. Shugga. She stole your title as the new Grand Warlock. If you couldn’t have the throne of the cult, perhaps you could humiliate her one last time before hitting the road. Although judging by what Filistria said, Bidhara prefers empty wombs. You weigh the possibilities, struggling to think like a capricious demon prince. Would the Unquenchable Sire approve of such a brash proposition? Even if she is already carrying another’s wretched spawn?

So many choices…