Bring her with you.

Janine squeaks as you nudge her. You bring a meaningful finger to your lips and motion for her to follow as you tip toe around the edge of the pool. The abyssal darkness of the water is unsettling but you vastly prefer it to the flickers of hellfire that you'd seen in your vision.

Thanks to your muffled footsteps, the two of you manage to approach the altar without making nearly as much noise as you feared. It's not until you are but a dozen paces from the figure that you realize that it didn't matter: the figures, for their were two of them, were in no shape to notice you.

A succubus, THE succubus from your vision, was tightly bound in smoking ropes that traced all over her otherwise naked body. The ropes themselves weren't smoking, it was the demons flesh touching them. You realize they must be soaked in holy water, the succubus's purple skin was raw beneath them. It was just as voluptuous as the one who captured Glenda, maybe even more so, with impressive horns curling back over its silver hair. A ring was fitted in its mouth, forcing its beautiful lips open wide and revealing its sharp fangs and forked tongue. Long strings of drool fell from the creatures slack jaw onto the rear of the second figure, who was bent over the altar.

It was a matronly but extremely fit looking woman, the regal but soiled robes of a war mother spread across the altar, leaving her naked rear pressed flush against the succubus' groin. Her limbs were bound to leave her prostrated across the altar, blonde hair spread out like a halo that covered her features.

"Holy..."

"War Mother!"

Janine ran forward before you could stop her and you issue a quick prayer as you follow, the pairing knife gleaming with holy light in your hand. The succubus twitched and turned towards the noise, blearily lifting an eyelid before sagging against the ropes again, as though it was too much effort even to raise its head. Janine froze as she got a better look at the succubus, mouth opening in an "O".

"Janine!" You hiss, grabbing her shoulder and hauling her back, "Keep your distance, we don't know if it's faking. Succubi are masters of illusion." The demon grunts in what might have been a laugh, cracking an eye at you. Despite your words, something tells you this wasn't an act. You'd never seen a demon look so... beaten. Now that you're closer you can see darker purples layered on the natural color of its skin. Bruising?

"What's it doing to War Mother Avina!?"

You shush her and peer closer. You get a queasy feeling that is reflected in the Rose's presence but also feel a heat deep within you that brings you shame. You're not sure how much of it is from your goddess and how much of it is your own.

You can't quite see, as the War Mother and the demon are still pushed together, but you have no difficulty imagining the succubus' hard cock penetrating the **** human woman. In the ass by the looks of it. You feel a twinge from the Rose as the thought crosses your mind. Was that important somehow?

"We have to untie her!"

Janine tries to push past you and you hold her back without much difficulty, "I don't know if that's such a good idea."

The demon's face twitches and you swear it just tried to smile. Why? This was so beyond strange, "What if we try waking her up? Demon's can... affect mortal minds with their magic-" you glance at the sheen of succubus drool on the War Mother's buttocks, "-and their fluids. It would be safer to-"

"Avina has the strongest will of any sister! She would never succumb to demon tricks!" You know that's entirely untrue, having seen demon magic's full effects at your own abbey, but the twitch in the demon's brow when Janine says it makes you pause. Maybe this was some kind of mind game...