Celebrate the night with an Orgy

What better way to celebrate your victory over some religious idiots and useless hotshots with an orgy of night-long sex, feasting and drinking? Everyone in your army needs to unwind after a long, hard siege, after all, especially you.

Fortunately, for a fortress of such gigantic size, there was an equally large mess hall your men took the liberty of converting into a banquet hall, casks of ale and wine brought to dining tables now laden with dishes and cups. Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Goblins and Orcs alike, all under the banner of the Ironfist dined, fought and fucked as equals.

With you as Lady General, you had the honour of sitting at the end of one long table, your seat an ornately crafted chair repurposed as a pseudo-throne.

Many musicians and bards in your army stood to the side, armed with their instruments and tools of trade.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention please?" You called out.

Such was your authority that all went silent at your command.

"We have won us a great victory this day, Ironfist!" You started, "It was by no means a long and difficult siege, but we have made history this day! The Holy Fortress, Deum Arcemque, long said to be blessed by the Gods, has fallen to us!"

A round of raucous cheers resounded among your men.

"And now, not only do we have a mighty fortress we can do with as we please, we also have earned many slaves to breed and use!" You continued, "Give it time, and this fortress will be our bastion - our headquarters for conquest of this land, this entire continent!"

More cheers followed, all with greater enthusiasm.

"But this is merely the first of many trials we must overcome!" You said, "Even now, that pathetic lout of a King continues to rule on his undeserved throne of Voutha, thinking us mere pawns he can wield! Thinking that all the world is his oyster! I say I spit on him! I spit on his delusions of grandeur! It will not be for much longer now, my brothers and sisters! Soon, we will have the last laugh, and we wolves shall feast on the corpses of the King and his corrupt felons!"

Louder cheers ring throughout the hall, causing it to shake to its very foundations.

"But right now, let us feast and make merry!"

Some of your men act as temporary waiters, bringing forth the repast and all manner of wine plundered from the Fortress's stores. Bards danced and sang and filled the hall with joyous song that complemented the wine and food. Then, more lecherous grins broke out as the beautiful slaves and captives were brought forth for the entertainment of tonight. Men, women, hemaphrodites, all were fair game.

Among them, you saw Melissa and Doe, and you beckoned for your men to bring forth the Nun as she whimpered under their ministrations. As the sounds of fucking and moaning broke out, you could tell Melissa was being exceptionally eager to slake her lusts, with Sharn fucking her ass and Ghorza on her dick, the Knight at this point looking nothing like the defiant bitch that once so steadfastly defied you.

Doe did her best to look away, desperately closing her eyes to Melissa's frenzied fucking.

"What's the matter, can't bear to see her enjoying herself?" You asked, stepping towards her and stripping off your clothes, leaving yourself buck naked save for your boots.

"Why...?" Doe muttered, "Why are they enjoying this so much...?"

You let out a chortle, then move to loop an arm around her shoulders, your other hand groping her breasts as you leaned in to whisper, "Because they're exploring a new horizon of sensation. It's Human nature to explore something we come to like, and that's no different, even now. But tell me, who is Melissa, specifically?"

"Knight-Commander of the Arcemque Templars," Doe answered, "She... She was supposed to be an exemplar - one of the bravest and most devout Templars for us to rally behind, and now..."

Your lips curled into a smirk; your suspicions were correct after all.

"Now she's nothing but a debauched whore, loving every minute of Orc cock and pussy fucking her senseless," You finished, making the Nun's head dip further, "And you're going to be like the rest of your friends soon."

True to your words, you saw some Nuns and Priests being fucked by some of your Elven and Dwarven soldiers, and the rest taking turns with the other slaves, and none of them shared any expressions of ****, only acceptance.

"So tell me, Nun," You said, "What are you going to do now?"