Chaaaarge!

You have to act now. You have to save your fellow sister. You quietly turn the latch and push the door open. As it swings into the room, you charge for the figures you see in the baths. Only one lantern burns in its sconce on the wall, but the light is sufficient for you to see Glenda and the daemon that is attacking her.

Glenda, green-haired, long-eared and slender, is on her hands and knees in the main pool. Steamy water covers her lower legs and she is looking back to the firm bubble of her ass and reaching between her thighs. The creature behind her is the size and roughly the shape of a large dog. Its skin is a glistening, amphibian red that turns your stomach to acid. Even more disturbing is that you realize Glenda is motioning for the creature to mount her virgin quim.

The creature's head is a featureless cone of flesh with a small, elephantine trunk. It has no eyes nor even a mouth to speak of, but it has a lolling serpent of a tongue dripping with slime. It swings its head in your direction as you charge at it and raise the only weapon you have at hand: the imp.

"Noooooooo!" screeches the imp.

You swing the imp and crash the little beast into the cerberund's strange head. Dog-thing and winged imp go sprawling into the water of the bath and begin thrashing around. Glenda looks at you in wide-eyed shock, unmoving from her lewd pose.

"The sword!" you cry. "Where is the sword?"

She motions towards the side of the pool where a small cloth-wrapped bundle lies forgotten. Glenda must have been here to hide it or even escape with it when she was attacked by the cerberund. You splash across the pool, the warm water soaking your gown and making it stick to your slender legs. You reach out to pick up the sword as you feel something hot and prickly wrap around your leg. The cerberund's tongue is around your ankle and wrapping up your shin, yanking you violently back into the pool with a swing of its head. You topple into the water with a splash and the cerberund is on you in an instant.

Power claws pin your shoulders down and the creature uses its weight to hold you in the water, your mouth barely above the level of the water. The daemon's obscene musk fills your nostrils and the sour slime of its tongue drips on your face. You try to kick it off, but you can't get a good angle. Its tongue nooses your neck and tightens until you can feel your airway constricting.

"By the Burning Rose, by all that is chaste and pure, release me, daemon!" Your voice booms from the tiles and the cerberund releases you and yowls as if struck. It shakes off the sound of your voice and comes at you again. Too slowly. You reach into the parcel beside the pool and draw the blade of St. Magdalena. The sword seems on fire in your hand. You have never felt more connected to the Burning Rose. "Die, fiend!"

You swing the blade and at first you think it did not connect. The cerberund takes a step back, its head drooping and its tongue dragging through the pool. A black slick of ichor spreads in the water beneath it. The creature lets out a single, pained note from its snout and keels over into the water. The smell of brimstone fills the air.

You feel something behind you and you whirl, ready to strike down whatever is approaching.

Glenda smiles sweetly and her wet hands slide over your soaked gown and cup your breasts. She leans in and kisses you, opening your mouth with her tongue and tasting you. Her body presses against yours, her slender thigh against your quim. You push her away with one hand.

"What are you... what are you doing sister? We must leave!"

"Look at her," says the imp, circling above your head. "She's been stuck deep by the cerberund's venom. If you want to escape, you'll have to leave her behind. Either that, or tame her with your lust."

"Tame her?"

"There are ways to do it without taking her virginity," says the imp, picking at his fingernails. "I would think even a virgin like you could figure them out. But... if you'd rather I handle things..."

He hefts the obscene hose of his cock. You look back at the naked elf trying to pull you into another kiss.

"Please, Sister Sabine," she moans. "You're so beautiful. Fuck... fuck me."