Don't look these gift-sluts in the mouth.

Ok, this could be a trap, but I'm going to face a lot of traps. Often, the best way to survive a trap is to stand exactly in the middle of it, and let it go off around you. I'm going to check on the other three party members, I think I can handle this if I'm careful. Leaving the human set on 'permanent erotic dream', I go back out the window and check on the dwarves. I set them on "Permanent Erotic Dream" too, and go through their stuff. They too have diaries, (must be a Heroine thing...), and it's exactly as expected, they are in a lesbian incestuous relationship, but also desperately yearn for children, they've even suspected that the others are secret monster-lovers and considered the possibility themselves.

Now the elf will be tricky, you see, elves don't sleep, and in fact are immune to sleep effects. Instead they 'trance', where they sift through the memories of their long life looking for insight into the previous days events, while their shut-down body does its auto-repair routines. They also only do it for four hours each night, Instead of the normal eight of most races. This makes searching her room the biggest risk. Furthermore, Elves don't forget anything, either, so they mostly don't need a dairy, it's just a liability for them, not an asset.

What elves are not immune to, is hypnosis. They can't be "Charmed", but they can be hypnotized and "Hypnotized" is a status effect...

I head to the elves window, carefully undo the latch with a razor thin tentacle-blade, and slink inside. The Hypnosis effect gets applied and I whisper to her not to worry, she's receiving a visit from a representative of her god to check that she's being a good servant so just continue trancing and ignore it's presence... (Post hypnotic suggestions are also something elves aren't immune to, and those don't even count as magic, so they can't be dispelled. I go through her stuff as well, and find a number of scraps of paper and pamphlets and charred remains of books, she appears to have been trying to figure out how to contact Melanoche's priesthood in order to convert... Naughty, naughty, little cleric: I find your lack of faith: useful... I go back out the window and extend dick tentacles into each room along with ones armed with aphrodisiac injectors and one that allows me to telepathically bond with the elf. The other three I just juice up extra, but her I have to be careful with. I gently bind her hands and feet with silk rope from her own pack, Sabari style, then enter her mind. She's still hypnotized, so this shouldn't be too much of a problem.

"Hello." I say to her, where she sits reading one of a stack of books in her same priestess robes. The inside of her mind looks like a library, an imense library with thousands of flying bookshelves each as big as the side of a two story house. I've disguised myself as an angel, for her, with post-hypnotic suggestion. It's surprisingly hard to concentrate on this area while I'm fucking away at the other three IRL, but I'm keeping things together, for now.

She puts the book down on the coffee table in front of her and stands from her low backed armchair, turning to face me. "Hello, honored one, I am Calimil'aera Kennyrae, and you are?" She asks.

"Not lying, unlike you," I respond, trying to call to mind my name from my previous life, but only comming up with 'Dark-Lord Malik Cluny the Monstrosity'.

I see fear in her eyes. "I'm not lying..." She says nervously.

"That name in elven means 'Faith-promise-singer Sworn-to-the-Powers-of-Light' wouldn't a more accurate name be 'Lirdisstra Baenrae'?" I ask.

"'****-Accolyite Blessed-by-Fell-Powers'? Why do you say that...?" She asks confused.

"I know all about your attempts to join Melanoche's Priesthood." I state. "You've been a very naughty little priestess, haven't you?" I watch her mind changing subtly as the post-hypnotic suggestion takes hold... Maybe she had those pamphlets and notes for a different reason?

"Ye-yes, I've been very naughty... Am I going to be punished? I need to be cleansed of my sins..." She moans, the robes vanishing and being replaced by a complex garment made entirely of Sabari Knotwork.

"No you don't," I respond, and change into the 'form' of a large blue-furred demonic creature. "I am Dark-Lord Cluny, I've seen your attempts to join us, and I'm here to reward you, not as Melanoche's servant, but for her sister, Carnachias. All you must do is slavishly follow my every command and worship my massive cocks, and you will have a favored place among my servants; as the first priestess of my fledgling cult. Melanoche and Carnachias have prophesied that I have raw potential enough to become a God, much like them, the Yang to their Yin, the balancing male **** to turn their sea-sawing duality into a stable Triad. Bow before me in worship and glories un-numbered shall be yours!" I state.

Awkwardly, due to her bindings, my first priestess kowtows to me. "I worship you, Dark-Lord Cluny, I am yours to do with as you please." She intones reverentially. I waste no time.

Scooping her up in the dream I thrust a tongue/tentacle into her pussy both in real life and inside her head. meanwhile, with one claw I scratch a symbol onto her abdomen, a stylized womb-tattoo. "This is my mark of ownership, which shall adorn your belly from this day forth in sign of your slavery to my cause and submission to my infernal majesty." I inform her, and she wakes from her trance rubbing her bleeding stomach.

"You're a lot smaller in real life..." She comments quietly.

"What you saw in your mind is my full form, this mortal coil shall grow with time." I respond and shut her up by shoving a tentacle-dick down her throat. She takes it with a lot more ease than I would have expected. "You've done this before, haven't you?" I ask.

~Occupational hazard,~ she telepaths back since I still haven't severed the connection by removing the mind-fuck tentacle from her ear. Then she moans lewdly around my invading member, and begins to cum.

I repeat this process, with some variations, with each of the others, in the dwarf women's case both at once, and all four accept me as their new infernal lord-and-master. By dawn I've had my fun and filled all of them with a fair amount of my spouge and plugged their pussies with a special gooey dam at the entrance to keep it in. I didn't waste any, only giving them what I knew they would be able to hold inconspicuously, far more than strictly needed to impregnate them. The rest of my swimming pool level load, I saved for further impregnations later in the day. All four came out of their rooms, fully dressed and slightly bathed with water from the basins on their side-tables, and headed down for a hearty-but-quick breakfast, (added to the bucket worth of cum each already had in her stomach), for nutrients to carry the pregnancy. They left the inn, saying they wanted to talk to the local prospector about anything she might have seen in the local cave, and the proprietor wished them well, as we wandered off together in search of fortune and fame.