Filistria leaves you with a warning and an invitation.

After the red light returns to the Chamber of the Sixfold Spire, you kneel before Shugga, panting heavily and covered in your mixed juices. Thankfully, the six tendrils around your cock shrank back to their nodule form, but you suspect you can now conjure them whenever you are aroused. Aside from Shugga's husky, labored breathing, the silence remains longer than you would have hoped. At last Filistria claps her hands once, and your fellow hooded cultists file out of the hexagonal ritual room. She stands off to the side of the raised dais at the chamber's center. Shugga remains atop the slab, unable to rise from beneath her swollen, motionless belly. Even now your black, tarry cum oozes from her abused pussy.

"This was all completely unorthodox, you know," the reigning Grand Warlock says sternly. Her ring-laden hands sit clasped behind her like an imperious drill sergeant. Despite her posture and tone, you sense surprise and even a fleeting hint of awe hidden beneath her serious facade. Filistria scales the dais and stands beside the prone, fucked-silly orcess. "Your reputation precedes you, but I never expected Shugga of all people to succumb to your wiles so easily."

"That makes one of us, then," you retort and pat your palm to the side of her veiny tummy. "She may put on a strong front, but her libido is as enflamed as everyone else in this happy little family of ours," you quip, emphasizing the sarcasm on the word family. "And if any of the men around here actually studied--books AND women--half as much as I did, then perhaps more of them would be in charge." Doubt creeps into your mind when Filistria narrows her eyes at your casual arrogance. Perhaps that last part was a bit too close to heresy. But when Grevakhnu chooses not to smite you or turn you into a baleful puddle of mewling cocks, you instead crack a devious smile.

"Careful, Herald. Do not forget that the new Grand Warlock lies right here beside us and has long held a grudge with you," Filistria steps closer to you and the slab and also places a palm onto Shugga's belly. The green tummy serves as a fleshy, domed bridge between your hands. "And now you've gone and humiliated her in front of the entire congregation. Do not make enemies of the only person who can spare you from her wrath." She makes a fair point. There is no way you can stick around after the stunt you just pulled. Shugga would make your life a living hell. Filistria runs her other hand through her hair and narrows her gaze into a seductive half-lidded leer, eyeing your naked form up and down. You note how she lingers when staring at your violet demoncock. In that moment, she playfully tiptoes her fingers across Shugga's belly and lays her hand atop yours.

"You're... right, I apologize," you say, bowing your head for emphasis. But to your surprise, Filistria steps closer and presses a black-nailed finger beneath your chin, raising it up again. At this range, you smell her floral perfume. As it mixes with the heady scents of Shugga and your mixed cum, you feel newfound stirrings in your loins. A buzz begins vibrating in each of the six tendril nodules, but before they can sprout, you regain control of your enhanced libido. Thoughts of fucking your luscious Grand Warlock fills your mind, taking all of your resolve to quell the mounting lust. Her fingernails teasingly drag down your shoulder, sweep across your chest, down your abs and across to your waist before finally departing. Her touch is sensual, but you know this is all yet another of her games.

"Good boy," she curls her black lips into a smirk and gently pats your cheek, "Shugga can remain here and wallow in her bliss a little longer, but you have a journey in need of preparations," Filistria steps away and strides toward the exit, her blonde curls bouncing with each purposeful step. Thank Grevakhnu. If she lingered any longer, you suspect you would have lost control and ultimately lost your life. The Grand Warlock pauses at the chamber door, drums her fingers along the stone archway in thought and turns to look back at you again. "Herald, you may visit my bedchamber in one hour's time--if you wish. If you accept this offer, do not be late." With that, she gives you a single wink and sashays out of the six-walled room.

"Things just keep getting more and more interesting," you say and shake your head. Left alone with the catatonic orc woman, you give her belly a final squish before leaving the room. She belongs to Grevakhnu now, maybe even Bidhara? And you know you've tested the patience of your masters enough for one night. After offering a final bow to no one in particular, you don your robe and exit the chamber. Unable to sit still with the thoughts of what Filistria wants with you, pacing the halls becomes your only solace for the next hour. Before you know it, the time has passed and you finish your sixth loop of the corridors and find yourself outside of Filistria's opulent bedchamber. You ball your fist and give a confident knock on the heavy, oak door.