Grand Warlock Shugga

“If I may have only one…” you give the four women a brief pause before folding your arms and locking eyes with Filistria once more. “Then I choose Shugga.” You decide not to mince words and drive straight to your intent. You see a flash of surprise behind the cult leader’s eyes, and only the faintest of twitches tugged at the corner of her mouth. Perhaps you struck a nerve?

“Charming and a robust sense of humor,” she says, blinking several times before gesturing once more toward the three women. They have yet to speak, but as new recruits they would not dare speak unless commanded by Filistria. Lest they lose their voices forever. “Make your choice, Herald, we haven’t all night.”

“I have chosen. It is my belief that Bidhara would approve of such an offering,” you say in retort, arms still affixed over your chest. The redhead places a hand over her mouth and takes a step back. Judging by the movement in your periphery, the other two are equally shaken by your blatant disobedience.

“You cannot claim her, for she is already with child,” Filistria places both ring-adorned hands atop her desk and rises to her full stature. You see her generous bust rise and fall with hastened breaths. Perhaps pressing the matter is a mistake. You consider backing down for a moment before unfolding your arms and resting your hands on your hips in an authoritative pose. Furrowing your brow, you step closer to the desk. There between you the chaos beast purrs softly, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the air.

“Then I will paint her progeny with the seed of Bidhara,” you say with stern stubbornness. All around you, the torchlight dims, and the magic in the air rises like a static charge before an imminent thunderstorm. Out of reflex you step away from the desk even as Filistria leans over it with a venomous vitriol burning in her eyes.

“You will do NO such thing!” Filistria shouts, pounding a fist onto the dark wood of her desk. “If you speak of such nonsense again, I will personally--” but before she could finish, the chaos beast atop the table sent a shockwave of energy out, blasting Filistria and you away from the desk. You land on Filistria’s lounging couch while she topples back over her desk chair.

“Corrupt the unripened fruit and gain the blessings of Bidhara…” an ominous voice echoed throughout Filistria’s chambers and the three young women fled shrieking into the hallway, still absolutely naked. You sit up on the cushioned couch and see a pulsing purple light emanating from the chaos beast. After a moment out of sight, Filistria rises from behind her desk. Gone is the fury, replaced entirely with a mixture of fear and awe. It is rare indeed to hear the words of the great ones directly.

“Bidhara has… spoken,” Filistria murmurs breathlessly. She stares with a hazy shock at the luminescent lump of flesh. One hand opens the drawer to her desk, and she picks up a bejeweled dagger the length of her hand. “Go to your quarters… you shall be summoned within the hour for your ritual,” she says with a shaky voice. Gone is all her haughty posturing, but you cannot blame her. You yourself feel the heavy drumming in your heart after such an experience. Maintaining your cool, you exit Filistria’s chambers and close the door behind you.

Out of sight of anyone, you exhale like a tea kettle and slump down against the wall. That… could have gone better. Amazingly, it seems your calculations were correct. Bidhara himself spoke in your defense. And now you get to humiliate that cow, Shugga. You’re not sure why Filistria needed the dagger. You know nothing of a blood sacrifice needed in the bonding ritual. Nonetheless, you need to be ready when the cult comes calling. You rise to your feet and head down the hall toward your quarters. Soon you would have your new powers. And soon after that, you would establish a new cell of the cult of Grevakhnu.

***

Almost an hour passes before you hear a knock at your chamber door. Opening it reveals one of the three initiates you turned down in place of that half-orc whore. It’s the dark-skinned girl from the south. Looks like she got her robe back after running away naked. You smirk smugly at the thought before bowing your head in greeting.

“Greetings, my Herald. They are ready for you in the Chamber of the Sixfold Spire,” she begins before gesturing down the hallway. You nod in thanks and tuck your hands into the opposing sleeves to appear more sagely before proceeding down the hallway. The initiate walks a couple paces behind you, but you can feel her eyes on you, and you sense she wishes to speak with you. Well if Filistria can play mind-reader, why not partake in some of the fun yourself?

“Something troubles you, my dear,” you say with a knowing tone. She gasps and her footsteps halt. Ah yes, you had nearly forgotten how gullible and soft-minded most of the initiates can be. So easy to impress. So easy to manipulate. Such peers as that are what propelled you past their pathetic ranks, after all. A short pause and you wheel about to lock eyes with her.

“Was that really him?” she says with a frightened excitement in her voice. Looking both ways down the corridor, she steps closer to you and whispers the next few words, “Was that really Bidhara?"

“I believe so. It seems he favors such scandalous things after all,” you muse before turning back and continuing down the hall toward the chamber.

“Well I’m glad you didn’t choose me,” she says and you pause, glancing at her with an expression equally puzzled and offended. Clapping a hand to her plump lips, she gasps and hops back a pace. “That’s not-- That’s not what I meant! I mean that--” she fumbles her words but places both hands over her tummy, rubbing it softly.

“You are with child?” you arch a brow. She nods, smiling. For a moment you thought she was actually foolish enough to insult you. You recall considering her as your primary choice among the three initiates, leading you to feel even more certain of your ultimate decision.

Soon the two of you reach the Chamber of the Sixfold Spire, named as such for its six evenly-spaced walls. A dull red glow rises from the abyssal script lining the floor molding, casting everyone in a scarlet underlighting. Dozens of hooded figures encircle the platform, but a clear pathway is open for your arrival. Looking up, you watch the walls meet at a point some fifty feet above you. Halfway up the chamber walls, six sharp cones of crimson crystals point inward. Beneath these spikes at the chamber’s heart sits a three-tiered dais. Upon the black, rune-etched stone slab at the top lies the nude, green gravidity of Shugga.

“Welcome, Herald of Grevakhnu,” Filistria says from the floor just beside the dais. By the sound of her voice, it seems that she has calmed herself since you left her quarters. She still wears the same alluring attire as before, but now with a mask made from the skull of a creature not of this world. Filistria’s smoldering gaze stares out from two of the skull’s six eye sockets, made all the more fearsome by the ominous red glow. “Come. Shed your worldly garb and join us atop the altar.”

You oblige and unfasten your robe, letting it slough from your body like an insect shedding its carapace. Standing in the nude, you feel the warm air of the chamber caress your body and you ascend the three tiers of the platform in a slow, confident stride. Matching your pace, Filistria meets you at the peak. A furtive glance down and you see Shugga scowling at you with absolute disgust. It can be hard to tell because of all the battle scars on her face and limbs, but it sure looks like disgust.

Drifting from her face, you admire the lumpy, vein-stricken belly that rises above her like an undulating blister. Judging by the constant movement rippling across her skin, whatever unclean spawn swam inside her womb held an equal degree of hatred toward you. No matter, Bidhara would help you put her in her place. Though you’re still not sure exactly what happens during this bonding ritual.

“Do you present your body and soul in service to the Unquenchable Sire?” Filistria recites her lines, and you bow your head.

“I do.”

“Will you spread his seed to all corners of this world?”

“I will.”

“And whom do you offer in tribute to the great and powerful Bidhara?”

“I offer Shugga, Grand Warlock of Grevakhnu, and her unborn offspring,” you say this and lock eyes with Shugga. It is only for a moment, but you see a flicker of fear behind those baleful eyes. Admittedly, you yourself do not even know what Bidhara has in store for the half-orc woman.

“Then present your sex and gift it to the Beast of Bidhara,” Filistria commands. She reveals the lumpy gray chaos beast in her left hand and places the shimmering, silvery blade of her jeweled dagger against one end of its oblong mass. With a small cut, she parts some of the flesh, revealing a kaleidoscope of colors inside, like a fleshy geode. Filistria offers you the demonic artifact and darts her eyes toward your dick. Oh… so that’s why you needed to be naked.

You recall an old wives’ tale about a man fucking a squash and the story going something like this, but you push the thought out of your mind and focus. With a pang of ****, you hold it in front of your cock. In that moment, six tendrils lash out from the sides of the beast and coil around the base of your member like a cockring. Perhaps it was the sudden pressure, or perhaps the demon prince’s lust truly was overpowering, but either way your dick reaches full mast in seconds. Wasting not another moment, the beast pulls itself onto the end of your manhood, closing around it like a clay mold. You feel suctioning and undulations unlike any woman.

“The bonding has begun,” Filistria coos softly. She has since discarded the dagger, and now one hand kneads one of her plump breasts while the other strokes her crotch over the fabric of her alluring robes.

After a moment, the sensation fades, and the beast takes a quasi-cock-like shape. It is at least twice the size of your own dick and has a distinct, violet color. Veins in the shape of abyssal calligraphy line the shaft of your cock. A quick deciphering reveals them to be chants in praise of Bidhara. Something about curses and wombs. You also see a wreath of six nodules around its base, and you suspect that those will become full-fledged tentacles under your control once the ritual is complete. Even your testicles have swollen to the size of lemons. The flesh of your sac bares a similar purple hue, with puffy, black veins webbing every inch of the skin.

“Now… mate with your chosen consort. Fill her with the seed of the Unquenchable Sire. Become the avatar of Bidhara.~”

Once more you look to Shugga who has since splayed her legs wide, revealing the plump, green lips of her gaping pussy. A sheen of womanly juices already coats the inside of her thick, muscled thighs and stains the altar beneath her round ass. Her scent reaches your nose and stirs movement in your new, demonic cock.