In the Dungeons you go.

A/N: Saw this amazing story and decided to contribute to it myself. XD

You had to admit that the Defiant Nun had far greater strength than you gave credit for - greater than so many of her other colleagues and fellow faithful who lost all hope and defiance in their hearts when you conquered the Holy Fortress, Deum Arcemque. Despite destroying artefacts of great religious value in her face, she yet remained defiant and prayed to the Heavens above, as if believing they would deliver her and her compatriots.

How wrong they were; in the first place, Gods never fought the battles of Man for them; Gods fought their battles, Man fought theirs. There was no such thing as either fighting for the other. And even if the Gods did help, it would undoubtedly come at a terrible price.

You could not tolerate this dissent, least of all from this one Nun; if she proves a beacon of hope for the other hopeless ones, the others would follow, and hence a domino chain of rebellion may be stirred in the heart of your conquered lands, making your conquest that much harder.

Hence why you now visited her cell in the dungeons beneath the Citadel, where the annoying brat of a girl continued chanting her prayers.

"They won't come for you, you know," You said, "The Gods don't so freely give their help, no matter how much you pray."

"They will come, they will send help," Said the Nun, who you learned was named Doe, "And even if Heaven does not immediately send help, do you ever think your conquest of Deum Arcemque will go unnoticed?"

"So what?" You asked.

"It is the Holy Fortress, blessed by God himself, and he will most certainly send angels to help liberate it," Said Doe, "And even if Heaven does not immediately send help, do you think the other religious Kingdoms will dare ignore your actions here?"

You clicked your tongue in annoyance; clearly this girl has a good head on her shoulders.

"I've heard and learned much about you, Marshal John," Said Doe, "**** of a Dozen Cities, Humiliation of a hundred Noble families, leader of dozens of Monster tribes and Marshal of the Ironfist. You've made quite the notorious name for yourself, John."

"If the other religious Kings and Queens wish to declare a Crusade against me, let them come," You said, "I will be fighting either hot-headed nobles with all air and no skill, or old weaklings incapable of formulating proper strategies."

"Then that mentality shall be your downfall," Said Doe, "You can never hope to conquer with brute **** alone."

"We'll see about that, defiant brat," You said, opening the door to her cell.

"If you're going to kill me," Said Doe, "No matter how painful you make it, I will never yield."

"Oh no, I'm not going to **** you or kill you," You said, "I'm going to make sure you never rebel against me again."

And in one swift motion you push her down onto her bed, forcefully tying her to her bedpost using some spare rope you carried on you.

"W-What are you doing?"

Finally, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. A refreshing change, you had to admit.

In response to her question, you removed your trousers, exposing your monstrous fifteen inch cock to the air.

"What else do you think I'm doing?" You countered with a wicked smile.

Your strong arms overpower hers, and you quickly tear off her garments until they are nothing but mere shreds on the floor. And lo and behold, her pink pussy lips invited you with all their ravishing glory.

"N-No! Why are you looking there!?"

"What else do you think, my dear?" You replied cheekily, "I'm going to use you for my pleasure."

For the first time, genuine fear seeps into Doe's eyes, and she shrieks and thrashes in fear as she desperately tries to crawl away from you, fearful for her chastity.