Leave Her

The church is crowded with villagers who are huddled at the opposite end of the big open room. The crowd falls into a panic, screams and shouts filling the church. One young man tries to run past you but you easily grab him as he tries to pass and smash him into the closest wall, killing him instantly. With that display of **** the crowd falls silent.

You snort as you slowly approach the group of around fifty unarmed civilians, prepared to slaughter them when something unexpected happens. An older balding man steps out of the crowd dragging a busty, dark haired woman in her twenties with him. He shoves her towards you and cries out, "Take this woman as an offering and leave us in peace! Please!" He begs.

_Huh. I didn't even think about an offering._ You think to yourself as you stare at the pretty woman who's fallen on the ground before you. She's nowhere near the beauty of Esme, but she has a pretty enough face and a curvy figure. She's staring straight at your deformed, monstrous cock and crying, shaking her head. _It's a good start, but these people would give me anything I wanted right now._ You realize. You'd intended to make them an example, but making them your tributary could be more profitable, especially seeing as there's a handful of other pretty women in the crowd for you to ravage.