Meeting the twins

The moment you revive, you storm up to the above-ground portion of your dungeon and to the small cottage which now sits upon a grassy patch some distance from the tower, smoke lazily winding its way out of the chimney and into the sky. You stomp over to the door as loud as you can and swing the door open so hard it shakes on its hinges. Inside, the dark elf sits in front of a crackling fire, quietly reading the book you conjured for her two days past with a look of serious concentration on her face.

"Out. Whatever you want, we can speak later."

"Now listen here, I was promised gear and I—"

"Out."

You take a step forward. "I don't intend to leave until—"

Suddenly, you're knocked off your feet by an invisible **** and hear a loud slam. Looking up, you're lying on the dirty ground, the cottage door shut in front of you. You stomp off in a huff, contemplating all of the things you will do to the sorceress when you have your ****. You return to your summoning room and sit upon the throne you placed there a few weeks ago, scrolling aimlessly through the list of construction options for lack of anything else to take your mind off the events of the past few days. Suddenly, your eyes rest on the summoning circle, staring frustrated at the requirement that you know the name of your target. How can you find out the name of any angels or daemons to summon? Hopefully you'll get another bit of information offered to you by your liegelord powers soon: it seems like another reward is long overdue.

Wait a minute. Haven't you heard an angel's name recently? You wrack your brains, trying to remember when. Where had you heard it? Your brain flits back to the underground church. Right, hadn't the sword said something about an angel? Someone who had delivered the sword to the mortals? Seramiel. You mutter the name. Suddenly, the frustration of the previous days washes away as your mind begins to race. Your very own angel, and of your favourite goddess no less. You check your mana reserves: unfortunately with the mana you've spent on your contracts and your relatively slow generation it'll be a month until you can summon her. You frown, wracking your brain for alternatives. There's nothing that you can imagine would make a good sacrifice to your altar. Maybe something the sorceress has, but you can imagine exactly how that particular conversation will go.

Well, it's not like you have any better ideas. You head back upstairs and banish all thoughts of respawn timers as you approach the witch's cottage. This time, figuring it won't pay to antagonize her, you politely knock on the door. "Come in" comes a curt voice. You step inside to see her lounging by the fire. A skeleton stands beside her, holding a book. "Just practising my new skills," she answers your questioning gaze, and the skeleton clumsily puts the book back on its shelf. She appears to be in her 'active' state again. "Now, my dear, what can I do for you? You know how I adore your visits."

You tell her about your disappointing visit to the crypt, restraining the urge to accuse her for how things went or demand another lead. After all, it won't do to get on her bad side, at least for now. Instead, you ask her if she has anything she could give you to help you generate a large amount of mana, reminding her that most of your current reserves are going towards your contract with her.

"Oh, and why would I do that? You know I do love your deals, dear, but I'm afraid I simply don't see what I'm getting in return here."

You have to admit, you're not sure what you can offer her. You ponder what to say for a second when she speaks up again.

"What do you want this mana for anyways? I thought you said just yesterday that you had no use for the stuff right now, except of course for your most generous gift to a certain fair maiden?"

"Well, I found the name of an angel in the crypt..."

At the mention of that, the witch's blank expression curves slightly into a smile. "Ooh, indeed. I saw a screenshot of one on the forum once—sorry, a painting in a cathedral nearby—and she looked simply ravishing. I think we may be able to work out a deal." She fishes in her robe and pulls out a small gem which seems to shine with daylight. She tosses it your way, and you wince as it scorches your hand. "Do be careful with that, dear. It should be more than what you need. Just remember that when you finish, well, convincing her of our noble cause, I would love to get to know her better."

A small price to pay, really. You swaddle the burning gem in cloth, which somewhat mutes the pain of touching it, and juggle it to ease the pain as you walk down to your altar. The instant you deposit it on the stone surface it shatters and lets loose a bright flash of light, burns your eyes briefly before subsiding. You check your reserves: it's yielded almost three times the mana you needed!

You click through the menu and enter 'Seramiel' when prompted. You confirm the summoning, only to greeted by another popup.

Warning: Insufficient levels in Angelic Liegelord skill. Seramiel may be hostile.
Proceed?
Yes/No

Right, that would be too easy. Well, no matter, this will be more fun. You order your minions to construct a prison block down in the pit. You occupy the next day distracting yourself in any way you can to soothe your impatience: training with Ari and Tlax, practicing basic enchanting to craft some much-needed items, and a bit of fun with Ari before you retire. Finally, the next morning everything is complete.

You order your lieutenants and several imps and fallen ones to stand guard around the summoning room. Tlax sits beside your throne while you sit naked on top of it. Ari sits on your lap, a collar around her neck chained to the arm of the throne. Her body is covered in dirt and draped in an Enilevan priestess robe. Tears run from her closed eyelids down her cheeks. You summon the angel again, this time confirming, and the circle opens once more. This time, bright sunlight shines from the hole. A choir sings and harps play as a beautiful woman slowly rises out. She has brown skin and long, black hair, with bangs that end just above her eyebrows. She wears a white toga which fits loosely around her D-cup breasts, betraying a generous amount of cleavage. A long sword hangs from her waist. She opens her green eyes to see the scene in front of her, and with a scowl she draws her sword and points it at you.

"Foul daemon! What is the meaning of this? Why have I been summoned here?"

"Ah, ah, ah, not so fast." Your magically amplified voice booms as you squeeze Ari's breast, eliciting a moan of fear. "Now why don't you be a good little angel and put down that sword."

She steps forward and your naga companion rushes between you, causing her to pause. Meanwhile, you slowly pick up your warlock and position your cock at her womanhood. "Now, now, let's not do anything hasty. It would be a shame if something unfortunate were to happen to this fair maiden." For her part, Ari lets out a quiet sob.

"No, wait!" Seramiel stops. Spare the priestess: I surrender." She gently puts down her sword beside her. You nod and deposit the fake priestess, and she scurries off towards the door the moment you detach the chain. Seeing this, the gorgeous angel relaxes, allowing Tlax to wrap around her. Your minions step forward and chain her arms and legs together. "Good girl."

Behind her, Ari smiles and skips back towards you. The angel gasps in confusion as she shrugs off her robe, hops on to your lap, and straddles your cock. She struggles against her new bonds. "Sister, what are you doing?"

Ari giggles as she bounces up and down your length. She slowly turns with your cock deep inside her so that she faces Seramiel, and opens her eyes to reveal her deep red pupils. "Sorry, 'sister,' but—ohh—it's just so—mmm—good. Our goddess's ways are—aahh—well, they—mmm—just can't compare." You maul her breasts with your hands and thrust with your hips, painting your warlock's insides white as you relish the look of defeat upon the angel's face. Soon after, you harden and Ari begins to bounce again, only growing stiffer due to the angel's quiet sobs. "Mariel, sister, what have I gotten myself into?"

"Mariel, you say?"

"No!" The angel's face is twisted in a look of dawning horror as she realizes what she inadvertently just said. "Please, wait—" you motion to your minions and one of them silences her as they drag her away. Ari's pussy clamps down on you as she cums, causing you to release another torrent of seed deep into her womb.

The light from the circle fades to reveal a beautiful woman, the spitting image of her sister. She pulls a bow from her back and, in response, Tlax rushes in front of you as you grip the fake priestess' hips and raise them above your cockhead. "Ah, ah, ah, not so fast, my dear. Now why don't you be a good little angel and put down that bow."