Minthara

You find Minthara in the center of the carnage, her eyes glowing with dark elation as she watches her soldiers round up the survivors. Her gaze meets yours, and she nods in approval. "You have done well, my pet. Now, let us reap our reward."

She leads you to her tent, a bastion of darkness amidst the wreckage. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of incense, masking the stench of blood and smoke that seeps through the flaps. The glow of candles casts flickering shadows across the floor, dancing in a macabre dance as the tension builds.

She spoke. "The time has come for you to embrace the true power within you. The power that the Absolute has chosen for you to wield."

Her hands unclip your armor, piece by piece, her touch cold and methodical. You stand there, numb to the sensation, your mind racing with the horrors of the night. The armor clatters to the floor, each piece a discarded memory of the hero you once were.

"Kneel," she commands, her voice like a serpent's whisper. You obey, the fabric of your resolve fraying with every second.

She in return takes off her own armor, revealing her desirable body and sexy underwear. Her body is a work of art, a sculpture of seduction. She approaches you with a serene grace, her hand reaching down to caress your cheek. "The power of the tadpole is nothing compared to what awaits you, my champion."

Her hand moves you to her covered cunt. Your hand finds her underwear and she gasps as you touch her. She’s wet for you, you can feel it. The tadpole whispers in your ear, urging you to give in to the temptation. To claim your reward.

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