Nervously

Jollus made his way out into the swamp with five red scales with him. They hunted fish below him as he moved closer and closer towards his destination. He occasionally saw the other swamp dweller on his way, but none of them were in the mood for small talk. So he was able to get by then without drawing attention by giving a wave or a nod.

Though their lack of eagerness to start a conversation worried him. As the swamp folk, well reclusive, were eager to talk to each other. So the fact they weren't now meant something had gone wrong, and he needed to know what. Though he quickly figured it out as he saw a patrol of battle sisters in greater numbers and with more firepower than usual.

It seemed that the lost patrol has spooked them, and the battle sisters do not take being spooked lightly. Jollus sighed to himself as he realized they were going to be a lot more thorough searching the swamp for anything heretical and weren't going to be shy about checking if it was heretical after they shot it to oblivion. So he best be careful lest he find himself full of holes on accident rather than on purpose.

So Jollus, with his five red scales as escort beneath the water, made it into the cave, where four black scales and the other eight red scales waited for them. The red scales were just saluting with their spears before going back to what they had been doing before. Well, the black scales had things to show him. So once his canoe was tied to the dock of bones in the central cave, he was quickly shown around by the black scales.

They had continued expanding the infrastructure of the new hideout, adding more fishbone-based buildings in smaller chambers of the main cave. He honestly wasn't sure what it was all for. Though they did seem to have it all figured out, so he wouldn't have to worry about them being without direction while I'm in the sunken tree cabin. So seeing as the base was going well and the incubator was in better hands than his own. So he made his way back, the five original red scales in tow.

It was just as nerve-wracking on the way back, with the same quiet swamp folk and twitchy battle sister marching around. Luckily enough, he made it home without incident, the five red scales bringing nets filled with fresh berries gathered from bushes all along the way. When he walked up the steps and into the house proper, he found the two newer battle sisters in new positions.

The five red scales were scattered among the water and treetop. While Jollus found himself staring at two nice, toned, pale asses. He was wondering why they had been put in the new position when the idol spoke. "Breed the new ones; we are always in need of growing our own ranks." The idol said it in the voice of a thousand grinding bones, sounding eager at the thought of grinding their ranks.

The idol of reptile skulls and scales threw a dark energy at Jollus. Jollus gained reptilian features once more, and he descended upon the two battle sisters in a lustful haze. He first grabbed the one to the right, and as he had done twice before, thrust to her core, giving her no warning and taking her virginity as a savage. He also gave her no time to come to terms with her loss of virginity.

As he thrust into her again and again. His now-scaled hands digging into her ass, leaving marks as he squeezed it firmly. The clapping of her ass cheeks mocked her and warned her fellow battle sister of what was to come. The truly maddening thing was that she began to enjoy dancing in her own eyes and in the emperor's judgment.

Eventually, as her own moans were **** from her from her own traitorous body, Jollus came, filling her body. She was **** to, in her horror, feel herself swelling as if she were several months pregnant. With her down, Jollus turned towards the other sister, who had been repeatedly whispering a prayer for deliverance. Jollus, in a moment of mischievousness that surprised him, laid his cock on her ass, letting her feel what it would be like to have it inside her.

It stopped her praying in her shock of the feeling of it. Before she could start up again, he was already thrusting inside of her. She held it all in, saying nothing, enduring the thrusting to her core and the taking of her virginity without a sound. Though as the pain turned towards pleasure, she, as her battle sister, was **** to moan at the pleasure of her defilement.

She tried to pray once more, but his thrust and the clapping of her own ass cheeks made it impossible. As she kept getting interrupted with savage thrusts, her ass clapping was louder than her prayers, which was drowning them out. Eventually she was silenced as Jollus reached his limit and came, filling her as he had the others, until she looked several months pregnant.

He pulled out, and the black scales came over, manipulating their bodies and sealing them up. Jollus, tired and now without the dark green, walked over to his bed and went to sleep. Though going unnoticed was Agnissa's look of usual hatred, but this time it was not directed at the traitor but at her fellow Sisters of Battle.