One Year Later

You ride through showers of flower petals, the crowds lining the street cheering and exalting your deeds and victories inside and out of the small kingdom. You smile and wave but you don't wait for the rest of the entourage, hurrying ahead to your reward. The sword of St. Magdelena bounces on your back, still flecked with bits of demon flesh. You hadn't spared the time to properly clean it, you had a feeling the goddess would forgive you.

A lot had changed in the year since you'd first left the abbey. The demon horde had been driven back by the Order of The Burning Rose, with you at its head wielding the mighty blade. Rumors abounded that such was its desire for demon blood that its white sheen had taken on a red glint, or more pragmatically that it reflected your own scarlet hair, but you knew the real reason. Nobody of consequence had noticed that all of the Rose's miracles had taken on the same crimson hue.

You fairly leap from your steed and take the steps up the fortress two at a time, your armor not slowing you in the least. It is a feat of will that allows you to sit through the honorary ceremony, which completes long before your entourage arrives at the castle. Perhaps you are taking advantage of your newfound fame and power more than you should but you'd been clearing out the remnants of the horde for the last week and you were getting ****.

At the rate you were going you'd haul off the first tavern wench you came across and that would just be a let down. No, you had something special in mind for your reward. As you rise from your kneeling position, your eyes catch the princess Victoria's eyes and she shyly looks away. Oh yes...

"-per the agreement, the Princess Victoria shall join the holy order of The Burning Rose." There it was.

There were hushed rumors that a cult had arisen within the ranks of the order, some people said they called themselves The Order of the Blooded Rose, that they were overturning the traditional order and reworking it from the ground up under the dominion of a new goddess. You never put much stock in rumors.

You move as quickly as appropriate to escort the princess to the local abbey, meeting your personal attendants Janine and Avina at the entrance and practically carrying the startled princess to your chambers. Both blondes were gorgeous and you wouldn't have chosen anyone else but their subservience satisfied a secondary purpose: pleasing Saint Selena. She was quite angry with you when she found out you'd slain her succubus but she'd been willing to overlook it when she saw how well you channeled divine power. She never had forgiven Janine for ratting her out to Avina and Avina herself, well, it pleased her to lay the mighty low. As you eyed up the wide eyed princess you can't help but feel that she didn't lay her that low: she may have made Avina your servant but you were about to have sex with a princess after all.

"W-why are we in your bedchambers?"

You smile, allowing your attendants to strip you of your armor before answering, "Because I'm going to enjoy my prize before we begin the initiation."

"What do you mean enj-" You put a finger to her lips and revel in the mild panic in her eyes. Relaxing your hold on the power of the Blooded Rose, you caress the Princess' cheek, letting her experience just a tiny fraction of the lust you'd suffered through. Victoria's eyes wavered and she gasped meekly before throwing herself into your arms, messily locking lips with you. She's improved somewhat by the time you manage to get out of your clothes, with some help from Avina and Janine. As the freshly naked princess falls against you, writhing her soft body over yours, you take advantage of the pause to dismiss the help.

Avina immediately pulled a giggling Janine into a heated kiss, the two vanishing onto the floor as the princess found your lips again. Maybe you'd let them up on the bed when Victoria wore herself out. Until then...

You stretch out, allowing the amorous and enraptured girl to explore your body. The Blooded Rose hums contentedly in your mind as the worship and lust of hundreds of virgins fed her power.

You had never felt so in tune with your goddess.