Oversee the Fort's Defenses

Deum Arcemque, the Holy Fortress, was rather decently well-built and large in size, befitting of its moniker throughout the centuries. Its walls were tall, sturdy and thick, capable of withstanding sustained bombardments of trebuchet and magical fire, and mere tens of thousands of troops were required to hold its walls against a determined siege of hundreds of thousands.

Its divine wards, rumored to be blessed by the Gods themselves, could easily deflect magical bombardments capable of levelling entire cities, protecting its denizens from the most evil and debauched of magics, and it was said that even the most powerful of demons themselves dared not tread on its holy soil.

Well, all in past tense.

Truthfully, though the wards themselves were powerful, you had long learned the trick to deactivating and dismantling such wards in your years of service - by using the exact same divine magic to manually deactivate them and dispel them. After all, what can wards do against what it perceives as 'friendly' magic?

Furthermore, technology has long advanced in the centuries since, and the Holy Fortress was merely stagnating in terms of defense measures whilst the rest of the world - embroiled in strife - always relentlessly advanced. And who used trebuchets in this day and age? Cannons were the answer.

And the Fortress's defenders? Pitifully weak and inexperienced from centuries of peace. Child's play it was for you to smash apart the walls once your own priests finished their work.

And quite frankly, the city layout left much to be desired; the streets and districts were arranged in a messy hogepodge that made movement terribly difficult. The sewers, though regularly cleaned, also suffered the same problem. Worse was the fact that the gigantic keep at the top, which the locals called Et lux Portu, or Haven of Light, was built in such a way that gave no thought to defense at all, as if they expected the walls themselves to hold. Years of fighting siege battles taught you that the keep was always the last line of defense, and that none should ever expect the walls to eternally hold out. A traitor could easily open the gates and let the enemy stream in, after all.

And now, even as the debris was cleared and plans drawn for renovating the Fortress - as you planned to claim it as your base of operations, you sauntered through the ruined streets to inspect its layout. No nook and cranny would escape your notice.

Your troops, though primarily Human, included a sizeable contingent of Gnolls, Orcs and Goblins along with Elves and Dwarves that chose to follow you for fame and glory, thus complementing your army with a great number of strengths and leaving virtually no weaknesses.

"No! Leave me alone!"

You cast your glances to the town square, where hundreds of innocent Nuns and virgin men and women were arranged before the hordes of your army. Bereft of any protection, the Fortress's citizens were hapless before your troops. Men, women and hermaphrodites alike, all were eager to slake their lusts after a hard day's battle.

One particular woman - a Knight of their holy orders - was forcefully dragged by the muscular hand of an Orc, a feminine hemaphrodite whose cock was standing rigidly erect and leaking precum.

"Don't resist now, girl," Said the Orc, "I haven't had sex all day, and I'm not one to anger so easily."

You recognised the Orc woman; Sharn the Wrathful, they called her, one of your Generals with great strength in offensive attacks that served to smash apart enemy formations in battle, and defenses in siege assaults. Tactics involving deception and trickery? Useless before her might.

As she was roughly stripped from her clothes, a shocking surprise makes itself known: a stiff and erect cock nearly as large as Sharn's.

"Oh? What do we have here?" Asked Sharn.

"No! Don't look at it! It's disgusting!" The Nun cried.

You then walked towards the square, where your soldiers saluted you whilst the captives glared at you.

"Lady General," Sharn said, saluting you.

"At ease, all of you," You assured, "Don't let me disturb your fun. By the way, it seems this Knight hates letting others see her dick. A real pity, I must say."

"A true pity indeed, My Lady," Said Sharn, "It seems this hemaphrodite cannot appreciate the gift she was given."

"What sort of gift is this!?" Shouted the Knight, "It's a monstrosity!"

"Be quiet girl," Sharn reprimanded, "You speak to Lady General John of the Kingdom of Voutha! Show some respect!"

"She seems like a feisty one," You remark, "Then again, like all the other religious idiots we've encountered, she's definitely not entertaining the thought of sex."

"I-I am a holy Knight, a Paladin in service to the Heavens themselves!" The Knight shrieked, "How can I possibly engage in something as sinful as sex!?"

"Wrong answer," You said, "And what about a name? Surely I can't always refer to you as 'That Shrieking, Noisy Bitch'?"

The jape earns some laughter from your men, and the Knight's boiling red face.

"It's Melissa," Said the Knight.

"Good," You said, "Now, how about we educate you on the wonders and pleasures of sex?"