Plump breasts and a luscious pussy with studded labia

You feel the arcane power tugging at your skin as your essence is pulled from the underworld and materializes upon the crackling Demonstone in front of an adorned crowd of creatures laying flat on their faces before your presence. Your aroused nipples stand up straight like flower buds on a swamp oak. The Gryphon priestess lowers her staff and turns around to announce your arrival to your worshipers. Countless clanking bones decorate her mortal body, engraved with the unholy symbols of the Fallen. She is the one who sold her soul to obtain the powerful artifact that lifts the curse from your body and allows you entrance to the world of the living. The shard of the Tainted Orb inside her chest replaces the living heart she sacrificed to you on the day of your first summoning. You can see its pulsating power glowing between her feathery shoulder blades. Acknowledging her tremendous achievements, you take a light bow to signalize your unaggressiveness towards the congregation. You know well of their determination to fulfill the grand scheme of the Fallen. The priestess was the first living creature below the heavens to grant a Demon the ability to walk these lands again since the Great Banishing. And you were her choice. You and the living sacrifices would bear the Fallen the children she never had. Eyeing at the Gryphon's feminine and athletic body, you growl: "Khayoori. When do I get to have some real fun with you personally?". She chuckles, brushing the carved rock with her tail teasingly. "Oh, John. You know I wish we could get it on together all night. But you'll have to forgive me. One day, when the Fallen rises up from her prison realm, I will become like you. And then, we shall spend all eternity entangling ourselves in boundless lust". You nod reluctantly, a guttural growl emanating from your chest, knowing that fucking her, really fucking her in this mortal state of existence could cost her her life, and thus extinguish any hope for your plans to resolve. At least the ritual includes you servicing her body for a few minutes. You extend your gigantic clawed hand toward her, welcoming her onto it. The congregation solemnly begins pounding the drums and chanting the Fallen's decree in a monotonous choir.

“I will become greater than my peers, and build my throne above the sun. My name shall be engraved on all creation, and I will make them bow before me alone. For I will hold the power over life and **** and usurp even the Ancient Ones themselves from their thrones.”

Lifting the priestess' entranced body to your face, you penetrate her warm, slick pussy with your long tongue. The hellfire inside your essence begins to pulsate, sending ecstatic waves through both your bodies. The chanting and the pounding of drums starts picking up as you savour the moans that you tickle out of the needy Gryphon. You raise the intensity of your tongue thrusts, hungry for her juices. She latches onto one of your claws, flapping her wings and thrashing her tail through the air. Panting, you guide the other tip of your forked tongue across her engorged clitoris. Her loud, lusty groans entangle with the shamanic ritual in front of you, the atmosphere growing even darker.

When you feel her twitching pussy grasping tightly onto your tongue, you roar excitedly, fingering your own dripping, glowing vulva with your other hand. The priestess cums with a loud avian shriek, revealing the name of tonight's first sacrifice.

"Rhayaek!"