A foothold in Ruyanei.

I used the Monster Race experience to advance my Devil side. It was more true to my desires and nature anyway. My beastly Therionic qualities were useful—I loved my overwhelming physical strength and the way every single one of my **** victims cowered and obeyed me—but I was a Devil. A patriarch of a brand new Devil line, even. I had gotten a taste for defiling the innocent and their places of worship and I wanted more.

-Devil Level 3-
Health 74/74
Mana 41/140

Physical attack and defense bonus +5%
Spell Power Bonus +20%
Dark Spell Power Bonus +60%

Two Monster Upgrades Remaining

Having secured a proper place to nest and a satisfactory number of women with whom to establish my brood, things calmed down for a few days. I felt no itch to keep moving. I stayed in the village for another several days, establishing order, reinforcing my rule, and protecting my investment.

The four remaining men and the older women who couldn't become mothers I put to work. The men balked until I threw one to the ground and **** him half to ****. I had to say it was less enjoyable for me than **** a woman but the result was no less effective. I **** that man to remain naked the rest of the day as a reminder to the others. All the men fell in line after that. They were useful laborers, and the women all seemed to shy away from them so I used them as human sheep dogs now and then to keep the women cowed.

I secured a wide perimeter around the settlement with Ward spells, raised skeletons and summoned imps. No one could approach without being seen; no one was allowed to leave.

Over the course of a few days I made a point to fuck each of the women again in turn, and then again. I was gentle with those who pleased me and rough with those who did not, but they all submitted to my lust with varying degrees of enthusiasm. Each was introduced to great pleasure at my hands and all became totally submissive by her third round with me. Group psychology helped each of them slide into her new role quickly as all the women around around her did the same: Desha proved an insatiable slut, Roslinde developed a soft motherly persona towards the other women but remained eager to please me and prove herself. One of the women cried every time I touched her, even as she climaxed. I rather enjoyed that.

Jetta was a willing sexual object in my hands. When I reached for her she would open for me, spreading her legs and opening her mouth invitingly. Because her cries and moans were so heavenly to my ears I had left her throat untouched throughout several of our sessions. But she'd observed how I loved to go for the throat and made a point of offering it. I eventually took it. She turned me on so much; I loved the way she gradually transformed into a new person for me. She was willing and eager when we were together, moaning freely and bucking her hips if I didn't restrain her completely. But whenever I wasn't using her she withdrew into herself, quiet and haunted. Struggling internally with her new life and the things she was **** to do and witness.

I gave Jetta extra attention during those first days, forcing her to participate to keep her busy. When I learned she had a form of magical Binding, I made her use her magic to seal away all remaining traces of Light that remained in the artifacts or stones of the church and village. Any lucky charms, magical heirlooms of prosperity, any symbols of those arrogant gods of Light. Anything and everything that might displease or challenge me and my rule. I set her to the task for a day with the understanding that for each offending item I found the next day, she would be expected to submit to a punishment. She was very thorough.

I pushed her out of her comfort zone at every opportunity, keeping her will broken: I **** her to sexually **** the other women and bring them to orgasm with tongue and fingers. I tasked her with milking herself and the others. I'd stuck every woman except Desha; her smallish tits were so cute it seemed a shame to ruin their charm. I **** her to remain naked while the other women were allowed robes and coverings to keep warm and cover themselves while I wasn't using them.

I made her sexually available to the remaining men. They had a lot of their own sexual needs. Being surrounded on all sides by huge-titted, lactating women, moaning in pleasure as often as not had pushed them into overdrive. I wanted Jetta to descend all the way to the depths of her own soul, so I threw her to them, and they used her. Frequently. There was some initial hesitation; they knew her. They'd respected her. Honored her. But once one of them took the first step, the rest followed.

The Jetta they'd all known was long gone, anyway. Broken. Melted down in the crucible of sex and suffering. Her faith in the Light was gone, thanks to my Mind Control, so she was lost. A leaf in a whirlpool. But she would be remade, when she was ready; when I deemed her ready.

I took some satisfaction as I watched her become a willing participant with the men, riding them enthusiastically and gobbling cock whenever presented with one. When the men saw how depraved she'd become, they piled on, calling her a filthy whore. She never argued with them.

Jetta's presence was required every time I fucked one of the women. I kept one tentacle for her each time, and fucked her on the edge of orgasm throughout as she watched the other woman come again and again while she was denied.

She grew increasingly sexual, enduring several denied orgasms daily as she watched me ravage her peers over and over again, jealously witnessing their ecstasy. After three days I gave her an ultimatum: she would be allowed to come but only on the tongue of Frida, one of the least compliant women in the village. I knew there was no way Frida would do it short of me ordering her to. Jetta would need to choose to suffer herself to spare the woman, or commit **** to please herself.

It took less than six hours before Jetta **** herself on the other woman, sitting on Frida's face with a tight grip on her hair until Jetta got what she wanted. It stunned everyone when it happened. I'd just smiled and stroked Jetta's hair as she still straddled Frida, crying softly.

"Good girl. You're learning."

The tears were a good sign; she hadn't cried in days. There was more to her left to destroy that she'd hidden somewhere inside herself and I had touched upon it. I would find it and I would excise it. She would be ready soon. I was pleased. Jetta needed to un-learn her self-sacrificing nature. She needed to be willing to take without consideration of the cost to others. To fulfill objectives in my service, even at the expense of the innocent. She needed to become selfish, cruel, and unflinching. I was going to make her a loyal attack dog, and I did not want my pet hindered by such things as empathy.

A clear hierarchy formed in the village. I was king, obviously, and Roslinde was my favored servant. I had to nudge her a little to reawaken her zeal and passion for the Dark after her reprimand, but she found herself again quickly. Besides Roslinde, the next tier in my system was all the pregnant women, whose bellies were already plain to see even under their robes. Desha was first among them for her fabulous sexual willingness and genuine appreciation for rough treatment. They were regarded as my personal harem and the men stayed away from them.

My summoned creatures ranked more or less equal with the women, serving as both their protectors and watchers wherever they went in the village. Then came the men, a useful laborer caste who kept the mothers comfortable in their homes and provided the fruits and grains the women cooked with. I didn't allow anyone to go far enough from the village to hunt fresh game, so meat was scarce until one of the men commented that one of the nearby farms was a ranch with livestock we could use. We relocated the animals to our village, but I knew we would need many more animals for the many mouths we would soon have to feed, so for the time being they were used only for milk.

Lastly, the clear bottom rung of our little society, was poor Jetta. The beautiful wretch. The Priestess whore whose pregnant belly grew more slowly than the others due to having been impregnated before my upgrade. The only woman touched by the human men, fucked daily by their inferior cocks. They never gave her the relief she craved; she knew it could only come from me, anymore. I'd ruined her for mortal men but still she served them hungrily.

She longed to take her place with the other women, to be taken by me properly again, to feel my approval. I watched her transition with great pleasure from a fierce, gleaming warrior-cleric into a dirty, wide-eyed creature **** to please. To earn favor with the only god that mattered in her life anymore.

Me.

Once my little settlement was running smoothly and I trusted that everyone knew his or her place, I left to fetch Lyla and her mother. There was plenty of room for them in their new home. But what I found when I arrived at their little cottage was unexpected. Unexpected but very very interesting.