The Temple of Hallowed Servitude

So, as it turned out, not all universes were as vast as mine. Some of them were larger, but others could be as small as a single room. Some universes were only the size of a shopping mall and were used, rather appropriately, as big interdimensional markets. Small universes were often called demiplanes, and it was one such place that would be our first stop in the multiverse.

We were outside the cabin. Astrea was holding one of the many books of Rune Keys open to a specific symbol, displaying it in front of me. Meanwhile, I was concentrating on the symbol, getting ready to open a portal.

“Here goes nothing, eh?” I said. “With this, we’ll find out if your theory about these runes is correct.”

“Indeed,” Astrea nodded. She was now wearing a gorgeous V-necked red dress, thigh-high heeled boots, and long gloves. Her hair was up in a high ponytail, and she put on makeup that framed her features well. She was beautiful as always.

“Should I be trying to imagine a specific place while I’m doing this?” I asked, trying to distract myself from her beauty to stay focused on the task at hand. Otherwise, I was liable to just pounce on her… again… for the third time in the past hour.

She shook her head, “It won’t matter. The demiplane isn’t that large, we’ll get to where we need to be very quickly no matter where we end up.”

“All right then, here goes nothing.” I stared intently at the symbol. It was relatively simple, probably because it was only a demiplane, so there wasn’t too much to focus on. All-in-all, it was a good symbol for demonstration purposes. Then I held out my hand, aiming it somewhere in my periphery. Now that I had some fundamental knowledge of Conjuration magic, I actually knew that I didn’t need to do that, but it still felt good to do, so I did it anyway.

First came the red spark, then the light, then the glowing red frame. On the inside I could see a room with wood panel flooring, stone brick walls with a couple of torches set into them, and a central rug colored a deep shade of purple. Hanging on the wall opposite the portal was a steel-forged symbol, it looked like an upside-down triangle with a line coming up from the bottom and bisecting two linked circles in the middle.

“Is this it?” I asked.

“It is; the experiment was successful. This is good news.”

“Yeah!” I agreed, getting a little excited to finally explore someplace new. Granted, it wasn’t anything as spectacular as a whole new world, at least not yet, but it was already tickling the part of my brain that yearned for adventure. I quickly took inventory of everything I had on me, I was back in the same outfit as earlier, and the egg was nice and secure in the same belt pouch I’d left it in. “All right, let’s go!”

Without further ado, I practically leapt forward and into the open gateway. I got a brief sensation of vertigo as I stepped through the portal, and the atmosphere changed significantly. It was a bit colder now, and the air was filled with a sweet, flowery scent that was pleasant to the nose. Once I had confirmed that Astrea made it inside with me, I closed the portal.

“So, what is this place, exactly?” I asked.

Before Astrea could reply, another voice answered, “Oh! Guests?”

I turned to look at the source, finding a figure standing in the doorway. I couldn’t really think of any other way to describe her than a sexy demon bondage nun, which on paper sounded like a very disparate combination of words; somehow, she made it work, though. Clearly, the symbol on the wall was meant to denote some kind of religious affiliation, because this lady had the same symbol, also made of steel, centered on her habit’s brow between a pair of small red curved horns.

“Uh, hi,” I said, smiling sheepishly.

“Welcome to the Temple of Hallowed Servitude!” she replied cheerily and then bowed. “Are you here to adopt one of our members?”

I turned to look at Astrea.

She replied in my stead, “Yes, we are.”

“Wonderful! My name is Diligence, but you’re welcome to call me Dilly, or any other name you wish. I will be more than happy to help you find just the right ****. Is this your first time visiting one of our temples?”

“Yes,” I said, fairly confident in that much at least. “I’m not entirely sure how all this works.”

“Not a problem, I can explain everything. We here at the Temple of Hallowed Servitude worship the goddess Destria. She teaches us that the path to true enlightenment is one where we surrender ourselves to the will of another. To become a **** and serve our Master or Mistress in whatever way they desire, is to be as close to divinity as possible.”

So, it was a whole religion of bottoms. No wonder Astrea immediately thought of this place.

“What sort of **** do you seek, travelers?” Diligence asked.

Astrea looked at me. I suppose my preference was the one that mattered in this instance.

“Uh, female for sure. Someone energetic would be nice, maybe someone who wouldn’t mind being an adventurer—that one’s important. Oh, and if she has combat training, that would be nice too. A warrior or something warrior-adjacent would mesh well with us.”

“Any preferences for species or phenotypes?”

“Uh, something like us, I guess?” I said, shrugging.

“Humanoid,” Astrea said, and I was happy for the save. “Or at least the ability to become humanoid.”

“Any preference for general personality?” Diligence asked.

“I mean, as long as she’s fully and completely willing to be a **** for all of eternity, not really,” I said. “I don’t mind being surprised in that area.”

“Oh, you won’t have to worry about that. Everyone is here entirely of their own free will, our slaves are ethically sourced.” That was good to know, and if I wasn’t mistaken, it meant that her mind-serpent was going to be a Brood-Lord. Getting one of those early was going to be a pretty good deal. “All right, I think I might have someone in mind. Would you be opposed to a demon, someone like me?” she asked, gesturing to her horns.

“Not at all,” I said, refraining from giving a much more enthusiastic response of “hell yeah” only because I was suddenly worried that the “hell” part would be offensive to a literal demon. Diligence herself was pretty attractive, and the exotic nature of her demonic features, like her horns, tail, and blood-red skin, only added to her raw sex appeal.

“Great! This one has been pretty **** to find a master for a few years now. Here, follow me, I’ll take you right to her.”

Diligence turned and began walking down a corridor, Astrea and me following close behind.

“Her name is Salacious, and I will warn you right away that she can be a bit of a handful. While you won’t have to pay a single coin to walk out of here with her in tow, I would highly recommend you purchase one of our control artifacts specifically for her.”

“Oh, we won’t have to worry about that,” I said, my hand unconsciously moving to the pouch with the egg in it.

“We have brought our own control method, is that fine?” Astrea asked.

“Oh, that’s perfectly fine. You may need it. There is unfortunately a reason Salacious hasn’t been picked up by someone yet. She does want to serve, she’s just a bit of a wild card. She has a general attitude that is… difficult to manage. She also has certain habits that make her a poor **** in a conventional sense.”

I exchanged looks with Astrea. I was feeling a little apprehensive, but Diligence was speaking pretty vaguely so I didn’t know exactly what to expect.

“If you end up wanting someone else, there won’t be any hard feelings. Sometimes, you just aren’t a good match,” Diligence assured. “I feel bad for her, though, so it’s worth a try, right?”

“Right,” I agreed.

We eventually got to a large chamber with a glowing magic circle in the center of the floor. Diligence stepped inside the circle and snapped her fingers. Suddenly, half of the torches were burning with violet flames, instantly creating a more relaxing atmosphere. Then she turned around and began walking back the way we came.

Confused, I followed after with one of my eyebrows perked up. When we re-entered the corridor, it was lined with wooden doors that hadn’t been there previously. My intuition was telling me that she had just used some kind of Conjuration magic. We were now on a different “floor” in this complex.

“So, when you say Salacious is a ‘wild card’, what exactly do you mean?” Astrea asked.

“Despite wanting to be a ****, she’s a bit of a free spirit in certain ways. I think a Master or Mistress would have to strike a delicate balance between control and independence. She would need a ‘long leash’ so to speak, but her owner would also need to give that leash a tug every now and again.”

Interesting.

“I suppose to put it another way, it isn’t enough that she willingly submits, she wants to be dominated too.”

“Kind of a brat, then?”

“Yes, actually! I was sort of dancing around that term because I didn’t know you knew of it.” Diligence smiled back at me.

Finally, we arrived at one of the doors. There was a steel plaque with the name “Salacious” etched onto it. I knew it was her name, but I couldn’t help but feel as though it was an omen of some sort. I had to be mentally prepared for this.

Diligence rapped her knuckles on the door a few times.

“What?” A husky voice from beyond the door replied, sounding mildly annoyed.

“It’s Dilly, you have some visitors,” Diligence replied.

What followed was a mad shuffling behind the door, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of cans being kicked around across the wooden floors. Finally, the door opened and the woman I assumed to be Salacious was standing before me in all of her glory.

She was a demon like Diligence, however, instead of blood red skin, Salacious sported a pastel purple hue, all of which was currently on full display on account of her being totally nude. To merely say that this woman had curves would be an injustice to her overall physique. Her breasts were huge and tipped with large nipples that were just a shade darker than the rest of her skin, her waist was tight, and her hips could slay entire nations. She was tall, maybe about five-eleven or maybe even six feet, and on top of having a comfortable layer of fat in all the right places, she also had a fair bit of muscle, most clearly visible on her arms and legs. Her skin had more than a few dark purple markings in swooping patters at various points on her body.

Her hair was straight, side-swept, and raven-colored with neon purple tips and shaved temples. She had a pair of long, segmented horns extending from her brow and off to her sides and sported lengthy pointed ears just beneath them. She met me with a sultry gaze from a pair of completely purple eyes—including the sclera—and whose irises had an unnatural, piercing glow. Behind her, I could see a long, slender, spade-tipped tail swishing back and forth gently.

I noted that her room was an absolute mess. Clothes were strewn about, her bedsheets were basically just in a crumpled ball in the corner of her mattress, and I could see two separate piles of trash one dedicated entirely to empty chip bags, and the other featuring dozens of hopefully empty beer cans.

She leaned on the doorframe and tucked one arm under her massive tits as she said, “What do they want, huh?” There was an undeniable layer of disinterest in her voice.

“They might be looking to adopt you,” Diligence said.

“Oh yeah?” her eyes glided up and down my frame, then did the same to Astrea. “Which one?”

“Me,” I said, squaring my shoulders a little. “My name is Persephone, nice to meet you.”

“Salacious,” she replied, then got a slightly mischievous smile. “Think you can handle me, squirt?”

“You really shouldn’t be so rude—” Diligence began, but I held up a hand to silence her.

I reached forward and placed a hand directly on her breast, squeezing it and marveling at how soft it was. It was actually a little softer and more malleable than Astrea’s. “What I think doesn’t matter much, does it? The question is, will I be able to handle you; and the answer is yes.”

“Confidence is sexy,” Salacious replied, pushing her chest out a little. I felt her tail wrap around my thigh and give it a squeeze. “But talking is only half the game. A lot of people like you came here with confidence and ran away with their tail tucked behind their legs.”
“I won’t run away,” I said, simply. I stopped groping her and instead just began running one of my dainty fingers across her smooth titflesh in circles around her nipple. “I’ve already decided that I want you. But the ball is in your court. I want you, but I also want to know what you want; and I want to hear it from your own mouth.” I gave her nipple a playful flick.

She licked her lips, then got a prideful grin like she just won a game, “I don’t want you to care what I want. So, I guess you’ve already failed miserabl—”

I interrupted her by doing the same trick to her that I had with Astrea earlier. I felt the tingling sensation rush through my arm and into her breast with the same pink glow.

Salacious’ eyes widened suddenly, and she let out a shocked moan. It didn’t seem to crash into Salacious nearly as heavily as it had with Astrea, but that was likely due to the latter’s increased breast sensitivity. Salacious stumbled backward into the room behind her and I followed, calmly.

“Oh my,” I heard Diligence mutter.

“What the fuck was—”

I interrupted Salacious again, doing the same thing, but this time I poked a spot on her lower belly, right above her sex which was glistening with wetness. This time, the effect was much more like what had happened with Astrea. Salacious was immediately met with multiple consecutive orgasms all within the span of a few seconds. She was practically screaming a moan as she fully collapsed backward onto her rear, her back leaning on her bedframe.

I saw an opportunity here, and decided to just take it while I had the chance. I unzipped my shorts and unleashed my cock, then propped one foot up on the bed and shoved my full length into Salacious’ mouth.

Still in the throes of orgasm, she was powerless to resist—assuming she even wanted to—so my dick fully sheathed itself in her throat without so much as a sputter from the purple demon. I began thrusting my hips wantonly, sliding my length in and out of her plump lips.

She seemed to have completely surrendered to her fate by now, not just allowing me to do as I pleased, but actively using her tongue to help my cock along its journey. She had gone from having her eyes rolled back in bliss to staring directly at me. I got the distinct impression that I had passed whatever test she had been giving me earlier.

I was really close to bursting, but I didn’t want to quite yet, so I removed my length and began slapping her in the face with it repeatedly. She was a drooling mess under my cock, and she looked happy.

“Okay,” she muttered hazily, “I’m listening.”

I grinned, “Good girl.” At this, she practically snarled at me, glaring at me. I responded by slapping her in the face again with my dick. I reached into my pocket and removed the tiny red egg and made sure she saw it. “This is the egg of a mind-control serpent. When you swallow it along with a helping of cum, it will turn you into an obedient fuck-sleeve for me to enjoy at my leisure.”

Her eyes widened a little, and she looked at the sphere with interest. Regaining some of her composure, she brought one of her hands up and began stroking my length and occasionally licking it with her long, slender tongue.

“You will love every second of it, and never disobey me. I am a planeswalker, and I plan to use you to go on adventures throughout the multiverse. I think you will be a valuable member of our team, so I am planning on making you swallow this. I would prefer that you were willing to do so, but I can make it work either way.”

She got a wide, toothy grin, “Now you’re speaking my language. But are you sure you want me? As you can see, I’m kind of a lazy alcoholic slob. The only three things I care about are slaughter, sleeping, and sucking cock.” She emphasized this point by giving my tip a playful smooch.

“Two of those three things are exactly what I need you for, so I don’t see a problem.” The slob part might be a pain, but I could always enslave someone to clean up after her.

“Then neither do I. Gimme that,” she then forcibly snatched the egg out of my hand and immediately popped it into her mouth. She swallowed it, then impaled herself on my cock yet again. This time, she took the lead, bobbing her head up and down my rock-hard length. She then removed it to say, “Just as long as you do that thing with your finger a lot, it was fucking amazing.”

Once she slid back down my length I winced with pleasure, “I think I can make that work.”

She grinned at me with her eyes and then sharply picked up her pace. She was repeatedly slamming her head up and down my length and moaning into the activity, sending vibrations up through my whole body. I couldn’t hold it in much longer than that.

With a sigh and a grunt, I began erupting into her lips. “Let it fill up,” I ordered, “don’t swallow until your mouth is full.”

She cocked an eyebrow, then shrugged and let her mouth rapidly fill up with my spunk. Once it was full, she gave a great heaving gulp and managed to get a lot down. As soon as she did, I sent a surge of magical energy through my cock and into her mouth.

Her eyes shot open as a climax smashed into her without warning. She moaned around my tip, but kept her lips sealed tight around it as it continued to shoot rope after rope into her mouth. Once she swallowed another mouthful, I sent another surge of pleasure.

This one caused her to sputter a little, and my cream exploded out of the side of her lips, but she still managed to remain focused. From here, she seemed to find a rhythm that worked, even as I continued forcing her to orgasm with each swallow. Overall, the mess was minimal.

By the time my ejaculation ended, her tits were coated in a thick, sticky glaze. When I withdrew my cock from her lips, she was breathing heavily, and her eyes had gone half-lidded.

“Fuck, that was…” she trailed off. Then her eyes opened wide, and she looked down at her body. One of her hands lifted up to her gut. “What the—ohhhh fuck that’s weird.” She wriggled in place, both arms now crossing over her midsection.

“Uh,” I stepped back, “Astrea?”

“Not to worry,” Astrea was now beside me. I couldn’t help but notice that the front of her dress around her breasts was wet with milk and her cheeks were flushed. “It’s the Mind-Serpent working its way up to the brain cavity.”

“Gods, you didn’t tell me it would feel this weird!” Salacious yelled as her hands trailed up her body, seeming to follow the path of the serpent. “How is it doing this?”

“It can enter a metaphysical state,” Astrea explained, “I’m guessing it’s doing that now. Far more humane than burrowing a hole from your stomach to your brain, I’d imagine.”

“Fucking NERD,” Salacious growled. By now her hands were clutched to her head. “Oh, oh, oh okay, this is… still weird but kinda…” she trailed off, a smile appearing on her lips. “Okay, this feels kinda good actually. It’s like… it’s like I’m buzzed but better.”

“I suppose this means you’ve decided to adopt her?” Diligence suddenly chimed in.

“Oh yeah, I knew I was going to enslave her the moment I saw her,” I said. “This disaster of a woman is exactly my type.”