Beg for Marduk's aid

“Promise Marduk to let him fuck you as his **** for the night if he helps you against the cultists.”

Target >= 75, 1d100 roll+7=12, failed suggestion (+1 virtue)

“Demand Marduk help you kill Dommik and promise a reward for his servitude if he does it.”

Target >= 45, 1d100 roll+7=76, successful suggestion (+1 corruption)

Selphie Quimbane Corruption 8, Virtue 4

Marduk steps back, denying Selphie the leverage of his powerful bicep. She stares at his muscular green arm just out of her reach. She is trapped naked, impaled by her lubricated holes on the twin stone cocks of the demonic idol. The orc’s cum that she used as crude lube feels compelling, addictive. Marduk bares his orcish tusks at her in a smirk. She needs him and he knows it.

The remaining cultist pulls out a gleaming ceremonial dagger and sneers. His eyes dart between Selphie and Marduk. “That’s right orc, betray this worthless whore of the light. Betrayal is delicious to Grazzt the Demon Lord of Forbidden Pleasure. I will flay her skin!”

Selphie brushes her blonde hair out of her eyes. “No, Marduk, help me purge this vile cultist and I will be your submissive **** all night,” she begs the orc. She can feel herself get wetter at the thought. The orc’s big fat green cock would feel so much better than the stone idol dildo trapping her.

Marduk keeps smirking. “The word of a paladin to an orc isn’t worth much, slavegirl. I know we’re all just creatures of evil to you. A whore of the light like you will purge a cultist one minute and an orc another. Give me a word you can’t break. Swear by your god.”

“Let me be your obedient slavegirl for the night,” Selphie begs. “May Helm strike me down and bar me from the heavenly shield of light forever if I lie. Please, Marduk. Slay the cultist and I will take every thrust of your big green dick with my tight holes. Please.”

A beam of crepuscular sunlight shines down from the heavens, illuminating each bead of sweat of Selphie’s skin and making her golden hair glow. Goosebumps run down her naked form. Her god has heard her. She is bound to her oath.

Marduk grins. “All right, paladin. You must really want a hard dicking. I’ll take you and your oath.” He reaches out and dispatches Dommik with a twist of his bare hands, sending the cultist’s soul to the Abyss. The cultist’s body falls to the ground and the flaying dagger clatters on the rough stones.

The orc walks past the altar. The gangbanged elf maid is still there. He grabs her leash as a prize in one hand, and then he walks up to Selphie, impaled as she is on the twin-cocked demonic idol.

Out of the adrenaline of the fight, Selphie slumps on her stone idol two bar prison. Lifting herself up the twin stone dildos feels impossible. She might as well be as much a captive as that elf maid, though pride would not let her admit that. “Let that elfgirl go and take me as your prize, orc,” she speaks.

Marduk chuckles. “To the victor go the spoils, paladin. The way I see it, I’ve just won two sweet pussies of the light. Don’t worry, I’ve got more than enough cock for the both of you girls. Remember your promise to be my sweet submissive slavegirl. What am I going to do to you first?” He reaches out with the rough talon of his index finger and tickles Selphie’s clit. She shivers, craving more.

Comment a suggestion from the voice for Selphie.