Dark Bishop to E5, as expected

Reyla's arms shook, her fingers gripping her tools of the trade tightly while she tried to glare daggers at the older, odd black man before her, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remove her eyes from the glowing eye sockets of the skull topping his staff, nor could she bring herself to finish her arm's movements to bury a poisoned needle in the man's arm. The smirk on his lips was infuriating, but she could only barely make note of it with her eyes trapped in that glowing vortex.

The dark priest knew that this would happen, casually stepping forward and ignoring the chanting coming from the dick-girl behind him, or the cheering from the dark men standing around him. All of his focus was on the athletic, sexy ivory girl covered up in that tight green bodysuit.

"You can't resist my dark powers, girl." He said, his voice oozing with confidence and power, while she shook more, trying to break free of the curse. He knew it was already too late, the red eyes staring helplessly at his staff were already starting to fill with that red vortex, her body falling under his control.

"You are mine. Go on. Say it." He said, reaching up to her mask and casually removing it, revealing a soft and near-angelic face, with deep red lips trembling as she tried to resist his spell.

"Y-you...s-sick...f-fuck..." She spit out, but as he gestured, she tossed aside her weapons, leaving her unarmed against his power.

"Say it. You are mine." He commanded, the glow in his staff intensifying, and her body shivered as she bit her lip, dark magic puppeteering her to move as the priest decreed. After a moment...

"I-I...I am yours..." She said, even as her mind hated the words leaving her lips.

"Good. Now...Cum." He said, a smirk on his lips while the glow filling the skull's sockets pierced deeper into her eyes, moments before her red eyes rolled back in her head and pleasure hit her like a freight train, sudden and overwhelming. She only had moments to process what was happening before she was silently squirting all over the Black Stones beneath her feet, soaking her bodysuit in the process amidst the cheers of the cult around her. One hand pressed against her face, as if to hide her shameful expression from the Black Fists who had already gotten a very good view, while the other hovered over the soaked part of her bodysuit, fearful of touching it as if her hand may set her off once again.

Reyla, for a moment, felt her entire being focused on the pleasure rushing through her, all thought of resistance melted by pleasure that had never existed a moment before he spoke.

"Enough. On your knees, ****." The dark priest commanded, and Reyla winced as her knees hit the black stone beneath her, but at least the pleasure ended, with her looking up at the man...no, at the staff again, at those glowing red eyes as his cock hovered in front of her face, six inches and slowly growing as it pulsed with dark magic. "Open your mouth, and let my words sink into your mind. You live to worship cock. Your mouth was made for sucking, not talking. You do not deserve to hide your body, to wear clothes. Only a mask and boots are allowed."

Reyla shivered, as she could already feel his words trying to settle in her thoughts, playing endlessly and drowning out anything else. Worse, as she opened her mouth, the poison-wielder was already drooling, her body reacting instinctually as soon as a cock was in front of her mouth. Her King knew how much of an oral slut she was, as anytime she had a chance she would be wrapping her lips around his perfect cock, and here this foul man had lucked upon her greatest weakness.

A chance to have her mouth occupied with bringing others pleasure.

He laughed at how she was already drooling, thrusting his still growing shaft into her mouth, finding no gag reflex at all even as he pushed into her throat, his heavy balls slapping against her chin. The glow of his rod was starting to disappear, but it had almost completely filled her eyes, a sure sign that she was already starting to surrender. The jeering remarks from the cultists around him were ignored, as he set to fucking the soon-to-be enslaved slut's throat, his cock pumping in and out of her mouth and admiring how those full red lips looked wrapped around his black dick.

As moments passed, Reyla could feel the oral pleasure return once more, moaning around the man's dick and her willpower faltered. Her hands slowly moved to grasp her bodysuit, while those words played in her head, getting louder and louder.

She lived to worship cock. Her mouth was made for sucking, not talking...

She had to resist, she had to ignore them, had to ignore how good it felt to worship cock, to suck and slurp on his veiny dick instead of trying to talk, to hurl insults at him. Her full breasts bounced with his thrusts, rubbing uncomfortably against her bodysuit as she struggled to resist the urges and feelings being **** upon her.

The urge to rip her bodysuit off, to rid herself of this feeling of wrongness at being covered, of hiding her body from the many eyes staring at her so lewdly...

As a spray of his precum covered her tongue, another moan escaped Reyla, and she lost against the urge, tearing her clothes off with a harsh ripping of the otherwise tough garment.

She did not deserve to hide her body, to wear clothes. Only a mask and boots were allowed.

The cultists cheered at the baring of her athletic form, muscles and curves shown off to everyone while they could see how she was dripping onto the ground. Her eyes filled with that red glow, and the priest grinned at her total surrender. Reyla stared blankly up at him, her hands moving to finger her soaked slit and cup one of her round breasts, her deft fingers tweaking and flicking a firm pink peak.

"Good ****."

She was a good ****.

She lived to worship cock. Her mouth was made for sucking, not talking.

She did not deserve to hide her body, to wear clothes. Only a mask and boots were allowed.

"You should always...swallow...every drop...!" The dark priest bit out, his balls slapping against her face over and over while his now nine-inch dick slammed in and out of her lips over and over, reaching his climax now that he had properly subjugated her.

She should swallow every drop.

As the man roared and came down her throat, the empty-headed assassin came all over the stone once again, silently swallowing every drop. She didn't hear the cheering and jeering from their dark assailants, nor the calls from her harem sisters to stand up, to fight, to do something.

She was empty.

She was a good ****.

King-Side Knight (Reyla) has been Captured!

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