Lie - I did not abandon my oath

"Nearly, War Mother," you say, your voice trembling with shame. You **** yourself to believe that it's not really a lie. Your heart leaps in your chest when you realize the imp's vile seed is still trickling down your thighs, and you hope that Gisella does not test you.

"Hold fast. You are the only hope of our order. The Supreme War Mother must be warned that Thoros has returned." She pushes you to the door. "No more talk. Go."

"Come with me!" you cry, hearing the sounds of battle and, worse, the sounds of fornication.

"I must stay with the abbey. Sister Helena is leading the neophytes to safety and I must buy them time." She kisses you on the lips. "Go, daughter. Go and be strong. This is your final trial. Go!"

The War Mother does not look back as she draws another knife from her belt and sets off in the direction of the noise from the dining hall. Most of the abbey must have been gathered for your feast when they were attacked. How could this happen? Who could possibly do such a terrible thing?

You do not linger outside the laundry. You escape through the cells of the faculty and reach the door to the abbey's library. You stop, hearing a sound that sends a chill up your back. It is a slap of flesh upon flesh with a trace of a wet slurping sound and the breathless panting of a woman.

You lean your head into the library just enough to see that the sister librarian, Constance, is naked and being ravished by a fiend. The beautiful, fair-haired woman is young for a full sister, only a few years older than you, with plump breasts that dangle and swing beneath her bent body. Her gown hangs in scraps from her pale nudity and her head bounces like that of a shaken ragdoll. The creature behind her resembles a man and a crocodile combined. Its long snout is open and hissing with pleasure as it holds her hips and ruts a huge, pale-gray cock in and out of her quim.

The sword of Saint Magdalena is a cold comfort. After your failure and subsequent deception, you have little confidence that you would be able to save Constance, even with the powerful relic. Perhaps it would be better to stay behind the books and sneak past this carnal scene to make your escape. But guilt tugs you back toward the scene at hand. Can you not atone for your defilement?