War Mother Gisella's Chambers

At last your Master reaches his destination. It takes you but a moment to realise that you are now standing in front of the War Mother's personal chambers. Your Master stops in front of the door, and steps aside, looking at you. It takes you a moment, but you realise what he wants.

"Yes Master!" You cry out, your face flushed with embarrassment. "Please forgive your ****'s poor manners! I should be punished for my rudeness!"

You bolt forward, grabbing the door and pulling it open. You movements are so sudden, and energetic, that your pert breasts jiggle. You wait by the door, standing at attention, as your Master and Xallia walk past you and into the room. As she passes the succubus flashes a condescending smirk your way, but you miss it entirely. You mind is flooded with images of your punishment; scenes of exquisite sexual torment as your body is kept on the edge of orgasm while you beg your Master for his forgiveness, and your release. Even as you close the door and move to follow behind them, you fantasies continue as, in your mind, your tight virgin bottom is savagely pierced by your Master's gigantic cock. Your screams of pain last only awhile, and then change to pleasure as your body adapts to your Master's girth.

You are drawn out of your fantasies as you realise that you Master has begun speaking to the two of you. You cringe internally in shame, is there no end to your disrespect for your glorious Master...

"Maybe he will **** me to suck his barbed tail as punishment." You think to yourself, even as your pussy twitches at the thought.

"... I need both of you to pay very close attention to what I say next." Thoros continues, causing you to refocus.

"It is almost certain that some of the initiates and paladins escaped the abbey, and also likely a portion of those will be out of range of the summoning circle before it is finished. There is even a slim chance that the strongest of those caught in range will be able to resist the sleep spell that has been added to the summoning. If even one of them gets through to the main temple in Gerlangen, they will be upon us before our forces are ready for the next stage."

Xallia suddenly speaks up. "Lord Thoros, I was under the impression that the forces you brought would be sufficient for an **** on this world. How could you not anticipate..."

The succubus would have continued, she was clearly angry enough that it overrode her fear of the demon lord, but she never got the chance. Enraged by the woman's disrespect, your hand lashes out, quick as a viper. The blow catches her square in the jaw, sending her sprawling on her curvaceous ass.

"Bitch!" You yell as you stand above her. "How dare you disrespect your master! Get on your knees and beg for forgiveness before..."

"ENOUGH! Both of you!" Thoros roars out. "I do not have the patience to watch two sluts fight when there is work to be done!"

Shame and fear battling within you, you turn back to your Master, head hung low. Xallia gets to her feet, rubbing her jaw. Thoros begins pacing as he continues.

"The forces we brought should have been sufficient for a surprise attack on this abbey. Had we brought any more, the sudden influx of such a large demonic presence would have been felt by those in Gerlangen, and they would have begun preparing for war. We needed to bring the remainder of our forces through slowly, using the energy gathered from the sisters of this abbey. Using their sexual energy would allow us to open and maintain a portal long enough to bring the rest through without detection."

An image fills your mind. The entire abbey filled with one giant orgy. Sisters fucking their demonic owners, fucking each other, bodies bathed in corrupted seed. At the center, directing it all, is your Master. He gathers and channels the sexual energies as you do everything in your power to bring his ethereal body to orgasm.

Thoros stops next to a table, there seems to be something on it, but it is covered in a sheet. As he pulls it back you can see a woman lying on her back. It takes you a moment, but you realise that it is the War Mother. She looks younger, the signs of age that once lined her skin seemingly softened out. He snaps his fingers, and her eyes open up. Your former teacher and mother figure stares blankly up at the ceiling.

"I had hoped to capture this one, and keep her mind intact. Unfortunately, she has been broken by the events this evening. Now she is only useful as a toy; once I have made a few improvement to her appearance."

Thoros grins as he says this.

"With her will bent to mine, she would have been instrumental in deceiving the rest of her order while we finished our preparations for the next stage of the invasion."

Your Master turns to you, looking you up and down. You instinctively push out your meager chest, doing your best to show off.

"Now we must rely upon you, ****. You will serve me, and help bring about the invasion of your world. Only then will you taste my seed between your lips."

You get the feeling that he isn't just referring to the pair that are now quivering as a lustful groan slips from between them. Your eyes lock on your Master's cock, and your head once again fills with blasphemous images of debauchery.

"****, you and Xallia must find the two remaining holy swords that keep me sealed from this world. Since I can no longer rely on the invasion to gather them for me, you must infiltrate their places of safekeeping and destroy them."

You do not hesitate. "Yes Master, I will find the holy swords and destroy them! I will break the seal upon you and usher your glory into this world myself!"

Though you can't see it, Xallia is rolling her eyes behind you. You continue speaking.

"Please Master, let me retrieve the Sword of St. Magdalena! I will smash the blade right here in front of you and prove my devotion!"

Thoros holds up his hand, motioning you to stay where you are. "Stay where you are, ****."

You nod, and your Master continues speaking.

"You will take the Sword of St. Magdalena with you to Gerlangen. Explain that a large **** of demons has managed to invade this abbey and you are one of the few escapees. The sisters are more likely to lower their guard around you if you are in possession of the relic. Once there, you must find the second holy sword. I know only that it is stored in the temple, not where it is hidden. Use whatever means necessary to locate it, once you do, you must destroy it. Also, while you are there, you must uncover the location of the third and final holy sword. When you are finished your task in Gerlangen you will go to the third sword and destroy it as well. When you are complete, return here. We shall break the cursed Sword of St. Magdalena together, and then you shall drink deeply of my seed to welcome me back to your world."

You nod energetically. "Yes Master! I will obey your commands! I will destroy the swords and then return to pleasure your body." Your snatch is throbbing and twitching, liquid arousal running out and down your legs as you picture yourself on your knees, servicing your Master.

"Now **** reach between your legs. I want you to focus your mind on your the orb resting in your womb."

You do as you are commanded, reaching down and thinking of the spiralling orb at the same time. You once again feel that heat moving within you, as the orb slips out from between your legs, and lands in the palm of your hand. You bring it up to eye level showing it to your Master. Almost immediately, it begins to glow red and the spiral blossoms from the center. Your vision immediately locks onto the orb and you feel that familiar feeling of falling into the spiral again. Your mind begins to empty as your thoughts begin to slow.

"Very good ****. I want you to focus on the spiral, let it pull you in deeper and deeper. Let it pull your conscious mind away, as it falls deeper and deeper into the spiral. Your conscious mind is getting sleepier and sleepier, fading slowly into dreams as it falls deeper and deeper."

You can feel the effects of your Master's commands, the room seems to darken around you, and His voice seems to be coming from further away. The longer you stare into the spiral, the greater the effect.

The last thing you hear before darkness claims your mind, is your Master addressing Xallia. "Now to talk about your role in this quest."