Both wonders and horrors

As a child your mother would tell you tales of far away places and times from long,long ago. In one of these, the hero, a thief not much older than you were at the time, was taken by a great wizard to a cave of wonders filled with treasures. Precious metals, gleaming gem stones, tapestries woven of silk and gold threads and caskets filled with perfumes, spices and incense filled shelves as deep as a man's arm could reach and three times higher lined the walls of that legendary cave. This vault must be the closest thing to that fairytale as could ever exist in the real world. There seemed to be enough gold and silver alone in this place to buy all of Athenapolis, and that did not even count the jewels that sparkled like colored stars in the darkness. Mixed in among the beautiful works of art, were items that spoke to your warrior's heart. A rack of polished spears several suits of gleaming armor and a display holding a silver-lined gladius that begged to be in your hand.

"Focus, you idiots!" The sharp voice of the raven-haired high priestess returned you to your senses. The others in your entourage were as overwhelmed as you had been and you see them standing in the hall and surveying the treasures of the great Temple. Even the young acolytes bound in chains forgot their perilous state as they stared in awe at the wonders that filled the vault. Only Edlynn, the blonde priestess of Athena whose chains you held was not distracted by the sight, her eyes were focused to the end of the hall to where a slight movement in the darkness catches you attention.

"What have you done, Althea?" You can feel the glee radiating from the ebony phallus in your left hand and the fear in the slender priestess is palatable; you draw your sword swiftly. Is this a trap after all? The High Priestess' smile does nothing to alleviate the cold beauty of her face and she urges you forward with a laugh.

"You don't need that sword, Captain of Helios." As you get closer you make out a figure swinging in a slow circle from a chain. "The power that you seek will come from the weapon that swings between your manly thighs." The source of the rank smell becomes clear as you see the bloated figure of a naked woman hanging by one ankle from a ring in the ceiling above a black circular slab rising from the floor. Cuts in the woman's wrists face and breasts explain the dark puddle of congealed blood that covers the polished disk and even more has run of the sides in streaks onto the white marble floor. This young woman must have slowly bled out nearly every drop of her blood as she hung there dying.

"It's Muirielle." Whispers one of the acolytes. It is a wonder the girl was able to recognize her companion with the amount of damage and bloating, but the others including Cassiopeia nod in agreement. As the hanging corpse continues its slow turn you see that her otherwise unblemished white thighs have streaks of blood as well that could not have come from the cuts in her face, torso or wrists.

The only one in the room not horrified by the sight of the murdered acolyte is the High Priestess who is examining the markings on the obsidian disk at your knees.

"Look Captain, it is working!" Using a white rag that must have been poor Muirielle's tunic to wipe away the globs of congealed blood she points to pit marks in the otherwise smooth stone that have burned into it like drips of water eating away at a limestone block. "All it needs is one final push and the seal will be broken."

Pay the price Captain, Give me this proud priestess. The demon clenched in your fist throbs like a living cock and you can feel its excitement running through your skin and into your soul. Give me that holy cunt, just as Althea has fed me all the others. One more will satisfy my hunger, and the rest are yours to play with.

"Can you hear him, Lord?" Asks the High Priestess staring intently at the carved rod in your hand, "Is he pleased with us?" The High Priestess steps closer to you licking her lips suggestively. "Once the gate has been opened, Captain, you and I will rule this city as king and queen." She places a soft hand on your arm and draws your palm to smoothly her rounded hip, "Hurry, My Lord, and claim what is yours." The raven-haired priestess is stunningly beautiful, but there is a coldness about her that makes you hesitate. As attractive as the High Priestess is, the lust that you felt in the great sanctuary is all but gone. Could you bed a woman who in the pursuit of power sacrificed only Hades knows how many young woman in this darkness? For that matter, your cock feels as small as if you have been bathing in a mountain stream. You doubt you could get an erection of any kind in this rotten chamber of ****. As if sensing your thoughts the demon speaks again in your mind.

_You need not share your glory with that witch, Ajax. You can take any woman as your consort, you don't need her any more than I do. Neither should you be concerned about your ability to perform what is needed, it is a simple thing to bring a man to his full potential. _As soon as that thought crosses your mind, your cock swells in your loincloth, an erection so hard and painful that you ache for release.__

Give me the bitch, You can feel the dildo throb with need as hard and eager as your own cock, and then you can have each and every one of these virgins, Together we will free my people, and you will be the master of all women!

At the end of her chains the slender blonde priestess stares at you in a combination of fear and hope, does she know what is being offered, and the price she will pay for your sudden rise to power? You understand the demon's desire, by Ares you'd like to drive yourself into her chaste pussy, hear her cry out first in pain as you split open her sealed portal and then in wonder as you show her what a man can do to a woman's body. And not only that pristine cunt, you are reminded that you brought with you three other virgins. Young, sweet morsels for you to plunder Cassiopeia's freckle-faced red head, the exotic dark-skinned acolyte from the southern lands, and the full-breasted beauty that Nicia is holding so tightly. Your hunger for each and all of them is as urgent as the demon's lust for Edlynn.