Zporaflor, of the Miasmic Garden

Your attention holds on the symbol of the brown mushroom adorned with the three black rings.

"Ah. Zporaflor, favored daughter of Grevakhnu." Filistria states as her full lips curl into a smile. "Her powers of decay are truly impressive but far from her limits. A wise choice to make." The blond seductress continues. You notice she is standing tall as her bosom slowly heaves as if excited.

"Yes. With her influence, I will spread the glory of Grevakhnu across the land like mold from the abyss." You say with confidence.

With a swipe from her hand, the other symbols disappear from between the two of you and the black ringed mushroom's glow intensifies. Another flick of her wrist and the symbol darts into the lump of gray demonic flesh as it begins to rumble violently. It's throbbing almost hypnotic, your eyes are drawn to it as Filistria circles around you. "The beast will serve you, once bound, as you serve Zporaflor and thus the will of Grevakhnu." You can feel her fingers lightly brush up your back and to your shoulders. "It's power is great and can perform many dark acts. The extent of which it will reveal to you the longer you are bonded." Her hands now slide over your shoulders as she steps closer to you, caressing her body against yours. Her ample chest pressing into your back. The gray mass pulsing before you. "You only need to give it a sample of your body to bind it to you." Filistria whispers seductively into your right ear. Her hands slowly gliding down your chest from around your arms and you could feel a stirring in your groin. The mesmerizing throbs of the gray clay holding your attention as Filistria unties your robes to let them fall open before the rumbling artifact and the warm air of her chamber seems to grow thick with lust. Your cock stands firm pointing directly to the demonic flesh in front of you. Filistria's fingernails gently dance across your balls to send a shiver up your spine before she gives a haunting giggle. "Relax. As herald of Grevakhnu, you have nothing to fear from the beast. Unless you displease our mistress." Her nails slowly trace their way up your shaft, halting just below the head of your cock. A tingling sensation fills your body emanating from your groin. You can feel Filistria's nipples harden against your back through her top. The throbbing of the gray mass intensifying with the lust that fills the room as Filistria's fingers softly wrap around your shaft. The air becoming hotter as she slowly strokes.

You lose track of time staring into the pulsating artifact. Minutes, hours, perhaps days pass as the platinum blond warlock continues to stroke your length. The lust and desire feeding the demonic beast as it continues to transform. Once a gray clump of flesh, it now forms into a teardrop-shaped bulb as four tentacles sprout from its base. The pressure in your cock is immense and you regain your focus. Sweat covers your body as well as Filistria's. "The time is now." She whispers into your ear again, then suckles lightly on its lobe. All the pent up desire in your body is released and you shoot. The warlock's lips move to begin kissing your neck. A large load of cum lands on the still throbbing bulb of the demonic beast. Another blast from you covers it more as its tentacles begin to dance over its bulb, rubbing your semen into its flesh. It's pulsing slows as does the pressure in your loins. Another stream of your cum leaks from you to cover Filistria's still pumping hand. "Perfect." She whispers low against your neck, her strokes of your dick slowing.

You finally turn your attention back to the enchanting cult leader behind you. She removes her hands from your body and steps back, examining her cum covered hand. Her thin black top plastered to her round breasts with sweat and her long slim loincloth in a pile on the floor. You are unsure when it came off but she now stands there with her shaven pussy bare to you.

The best of Zporaflor on the table, still writhing in your semen, seems to have calmed and you are keenly aware of its presence.