You watch helplessly

The scene in front of you is so shocking you have no idea how to react. Two of the Burning Rose's most stalwart defenders, bowing to the enemy they had sworn to fight above all else. The next thing you see is perhaps the most shocking, though. Despite the fact that Thoros should still be prevented from manifesting fully in this world, he reaches out his hand and picks up the broken holy relic. Normally he should not even be able to stand this close to it, much less touch it directly. However now, when he grasps the handle of the broken sword, not only is he able to pick it up, but the moment he touches it, streams of black energy explode from his hand and flow into the broken sword.

As he lifts the relic, you get a good view of the effect Thoros's corruption is having on the former holy sword. The black energy is flowing into what is left of the pure white runes on the flat of the blade, warping and twisting them into completely different symbols altogether. What is most distressing is not the discoloration of the steel or the daemonic runes forming, but the deep black energy gathering in the empty space where the remainder of the blade used to be. The dark energy coalesces on the missing section of the blade, taking shape and glowing red with daemonic runes down the length. It's not long before Thoros takes his eyes off the sword and his gaze shifts to you.

He pushes the kneeling former sisters out of his way as if they were simply objects, making them collapse on the floor and quickly scamper back to their respective daemon masters, **** to get fucked yet again. You pay no attention to them, however, as your gaze is focused entirely on the massive daemon stepping towards you and the similarly huge, erect manhood swinging between his legs. No matter how much your conscious mind tries to fight it, you can't help but be slightly entranced by the back-and-forth motion as it swings towards you. Before you know it you are staring almost straight up at the bulbous penis head, mouth hanging open slightly, as Thoros stops right in front of you. You come back to your senses momentarily as your brain catches up to the situation you've found yourself in. Even if your body was not frozen with fear, what could you even do at this point to fight back? In the time it would take for you to even got up off the floor, Thoros could do whatever he wanted to you. The intoxicating musk coming off the massive member hanging above you is only making the situation worse. The longer you stare at it, the more clouded your thinking becomes. You close your mouth and swallow hard, forcefully stopping yourself from licking your lips as a large drop of precum leaks from the tip.

"Such strong resolve. It would be such a shame to let it go to waste. Much better to claim it for myself." Thoros's words to you finally break you fully from your trace. Your focus switches from his massive cock to his piercing eyes, glaring at you not with the lust you were expecting but with an immense amount of pride. No doubt your attempts at fighting back made you that much more valuable a prize to him. The snarl your face returns to him only makes his toothy smile even wider.

"You still resist, even now. Even your beloved War Mother did not resist so stubbornly." The hatred on your face changes to shock at that information. If the War Mother herself had already fallen to this daemon lord, what chance do you have against him now?

"Do not despair, for you will be joining her soon as my personal ****." Thoros breaks his glare on you to admire the corrupted sword in his hand. "Though with such a strong will, I think I'll make other plans for you." With his final words he lowers the corrupted sword and stabs it into your chest.