An initiation.

Turning to venture into the ceremonial hall, you pause before exiting the entrance chamber. "Fetch the prisoner and bring her to me." You instruct the white-eyed thralls. The two men silently proceed into the dark depths of your new home, to where their red-headed sister waits.

Entering the ceremonial hall you find the fungal alter has grown since last night's sacrifice; Its stalk is now thick and wider than a grown man, the head bulbous and standing below your chest. A fine alter to the glory of Zporaflor. The dark algae, now covering most of the floor, stretching from the mushroom's base to almost the walls of the chamber is damp but not slick. You say the abyssal words and snap your fingers, bringing the candles to life. Kneeling before the large brown mushroom, you begin chanting from the scriptures of Grevakhnu. Haunting shadows fill the room as the candle flames dance about.

Moments later Madlen enters behind you, followed by the beast. Freshly bathed and dressed in the robe you gifted her, she appears as if she belongs in the dark presence of Lady Grevakhnu. Unsure of how she should proceed Madlen quietly awaits your command.

Ending your chant, you stand and face your newest recruit. "Come, kneel before the altar of Zporaflor." You step aside and indicate the position you had occupied.

Madlen slowly takes your place to kneel before the fungal alter. "What is Zporaflor?" She asks hesitantly. "Isn't that the beast?" Her eyes turn to regard the writhing monstrosity behind you. You smile at her curiosity.

"Mmmm... grhhh... hhmmm..." The stained cries of the redhead against her gag interrupt before you can answer. Roland and his brother drag the girl before you.

"Ah. Our witness." You greet her before turning your attention back to Madlen. "Zporaflor is both daughter and champion of Lady Grevakhnu." You inform her. "Known as the keeper of the miasmic garden, Zporaflor is the mistress of fungi, mold, and the decay that births new life." You take her slim hands in yours and guide them to the cap of the alter. "Feeding on the unworthy and those who would oppose her will, she brings new life to our world." You gently slide your hands up her arms to her shoulders and down her sides as you drop to your knees behind her. "For those who serve her will, she gifts knowledge, pleasure, and power." You whisper in Madlen's ear and her body trembles with anticipation. Reaching around the blond woman, you place your hands on the altar next to hers. Your chest pressed against her back. "Grand Zporaflor, tonight I bring you the first of many new acolytes." The words leave your mouth with pride and conviction. "May you find her worthy and willing to serve you."

Madlen squirms slightly in your arms as a thrill she has never known creeps into her. "Mistress Zporaflor. I am..." She begins. "Eager. Eager to know your ways. To know your command." She continues with a determination to prove herself. "Eager, to know your... pleasure." Her voice trembles on the last word as she slightly turns her face back in your direction behind her.

"Hhggg... ahhgg..." The redhead strains against the ropes gaging her.

"Are you prepared to give your devotion to Lady Grevakhnu and her will?" You question the new acolyte.

"I am." She answers as her sister's muffled cries drain to shocked silence.

"Are you ready to give your service to her champion Zporaflor?" Your hands glide up her arms once more to her shoulders.

"I am." She answers again.

"Are you willing to give your body to the will of the mistress?" Tracing her womanly form hands down to her hips. "To receive her blessing in your womb should she be so generous?" Your left hand slides to her stomach, holding her body pressed against your own.

"More than anything, I am." You can feel her shifting in your embrace, her ass gently wiggles against your hips.

"Follow my commands and I will guide you to Lady Grevakhnu's grace." You whisper in her ear. "To the pleasure you seek that only she can provide." You stand and guide Madlen to follow.

"Yes, Herald. I will follow as you command." She answers you one last time. Her eyes looking directly into yours, you can see a hunger deep within.

Your attention turns to the redheaded woman bound laying on the cold stone floor. "Tonight is a very special night. Not only has Madlen pledged her loyalty to our mistress but you will also witness a grand birth. A true blessing from Zporaflor herself."