The Corruption Takes Hold

Satiated, the men withdrew their fangs from her breasts, one after the other. She gasped as they did so, and her orgasmic haze began to fade. She looked down to find the holes left by their fangs rapidly sealing.

The men stepped away, giving her space. Despite being extremely weak and dizzy, she lifted herself up from the altar. “I... I don’t feel well...” she spoke, deliriously, and then slipped, falling to the floor face first. She weakly lifted herself up on the palms of her hands, as a wave of pain and nausea hit her. “Oh goddess... what is happening...”

Her mouth suddenly flushed with saliva, dripping uncontrollably as a sharp stabbing pain shot through several of her teeth. She clenched the stone floor with her hands, gasping loudly, until the pain stopped. She allowed her face and jaw to relax. “Oh my goddess no...”

Terrified, Alarra slowly explored her mouth with her tongue. She found what she already knew. Her canines had reshaped, sharper and longer now.

She looked up to her champion, still standing there, naked, watching her. “You...” Alarra said, as her new instincts and hunger began to take hold. She hissed at him angrily, baring her new fangs. “What have you done to me?!”

Tears began to stream down her face as she despaired. With each passing moment she could feel her sense of self slipping.

Markus spoke, “You must embrace it, Alarra. This is who and what we are now. The goddess did not protect us... she has abandoned us.”

“You lied to me... you told me we defeated them. After all these years... why, why have you betrayed me?” Alarra asked.

“The goddess should have protected us! Her loyal warriors! But instead, she let us be corrupted, after fighting for so many years for her cause!” Markus replied angrily.

“We did defeat the enemy, but not before they sent their best seductresses into our encampment in a last ditch effort. My commanders and I were seduced and corrupted by the succubi the night before our final strike. We killed them too, and finished our duty. But at the cost of our souls.”

“So now I take my **** on the goddess, by corrupting her paragon.”

The doors to the chamber opened unexpectedly, and everyone turned to look. It was Angelica, one of The High Priestess’ handmaids.

She stopped abruptly, realizing multiple figures starred at her.

Angelica was quite beautiful, long and wavy bright blonde hair, on a pale unblemished face that looked to very rarely have seen sun. A stark contrast to Alarra’s deep golden/bronzed skin. She too wore the same kind of robes as Alarra, which accentuated her own appearance and aspects of fertility.

Angelica’s eyes drifted from person to person, increasingly concerned, until finally settling on Alarra, who was on the floor, on her hands and knees, naked and appearing ill or injured. She could not tell which. “High Priestess!” She exclaimed.

“No”, Alarra responded quietly, but getting louder, “Get out... run, get away!”

Angelica screamed.

As she turned to shout for the guards, a hand grabbed her forcefully, and covered her mouth.

“Bring her” Markus commanded his subordinate. The man held onto her mouth firmly, as he effortlessly dragged her squirming body over to Alarra and tossed her onto the floor next to her.

“High Priestess... are you okay?” She shifted over to Alarra, sitting next to her and trying to comfort her as the men watched. She looked back at them nervously, not knowing what to expect.

“I told you to run... you should have run...” Alarra looked up to her, revealing her changes to Angelica.

She gasped. “High Priestess... what have they done to you...”

“I...” Alarra seemed to struggle with herself, hesitating. “I...don’t know if I can stop myself Angelica.”

Alarra looked Angelica directly in her eyes. “I don’t know if I want to.”