Priestess Chloe

“Use the Ring's power to make such a proud wench kneel before your greatness.”

Target > 60

1d100 +3 Roll = 58 (Almost)

Failed Suggestion

Dame Ariadne

Corruption Points = 3

No, Ariadne wasn’t ready yet to use that ring. It probably possessed some kind of power, but it would be foolish to try it without knowledge of magic. But it was tempting to possess such a powerful artifact. Ariadne decided to ask the opinion of some arcanist or mage when she got the chance.

“Send for a cleric healslut to treat her fracture.”

Target >50

1d100+3 Roll = 68 (+1 corruption point)

Successful Suggestion

Dame Ariadne

Corruption Points = 4

Ariadne pointed at the orc’s broken leg.

“Someone call a priest to heal our guest,” she commanded, causing consternation among the lords.

“Are you sure, Dame Ariadne? She could be dangerous. It would be wiser to keep her weakened for your safety.” Sir Raymond showed concern for Ariadne.

“Thank you, sir, but if she poses a threat to me—alone, weaponless, in the center of my army—then how am I supposed to defeat the orcs in battle? I want her with a clear mind, to answer all my questions.”

Raymond did not object and left the tent. The orc woman, with her hands tied behind her back, said nothing. She just stared at Ariadne, then looked at the lords. Ariadne followed her gaze and noticed that Lord Precee was paying attention to Urgosha’s muscular abs. The orc seemed to ignore their stares.

Ariadne wanted to say something, but at that moment Raymond entered the tent with a priestess. That priestess. Raymond gave them an apologetic look.

“She was the only one available. Everyone else was too busy or too tired to come here,” he said as the priestess put a finger to his mouth.

“Oh sweetheart, my goddess has plenty of time for anyone in need. She has a big heart—and other beautiful parts of her body—for everyone,” she said in a sultry tone, making Raymond blush, and Ariadne fight the desire to roll her eyes.

She knew Priestess Chloe, a servant of the goddess Lactania. Chloe represented a faith where love, lust, and sex were forms of prayer, so she wore see-through silk robes that left nothing to the imagination, along with a red veil over her face, which made for a strange combination. Lord Precee didn’t care for the priestess, but Lord McRound kept his eyes on her swinging hips as they moved beneath the thin robe. Ariadne knew this outfit was considered modest by servants of Lactania; some of them even walked naked, wearing only jewelry and a veil over their faces. Ariadne didn’t like this faith, but with a shortage of skilled healers, she couldn’t refuse their help in the war.

“Here is your patient,” Ariadne said dryly, wanting to finish this as soon as possible.

Chloe gave Ariadne a wink and moved like a dancer toward Urgosha. She gently touched her muscular abs, sliding her hand along the waist cloth until her fingers reached the broken leg. Urgosha clenched her fists behind her back as Chloe breathed softly and touched the injured limb, mumbling some incantation. Golden light gleamed from her fingers as the priestess breathed faster. The orc’s breathing grew heavier and uneven, though she kept a stoic expression.

A voice called in Ariadne’s head:

“Orcs are resistant to typical forms of ****, but if you give them pleasure, you should be able to break her.”

Target >60

1d100+4 Roll = 100 (critical +3 corruption points)

Successful Suggestion

Dame Ariadne

Corruption Points = 7

Ariadne began breathing faster as she watched the priestess working on Urgosha. She began to feel strangely uncomfortable in her armor, as if it restrained her more than it protected her.

“Sir Raymond. Please help me remove my breastplate,” Ariadne commanded, keeping control over her voice, though it was becoming harder.

“As you wish, Dame Ariadne.” He stood behind her and unfastened the straps of the metal armor. Ariadne noticed that the lords kept their eyes on the priestess and the orc prisoner, not on her, which made her slightly annoyed.

“Priestess Chloe… Make sure that our guest is comfortable,” Ariadne ordered.

Chloe smiled behind her veil and moved her hand beneath Urgosha’s waist cloth.

“But make sure she doesn’t finish before she starts talking,” Ariadne added.

The orc tried to move away from Chloe’s fingers, but the priestess had a great deal of experience in the art of lovemaking.

“Hey… Keep your hands to—oh… oh…”

Urgosha’s stoic expression broke, replaced by visible pleasure as she moaned.

Ariadne watched as Sir Raymond removed her breastplate and moved to her arm guards. He skillfully removed her upper armor and moved to her leg protections, but Ariadne stopped him.

“Not yet, Sir Raymond. I must remain ready for a potential attack.”

It was always faster to put on half the armor than to put the entire set back on. Sir Raymond nodded and placed her armor on a stand.

Urgosha moaned, her chest rising and falling beneath her pelts, while Chloe continued her ministrations. Lord McRound leaned back in his chair, while Precee drank wine and smiled triumphantly.

“Enough… please! I… I will tell you everything! Just—just let me finish!”

Chloe kept her on the edge, denying release.

Ariadne gripped the hilt of her sword tightly to maintain her composure and avoid reacting like the priestess or the lords.

Now it was time to question her, and the voices called to her once more.

What should Adriadne ask? Where orcs gareth after lost battle? Weak point of their stronghold? How to secure border to prevent future raids?