Sarah dreams...

The village of Lakeshire was engulfed in flames. Shades of green felfire and regular orange flames shot out of the roofs of burning buildings. The streets were fouled by the corpses of men, who died in vain protecting the village form the invading legions of demons. Cries of help and pain rose up into the air as many of the woman were being assaulted by all manner of fel creatures. From lowly Imps to towering Doomguards, all were participating in the post-battle orgy.

Among the carnage a single woman walked with confidence. Her wand held high as she fired another bolt of green felfire into a nearby building, shattering its windows with a mighty roar. Sarah looked upon her hometown with satisfaction. Finally those pricks got what was coming to them. Her legion of enslaved demons killing the men and taking to woman to be kept as breeding slaves.

Sarah looked at one of the nearby women being ****. A small blonde girl with a familiar face. Anne, a former classmate of hers from the village school attached to the church, was being gangbanged by a bunch of Imps. The tiny, energetic creatures had **** her down. One of their oversized penises was thrusting into her cunt, while another was on top, shoving his down her tight butthole. A third was in front, moving its cock in and out of her mouth in rhythm with the two Imps violating her ass and pussy. The fourth was underneath, having the time of its life with her b-cup tits. Four more held down her arms and legs, using her hands and feet to satisfy their urges.

When the imps came, a look of relief came over the blonde woman's face, but it was quickly replaced with horror as more Imps took their place. Sarah, amused at her former classmate's distress, signed for the imp about to take her mouth to wait. She kneeled and looked Anne in the eyes. "Sarah?... How?... Please... you've got to help me!" Anne screamed, a brief look of hope appearing in her eyes." Sarah smiled. "And why would I do that? After all, you'll make such a wonderfull breeding **** for my pets after I've absorbed your soul."

Sarah held out her hand towards Anne's face and began chanting. The look on Anne's face changed from hopeful to absolute horror as she felt something being pulled out of her. Tendrils of blue light left the defenseless girl's eyes and flowed into the warlocks palm. Sarah closed her hand for a moment and when she opened it, a purple stone had appeared. She admired it briefly, before putting it in a pouch on her belt, where it joined dozens of others.

Anne's eyes now glowed with a dim green light which kept getting brighter by the second. A change came over her face, a look of delight appearing as she spoke: "Yes! Thank you Sarah! Thank you for taking my soul and making me one of your slaves. It feels so good!" Anne screamed as an unnatural orgasm wrecked her body. The Imps took this as a sign to let go of her arms and legs.

Sarah smiled as she watched Anne turn into an eager participant in her own ****. Sarah's arousal grew. Her pussy grew moist at the sight of the blonde sitting up and taking two Imp-cocks in her hands, while pushing back to the ones in her pussy and ass. "Yes! Give me more! **** me with your demonic dicks!," Anne moaned. "Soil my fertile womb with your seed and turn me into a demonic breeding slut!" The Imps were spurred on by her lustful words. They pumped into her with renewed vigor, igniting the start of another orgasm in the recently converted blonde.

As the intense gangbang neared its next peak, Sarah smiled in satisfaction. Her spellwork ensured that all the women here would soon be heavy with demonic children. Her plan had worked perfectly. Using her knowledge of the twisting nether she had been able to summon powerful demons. Finding **** woman to enslave and impregnate and grow her army in secret. When the time was right, she had launched her attack on Lakeshire. The guards were hopelessly outnumbered and the town was soon engulfed in flames.

Anne screamed with her next orgasm, her contractions stimulating the Imps to release their next load sperm in the quivering girl. Sarah stood up, her face a mix of arousal and determination as she stared at the church of the Light in the center of town. The final barrier in the completion of her ****. Soon, the church and those hiding within would fall to her demonic onslaught. The women turned into more broodmothers for her growing army, their souls adding to her already considerable power. And she was particularly looking forward to ripping the soul out of a certain priestess.