She conserves her strength, taking cover in the houses.

I won't win a battle of attrition, but I can't waste my strength getting to him.

Alva ran forward, dodging the first tendril that struck; it shot from above and struck the ground with earth-shattering ****. The second and the third came from different angles but matched the first for ****. Alva leapt through a window and came face to face with a corrupted.

Alva ducked under reaching arms and struck with her scabbard, feeling ribs crack under the ****. The corrupted let out a pleasured moan and shoved her tits into Alva's face. The growth on their shoulder pulsed and expelled a cloud of miasma, thicker and darker than the ambient mist.

Alva danced away, and felt a chill run up her spine. She threw herself to the side as a tendril crashed through the wall and showered her with splinters. She rolled to her feet and leapt from the building, vaulting over the next tendrils to attack. With every passing moment more of them gathered, and Alva started using her sword to deflect those she couldn't dodge.

She threw herself into the inn, her armor blackened in several spots and crushed in a few others. She pulled off a spaulder, the dents were impeding her arm, and took a breath. The miasma was starting to effect her in a small way, and the armor was beginning to feel tight. She considered another use of Sanctuary, but that would just be delaying the inevitable.

Alva counted the seconds, but no tendrils came.

"Well, ain't that rude." A husky voice came from outside the inn. "Entering someone's house when they ain't home."

"Not a good look at all." The second voice was higher, sweet. She moaned. "Won't you come out and play, stranger?"

Alva ignored them and cast an eye about the inside of the inn. There didn't seem to be another exit on the first floor, so Alva leapt to the second floor and ran towards a window. She crashed through and caught sight of Vhalnich, a giant form sitting on a black throne.

Then a wall of Tendrils came down like a bolt of lightning, and knocked Alva from the air. The tendrils spiraled out and made a smaller shroud around the inn. Alva hit the ground hard, gasping out as something in her body broke. Her eyes went blank from the pain, and the only sound she heard was Absolution sinking into the earth.

Alva had used a lot of magic, and her healing had slowed. She heard footfalls, and felt something pin her to the ground. Nadia and Vivi each lay next to her, pinning an arm under each of their bodies. Nadia wore a long dress that exposed her nipples and most of her rich brown skin; it might be more accurate to call her dress a strip of cloth that wrapped around her shoulders and her waist. Vivi wore a bustier that raised her breasts and a waistcloth, with deep sigils carved into her skin.

The second brand on Alva's back began to shine and she **** out the words, "I have fought-"

Her words, her oath, were smothered by Nadia's lips. Alva felt corruption pouring into her as Nadia's tongue danced around hers. Vivi rand her hand down Alva's chestplate, her fingers slowly darkening the metal. After a few moments, half-a-minute, the blackened armor turned to sludge under Vivi's touch.

Nadia lifted her mouth from Alva's and started tracking kisses down her throat. Alva tried to speak again, but Vivi took her mouth instead. Nadia kissed Alva's collarbone and dragged her tongue down to her nipple. She trailed her tongue in circles around the pale pinkness, shifting around for a better angle. Alva moaned and rubbed her legs together as her spine knit itself together. Vivi pulled back and struck her fingers into Alva's mouth, at the same time she reached over to strip Alva's fauld.

Alva tried to speak around the fingers, but Vivi trapped her tongue and smiled, "Naughty girl. Lay back, enjoy it."

Nadia trapped a nipple with her teeth and pulled gently before releasing it with a 'pop'. She kissed a path down to Alva's cunt and played with the patch of red hair that decorated her mound. "Such a lovely color. Master will love it."

Vivi fondled Alva's chest while Nadia licked and lapped at her clit. Every time Alva tried to speak her words were smothered or trailed off into a squeal. Alva lost count of how many times she came under the Chosen's ministration, but each time she told herself, a chance will come. I just have to wait for my moment.

Nadia came up from Alva's pussy, a red hair stuck to her lips, and she took a moment to suck Vivi's nipple and give her a kiss. Then the two of them descended, wearing identical smiles, and placed their lips next to Alva's ears. Black tendrils poured from their mouths and dove into Alva's mind, leaving her changed and insensate.

When Alva's eyes flickered open, she gave her pussy a rub and looked at her fellow Chosen. "Bring me to the master, I need him inside me."