Something about wards?

"What are you talking about, my lovely?" You lick your lips as you run a fingertip through the valley of her upturned tits along her flat abdomen towards the tuft of yellow hair below. Even though you had just filled this perfect womanly body, you think you might be ready for a second round maybe this time with her on her belly as you plow into her from behind. You have the satisfaction of seeing this serene priestess shudder in spite of her efforts to remain aloof; this golden-haired priestess is, perhaps for the very first time, being **** to come to grips with the undeniable fact that she is a woman - a stunningly beautiful one at that.

"The wards. Captain." Her blue eyes meet yours steadily even as you cup her sex in your hand and curl your fingers upward into the folds of her still sore vagina. "Whatever happens to us here in the Temple, could never be anywhere close to the horrors that this broken city will face if the Demons from the catacombs have their way." The cackle of glee from the mad-woman at your feet momentarily spares the golden priestess the indignity of your probing fingers.

"It's too late anyways, Spawn of Helios." The High Priestess' beautiful face twists into a triumphant sneer and her eyes gleam with a frightening energy that makes her impossible to ignore.

"You and your United Armies think you'll take this city but come midnight tonight you'll see who the true Masters of this land are."

"What have you done, Althea?" The cool blue eyes of the recently-fucked priestess search the face of the woman chortling at your feet. "Please, your Holiness, it is not too late to right this wrong. Come back to us, and our Holy Goddess!"

"Fuck-you!" The High Priestess snarls almost like a feral dog, "and Fuck Athena too!" There is a collective gasp from the men and woman assembled in the sanctuary; your men are stunned by the High Priestess' disdain, but to the clerics and acolytes of the fallen Temple her words are blasphemy. "I'm not your Sister, Edlynn. You've always envied, doubted, and even hated me. I've seen your apprehensive glances; I've heard the murmurs of discontent. Well now it doesn't matter any longer, Athena the Wise has been played like a naïve acolyte - nothing can stop them. It's too late!"

The High Priestess slaps you on your leg and points at the blonde priestess woman with a crooked grin on her face. "Was she good, boy? I've been wanting to hear Edlynn squeal as a cock plows her holy passage for almost twenty years now." The look on the High Priestess's face reminds you of the masks worn by the wicked villains of travelling troops of players; it is as close to pure evil as you have ever encountered. "Once you got going the little slut was getting into it, I could tell. Do you think you knocked up that pure untouched womb?" Beside you the slender blonde priestess looks at you in horror. Not at the thought that you may have impregnated her, but at something far more terifying.

"Please," she begs and you wonder at her sudden loss of composure, "**** me again if it pleases you. Plant your seed in my despoiled belly." She glances back to where the three acolytes are huddled together. "Deflower each and every one of us if you must, but I beg you: let me check the wards before it is too late!"