The Beast of Zporaflor

Bound to the beast, you can't help but turn your attention back to the demonic creature on the desk. The writhing of its tentacles has practically stopped as they now slowly feel around on the table as if searching for something. You can feel the presence of the beast beyond merely seeing it with your eyes. You could feel its need for more, a hunger for depravity. "Soon, my pet." You whisper to yourself.

The platinum blond Filistria lazily strides to the other side of the table, still clad in only her sweat-drenched top. Her gaze focusing on you. "You are to travel to the lands west of the capital. There you will find a farming community called Gramsby, where most of the region's food supply is grown. There are many forests in the area and, below ground, the capital's sewer system extends to some of the larger farms." The woman now smirks at you while her eyes still pierce your own. "You are to find yourself a lair to build our new cult. Convert the residents to Grevakhnu's cause or sacrifice them to her glory." Filistria's smirk has grown to a wicked grin. "The beast of Zporaflor will aid you. Feed it and your power will grow with it." Her attention now turns to the fungal demon on her desk. Filistria extends her hand still covered in your cum to the beast. Its tentacles reach for her instantly and begin to feed on your seed. "You are linked with it now and thus the power of Zporaflor, let her guide you. But know that she is weakened in the light of day." As the beast finishes feeding, Filistria stands and struts to a cabinet in the corner of her room. You watch as her firm ass sways from side to side, still nude from your ritual. She opens the dark wooden doors and retrieves a large black metal canister in the shape of a hexagon, it's sides adorned with abyssal sigils. A lid is clasped tightly to the top sealing it shut. "If you must transport the beast during the day, use this for now." Filistria places the canister on her desk adjacent to the beast before loosening the clasps and removing the lid. Inside it is lined with smooth black stone, surely onyx. Judging by its construction, the canister must weigh a considerable amount but Filistria seemed to move it almost effortlessly. "Mirzav has foreseen a great darkness coming to Gramsby. We are placing a lot of faith in you to be the bringer of this darkness. Now go and may Grevakhnu guide you."

"Yes, my lady." You answer with a slight bow. Reaching for your beast, it's tentacles find you easily as it crawls into your hands. It feels leathery but supple with slight moisture to its surface. Placing it within the demonic canister, you seal the lid and make your way to the door. Despite its appearance, the canister feels lighter than air. Surely demonic magic at work.