The Sister is Yours

You rejoin Yona. She looks radiant. Even her flesh looks like that of a youthful living girl. Her black dress swirls about her becoming a tight fitting black evening gown. She is flanked by several pale undead soldiers, all quite attractive.

“The sister of light is holed up in a temple with survivors just ahead. Shall I go kill her, my liege?”

“No, Yona, it’s blessed ground. She’s mine.”

You enter the grounds.

You pause and yell. “Sister, come out and face me or I’ll kill everyone inside.”

You wait, hoping you’ve made your point.

A black cloaked woman with a white headdress pokes her head out. As she gets closer, you see she is a pretty little thing. She is no more than five foot two, skinny, with bright blue eyes. Her hair is hidden, but you suspect it’s blonde from her eyebrows.

“Begone from here, undead.”

You chuckle. “I’m afraid my heart still beats sister. What is your name?”

“My name is Amelia. You lie, now leave or I shall banish you.”

“It’s you sisters who lie. You claim the stone bearer will bring the stone to the druids. But, there is another prophesy. In the prophecy of the dark, the stone bearer brings the stone to the Dark Lord and weds him.”

“Blasphemy!”

You laugh. “Truth. I have the ring to prove it.” You dangle the Dark Lords gift. “Come see for yourself.”

She steps tentatively closer, nearly close enough to grab. You extend your left hand and wiggle your ring finger.

“See, my betrothed is most generous. He let me keep the shining stone.”

“Impossible. No living woman could withstand the dark lords attentions. That cannot be the shining stone.”

You grab her hand. “Look at it closely, Sister Amelia.”

You sense her despair.

“I gifted the shining stone to my master, and he wed me with it. You’ve spread your lies long enough.”

“If that truly is the Shining Stone, simply kill me and be done.”

“Amelia, I have no desire to kill you. I simply wish to open your eyes. Look into the shining stone.”

She glances down and you have her. With inhuman speed you trace a rune upon her forehead.

“What have you done to me?” She cries in horror.

“I simply opened your eyes, Sister.”

You pull her into a kiss. She struggles until her lips meet yours. She is clearly shocked by their warmth. You press your advantage, letting your hands roam her body.

Your red armor becomes lacy lingerie, allowing your breasts to press against her chest. You slit open her robes allowing you access to her sex. You see it is wet and you are pleased by how much your dark powers have grown.

You push her to the ground. She attempts to crab walk away. She is far to slow. You pin her arms to the ground and taste her sweet slit.

She squirms from the intense pleasure and shame of feeling so good. You feel her stop trying to escape and you release her arms.

She moans, the grabs your head and holds it tightly to her pussy. Your tongue dances in her tunnel. She screams the wail of the damned and releases your head.

You kiss up her happy trail to her waist. She grows thinner and begins to display the lush, overripe curves of a Sister of Darkness. You kiss her breasts and they expand to enormous proportions.

Her eyes snap open, milky white.

“I can see.”

“Yes, welcome Sister Amelia.”

She stands up and waves her hand over her robes. They become tight and shiny, the favored robes of the dark sisters.

“Now, Amelia, how do you feel about the sisters of light?”

She scowls. “They are fools who need to be shown the truth or killed.”

“Even your former friends?”

“Them especially. I know their weaknesses and can make them see the truth.”

“Excellent. What of the refugees in the temple?”

“Kill them, expand my flock, my Queen.”

“You may give the order.”

She grins evilly. “Thank you, my Queen. Soldiers, enter the temple and kill them all!”

You smile, such an invitation will empower the undead.

“Sister Amelia, you are free to go. Some of the dead have wounds. And, I know my squire Yona is most eager to enter your temple.”

Your phrasing leaves no doubt about Yona’s interests.

Sister Amelia licks her lips and curtsies deeply. “Thank you, my Queen.”

Now you need to prepare to March with an army...