You hear a voice in your head

"Awake, ****."

Your eyes shoot open as a booming voice resounds all around you. You are in the same bed as before, though instead of the waning sunset, you see streams of the early morning filtering in.

"Arise, ****."

You quickly sit up in the bed, and the first thing you notice is that you have been sleeping all night in the crusty, dried remnants of your marathon of fucking yesterday. Thinking back to that sends a flood of heat and fluids to your cunt and you instinctively begin fingering yourself.

"A **** only has pleasure with her master's permission." The voice in your head turns stern. The mere thought of displeasing your master horrifies you, and you immediately move your hands away. You finally have a moment to look around at your surroundings - you are still in the War Mother's chambers, and your master's corrupted sword is laying next to you. As you look to the rest of the room, what you see surprises you. Five of your former sisters are obediently seated on the floor around the bed. The look in their eyes is blank, as if they are in a trance. Each of them has both nipples pierced, with a gold ring looped on each nipple, connected by a gold chain. Attached to this is a length of gold chain that trails down and wraps around their wrists, held obediently in their laps. A twinge of jealousy rises inside you. You were such a perfect ****, why did your master need others? You did not need these restraints to mark your servitude.

Your master's words immediately quell these feelings, however. "Worry not, ****. These are mere vessels to feed my growth in this world. They have no will of their own and will only respond to commands." Immediately your mind is filled with images of your master sitting on an unholy throne with five gold chains in his hand, ordering each of these former sisters to fuck him one after the other. Simply imagining your master's marvelous cock fills you with lust again, though you resist fulfilling your desires, keeping your hands at your sides. Your obedience is perhaps rewarded with a continuation of the mental image, expanding to see your marvelous, naked body standing at your master's right hand, with your entire torso covered in daemonic runes, all spiraling outward from the large pentagram on your belly.

This sets you over the edge even without direct physical stimulation, making you soak the bedsheets again. This time as your hips rub into the sheets, you feel a new sensation on your belly. You look down as you notice a faint glow coming from the tattoo over your womb. With this, it all finally comes together for you. The reason your master isn't here with you is because his plan worked - he is growing inside you. "Yes, ****, you are special, indeed," Your master confirms. "And to grow properly I must feed." You instinctively know he is not speaking of food. Daemons feed on sexual energy, and feeding a daemon lord would demand vast amounts of it. "Now come, ****, it is time to command my armies." With this command, you get up from the bed and pick up the corrupted sword next to you.

As you step toward the doorway, you turn to your master's captives and command them. "Follow, slaves." When you speak, your own voice is dwarfed by the deep bellowing of your master. Your chest swells with pride, jutting your breasts out and causing your erect nipples to bounce slightly. You are your master's voice now, and the harem following you projects your master's power.