...and awakens in a dire position.

The first sensation that returned was cold. Terrible, bone-deep cold, a chill that locked her muscles like rusty hinges. Teysa tried to groan and managed only a weak mewl. She **** her eyes open, though that did not appreciably change her view. She was surrounded by darkness so complete that, had she been able to raise her hand in front of her face, she would not have been able to see it. The cold was numbering her senses, but she could tell that she was flat on her back, pressed up against something hard, and naked. Goosebumps rose on her skin.

She lay in darkness and silence for perhaps five minutes before she heard a thin squeak. It was a metal-on-metal sound, the sound of a door sliding open. A faint silvery light descended from above, like moonlight filtering through a thick cloudbank.

She wished it hadn't. The dim glow was just enough to see that she lay on the stone altar at the feet of Cy'shar's hideous statue. The goddess leered down at her with malicious glee dancing in her stone eyes. This close, she could see dark stains on the statue's breasts, hands, lips and thighs. She tried to convince herself that it was a trick of the light.

The cold had not abated, but she was growing used to it, and found that she could move her body a little. She tried to pull her limbs over her body, but they refused to move-- she felt pressure at wrist and ankle. She tilted her neck to look for the source of the light. There, in the ceiling above her, a round hatch had opened, and silvery light streamed through. She could not tell if it was a doorway to another room or merely a covering over some kind of light fixture. As she tried to puzzle it out, something floated between her at the hatch, a shadowy outline given shape by the light. A humanoid form, tiny but unmistakable.

The priestess descended through the air until her head was inches above Teysa's. "Paladin," she said. "You invaded our holy place and profaned it with your light. This will be a pleasure."

Teysa gathered up the strength that remained to her and tried to frame a question. "What... me..." she managed.

"You will serve Cy'shar, of course. The Mother of Monsters has use for your flesh. Rejoice!"

Despair rolled over Teysa in a black tide. "Aliara..." she managed.

"Your companion?" the priestess asked, cocking her head. "She, too, will be blessed. But I wanted to see to you myself. It is a rare honor to consecrate a servant of the Sun." She floated around Teysa in a slow circle. Her hands traced patterns in Teysa's skin, running along her side, down her belly, across her breasts. She pinched one nipple between her fingers with surprising strength. Teysa whimpered at the sudden bloom of pain and the priestess released her. Her small hands stroked Teysa's thigh, then explored her cleft, parting her soft folds. The touch was like ice, but Teysa felt her body reacting anyways. She clenched her teeth and tried to **** down the sensations.

"Yes," cooed the priestess, "you are ready, I think. Anak! Shak-thri!" She began to chant. The syllables scraped at Teysa's ears. They seemed to be invading her brain, like squirming parasites. She screwed her eyes shut and began to recite the Mantra of the Sun in her head, but the terrible syllables invaded there too. They twisted up her thoughts until she realized she was chanting along with the priestess. She tried to stop, but her lips would not obey her; they knew the vile words, even if Teysa didn't, and they mouthed them in perfect harmony.

Something was happening above her. The silvery light flowed and distorted strangely. It swirled like water. If a predator lurked in the shadows of a moonlit forest, and you took away the creature but left the highlights and shadow, the shape of its movement in the air... that was what was coalescing into being in front of Teysa. Whatever it was, she was grateful she could not see it clearly. She got an impression of flailing limbs, sharp claws, and twisted musculature. A blast of hot breath fumed in her nostrils, carrying a **** carrion stink. She gagged and wept. Please, she thought, please, oh Agamor, deliver your faithful servant from this evil...

Silence. Except for the chanting, there was no response.

The thing now looming over her was solid enough to touch, even if its form was still mercifully shrouded in shadow. Teysa felt a tendril run up her side. Another wrapped around her arm. Another laid flat on her forehead. They felt smooth and ice-cold, and where they touched, her skin went numb. Two of them circled around her breasts and squeezed. The soft mounds bulged upward. What felt like tiny teeth closed on her nipples, and pain lanced into both of them. Along with the pain came a burning sensation. Teysa looked down in panic. Her breasts were shrouded in shadow, but she could swear that they were rippling, changing, growing. A wave of nausea overtook her. She could feel her flesh running like candle wax; there was no pain, only a horrid churning sensation.

Something prodded her between the legs. She moaned in horror, but to no avail; slowly but surely it **** its way into the soft furrow of her sex. The invading limb felt bulbous and firm. It slid inside her by a couple of inches, then swelled like a fist clenching. She could feel it pressing against her velvety lips and the sensitive spot just inside. Aliara had loved to tap at that spot with her finger or tongue, making Teysa's toes curl with pleasure. Now the shadowy demon had found it and was pressing on it, and worse, she could feel herself growing wet.

The pressure inside her built. The thing violating her felt like a tentacle with a round tip. It burrowed into her with rippling, muscular motions. She could feel her body stretching around it. Numbness settled in to her loins, but she could still feel a prickle, a tense of tension slowly winding itself tighter. The invading tentacle felt slightly ribbed, and as each new segment slipped into her she shivered with anticipation. Meanwhile, the pain in her breasts had faded to a dull throb. Warmth was spreading through them in waves, pulses that had nothing to do with her heartbeat. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds. She couldn't see them, but she could feel them, and they ached for release.

The intruder currently muscling its way through her passage squirming as though it had a life of its own. She could feel each errant twitch. It **** her channel open as it thrust and explored. The sensations were raw and primal, the most intimate and sacrosanct part of her body **** to yield up its secrets to this servant of darkness. And yet, mixed with the violation, there was a dark joy rising inside her, a pleasure that could only come from complete surrender to her body's basest instincts.

The tentacle paused at her cervix. It prodded the tiny portal twice, gently, as though testing it. Teysa's terror mixed with elation as she felt her defilement reach its crescendo. The priestess's chanting grew louder. Her twisted syllables clanged in Teysa's ears and etched foul runes across her brain. She shuddered as another spasm of nausea clenched her guts, and tears ran down her cheeks. The chant buzzed in her head, not sounds anymore but pure will, distilled into a single command:

Surrender.

Teysa did.

A scream tore its way out of her throat as she felt the tentacle bunch up and batter through to her defenseless womb. It filled her instantly. Her most precious, intimate place, the font of life within her body, yielded up its secrets to the invader. She could feel it pulsing and throbbing inside her like a dark star. The tentacle squeezed along its length and a geyser of icy fluid surged out. In her mind's eye she could see it flooding her uterus, like a river overflowing its banks, its dark water surging past trees and rocks and houses to drown everything in reach. No part of her was left untouched. Her womb expanded as though she was carrying a child. Through tear-stained eyes she saw her stomach begin to rise like bread dough. Dark veins threaded the pale flesh, carrying Cy'shar's poison throughout her body. She could feel it soaking into her, replacing the warm golden light of Agamor with the cold silver glow of the moon. Her defeat was total, but worse than that was the rising tide of lust that threatened to overwhelm her. This was not the comfortable heat that reminded her of Aliara's kisses; it was something alien and electric that crackled and spasmed over her bound limbs. She twitched in her restraints as her mind filled with images of horror and depravity. She saw herself coupling with all manner of malformed beasts, pleasuring them with every part of her body. They suckled at her breasts and slithered free from her gaping quim. In her mind, her belly was great with child, but she knew instinctively that it was the monstrous get of the Goddess.

In her delirium, she writhed across the table, her arms straining towards her needy cleft. She yearned for release, begged for it, and the beast made of moonlight answered her. A thin tentacle extruded from the main mass and wended its way between her livid, puffy nether lips towards her engorged clit. It encircled the little pink bud twice, thrice, then squeezed gently like a boa constrictor. Teysa let out a guttural bellow that echoed off the walls. Again and again the beast squeezed her, building up the stimulation and then slacking off just before she could attain release. She whined and moaned in frustration, reduced to making animal sounds. At last the sensations built up beyond her capacity to withstand them. The darkness pouring into her, the rhythmic squeezing of her tits, the massaging of her clit, it all came together in a whirling storm of pleasure that blasted away the last scraps of her conscious mind. She howled as the orgasm overtook her. Her limbs stiffened and she beat her hands against the table like a frenzied beast.

Her flesh rippled again. It was as though the orgasm had unlocked the final stages of her transformation. Her breasts heaved as they grew. Her nipples erupted, sending thick streams of milk cascading down from their peaks. Her stomach, too, grew until she would have struggled to encircle it with both arms. With a cracking sound, a single curving horn burst forth from her temple, rising up and up like a tree growing in fast motion. Her face retained its former beauty, but her eyes were now the same solid amber as the floating priestess.

The chanting faded. As the last syllable died away, the half-real beast hunched over Teysa dissolved into a thousand tiny points of light and blew away. She was left panting, drained, with the aftershocks of the most explosive orgasm of her life still rippling through her system. Occasionally she would twitch and jerk as though caught in a dream. Her chest rose and fell, the swollen nipples still leaking steady streams of milk. It pooled in the hollow of her neck.

The priestess allowed herself to sink to the ground and slumped against the altar. The ritual had taken a great deal out of her, but she had to bide her strength. She still had another captive to work on. And though this one would be less delicious to corrupt than the paladin, it would be good for her new Devoted to have each other.