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You guide the horse to follow the road out of the village and gallop out of there. You don’t look back, fearing that if you do, you’ll see some people, villagers or pirates, following you.

Only when you’re so far you aren’t be able to see the village any more, do you look back. Nobody is coming after you.
You sigh and face forward again. Still, you cannot afford to travel slowly.

Having these pirates bring you here might have shaved quite a bit off your journey, but white rock abbey is still under attack. You wonder if Ivona has been able to keep away from the daemons. Maybe she found war mother Gisella. No, the war mother was wounded, she wouldn’t be able to protect Ivona for long. Perhaps sister Gabrielle found her. Then she’ll be safe.
Then there was Sister Olivia. A friendly girl who would sing in the abbey’s choir during prayer. You hope she got out before any of the daemons got to her.
There was also Anya. Poor Anya, she was only a recent addition to the sisterhood. This innocent girl probably wouldn’t know a daemon when she stood face to face with one of them.

Suddenly you imagined sister Anya completely naked and trapped in a giant spider web. A spider daemon came up to the girl and started to have his way with her. No, you shouldn’t think something like this, think of something else.
Your thoughts go to sister Olivia. She is naked as well and is being mounted from behind by a frog daemon.
“Dammit Sabine.” You say to yourself. “Think of something else.”
Now you imagine sister Glenda. A green haired elf who had come from far away to worship the Burning Rose. In your mind, she had a controller daemon stuck to her back and it’s long tail had found its way into her pussy.
Maybe you should think of a strong sister who could fight off the daemons. But when you think of sister Gabrielle, you imagined her in the embrace of a succubus. Both of them naked and Gabrielle’s ebony breasts pressed tightly against the succubus’s purple bosom.
You tried your best not to think of your best friend, Ivona. Despite your best attempts, you imagine her riding the cock of a hunter daemon.
You know all of these are just imaginations of your wicked mind. But deep inside, you fear that this might in fact be happening if you don’t get the army of Gerlangen to come to white cliff abbey in time. If it isn’t happening already.

Then your wicked mind adds a twist to these perverted thoughts and gives your mental image of Ivona a pregnant belly. You closed your eyes and shook your head. Ivona was your lover, not anybody else’s. If you had the ability to make a woman pregnant, then it is your child Ivona should be pregnant with.
Then you imagine Glenda as a pregnant elf. The controller daemon on her has its tail wrapped around her belly, proud of the work it did on the girl.
Next your thoughts bring you to Olivia. You imagine her belly so round with daemon spawn, she has to spread her legs. Behind Olivia sits a large frog daemon . He reaches around her with his amphibian hand and spreads her pussy. You notice Olivia grunt and see a small dozen frog eggs get pushed out of her pussy.

You shake your head again and make a prayer to the Burning Rose.
“Virgin of virgins, ward my mind and make my thoughts pure.”
It is a short prayer, but its power lay in its repetition. You pronounced the prayer a second time, and a third, and a fourth. Slowly but surely, the depraved thought left your mind. The seventh time you spoke the prayer, your mind was clean again and you could open your eyes.