Follow Vod

The first thing Vod became aware of was discomfort; he was cold, his head was pounding, his ears were ringing, his cheek stung, and he couldn't move his arms and legs. He soon realized that the reason for this was that he was bound spread-eagled on the ground, completely naked, and thus his discomfort was soon joined by disorientation; he very clearly was not in his chamber in the Temple of Pleasure and Impregnation, where he had spent his whole life. Almost immediately, he realized that of course he wasn't; he'd left the temple to be with the women he'd loved, the adventuring party known as the Sisterhood of the Scarlet Swan. But that didn't explain why he was tied to the ground.

Any further musings were silenced when a woman clad from head to toe in form-fitting snow-white leather stepped into his line of sight. Her body was perfection; tall and muscular, yet curved in all the right places. Her face was divine, ruby lips and sapphire eyes set among fine-boned features framed by chocolate curls. Great wings grew from her back, the feathers gleaming as if made from silver fire, while a halo of golden radiance blazed above her head.

Though she was the first of her kind he had ever encountered, he instantly recognized this particular species of female; an Angel, the race created by the god of Justice. She was also the single most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, yet there was something threatening about her expression and posture, rendering her more intimidating than desirable.

Vod opened his mouth to speak, but before he could utter a single syllable, she struck him with great ****. He suddenly realized that such a slap was source of his earlier discomfort, and that he had seen her before. She had been the leader of another adventuring party he and the Sisterhood had encountered last night. As politeness demanded, they had made camp together, sharing food and sex. The angel and her followers must have taken him as he slept and crept away in the night!

She slapped him a third. time. "Pay attention when I'm speaking," she demanded, in a voice of such musical beauty that even these harsh words sounded like a song. "I am Dominael. You have sinned by leaving your temple; as punishment, you shall be my ****."

Vod once again began to speak, protesting this ludicrous statement, and for his troubles got slapped again. She whistled, and another woman came into view. Her skin was crimson, her feet were cloven hooves; ebon horns rose from her golden mane, sharp talons tipped her delicate fingers, and a pointed tail grew from above her rounded buttocks. Vod recognized this species as well; a Devil, created by the god of Corruption.

The devil's body was voluptuous, her face sultry. Manacles bound her wrists and ankles, connected by golden chains too long to restrict her movement and so delicate that she clearly wore them by choice. Around her neck was a leather collar, like a dog's, from which dangled a leash. She crawled on all fours, her aspect one of complete subservience. Though her black eyes burned like hot coals, her expression nonetheless bore a resemblance to an eager puppy. No, not a puppy; a whipped cur, so used to beatings that it mistook them for love. Vod shuddered at the tortures Dominael must have inflicted upon the prideful devil to bring her to this state.

"Get him ready for me, Vraxa," Dominael commanded. The devil moved suddenly, taking Vod's manhood into her mouth. She began to suck with exquisite skill; though her fangs were long and razor-sharp, he felt only soft lips and wet tongue. Under his ministrations, he began to harden...at which point Dominael grabbed Vraxa's leash and pulled her off. She uttered a few syllables, and her clothes dissolved into mist. She then waved her hand, and Vod's bindings fell away. Before he could take advantage of this, she straddled him, her pussy sliding down upon his cock.

Despite his anger and his fear, instinct took over; compelled by years of training, Vod sought to maximize Dominael's pleasure, bringing her to orgasm once, twice, thrice. Then she rose up, though he remained hard. She gestured again, and a collar and leash like Vraxa's encircled his neck. She dragged him to his feet, speaking a Word that caused ropes to likewise materialize out of the ether, then bind his hands behind his back of their own accord.

He took in his surroundings. Three more women stood around them. One was a six-armed, snake-tailed Naga, wearing a sarong and a vest that flattered her lithe but busty figure. Another was a petite Halfling, clad in the scarlet silks of a prostitute. She clung to the final woman, a strapping Yeti wearing only her own pelt, who held the halfling protectively.