Gag her and wake her.

"Anja, when I say, I want you to wake her up," you instruct, grabbing some cord and cloth and fashioning a gag as you do. You don't want to risk her delivering an incantation, but you also just like the idea of stripping her of her ability to speak.

"Yes, Master," Anja purrs, her true form on full display as her tail coils about her chosen girl's thigh, while her hands tightly claw and crush at her breasts. She's not paying full attention to it though, her eyes fixed on you as you line your cock up with your elf's wet slit. You rather enjoy the way her eyes have turned wide and eager, but Anja isn't the target of your lust right now.

"Wake her."

Anja utters a word... or words, in a tongue you cannot comprehend and he body in you grasp stirs, then jolts as the mind comes away and is overwhelmed by the body's arousal. Her amber eyes snap open, her head whips around in confusion, and before any understanding can set in you grip her hips tight and thrust deep. She's tight, hot, and you feel a satisfying rip of sacrificial flesh as her hymen gives way. Are all these acolytes just virgin school girls?

But the best part is her reaction. Her spine arches, lifting her chest off the floor and thrusting those magnficent dark breasts into the air as her head writhes on the ground. You can't help yourself, release one hand from her hip and swing out at her tits and slap her hard across them. She jerks, her tight walls clamping down on you as you strike her. You lean forward, siezing one of her breasts and squeeze hard, she moans through the gag as you revel in her yielding body, pushing her down and pushing yourself in deeper as you get into a rythem. Eyes filled with terror and lust look up at you, and you wonder if she sees you as a god or devil right now.