It changes, but no better

This time, you are less surprised when the window shifts. Gone is the bright of the midday sun and the golden pyramid with its demonic sacrifice; now the window is looking at a late afternoon scene of a small walled compound sitting at the top of a grassy hill.

Two tall figures wearing gleaming armor of overlapping scales stride boldly up a set of marble steps, contemptuously slapping arrows out of the air with oddly hooked swords as they approach the reinforced gates of the small fortified position. It does not surprise you at all when one of the armored warriors turns back to face you and you realize the figure in the scaled armor is a demon. His yellow eyes and thin slit nose so like the tall brawn-haired demon that had attacked Cassia that both of you gasp in surprise and alarm.

After the initial surprise, you you sense more than see Cassia let out a sigh of relief. Watching these demons storming the keep is far easier than seeing the climax of the horrific sacrifice from the previous view. You wonder again at how this magical window works, clearly what you are watching cannot be real, but - action in the window cuts short your thoughts. Even though the pair of raiders were clearly master warriors you doubted their ability to take out an entire well defensed enclave, but apparently this pair were not as stymied by the tall walls and heavy gates as you had expected.

The shorter of the two demons sheaths his sword and places both his hands on the heavy cross timbers of the great gates as though he plans to push the massive doors open, but in less time than if takes to take a deep breath the wooden gates burst into flames and fall in smoldering embers at his feet. The pair of demons burst through the shattered gates and a scene of slaughter follows as over a dozen desperate defenders were cut down by the skilled fighters in a remarkable display of flamboyant swordsmanship.

The demons appear to have interrupted a celebration of some kind, the buildings are decorated with hangings and the people fleeing in panic are all bejeweled and dressed in finery. The panicked voices of the men scrambling to defend their keep from the attackers sound familiar, but the words are difficult to understand. There is also something odd about the clothing and weapons of the defenders. The men look like figures you've seen only on the oldest murals, no-one wears sandals like that any more than they use those short bronze swords and scalloped shields. Not that their clothing or weaponry makes any difference to the long-limbed demons whose hooked swords slice through even shields and armored limbs like cheese.

When the last of the men defending the small walled keep falls, the two demonic raiders burst through the final barricaded door and find a small group of celebrants cowering before them. Not one of the elderly men and women are spared, they are killed without mercy by the raiders, but four young women with flowers braided into their dark hair are left unharmed. These young maidens are lovely, formally dressed in old-style robes of sheer fabric that seems to cling to their curves accentuating the lovely figures of the trembling beauties. As far as you can tell, the celebration interrupted by the demons was a wedding and the four captives are the bride and her three bridesmaids

"Oh those poor things." Breathes Cassia softly in your ear. So engrossed by the drama you were watching through the magical window, you had forgotten the lovely companion sitting behind you on the love seat, but now you are acutely of her petite body and how her arm presses against yours as she watches the foursome in horror. The quartet of captives and likely other young women as well, must have been the target of this raid, because the swordsmen ignore the jewelry and other obvious plunder, dragging the dazed women to their feet and leading outside. The lovely young women are stripped of their clothes and the wrists of the sobbing girls are fastened in irons and collars are fastened around their necks.

Any doubt you may have had about the fate of these young maidens is laid to rest as the demons proceed to grope the firm flesh of their prizes with obvious delight.

To your surprise you find you can begin to understand a little of what the captives are saying. Their accents are odd, and the words and grammar used is as outdated as the clothing and armor of the men defending the small keep, but all the same, the desperate pleas of the young bride as her gown is sliced from her body are too understandable. Once her lovely body is completely nude, one of the demons holds her from behind cupping her breasts pinching and twisting the swollen nipples between his elongated fingers.

The other slaps at the maiden's soft thighs until she reluctantly spreads her legs all the while begging for mercy. You know you should feel outrage at the way the demon uses his fingers to explore the exposed delicate pink flesh, but instead when he gracefully tastes the tip of his finger you find your mouth watering. Once again, your cock is stiff and throbbing, it embarrasses you to even admit it, but there is something darkly stimulating about watching the demon fingering his naked captive's slit. At your side Cassia shifts uneasily and you hope she has not noticed your erection.

After shifting away from the scene of ritual deflowering on the high pyramid alter, you had thought that your sexual desires were under control, but the sight of those demons abusing the pleading bride and her beautiful bridesmaids has you fully erect again.

"Lord of Light," Cassia's gasp finally pulls your attention from the enchanted window "give me strength." To your surprise you see Cassia's hand is working its way into the quilted leggings. As she watches the demon in the window return his hand to the naked girl's sex, her own fingers find her own. It is not just you that is feeling the sexual power of this room, Cassia is as aroused as you.