It wants what is dead to be reborn

Jollus took the bound and gagged battle sister down the murky waters of the swamp to his hidden swamp cabin. He spent most of the trip nervous that the sister would somehow wake and start mucking a ruckus or one of her fellow sisters would start wondering where their younger sister had gotten too.

Though it seemed luck was on his side as the sister didn't wake and none of the patrolling sisters came near where he was taking his canoe. Eventually making himself scarce in his hidden cabin that was made into a half-sunken tree. He tied his canoe to his small dock and carried his **** prisoner up the steps, which caused them to ground audibly from the strain of having to bear their combined weight.

Once he made it through his doorway, he paid her down on his dinner table and looked tooled to his idol. Though that was a bit difficult to task as his sight was mostly of varying shades of red, which he figured out was how hot things were, and well, an idol made out of scales and lizard skulls wasn't the warmest thing, but he managed to find it and stared at the idol, hoping it would give him the answer as to why he needed to take her alive.

To be honest, Jollus thought he was going to lead a personal crusade against the sisters in the world who had been taught the ways of mad zealotry by the deceiver, and the blessing by his idol by the forgotten, who were called the corrupters, seemed to indicate that was the case as it made it easier for him to ambush them in the dark. But the idol had him stay his hand at the first one he was going to kill and bring her back, which has left him confused about what exactly the spirits of those called corrupters wanted and how his recent captive fit in with their plans.

Jollus stared into the idol, hoping for some answer or a sign from it. Instead, he gets another blessing, instead of feeling agony in his eyes like before it was in his groin. As such, Jollus quickly found himself on the ground in a ball, silently screaming as it seemed his dick was skinned. Eventually the pain lessened, and he could breathe again, not having his breath stolen from him by the sheer agony he was in.

As he began to pick himself off the floor, wondering why he had been to feel such agony, the voices of idol spoke to him. "Now is the time you have the tool needed, and she is ripe." The voice of the idol said once again, sounding like thousands of rasping voices speaking at once. Jollus wondered exactly what the voice meant by tool and pulled his pants forward and looked down and saw what the idol meant.

Jollus's cock had been changed by the idol; it had not only extended by several inches, making it rather obscene by any human standard, but it now also supported several green scales going up and down the side. "I guess the idol wants me to use this on her." Jollus said in a deadpan voice, not really sure what to make of this situation but willing to do what needed to be done.

So he made his way over to the **** battle sister that he had laid down on his dining table. He then maneuvered her so instead of laying face up fully on the table, she was now bent over half in the table, but with her ass hanging out. Jollus was surprised that she was still **** considering how uncomfortable she probably was in the new position, especially as he had left her bound with the fish net.

So with the sister in the position, he pulled down her leather armor pants and gray unflattering underwear. Jollus was then taking a moment to enjoy the sisters rather nice and curvaceous asses. No dought was created from her rather demanding workout to be able to use her chainsword to its fullest potential. As he did admire the girls rear, the idol began to glow a murky green, and Jollus found himself field with the urge to fuck the woman and bend over the table.

He quickly tore the sisters pennies off with his hands and thrust in with our warning. The sister let out a startled scream as she was awoken by having her hymen pierced by Jollus strange-scaled penies. She looked around the room, trying to figure out where she was and what exactly was going on. Jollus didn't care, lost in his animal frenzy caused by the idol he thrust again and again into her.

Causing her to let out groans and moans as she tried to break her binding so she could attack her **** but found her strength taken from her with each thrust. Eventually, to her horror, Agnissa found the pain lessening, and it started to turn to pleasure. Knowing that damnation waited for her if she allowed this to continue, she doubled her efforts to escape the binding of the rather tough fish net that was wrapped around her tightly.

But sadly she was weak both in body and in spirit, and she did not escape her captor in time, and so Agnissa found heresy leaving her lips as she let out a moan through her gag as both Jollus and her came. Agnissa then found her belly swelling as if she were pregnant as her **** filled her with a seemingly endless supply of cum.

Jollus found himself laying against the back of his captor sister as his cum filled her spurt after spurt. Honestly, as hit continued to go in and he continued to feel the pulsing in his cock that made it seem more like he was pissing than he was coughing, he was beginning to wonder if he would ever stop. Luckily he did, though the sister now looked clearly several months pregnant, and her armor now clearly clung to her.

The idol began speaking to him again as he was trying to make sense of why she needed to be bloated up like a balloon with his cum. Though this time it didn't speak to him so much in words as it did images. These images showed that the sister before him would lay eggs and how he needed to be ready for them. He immediately got to work, as he could see a path to redemption before him, and Jollus would not miss this chance.