Later that night...

Later that night, Eritha entered the room where Shairi lay. The half-elf didn’t snore, but her gentle breath had the rhythm of a sleeper. Eritha had abandoned her high-necked peasant garb. She now wore a luxurious robe of dark-red velvet. It hung open, showing her full breasts and her dark-furred pussy. In one hand she held a glass of wine, in the other a jewelled knife.

Swiftly and surely, she cut away Shairi’s borrowed dress, exposing her naked flesh. She licked her lips. Shairi didn’t stir. Eritha was not surprised – after all, that’s what the sleeping draught in the wine had been for.

“Oh, you are gorgeous,” she whispered. “I’m so glad you escaped. It’d be a crime for such a delightful creature to become an orc cum dump.” Her wicked grin widened. “And how wonderfully fortuitous you found your way here, to me.”

She stroked her hand across Shairi’s breast, feeling the nipple harden. “Such lovely skin. It’ll be a shame to cut it.”

Her hand slipped between Shairi’s thighs, her finger probing the helpless girl’s pussy. “Mm… and you really are a virgin. Marvelous. What can the boys you grew up with have been thinking of, to leave a beauty like you untouched? Still, their loss is my gain. And your virginity makes you the ideal sacrifice. I’m sure my master will enjoy **** it away. After I’m done with you, of course.”

She raised her voice, chanting. She raised her knife, too. “Lord Mahadrak, Duke of Hell, Master of Darkness and Lust and Pain, accept this unwilling convert! I carve your mark over her heart, that she be bound to obey, thine will and mine, for all eternity!”