A night of light and dark

Malgor opened the door to his room and gestured for Christina to enter first. Seeing ****, she shyly stepped through the door. She looked around, familiarizing herself with the room she'd sleep in that night. She felt a pang of holy guilt in her stomach. She was a paladin of a sacred order and she was in the heart of evil itself, exactly where the lord of all things vile slept. It felt unnatural for her to be there, much less to share a bed with the dark lord himself, a feeling that was only to grow worse.

Malgor for his part was calculating how to go about the night. He considered Christina and all he knew of her. Strangely enough, as much as he hated the girls for their triumph over him, he could not conjure a great hatred for Christina. She had always been on the sidelines, helping her friends achieve their dreams of defeating him and never following her own goals. She was one of them no doubt, but she had never sworn vengeance like Daelana or embraced a prophecy like Angelica. She was simply there. No great passionate rage surged against her in Malgor's heart. But like all things, he could use this.

Christina closed her eyes and started muttering a prayer. It was all she could do to comfort herself, though the dark recesses of her mind knew full well that no god could hear her in this unholy place.

"Blessings of light be upon me, and protect me in this dark hour," she said, "Guard my mind, my body, and my dignity, that I may not fall to the whims of evil."

"Pray if you wish, girl," said Malgor, "But I doubt you'll need it."

Christina gasped as she heard his voice right before her. She opened her eyes only to see him stand with an elegant posture extending a cup of wine to her. She took the wine, looking to him as if waiting for him to pounce upon her. But he never did. He stood there and smiled a wicked smile. Christina looked down at her drink. She was too scared to disobey the gesture, so she drank from the cup. She braced herself to pass out or succumb to poison, but the wine seemed normal. She stared at Malgor, wondering why she had not yet been ravaged but too fearful to ask directly.

He then calmly walked behind her a wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his larger form. He walked her towards the bed but remained standing. Christina followed, unable to resist his power. He saw the confusion in her eyes and was pleased. He knew very well that she had thought the worst of this night. He could punish her like he did the others, but he felt no reason to. Instead, he thought it'd be better to treat her more gently, to coax her into the night's pleasures. In doing so, she would have an experience of him unlike that of any of the other girls and sow more discord between them when they wondered why she was spared the horrors inflicted on them.

"You seem frightened," he said, "There is no need. Time spent with me is not the nightmare the others make it out to be. I find the thought greatly insulting."

"But... but you're our enemy," she said, steeled by her faith, "You are the great evil. My fears have merit because you wish us to suffer, don't you?"

"Am I your enemy?" I asked, "Or am I Angelica's enemy?"

"What?" she said, "No, the teachings of the light tell us that you are the great enemy of the world, the boundless evil that..."

"But you did not venture forth to defeat me for the light, did you?" said Malgor, "You did it for her."

Christina gulped. "I did it for both."

Malgor leaned close to her and whispered in her ear. "No you didn't."

Christina was shocked and tried to back away from Malgor but ended up bumping into the bed. Flustered and with nowhere to retreat to, she stood there shivering before him. He chuckled and turned around to grab a bowl of fruit that was ever present in his room. He brought it over to Christina.

"Did you get much to eat during the feast?" he asked.

"I wasn't hungry," she said.

"That is no good," said Malgor, "You musn't ignore your body's needs."

She once again cautiously accepted Malgor's offer, plucking a single grape from the bowl and eating it. She almost gasped in surprise as it was the sweetest grape she had ever tasted. She savored it, almost forgetting any fear she had that it could be poisoned. Malgor smiled and placed the bowl on a nearby table before addressing her once again.

"How has that friendship worked out for you?" said Malgor, "You loyally followed Angelica into battle, bled with her, almost died for her, but I'm sure when it was all over she shared the glory with her closest ally. A good little medal for your help."

Christina was silent.

"Well, well, well. You didn't even get that, did you?" said Malgor, "You got nothing for it. She took all the fame and fortune and let you be forgotten!"

"No!" yelled Christina, "I mean... I am a paladin! I am beyond such selfish wants. All I wish is that she is happy."

"Hmm," said Malgor, "That is quite noble indeed. And tell me: do you think she feels the same way for you?"

"Huh?" she said, "Of course! I am her best friend as she is to me!"

"Then tell me, paladin, you saw me humiliate her, correct?" he said, "Why did you not come to her aid? Sure, I would've punished you too. But isn't that what a paladin does? Can't your pure heart take some punishment for a dear friend, a best friend as you put it? Why then, in her darkest hour did you do nothing?"

"I... I..." said Christina.

Her legs trembled and grew weak as she let herself fall into the bed sitting up. She held her hands to her mouth to keep the whimpers from escaping, but she couldn't keep a solitary tear from leaving her eye.

"Fine then," she said, "I did wrong by her. That's what you want me to say, isn't it? You want me to know I deserve to be ravaged by you? That it's my proper punishment for failing her? Then do it!"

Christina looked up at him with tear filled eyes and opened her arms, ready to embrace whatever pain awaited her. She looked away, sure that it was coming. But Malgor did nothing but laugh. Christina looked back to him, confused as to what he wanted.

"My dear little paladin," said Malgor, "That's not what I want at all. I do not wish to hear you say you wronged her. No, I want to hear you say that she wronged you."

"What?" said Christina, "But that is simply not true!"

"Is it?" he said, "And are you certain that she never slighted you? Never insulted you? Never did anything that put you below her?"

Christina froze, refusing to say anything. Malgor knew that she was thinking of their argument that morning, but her heart demanded silence from her. He did not yet wish to reveal what he had seen in his crystal ball, so he concluded he needed to put in some more work to pull the answers he wanted from her throat.

"All your life you did things for others," said Malgor, "But look where we are. Will you risk forgiving the friends who are more than willing to stab you in the back and condemn you to a lifetime of servitude? Will you feel good and pure of heart when Angelica stares down at you and laughs while stepping on your face, happy that your timid nature made you into a **** for her? She will give you no quarter, especially now that she's here. There is no reason not to do the same, not to give her what she deserves."

Christina sniffled, drying the last of her tears.

"That is how you think, is it?" said Christina.

"That is the way the world works," said Malgor, "This world or any other. You cannot rely on those you call friend. Better to cut away those who have no love for you."

Christina met his eyes again. While his words rang true in her heart and she felt shame in seeing that truth in them, she also felt something else. Her paladin's heart felt empathy, something she had always considered her greatest trait. Perhaps it could be used like a weapon on the battlefield that was this bedroom.

"Do you speak from experience?" asked Christina, "You were not always a dark lord, were you?"

Malgor's confident smile lessened.

"That is irrelevant," he said.

"But there was a dark lord before you, the one Athalia served," said Christina, "What was he to you? What were you before him?"

"That's enough," said Malgor.

"Was he the one who tormented you?" she said, "Or was that someone from your life before?"

"I said enough!" he yelled.

His voice changed, amplifying and echoing through the room. It pierced Christina's ears so much she had to cover them. She cowered as the screeching of words sent a chill through her entire being. Malgor himself breathed heavily, having let his emotions get the better of him. He collected himself, realizing that he was ruining his own plans. He once again considered using what feelings he had to his advantage. Christina was a sensitive soul. Despite all he had done, she was inquiring about his past. Perhaps if he inclined just enough, he could encourage her to do the same. He sat down in the bed next to her, putting on the airs of vulnerability.

"Ah, my little paladin," said Malgor, "To think you would care so much for an enemy. Even such a modicum of love I have never felt. It is unlike anything I've ever known."

"Is... is that why you're being so... unlike yourself with me?" said Christina.

"Of course," he said, "I cannot help myself. To think your friends who feel this same love show nothing of what I show you. It's unfathomable."

He began putting his fingers through her hair, stroking her hair affectionately. Christina couldn't help but softly whine at the comfort she was feeling from the arbiter of evil.

"This... is not how I pictured this night going," she said.

"Were you expecting something more like this?" he said.

Malgor lowered his hands to the back of her dress and undid the strings holding it up. Christina was shocked as the front of her dress fell down, revealing her breasts. her face turned red and she quickly moved to cover them with her hands.

"What are you covering?" said Malgor, "You have nothing to hide."

"But this is shameful!" said Christina.

"You are in my domain now," said Malgor, "I'll decide what is shameful."

Malgor got up and pulled Christina off the bed and to her feet. She yelped as she was handled so easily. Malgor pulled down the rest of her dress, letting it fall to her feet and leaving her in nothing put her pink panties. She trembled with embarrassment and Malgor smirked, his lust for the night growing.

"Don't be so scared," said Malgor, "I see the scoreboard too. This won't have been the first time you climaxed. It won't have even been the second."

Christina's eyes went wide, remembering how every shameful thing she did in this place was there for all to see. She felt this exposure even more as Malgor reached down and tore off her panties, making her truly naked. She used an arm to cover her pussy while the other covered her boobs as she looked away with embarrassment.

"I wonder, what did Angelica think of that last orgasm you had?" asked Malgor, "She had hers at the same time, didn't she? Did that bring you closer together? Prove that she valued you as much as you did her? Perhaps I was wrong about her."

Christina whimpered as she was **** to recollect that morning.

"No," said Christina, "She called me a slut. And I deserved it."

"Why?" asked Malgor, "She had as much pleasure as you. Was she a slut?"

"No!" she said, "But we're cursed by that transformation! Her pleasure is my pleasure!"

"So what you're saying is that she sought out the pleasure and you suffered the consequences?" he said, "That makes her more of a slut than you."

"No... but she... she..." she said.

Malgor moved closer to her, pushing his clothed body onto her nude one. She felt the heat rise within her. She felt like she could hide nothing from him in that moment. Not her body and not her deepest thoughts.

"Then again, you did masturbate the day before when she didn't," said Malgor, "Perhaps you are the bigger slut."

"I'm not!" yelled Christina, "That was her! She made me! She just didn't climax so it wasn't shown on the scoreboard! Because of that transformation... she's the one who masturbated and I..."

"You suffered the consequences," said Malgor.

"They all think I'm the slut now," said Christina, "I worked my whole life to be pure and chaste, and it took one day for my friends to think me a whore."

Malgor lifted her bowed head by the chin to face him. She knew she was past the point of no return. In her vulnerability she had said something locked within her heart. But it felt good to release it.

"Who's the real whore?" asked Malgor, "Was it you, who simply took the pleasure she was given without choice?"

"No..." said Christina, "It's Angelica. She's the real slut."

Christina confessed a secret to the master. +5VP

While she would've never dared reveal such things to a friend, revealing it to an enemy was almost relieving. It was fitting in her mind that the lord of darkness was like a great void she could shout her secrets into and that he would catch them in his black embrace, holding them where those she believed she cared for wouldn't find them. She felt many emotions clashing in her head. Pleasure from revealing her feelings but also guilt and pain from it. She had let her deeper desires overcome her staunch will. She thought she deserved punishment, and it was all the worse that Malgor seemed adamant on refusing it to her.

"Yes, she's the real slut," said Malgor, "Always craving attention while you stand in the background, always craving pleasure as you vow for chastity. She whores herself while you are **** to watch all the pleasure you miss out on. But that ends tonight. Tonight, you will feel something that she won't. Tonight you'll have your own pleasure."

Malgor wrapped his fingers around her wrists and lifted her arms, making her expose her naked body to him. She didn't even try to resist. She let the slightest touch from him move her to reveal herself. She blushed hard, but felt the warmth in her cheeks as a pleasure instead of a shame. She truly was feeling something without Angelica. This wasn't her pleasure reflected on her by some curse. This was her own. This was only amplified when Malgor ran his hand down her front. The touch of his fingers on her bare skin were like nothing her chaste flesh had ever felt before. Something gentle and intentional. Something that wanted her.

Christina let her nude body be exposed to the master. +3VP

"You thought Angelica deserved to be stripped, didn't you?" said Malgor, "A slut like her deserves nothing but humiliation."

"Yes..." said Christina, overwhelmed by sensation, "She deserved it..."

"So you see, I shouldn't punish you tonight," said Malgor, "What do you deserve? I should be punishing her instead."

Christina felt another pang of guilt. She agreed with everything he said. She wondered how low she had stooped to condemn her friend like that. Because of that, she still felt like she deserved punishment.

"How should I punish her, you think?" asked Malgor.

Christina broke out of her stupor of turmoil and ecstasy. As the question was asked, dark thoughts manifested in her head and she felt no need to hide them.

"How?" said Christina, "She should be made to repent. She should be shown the folly of her pursuit of pleasure. She should be made naked and ravaged again and again until she understands her own selfishness! She should be humiliated until she admits to all what a slut she is!"

Christina exhaled after her impassioned declaration. Malgor looked at her, a grin on his face.

"Something like this?" he asked.

He suddenly grabbed her by the throat, marched her backwards towards the bed, and threw her onto it. Christina hit the soft mattress with an involuntary moan. She looked to Malgor who was already taking off his shirt and pants. Once he had fully undressed, he climbed into the bed with her. She didn't try to run away.

"And when I've stripped Angelica, do you think I should make her expose her slutty pussy to me before **** it senseless?" said Maglor.

As he said this, Malgor climbed over to Christina, grabbed her legs roughly, and spread them wide, exposing her pussy. She cried out in shame and pleasure as his erect dick inched closer to her open womanhood. But he didn't put it in yet. He patiently waited for the answer he knew he'd get.

"Yes," said Christina, "Yes, you should **** her as punishment so that she knows the consequences of whoring herself out like that!"

Malgor gladly thrust his hips forward, the tip of his cock connecting with her hole before pushing itself past her entrance and burying itself deep into her pussy. She screamed as she was entered for the first time. It felt good and painful in all the ways she thought it would. Malgor began thrusting into her, giving her no mercy as she wanted none. She yelped with every thrust, each one like a penitent strike below her waist.

"And tell me, while I **** her, should I strike her slutty tits like this?" said Malgor.

He raised his hand and swung it across her tits, striking both of them with a mighty slap that caused her to cry out in pain and made them jiggle.

"Yes!" said Christina, "Sluts need pain to understand their errors!"

Christina let the master strike her tits. +5VP

He continued slapping her tits while he sped up his thrusts. She felt completely overwhelmed by his onslaught. She was gaining more punishment than she could've ever have imagined leading up to this night.

"And what should she say to repent?" said Malgor, "What pathetic words should drip out of her whore mouth by the time I'm done with her?"

"I'm sorry for being such a slut!" yelled Christina, "I'm sorry for being such a slut! I deserve this and I'll atone for my ways!"

Malgor had left Christina's breasts burning bright red. She could feel the sting of his palm still on her even after he stopped. He instead used his hand to grab her throat, holding her still as his thrusting reached its apex and his hips struck her thighs with such ferocity that they left bruises. She cried, reveling in the experience of what was meant to be her best friend's punishment.

"You're right," said Malgor, "You're a little slut and you deserve this."

"I'm a little slut and I deserve this," said Christina, "Gods forgive me!"

"You don't need the gods' forgiveness," said Malgor, "Just mine!"

Malgor thrust a few final times before he yelled out in pleasure and came into her pussy. She squealed as she felt his hot seed fill her up. It was the first time she'd ever been taken like that, and the new feelings clouded her mind in a storm of pleasure. She convulsed on the bed until she had reached her limit. Then she collapsed into the mattress, completely and utterly exhausted. Malgor pulled himself out of her, letting his cum ooze out. She shivered on the bed, her eyes fading as sleep clawed at her mind.

Christina took the master's cum in her pussy. +8VP

"I did it," said Christina, "I gave my virginity to our greatest enemy. I willingly did what I thought would be **** on me this night. Gods, there is no punishment that can match my depravity now."

"If there is such a punishment, I'll be the one inflicting it on you," said Malgor, "Same goes for Angelica. I am the arbiter of your penitence now. I will give you everything you need. I will give you the pleasure you crave, and then punish you for craving it. Just as you desire."

"Just as I desire..." said Christina.

Her eyelids grew heavy and shut themselves as the bliss of sleep consumed her. She laid naked on the dark lord's bed who embraced his new toy eagerly as he too fell asleep.