Enter cautiously and quietly

You can't run headlong into this situation, even if your instincts are telling you to do exactly that. You are unarmed and unsure of what is on the other side of that door. You yank the imp down to your face and look at him angrily.

"Keep quiet," you growl, "or I'll squash your head."

"Yes. Quiet good. Very quiet."

Satisfied that you have terrorized the little daemon to silence, you carefully push the door open with your fingertips and creep slowly into the baths. The lights are dim, but you can make out the chamber with its tiled walls and its central mosaic of the fire-wreathed rose that is the symbol of your order. A shallow pool of steamy water fills the central bath. What you see in that bath turns your stomach and surges acid into your throat.

Glenda is on her hands and knees in the water. The slender, green-haired elf is moaning and wiggling her hips from side to side, her bare bottom raised behind her as if to offer it to the daemon sniffing at her hindquarters. The so-called cerberund is the size and roughly the shape of a large dog.

Like all daemons, it is a human soul twisted into this shape by the powers of the abyss. Whoever it once was, now it is an amphibian-skinned, eyeless horror, rippling with unwholesome muscles. Its face is conical and it does not have an obvious mouth, instead having a long tongue that slips between Glenda's trembling thighs and tastes her honeyed slit.

"Goddess," you moan under your breath.

The creature's elephantine snout sniffs at Glenda's ass, pressing against the firm curve of her bottom and inhaling loudly. Something twitches beneath it and your eye is drawn to the cerberund's grotesque cock. Its moist, pink length, reddening at the tip, is covered in a fine tracery of blue capillaries. Drops of clear liquid drizzle from the tip. You perversely want to see it mount the submissive elf, but you know you must intervene.

You creep around the edge of the room, your back against the tiles and your gaze occasionally flicking to the imp dangling quietly from your hand. The ceberund climbs onto Glenda's slender back, hooking its clawed paws around her thighs as it lines its disgusting cock against her entrance. The elf, obviously under the some sort of mind control, cries, "Yessss, fuck me, please!" and grinds her swollen folds against the beast. You must act now to save her from being defiled!

You take two running steps towards the ceberund, silent and swift, when the imp hanging form your grasp lets out a shrill scream. It is so loud it makes you stop and cover your ears with one hand. The imp bites your wrist and you gasp in pain and drop him. He flaps out of your reach, laughing mockingly at you.

"Come and get her, boy." Says the imp.

Your attention returns to the cerberund and you see that it is now facing you. Before you can even react to the new threat, it stretches out its snout at you and lets out a dissonant blurt of noise. You feel a sharp pain in your right breast and look down to see a small dot of blood spreading slightly through the fabric. Your gown is pinned into your flesh by a long, needlelike barb. Before you can even pluck the projectile from your skin, you feel the welling heat of the venom. It is just as potent as the imp's, which itself has not entirely left your system. You drop to your knees and look up at the cerberund. It blurts again and a second barb stabs into your thigh.

The venom is overwhelming. You feel yourself melting into a frenzy of lust, gasping with desire as your nipples stiffen and your pussy floods with juices. The cerberund starts towards you as you begin to touch yourself between your thighs.

Your only hope now, you realize dimly, is that someone will find you and rescue you and Glenda.