Time for a tour?

Well explored foothills and a drink from the stream

"We would very much like that tour, Akarra."

"Excellent." She turns to the dark lord. "If we may?"

The dark lord nods and Akarra begins to walk away. You follow, your squire two steps behind you.

The castle is truly impressive in size. On top of the ramparts there are at least forty skeleton archers, a dozen of which have magic bows. A half dozen empowered undead sword masters guard the draw bridge. Had you been foolish enough to reject your lord's embrace and instead tried to escape, you would have shish-kebab.

The tour continues you see the throne of skulls, and the base for a smaller throne next to it. Yours, once you supply the heads of your enemies. As spectacular as the tour is, you aren't sure if the better view is of the castle or of Akarra's perfect round swaying ass.

As the tour comes to an end, Akarra turns her well endowed front toward you. "Now I have a special surprise. I have a wedding gift for you, and a gift for Yona as well. Follow me to the dungeon."

You walk into an impressively equipped dungeon. Devices for **** line the walls. It's more than a bit dustier and emptier than you had hoped. Still there is an attractive young man struggling in a pair of manacles. He looks surprisingly robust considering his plight. His tight abs glisten with sweat as he tries to extricate well muscled arms from the manacles.

Ankara points at him. "A gift for you to do with as you please, Yona."

Yona hisses a raspy, "Thank you, priestess."

She flies at him, her dress unraveling, black silk rags streaming behind her. He screams. His voice is deep and sexy. As Yona embraces him the black silk strands reform into what looks like rather provocative lingerie. You smile as she sinks her fangs into his neck. You turn back to Akarra once the delightfully sexy screaming stops.

"And my lady, a gift for you. I remembered your interest in how I became a sister of the dark." She points to a black robed woman, hooded and chained. Her heart beats. Your lust for blood begins to rise. "You probably know her. She was from your village. I read her, she was destined to be a great healer."

You look her over. She is a few years older than you. Blonde hair, as yours was, thin, nice petite breasts. "Gwen?"

"Ma...Malena?"

"Yes...its me, Gwen."

"You have to help me escape. There are undead everywhere. I think this is the dark lord's lair."

"Not to worry, I'm here to help."

"Thank the light..."

"Akarra, if you wish to show me, you best get started before I slit this one's throat."

"Malena?" She whimpers.

Akarra smiles. "Of course my lady. Let's change her fate."

Akarra pulls back her arm, then with her shiny pointy black fingernails she shreds Gwen's robes. With care Akarra pushes the rest of Gwen's shredded outfit to the floor. Gwen's complexion is an unhealthy looking tan, with a pair of pitifully small breasts.

"Now for the blessing of the dark sisterhood."

With her sharp fingernail Akarra draws an arcane symbol on Gwen's heart. She screams a pleasant scream. Akarra then pulls her fingernail all the way to Gwen's sex, leaving a bleeding trail. She then mumbles some words and lays her hand upon Gwen's sex. It leaves a black mark. Akarra removes her hood. You lick your lips, her eyes have become dead white.

Gwen screams, "I'm blind." Then just cries.

"She is blessed to become one of us now. The process takes time, but it can be sped up. Again she mumbles in some ancient language. A creature appears in her hand. It shimmers black, purple, and red, sometimes looking solid others times barely there. It is six inches long and has hundreds of legs and a pointy head.

Akarra holds it next to Gwen's belly button. "This is a Cacour demon. They devour the soul." It pushes with it's head into her belly button and begins to burrow. Gwen makes a frightened "oh" sound.

Between Yona's slurping and Gwen's crying you are wet. Your lusts have been denied long enough. Your red dress becomes a tight leather corset, pushing your breasts up. A sleeve becomes a red riding crop. Your boots grow high heels making you tower over Akarra.

"Enough foreplay Akarra." You slap the riding crop against your palm.

Akarra twists and her robe simply falls from her shoulders.

"I see your foothills have been explored before."

She laughs. "Do you like the souvenir shop at the top."

Her nipples are pierced with a pair of black barbells. You slam her body against the wall, hard enough to knock the wind out of her, if she still breathed. You slide a trio of fingers into her sex and twist her nipple piercing. She moans in pleasure.

You push her down. Burying your face in her valley and drinking from her stream. You lick and suck occasionally sliding in a few fingers. Not having to breath makes it so much easier. Akarra is so lost in pleasure she is barely even licking.

From the wall you her a moan. Gwen looks down at you with dead white eyes. "I can see...So beautiful."

Gwen's flesh is now a pleasant pasty gray. Her breasts are much larger and capped with dark nearly black nipples. "Would you like to join us?"

"Yes, oh yes!"

Akarra motions with her hands and Gwen's manacles fall away. She dives into your pussy eagerly if sloppily licking.

Your squire suddenly appears before you, her now finished meal now nothing more than a dessicated corpse.

"May I join the party as well?"

"Of course, Yona."

The four of you end up in daisy chain. Between your riding crop, fingers, and agile tongue you manage to thoroughly dominate the group.

Upon finishing you look upon Akarra and the new sister Gwen.

"Sisters, who do you serve?"

In unison they answer. "We serve the Dark, and we serve you mistress."

"Excellent, and what do you desire most Gwen?"