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You had almost forgotten the polished black rod held in your hand with the brass rings that started the dramatic sequence in the window but in an effort to keep from taking Cassia in your arms and ripping open her top you twist another of the rings. It doesn't help. The panicked protests of the bound sacrifice suddenly fills the room, the squeals of the naked girl are only partially masked by the chanting of the demons who are also two or three times louder than before. The clamoring diminishes as you turn the brass ring back the other way and try again. Thankfully you are able to twist one of the other rings before the demon priest completes his savage sacrifice. After a moment of shimmering blackness, a new vision comes into focus.

Two tall figures wearing gleaming armor of overlapping scales stride boldly up a set of sunlit steps contemptuously slapping arrows out of the air with their oddly hooked swords as they approach the reinforced gates of a small fortified position. It is only when one of the armored warriors turns back to face you that you realize the figure in the scaled armor is a demon. His yellow eyes and thin slit nose so like the tall brawn-haired demon that had attacked Cassia that both of you gasp in surprise and alarm. One of the two demons sheaths his sword and places both his hands on the heavy cross timbers of the great gates as though he plans to push the massive doors open, but in less time than if takes to take a deep breath the wooden gates burst into flames and fall in smoldering embers at his feet. The pair of demons burst through the shattered gates and a scene of slaughter follows as over a dozen **** defenders were cut down by the skilled fighters in a remarkable display of flamboyant swordsmanship.

The demons appear to have interrupted a celebration of some kind, the buildings are decorated with hangings and the people fleeing in panic are all bejeweled and dressed in finery. The panicked voices of the men scrambling to defend their keep from the attackers sound familiar, but the words are impossible to understand. There is also something odd about the clothing and weapons of the defenders. The men look like figures you've seen only on the oldest murals, no-one wears sandals like that any more than they use those short bronze swords and scalloped shields. Not that their clothing or weaponry makes any difference to the long-limbed demons whose hooked swords slice through even shields and armored limbs like cheese.

When the last of the men defending the small walled keep falls, the two demonic raiders burst through the final barricaded door and find a small group of celebrants cowering before them. Not one of the elderly men and women are spared, they are killed without mercy by the raiders, but four young women with flowers braided into their dark hair are left unharmed. These young maidens are lovely, formally dressed in old-style robes of sheer fabric that seems to cling to their curves accentuating the lovely figures of the trembling beauties. As far as you can tell, the celebration interrupted by the demons was a wedding and the four captives appeare to be a bride and her three bridesmaids

"Oh those poor things." Breathes Cassia softly in your ear. You hadn't even noticed her join you on the love seat, so engrossed by the drama you were watching through the magical window, but now you are acutely of her petite body and how her arm presses against yours as she watches the bloodshed in horror. The quartet of captives must have been the target of this raid, because the swordsmen ignore the jewelry and other obvious plunder, dragging the stunned women to their feet and leading outside. The wrists of the sobbing girls are bound tightly behind their backs and any doubt you may have had about the fate of these young maidens is laid to rest as the demons proceed to grope the pale flesh of their prizes with obvious delight.

To your surprise you find you can begin to understand a little of what the four captives are saying. Their accents are odd and the words and grammar used is as outdated as the clothing and armor of the men defending the small keep, but all the same, the **** pleas of the young bride as her gown is sliced from her body are too understandable. Once her lovely body is completely nude, one of the demons holds her from behind cupping her breasts while pinching and twisting the swollen nipples between his elongated fingers. The other slaps at her soft thighs until she reluctantly spreads her legs all the while begging for mercy. You know you should feel outrage at the way the demon uses his fingers to explore the exposed delicate pink flesh, but instead when he gracefully tastes the tip of his finger you find your mouth watering. Once again your cock is stiff and throbbing, it embarrasses you to even admit it, but there is something darkly stimulating about watching the demon fingering his naked captive's slit. At your side Cassia shifts uneasily and you hope she has not noticed your erection.

"Lord of Light," her gasp finally pulls your attention from the enchanted window "give me strength." To your surprise you see Cassia's hand is working its way into the quilted leggings as she watches the demon in the window return his hand to the naked girl's sex. It is not just you that is feeling the sexual power of this room, Cassia is as aroused as you.