Chapter 1
Onok the Impaler
Cecilia's mother was an Amazon and her father a gnome. How the two came together to produce her was a mystery to even them, but still they had and Cecilia was born an anomaly. The blood of the Amazons flowing through her veins caused her to grow tall, much taller than most, but the blood of the docile and sedentary gnomes slowed the development of the muscles most Amazonians had. Instead her body stored fat, much the same as a normal human woman, making her breasts heavy and thighs pudgy. She had the curves of a seductress which were extenuated by her sheer size. Her hips were wide, with an ass the size of a warrior's chest. Scarlet and black robes clung to her body, the material stretched tight around her, a long slit in the material running up the length of her right leg, so she may actually walk. Finding someone who could produce clothes in her size was quite the hassle, and getting them properly tailored was expensive. Unfortunately Cecilia's expenses were tied up in much more important things, so, instead of throwing gold at a seamstress, she invested in a long black cloak. She kept the cloak draped over her shoulders, hiding her ample body from prying eyes.Cecilia lived her life as muted as possible, doing her best to fly under as many radars as she could. Mind you, it was tough for someone of her size to walk through the streets unnoticed, but so long as no one knew what she actually was, Cecilia was happy. This woman belonged to the dark side of the world, her work conducted in abandoned catacombs, hard to find caverns, and dwellings of that type. Cecilia was a Priestess of the highest caliber and used her power to carry out the bidding of only the nastiest of demons. She was rewarded greatly for her efforts and any who knew who she truly was offered nothing but respect and, more importantly, fear. You'd think Death himself was striding through the little makeshift criminal's bazaar with how quickly everyone parted around the woman.
A grin came to her lips, baby blue eyes glinting with malice as she made her way towards an old friend's set up. Cecilia reached a long arm up and swept the hood of her cloak from her head, allowing her long golden brown hair to cascade freely down her back. Looking at her, you wouldn't expect such an innocent appearance to belong to someone with such a nasty will, but then again, you wouldn't expect anyone in their right mind to willfully serve demons. Cecilia's skin was a creamy caramel, torched that lovely shade of brown by the beating hot sun that hung over the Amazonian village she was raised, and her left eyebrow was adorned by three small glittering gold piercings.
She came upon a small round table, well a regular sized round table that was small in comparison to herself. At that table were two very large, very muscular men by the name of Brick and Mortar. They were nasty customers, large for humans, and would have stood just as tall as Cecilia if she weren't wearing shoes with such a heel on them. Between them was a chocolate skinned elf woman, her sharp ears bogged down with a myriad of piercings, an intricate design slathered onto her sharp features with white paint. Her name was Alorna the Dragon, quite possibly the most notorious Slaver in all of history. Neither woman particularly liked the other, but both needed each other's services. Cecilia needed a steady supply of offerings and Alorna needed demonic trinkets and treasures that only Cecilia could get her hands on. Well, Alorna didn't need them, but she wanted them.
Despite their distaste for each other, they both offered large fake smiles, pretending to be as happy as could be to see one another. Alorna rose from her seat, her face only coming up to Cecilia's massive bust and put her arms out. "So nice to see you!" She gasped. Cecilia leaned down and over the table, accepting Alorna's invitation to a hug and gave the elf a friendly squeeze before drawing back.
"And you as well," She tossed back. Alorna returned to her seat and Cecilia squeezed into the chair across from her. She could feel the arms squeezing her ample thigh, her hips forcing them to bow out, leaning away from her body. Cecilia's proportions came with extreme inconvenience, but she didn't' mind. Business with Alorna never lasted very long as neither of the women really had much to discuss with each other. "You're just glowing, Alorna. Tell me, did you have a gentleman caller recently?" The slaver sneered, unable to hold in every bit of her disgust for the priestess. Cecilia tilted her head back and let out an enthused cackle, proud of how easily she broke Alorna's faux-friendliness. Normally it took more than just one comment, but it seemed she had struck a cord with her old friend.
She pulled a sack from her belt and tossed it upon the table, its contents jingling and clanking against themselves. "Such a bold brat," Alorna muttered, peering inside the velvet bag. She reached in and pulled a handful of golden coins with unfamiliar markings. After a moment of inspection she tossed them carelessly back into the bag. She pulled a ring out next and inspected it for a moment before holding it out to Cecilia. "Cursed, I presume?" Cecilia leaned forward, getting a close look. It was a simple silver, the band taking the form a coiled snake, its eyes small emeralds. The priestess sucked her teeth, racking her brain, trying to remember exactly where she picked that ring up.
"You think so little of me, Alorna," She tutted, sitting back in her chair. Alorna raised an eyebrow, casting suspicious eyes upon the priestess. "I wouldn't wear it, but if there was someone I wanted to place under some sort of, I don't know, charm enchantment, I might find a way to place it upon their finger. Or it may just be a lovely ring that made me think of you." Cecilia gave a shrug.
"And how would the ring make sure the wearer was smitten by you specifically?"
"I don't know, there would probably be some sort of matching trinket that I'd have to wear." Alorna peered back into the bag. She reached in and dug around for a moment before producing a necklace. A long silver chain, the pendant hanging from which was a heart made of two snakes. One had eyes of emerald, the other of sapphire. She showed it to Cecilia who nodded. "Something like that. Of course, perhaps I have that backwards. Could be that, there's a second ring and whomever wears that pendant is under the control of those that wear the rings. Who knows, demonic magic is so... tricky." A crooked grin grew across Cecilia's lips, her tongue running across her top row of teeth.
"You've been spending too much time with those demons, Cecilia. You've begun playing their games with the wrong people," Alorna warned, tossing the trinkets back in the bag. She tied it shut and sat back in her chair, staring down Cecilia. "Don't grow too big for your robes, child. Regardless of who you work for, upsetting the wrong person wouldn't end well for you." She glanced to Mortar who quickly rose from his seat and headed back into the tent. The two women don't speak as they wait. Alorna's pleasantries have all been used up and Cecilia recognizes this. Regardless of how many demons she may have on her side, getting them to this plane is much tougher than Alorna making a simple order and wiping the Priestess from existence. Sure, she'd be able to come back as a vengeful spirit, but would it really be worth it?
Instead the two just stare each other down. The flow of criminals kept a sizable gap between the crowd and Alorna's table, wider than they usually did. No one wanted to crowd the slaver on a normal day, but there wasn't a soul that wished to hear the business of a woman like High Priestess Cecilia. If these two women didn't have such low opinion of one another, they could very easily orchestrate the fall of a Kingdom, if not all Seven Kingdoms. And it'd be a dark, dark world. Not that Cecilia isn't assisting a variety of omnipotent demonic forces to do just that, but it'd be much easier if Alorna were lending a hand.
Mortar emerges from the tent with a young man in rags. Rough brown pants hang from his hips and a cheap strip of metal was clasped around his neck in place of Alorna's usual high quality leather collars. Cecilia isn't surprised to see the metal, the slaver very rarely gave her slaves with actual collars. It'd just be a waste of leather anyways. The man jerks and struggles in Mortar's grip, trying to squirm away as if he could actually escape. Alorna casts a gaze back at him and he tenses up, stopping his struggles immediately. He gulps down a lump fear stuck in his throat and his eyes flicked over to Cecilia, but quickly return to Alorna.
"Doesn't look like a Paladin," Cecilia notes. The man looks back to the priestess, brow furrowed. She didn't look like the type to consort with a slaver.
"Paladins don't look like much without all the armor," Alorna assures her. The man whispers a word of power and his eyes glow gold as he looks over Cecilia. As a Paladin he can cast a detect evil spell, revealing the presence of anyone with ill-moral status. As he looks upon Cecilia a thick black smoke seems to surround her. So thick it blots out the crowd behind her. It coils around and dances into the sky, something the young Paladin had never seen before. Cecilia was the first person he'd ever encountered that seemed to be pure and absolute evil. He felt that she quite possibly may be the very last person he'll encounter with such a presence. He'd be right.
Cecilia saw the fear in the man's eye and smiled, watching the gold fade back to dark blue. He tried to step back into the tent, bumping into the massive Mortar. His body was shaking, and he couldn't tear his gaze away from the priestess. Cecilia rose from her chair and Mortar shoved the unlucky paladin forward. He stumbled, threatening to fall. Cecilia planted a large hand atop his head, steadying him. He could feel power in her grasp and a strength even greater than Alorna's bodyguards, who were more muscle than man. She pulled his head back, paying no mind to how rough she was being, and inspected his eyes for a moment. "Wonderful," She muttered. Cecilia looked to Alorna. "And his holy crest?"
"Extra," Alorna said, pulling the pendant she took from the paladin from her satchel. A heavy and well crafted hunk of metal in the form of a lion's head, its eyes tiny rubies.
"How much extra?" Alorna didn't answer, cocking an eyebrow. A wicked grin came to Cecilia's lips as she fished something from her pocket and tossed it on the table. It bounced and landed in front of Alorna. A silver ring in the form of a snake, much the same as the other, except this one had eyes of sapphire. Alorna tossed the pendant to Cecilia. "Perhaps I've had dealings with you too many times. You've become privy to all of my tricks and it's no longer any fun," The priestess said as she inspected the pendant for a moment. Satisfied, she slid it into the bag at her hip. For most people that bag would need to rest on their back, but for Cecilia it was a mere pouch.
"Burning bridges with me wouldn't be the smartest move you've made," Alorna warned. "Wouldn't be the dumbest thing you've done either. Now, begone, the stench of death lingers in your robes and it's not one I particularly enjoy." Cecilia frowned and brought the cloth of her cloak to her nose, inhaling deeply. There was surely a scent to her clothing, but not an unpleasant one. The smell of flame, ash, and, no, there it was. A definite smell of death, but, again, it wasn't unpleasant as it hit the Priestess' nose. She let the cloak drop, swinging back in place, and took a firm hold of the paladin's collar. As she begins to leave she stops herself and turns back to Alorna.
"I'll be needing a jester." Alorna sighed, not answering for some time, clearly drained by interacting with Cecilia. She had an easier time fulfilling a contract for a hundred than she did having a single conversation with the High Priestess.
"A jester," Alorna repeated. "And which of your... benefactors has a problem with jesters, might I ask?"
"They wouldn't be for sacrificing. I just find myself in need of an assistant these days and, in my line of work, I need someone of ill moral standing. What's more evil than a jester?" Alorna blinked, opened her mouth, shut it and sighed again.
"Most things. Most things are more evil than a jester, Cecilia."
The Priestess pulled the paladin through the forest by a thin rope tied to his wrought metal collar. Stripped of Armor, Weapon, and even his crest, the man felt powerless. All he could truly do was trail behind this woman who could crush him like a bug at even the slightest sign of resistance. Looking around, the paladin wasn't sure where exactly they were. Deep within the trees, no doubt, but where? His extensive training hadn't taught him much about path finding. 'The light of Intrepidity will lead you where you must go'. That was all they told him, but, as he looked around, he saw no light. Just darkness. The darkness of evil which seemed to surround this woman and everything she did. Who was she?
Meanwhile, Cecilia strode through the forest with a clear conscience. She didn't care that what she was doing was 'bad', or 'evil'. She didn't care that the man she was pulling along the trail didn't want to come with her. All that was on her mind was her destination. A remote cave deep in the unexplored forests of this Kingdom. And as they grew closer, the world grew darker. The cheery blue sky turned to an ominous red, the clouds stormy gray. The trees became less and less full, the leaves slowly turning from a rich and healthy green to shriveled, petrified, and dead. Even the ground at their feet lost its vegetation. Then the dirt seemed to disappear, leaving only ugly stone to walk across.
The paladin peered passed Cecilia to look ahead. A large cliff face sat before them. The stone was carved into. Lewd images danced across the rock. Cocks, breasts, and people of every shape and size depicted in their most carnal forms. From the opening poured what looked like smoke, as if they were about to enter the bowels of a volcano. But it wasn't smoke, it was the unmistakable presence of a demon and a powerful one at that. This is when the paladin began to struggle.
He stopped walking, looking around in panic. Cecilia paid him no mind, simply tugging the rope, sending him sprawled out onto the ground, and began dragging him behind her like he was nothing. The paladin thrashed on the ground, kicking his feet, flailing his arms, doing his best to impede Cecilia as much as he could. His hands came to the knot secured to his collar and began clawing at it. Pulling and tugging, trying to rip it from of himself, but to no avail. The reddened sky disappeared above as they entered that smoke. It burned as it hit his skin and drowned his lungs. His entire body began sweating and he felt a pain throughout his core. The pain melted away, and the paladin lost consciousness.
The smoke didn't seem to impede Cecilia in the slightest. In fact, it was almost as if she couldn't see it. She dragged the unconscious man to a large room within the cavern, the ceiling domed 20 feet above. Images, similar to those outside, were etched into the wall all around. In the center of the room was a large pillar. It came straight from the ground and stood as tall as the priestess' navel and thick as her muscular Amazonian thigh. The top seemed to be weathered from age as it was perfectly rounded. Sat around this pillar were three hooded figures. They were small and looked even smaller as Cecilia entered the room. They saw her and rose to their feet, each only standing as tall as her hips.
Cecilia passed the paladin's leash to one of the trio, who dragged him towards the pillar. They didn't seem to be having trouble pulling the man, despite being a little over half his size. The Priestess offered her hands to the other two. They each took one, holding it between theirs. "Sister Cecilia, we've been awaiting your arrival. The Lord is very excited to see you," A small voice slithered from beneath their hood. It was soft, much softer than you'd expect of a demon's lackeys. The duo released Cecilia's hands and removed their hoods. Beneath were large eyed, brightly colored, imps.
Imps weren't very powerful beings of dark magic. The most they could do was conjure flame, but they were essential in carrying out the will of a true demon. Because of their low affinity for magic they could slip between the planes of existence without being noticed, making communing with greater beings a much simpler task. Their skin was smooth and shiny, as if wax had been poured over them. Small sharp horns sat on their forehead and a long tail snaked from their rears. The trio assigned to assisting Cecilia were named Gniz, Julla, and Xen. Gniz was their leader, well Cecilia was their leader, but when the Priestess wasn't around Gniz took over. She was the eldest of the three and the most powerful. Being the most powerful among imps, however, wasn't much to brag about.
She shared the same frame as all imps. Petite, in a word. Imps hadn't anything in the ways of curves or muscle. Their legs were thin and breasts non-existent. Gniz had deep red skin, with eyes and hair to match. Fluttering on her back were a small pair of what looked to be bat wings, much too small to actually lift her off the ground. This signified she was from noble blood. Noble among imps meant very little. At most she could conjure a slightly larger fireball than the rest. Julla was their scholar. She knew everything about everything and took lead when conducting rituals and establishing contact with new Demons. She was baby blue in color, her hair secured in a bun by a quill. A pair of glasses sat on her nose and a stern look on her lips. Julla never really said much. Xen was the only male of the group. He wasn't any bigger than his counter-parts, but was unnaturally strong. He had the strength of ten... children, so about one full grown man. His skin was a dark mustard yellow and he hadn't any hair.
Cecilia undressed, allowing her cloak and robes to fall onto the cavern floor, presenting her body to Julla. The little blue imp folded her arms and circled Cecilia slowly, inspecting her body. Gniz smiled a big toothy grin up at the Priestess. Cecilia returned the smile. She let out a little gasp as Julla suddenly grabbed her ass, squeezing it hard. "This might be too big," Julla announced, her sharp nails digging into Cecilia's soft flesh. She shook her head tutting quietly, giving the Priestess' right cheek a firm smack. "I told you to stay away from those human sweets, Sister Cecilia. Now you might not fit into the Lord's realm."
"Oh hush," The Priestess harrumphed. "Would you just get on with it?"
"We might not have enough paint for that thing," Gniz teased. "But I'm sure the Lord will enjoy it once he gets his claws in it." The Lord they spoke of was a demon by the name of Onok. Onok is a powerful being that feeds on the lust of the mortal realm. Every lewd thought, unfaithful spouse, and drop of spilled seed helped Onok grow in power. As you may imagine, Onok was one of the greatest demons of all, his influence reaching each of the astral plains with ease. He enjoyed watching Cecilia go about her business and liked to reward her for spreading mayhem through the mortal word as often as he could. This was one of those times.
Julla dipped her fingers in a large bucket of red paint. Her agile digits danced across Cecilia's soft flesh, drawing intricate designs over her thighs and down her legs. She moved up the Priestess' body, with the help of Xen who lifted her into the air. The paint was warm as it coated her body, the dark red liquid dancing across her soft skin. She wondered if Alorna had her bodyguards help her with the face paint she was never without. She wondered if the stoic, always serious slaver had paint elsewhere on her body. What kind of a man would it take to find that sort of thing out? Although, the priestess had never seen her business partner with a man, so perhaps it was the touch of a woman she preferred.
Cecilia got lost in thought and, before she knew it Julla had finished painting her. Not only that, but tied to the stone pillar was the paladin, his body painted with similar markings. The imp trio set to work setting up and lighting a variety of candles scattered around the cavern. The warm glow of a flame danced across the walls, lighting the etchings. The ceiling of the cavern remained cloaked with shadow, giving the illusion of a never ending pit of darkness. Cecilia made her way to the still unconscious paladin. He was stripped of the pants Alorna had placed him in, leaving him in just the collar. The rope that was once his leash was tied snugly around him, securing him to the pillar, in case he awoke during the ritual.
Cecilia was almost a little jealous. This man was about to experience an honor that even the most devoted of Onok's followers would never be able to receive. To be possessed by the Lord of depravity was something many of Cecilia's colleagues would quite literally kill for. Alas, it needed to be a holy body. That was the only thing that could counter-act the ultimate evil a demon carried. Someone who already bore evil in their heart wouldn't last even a moment of possession.
Cecilia squatted in front of the paladin. She dipped her fingers in a small bowl filled with the last dregs of the red paint and pressed them to his balls. Gently. She ran her long fingers up the length, drawing a pair of lines along his member. "Awaken, my lord," She whispered. The Priestess wrapped her hand around, stroking slowly, allowing the warm paint to lube her palm. She could feel the paladin growing in her grasp. He was sizable for a human, but nothing to an Amazonian, and even less compared to what Onok had in store for his loyal follower. Cecilia handled him easily, her hand much larger than a human's and kept stroking for a moment after he was certainly at full mast.
The Priestess cast a glance around the cave, making sure the last of the candles were ready. Her imps had worked quickly once they saw Cecilia begin. There were about three dozen candles placed in very precise places and lit all around the rocky cave. She stood and stepped forward, allowing her body to be as close to the paladin's as possible, and lowered herself. Careful not to smudge any of the markings drawn upon her body, she felt the head of his hard cock press against her lips for a moment before pushing passed. A moaned slipped from Cecilia's lips as she continued. She slid down his meaty cock until she felt her thick ass cheeks press to his thighs. Cecilia bit her lip and closed her eyes, pausing for a moment, and then whispered a word of power.
The cavern shook beneath the pair, as if lightning had struck it. She inhaled deeply and repeated the word, much louder this time, letting her voice echo off of the walls. The cavern shook more violently, the roof threatening to cave in, but Cecilia paid it no mind, knowing she was safe. She felt the paladin's cock growing inside of her. It doubled in size, filling the Priestess' body completely. She felt her loins ache, listening to the sound of ropes snapping. A pair of powerful hands grasped her ample rear, squeezing it hard, sharp claws digging into her soft flesh in the most pleasant way possible. "Yessss," The priestess moaned, opening her eyes. She panted, the short ritual sapping quite a bit of energy from her, as she stared into the mischievous eyes of her Demonic Master. Lord Onok the Impaler.
The paladin was nowhere to be seen, replaced by the demon's impressive form. Cecilia ran her hands over his powerful shoulders, rolling her hips as she gladly accepted him inside of herself, excited to offer proper worship to the Lust Demon. He was a tight fit, simply housing his cock forcing the priestess' body to stretch for him, hot juices leaking down his shaft, drooling onto the dusty cavern floor. "Give yourself to me," He commanded, his words smooth, melting as they hit the air. Cecilia didn't need to hear her orders a second time. She began riding, slowly, allowing herself to adjust to him. Onok's hands groped her fat ass firmly and she bounced faster.
He slid his hands up, resting them on his hips, allowing her thick cheeks to spank against his muscular thighs. Cecilia's ample breasts bounced for the demon overlord, dirtier and dirtier moans escaping her lips as her loins hugged him. The world around seemed to be fading away, leaving only Onok and his Priestess. The lewd slurping of her dripping wet cunt on his impressive length filling their ears. Onok steadied her, pushing himself balls deep within her body, Cecilia's toes curling. He laid her back, sitting between her legs, and gave a lazy thrust. Her entire body jolted, face contorting with pleasure. His power crackled through her body, driving the lewd priestess wild. She writhed on the ground whining for more, unable to form works.
Onok grinned, planting his large hands beside her head as he loomed above. He began to thrust, one long powerful thrust after another, making her feel it through her entire body. His hips rolled as he moved. getting deep inside her, as deep as anyone could possibly go, the head of his cock teasing her cervix. His thighs clapped against the back of her legs, sending a wonderful wave through her curves, ending in her large breasts. The Demon leaned down, pressing his lips to hers. His long forked tongue snaked into her mouth, their hot breaths meeting in the middle, mingling with one another. Cecilia squeezed the Demon lord with her powerful thighs, using her grip on his waist to pull him even deeper within herself.
Her entire being was filled with his cock, aching to please him in any way possible. Onok had no problems taking advantage of that, his thrusts seemingly unending. And Cecilia couldn't contain herself any longer. Her body tensed, eyes crossing as her cunt clenched him lewdly. She arched her back and whined into his mouth, body surrendering itself to him as she came for her Lord. Hot cream coating his large charcoal cock, lubing it even further as the priestess' shameful juices pooled beneath her. They were hot and sticky against her soft flesh. Onok pulled from her lips, allowing her loud moans to fill the astral plain they resided within once more.
"You are mine, Priestess," He hissed, admiring her body. He groped a big tit in one hand, rolling the hard nipple between his fingers. Onok grinned and pushed deep within her, releasing a torrent of hot cum, shooting a thick bounty deep in Cecilia's womb.
"Nuuuuuhhh," She whined, her caramel face turning red as she felt the Demon's seed filling her. But he wasn't done with her. Far from it in fact. He pulled from Cecilia for only a moment, long enough to roll her on her stomach, and planted himself deep inside her cum filled cunt. He wrapped her long, golden brown hair around his hand and pulled her head back. Cecilia whined with pleasure, staring into the void as her Master took her from behind. His powerful form clapping against her aching body.
"You've done so well to carry out my will," Onok grunted, moans of pleasure escaping his throat. Cecilia lifted her large ass, for him, pushing her lewd fuck holes towards the deity. "You deserve this. A reward for such loyalty," He panted, thrusting harder. Cecilia's ass bounced and shook with every clap against it, inviting more as the Demon fucked her from behind so roughly. He pulled her hair tighter, forcing her head back even further, and pressed his lips to her ear. "Soon, you'll bare my child and he will take the world and make it his whore, but not yet. I'm not finished having fun with you yet," He whispered.
Onok pulled free of Cecilia's cream filled cunt and, without warning, slammed up her tight ass. She let out a squeal, but still pushed her ass back, forcing more of that cum-lubed cock up her fat rear. Red in the face, unable to catch her breath, Cecilia pushed back on his dick, impaling herself on his mass. She wanted nothing more in this lifetime than to pleasure Onok. And she would do just that for next two weeks. She'd brought a good vessel for the Demon to possess that wouldn't be destroyed for quite some time and Onok wouldn't give the priestess even a moment's rest in that time, as she was his favorite underling.
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