Chapter 2
Unholy Vows
Cecilia woke up sticky. Her entire body felt sticky and, as she sat up in the dusty cavern, the strong scent of sex filled her nose. It was truly a primal scent that the High Priestess liked more than anything. She sat and enjoyed it for a few moments. The still warm cum of her demonic overlord flowed freely from her stretched cunt and gaped asshole. Two weeks of sex left quite the mess within and all around Cecilia's body, but it was a welcome mess.With a hearty yawn the woman got to her feet, wiggling her toes in the pool of thick cream on the ground. She looked sleepily around the cavern. All the candles Gniz, Julla, and Xen placed had completely melted leaving a myriad of different colored wax puddles scattered around. It was common courtesy to clean those, but, of course, Cecilia wasn't the person that would have to clean it. She'd send Xen to do it for her. Behind her, still tied to the large phallic pillar, was the skeletal remains of the Paladin.
The Priestess headed out of the cave, where she found Xen waiting just outside. He pointed her in the direction of Gniz and Julla before heading inside to start cleaning. The pair of imp girls sat near a bubbling creek. Gniz was atop a large rock, leaning back on her hands. Her short legs were spread and she gazed between them, her chest rising and falling quickly as she lets out quiet noises of pleasure. Julla sat on the ground in front of her. Her round bottom rested on her calves and she leaned close to Gniz, soft lips pressed to the Noble's pussy. Her head moves slowly, up and down as she laps at Gniz.
Cecilia approached, tying her long chocolate locks up, so it doesn't get dirty. She, of course, planned on bathing, but getting a Demon Lord's seed from hair is quite the task, and she wouldn't be able to do it in a simple creek. Gniz caught sight of the Priestess and perked up, an excited look dancing across her little red face. Her bright eyes ran over the Amazon's body, drinking in the beautiful sight of Onok's handy work. The red paint Julla had applied before the summoning was smeared and faded. Thick warm seed is splattered on her ample chest and flat stomach, slowly running down her beautifully tanned caramel skin.
The Priestess approaches her small Imp friends and leans in close to Gniz. She blows her hot breath into Gniz's face. The little red Noble inhales deeply, her eyes closing as she takes in the lewd scent. "Lord Onok mentioned you," Cecilia says, her hand gently stroking the Imp's cheek. Gniz leans against her warm touch. "He said he missed having you in his realm. He told me of some of the... services you used to offer him." Gniz opens her eyes, her cherry red cheeks growing even darker as she blushes. Before she can gather her thoughts, Cecilia presses her soft lips to Gniz's. They kiss deeply, the Amazon's plush lips parting, inviting the Imp's tongue in.
Gniz happily accepts that invitation. Her tongue, long and forked, slides between Cecilia's lips, tangling with the Amazon's own tongue. The Imp inhales deeply, her small frame going stiff, tail curling as she tastes the demon overlord. Thick and salty, his musk mixing with their breaths. Gniz exhales a moan, body quivering as she finally succumbs to Julla's tongue. She shivers atop that rock, legs tensing. She squeezes Julla's head between them, pressing firmly to her face. Quick panting breaths escape the Imp's lips as Cecilia breaks the kiss, a smile on her face. Gniz's tongue hangs from her agape mouth, drool running down it. Lust fills her glittering eyes, her mind completely blank as she's overwhelmed with pleasure. The pleasure of Julla's skilled tongue. The pleasure of tasting her Lord and being allowed to lay her eyes on the naked body of Onok's bride.
Cecilia turns around, sitting her fat rear end on the rock beside Gniz. She wraps an arm around the quivering imp, pulling her close. The Amazon's massive breast squishes against her little lackey's cheek. She reaches down and squeezes one of the Imp's thighs. "Release," She commands. Gniz obediently opens her legs, freeing Julla, The little blue imp shuffles to the right, resting between the Amazon's long legs, which spread open, her right leg laying across Gniz's lap. She smiles down at Julla, who blushes, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.
"Did Lord Onok breed you, Sister Cecilia?" She asks. Her small hands run up the Priestess' legs. She squeezes her ample thigh, fingers sinking into the doughy tanned flesh. "Will you be the mother of demons?" She leans in, inhaling deeply, smelling Onok's seed. While Gniz served directly under Lord Onok the Impaler, Julla served another demon Lord. Xen worshiped a third, each of the three imps trying their hardest to convince Cecilia to join their Lord once she passes. Clearly, Gniz was the most convincing.
"He did and I shall," Cecilia confirms, reaching down. She gently adjusts Julla's glasses, who shy's away, making the Priestess smile. She enjoyed how reserved Julla pretended to be. Her Lord was one of wisdom, rather than lust, so she wasn't rewarded for being a mindless slut like Gniz was. Of course, Julla was just as much of one as her little red friend, as well as the Amazon before her.
The small blue scholar produced a goblet. It was quite large, especially in the imp's hands, and made of pure gold. Images of the three demon lords which Cecilia serves are etched into its surface, precious gems in place of their eyes. Julla lifts the goblet up, close to Cecilia's aching, cum filled pussy. Her small hand runs up to the Priestess' stomach, and pushes gently. Thick cream, which steams as it hits the cool Autumn air, flows into the goblet. As this happens, Gniz slowly comes back to her senses. Her head stops spinning and she finds herself pressed to Cecilia's ample breast.
The imp turns her head, pressing her lips to the Amazon's soft caramel flesh. Laying kisses all over the heavy breast, soft as a cloud, Gniz lets her tongue snake out and lap at the hot seed of her Lord which paints Cecilia's chest. She moans, letting it fill her cheeks before gulping it down. "Mnnnuuuh," Gniz moans, her mouth open as she takes in a deep breath. She wraps her lips around Cecilia's large nipple, still sore from the abuse Lord Onok had given them. Cecilia inhales sharply, her body sensitive and not fully recovered yet. It'd take at least a week for her to be back to normal after spending so long in Onok's plane of carnal desire.
Julla withdraws her hand from Cecilia's stomach and lifts the now full goblet up, offering it to the Priestess. The Amazon takes it, and holds it close to Gniz. Gniz pulls from the Priestess' nipple with a lewd 'pop' and leans close to the goblet, inhaling deeply. Cecilia swirls it around like a fine wine, teasing the little imp for a moment before handing it over. Gniz holds it in both hands, licking her lips hungrily. "Thank you, Sister," She says dreamily. Gniz lifts it to her lips, drinking deeply. Her large eyes close and she moans, drinking and drinking, slowly draining the thick cream within. The small wings on her back flutter with joy. Satisfied, Cecilia turns her attention back to Julla.
"You may be punished for tasting Lord Onok's seed, Julla, but I demand you do just that. Your loyalty will be rewarded far more than your sins punished." Julla gulps, nodding slowly. Her Lord wouldn't like her tasting another demon. She was his property just as much as she was his follower. While she was one of her Lord's favorites, as evidenced by her being the one chosen to sway Cecilia, she'd still be punished for such a disrespect. Tied in his dungeon. Lashed with whips across her backside, her snug fuck holes stretched and abused by toys as well as her Lord himself. She'd probably be replaced as Cecilia's scholar for quite some time while her punishment was carried out. Weeks upon weeks of retraining her to serve her Lord and only her Lord.
Of course, this didn't sound all that bad to Julla. She was quite the glutton for pain and treasured the time her Lord spent alone with her. Especially when that time took place in his personal dungeon. She loved the feel of a fine leather collar around her neck and the tightness of cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Truly, the only downside was that Gniz would find herself with another imp like Xen, who was sent to replace an imp that had slighted her Lord. Male imps were easier to control and harder to corrupt, not that the dark priestess wouldn't try her hardest.
Julla leaned in close. She hesitated, her heart fluttering with nervousness. Onok was a lust demon and she worried that a single taste of him would cause her to stray from her own Lord. Still, Cecilia had commanded her to do it and it was her job to do anything the Amazon wished. Her tongue pushed from her lips and dragged across the Priestess' inner thigh. She lapped up some of the hot cum, bringing it into her mouth and gulping it down. The taste was strong. It filled her mouth and remained there long after she drank it. She felt her head spinning, body reacting to the Demon's seed. An ache filled her entire being, making her hands quiver as they rested on Cecilia's thighs. Her vision blurred and her mouth watered, drool spilling down her chin and onto her flat chest.
Meanwhile, Gniz had finished that massive goblet and was licking the inside of it, doing her best to get every last drop. Julla had no idea how she did it, nor did she know how Gniz could stand to crave more. To crave every little bit she could lap from Cecilia's body. "Beautiful," Cecilia praised her servant. "You've done well, Julla. Now, allow Gniz to finish the job. Come, rest." She pats the rock beside her as Gniz slides off, excited to get started. Julla gets up, stumbling slightly, but the Amazon catches her. Cecilia easily lifts the small imp up and sits her down. The little blue scholar leans against Cecilia, doing her best to regain her mind.
Once Gniz had her fill, the two imps assisted Cecilia in cleaning her body. Being an Amazon, there was quite a lot to clean and she was glad to have a couple of helpers assist her in the task. She especially enjoyed Julla's help once the little blue imp dropped her uptight act and began enjoying the Priestess' body as Gniz did. Her small but strong hands squeezing and rubbing all over Cecilia's body.
The imp trio parted ways with Cecilia, heading towards the next shrine to prepare. It takes quite a long time to set up the proper summoning conditions. Having to set up hundreds of candles, procure rare ingredients, and study the correct markings to draw upon Cecilia's body sometimes takes weeks. Not to mention the sacrifices, if the ritual calls for one. The imps had a whole load of work and, as much as Gniz and Julla would love to travel with their unholy Sister, they must separate. So the imps head towards Braconnier, the overgrown home of Amazonians, Elves, and Fae alike, among other creatures. Cecilia, however, must make her way to a small tavern, not too far from Onok's cavern.
The Chubby Stag is nestled in the mountains, a nice coat of snow blanketing the world around. Its windows glow a warm, inviting, yellow and the noise of merry patrons can be heard from outside. A line of muscular steeds shuffle around, tied to a long hitch, huffing and snuffling in the cold. As Cecilia approaches, a man exits the tavern. He begins untying the horses, wrapping the reins around his hand before leading them off to a warmer place to spend the night. He offers a friendly smile and a nod as the Priestess passes. She does the same, opening the door and ducking inside.
A burst of warm air envelopes Cecilia, the pleasant scent of burning timber pumping from the hearth. The large pit of flame sits in the center of the room, cozy pillows laid all around the floor for patrons to lounge and enjoy the warmth. A bard sits among them, idly strumming his lute as he hums a tune. Warriors sit along the bar, spinning stories in an attempt to impress the loose barmaid, who hasn't decided which room she intends on staying in for the night. The entire place is filled with chatter, laughter, and the clinking of glasses as everyone enjoys their night.
Cecilia scans the room, looking for the one sent by Alorna. Her new assistant. Most looked as if they were in the tavern for the atmosphere, a few hours away from the harsh world they lived in, but there was one who stuck out. She stood beside a table in the far corner, two burly men sat in front of her. She wears bright colors. A pattern of pink and lilac diamonds stretch across her skin-tight top. A comically large spiked collar is nestled around her neck, each long spike ending with a jingling bell. A skirt, similar to her collar, hangs from her slim waist, doing little to hide her crotch or large rear. A pair of tights encase her legs, stretching up around her wide hips and resting around her waist, below the skirt. Her small shoes curl at the end, bells resting on those as well. Her pale face is painted white, a large red smile across her lips.
The goofy woman hops from one foot to the other as she chats with the men, clearly impatient as she waits for Cecilia's arrival. Her fat ass bounces and jiggles each time she lands, thoroughly outlined in her snug tights, the thick cheeks split around the stretchy material. The dark priestess approaches, laying a large hand upon the jester's shoulder. "Waiting for someone?" She asks, her voice soft. The jester lands on her heels and spins around, facing Cecilia. She gets an eyeful of the Amazon's chest, quickly looking up to meet the woman's gaze. With wide eyes, the jester nods, the bells all over her body jingling loudly. "You know who I am, no?"
"I do, I do!" The Jester says cheerfully. "Lady Al-" Cecilia presses a finger to the jester's lips, silencing her before she can mention the slaver's name. The jester puffs out her cheeks, bringing her fingers up. She twists them beside her mouth, miming turning a key in a lock. Cecilia withdraws her finger. "I was told all about cha, miss, I was. Name's Jessie, and I'm happy to join you!" Cecilia smiled and turned her eyes to the men Jessie had been entertaining. Their gazes are locked upon the jester's ass, staring at her like a piece of meat that they hunger for. Cecilia clasps a hand around one of Jessie's thick cheeks, grabbing the men's attention. "Oh!" Jessie giggles, feeling the Priestess pull her closer. She happily presses to the Amazon, her face against a pair of pillowy breasts.
"Feel free to join us in an hour or so," Cecilia tells the men. Devious grins grow across their lips as the pair of women turn and head to the back of the tavern. The barmaid doesn't pay any mind to them, going so far as to turn her back as to not stick her nose in Cecilia's business. The pair disappear down a trap door, into the basement. Its a dark dingy place, which reeks of spilled booze. A single torch illuminates it, casting large shadows against the walls. Dozens of large barrels litter the floor, casks to age ale among them. In the back is a small bed, bathed in moonlight.
Cecilia guides her assistant to the bed, ordering her to strip. As Jessie peels her clothes away, the Priestess fishes a hand into her bag. She rustles around for a moment, more focused on watching the jester than finding what she seeks. Jessie had a nice body, one that the Overlords would enjoy. She wasn't all that busty, her breasts not much larger than the imps', but big enough for them to jiggle and bounce delightfully with each small movement. Her legs were long and thick. Fat thighs, wide hips, and a large ass. Her skin was pale white and creamy. Smooth as could be and soft to the touch. She's a human girl, with fairly bland features. Her nose is small and round, her eyes large and blue. She has bleach blonde hair, which cascades down her back in an intricate braid.
Finally, Cecilia produces a red candle. It's thin and long, looking tiny in the Amazon's large hands. She walks to the torch, lighting the end of it. The wick sparks to life, flaring up, a large flame dancing at the end. The smell smoke and fire fills the small basement, and the noises from overheard seem to slowly, but surely quiet to a still silence. It was almost as if that single candle transported the pair to an alternate plane. "You must renounce the gods," Cecilia says.
"I renounce them! I do, I do!" Jessie says enthusiastically. The Priestess smiles. If only it were that easy.
"Lay." Cecilia gestures to the bed. Jessie quickly obeys, lying on her back. "You must feel the flame of Hell." The Priestess lowers the candle, letting the flame graze against her new assistant's skin. Jessie inhales sharply, wincing slightly. The heat hurts her soft skin. It isn't enough to burn her, or leave any marks, and Cecilia ensures this by slowly moving the candle up and down, dragging the flame along with it. She runs it up Jessie's chest. Then back down, letting the candle wick flick one of her perky nipples. As Jessie gets accustomed to the feel of the heat, beginning to enjoy it, the wax comes.
A big glob of red wax drips onto her skin. "Hah!" She gasps. It quickly cools, hardening just as another falls. "Mm!" Jessie squeezes her eyes shut, trying to push through the pain, forcing her body to enjoy it as it did with the flame.
"Allow it to consume you. Feel the loving embrace of pain. Give you body to the Demons of this world." Cecilia encourages her. She trails the candle from between Jessie's legs all the way to her collar bone, leaving a trail of red wax. "Inhale." Cecilia blows the candle out, quickly holding it to Jessie's nose. Jessie takes a deep breath, inhaling the smoke as it wafts from the freshly extinguished wick. Cecilia sets the candle down and pinches Jessie's nose shut, clamping a hand over her mouth. The smoke burns as it goes down, filling the jester's lungs.
She holds it in, for as long as she can. Longer as Cecilia refuses to allow her to exhale. Jessie begin to struggle, writhing on the bed, hands grabbing at Cecilia's wrists, trying desperately to pull herself free. Tears force themselves to her eyes, her pale face turning redder and redder. The Priestess lets go, and Jessie spits out the smoke in a large cloud. She coughs and chokes for a moment, gasping for breath. She takes deep breaths, staring up at Cecilia. She wipes tears from her eyes, gulping down as much fear as she could. Surely she wouldn't become just another sacrifice.
Cecilia takes a firm hold of Jessie's face. Her hand resting below the jester's chin, fingers squeezing her cheeks, forcing her lips apart. She produces a small cat o' nine tails. It isn't full size, the long strips of leather only the length of Cecilia's fingers, the handle fitting perfectly in her palm. "Renounce them, all of them." She demands, flicking her wrist. The leather snaps between Jessie's legs, licking her inner thighs. The jester whines out. "What have they ever done for you? For anyone? They deserve to fall, no?" She flicks her wrist again, the leather striking Jessie harder.
"Mm, yes!" Jessie whines out. Her legs clamp together, but she quickly opens them again, wider than before. She wanted this. Jessie had always loved hearing stories of gods fighting demons when she was young. To be able to witness such a war. To be able to cause such a war. "I renounce the gods! I do, I do!" She calls out. Jessie grabs the backs of her knees and pulls her legs up, displaying herself for Cecilia, offering her body to receive whatever punishment the priestess saw fit. "All glory to the demons! To Hell!" Cecilia smirked, striking her again. The leather snapped against Jessie's cheeks and snug little pussy.
"Pledge your body to Onok the Impaler. Your mind to Olroros the Wise and your soul to Arzad the Mad." Cecilia commands. Jessie obeys. Invoking their dark names and promising her entire being to the demon overlords Cecilia consorts with. Cecilia continues lashing her. Striking the backs of her thighs, across her stomach and breasts. Jessie can't help but cry out with each strike, her pain like music to the evil woman inflicting it. She pants and whines, but doesn't ask Cecilia to stop. In fact she begs her to continue. She doesn't want to give up and if this is what it takes to join the ranks of Demons, then so be it.
Cecilia drags the cool leather tails along Jessie's soft skin. Trailing it up her stomach, to her chest. She runs them against her cheek. Jessie turns her head, kissing the Priestess' hand. Cecilia pulls three small golden orbs from her bag. They're smooth, perfect balls, a different sigil stamped upon each. Only about the size of a peach pit, tiny in the Amazon's hand, she lowers them to Jessie's face, showing them to her. "Do you know what these are?" Jessie shakes her head slowly, looking up at the Priestess. Cecilia smiles kindly, almost warmly, comforting the sweet girl. "These are what bind you to your new Lords."
With that simple explanation, Cecilia takes one in her hand. She presses it to Jessie's snug pussy, running the cool metal up and down the lips. Rubbing the little orb against her clit. She pushes firmly, slowly but surely pushing it into her tight body. Jessie shivers, biting her lip. She feels the mass stretching her body. Pushing deeper and deeper, Cecilia's long finger prodding it further inside, as far as it will go. The ball pushes into Jessie's womb, resting heavily inside. Cecilia waits for a few moments, allowing the jester to adjust to the feeling. She had two more to take, so she'd need to to do so quickly.
Cecilia pushes the others in as well, feeling the way her probing makes Jessie's snug cunt drool for her. So aching wet for the Priestess' touch. She runs her fingers up Jessie's body, rubbing her flat stomach. And, with that, Cecilia was finished with her part. Now it was up to Jessie to finish the job.
As if on cue, the trapdoor opens and a pair of warriors descend into the basement. They approach the bed, their hungry eyes running over Jessie, who finds herself feeling shy for the first time in her life. "All yours boys," Cecilia says, patting their shoulders. They lick their lips, freeing their fat dicks. The Priestess turns her back and heads back into the tavern to enjoy some fine ale. Before the trap door closes behind her, one of the men finds himself buried up Jessie's ass.
He thrusts up it, not caring for her own pleasure, nothing to lube the way but a few globs of hot spit. Jessie cries out, only to have another cock shoved down her throat, silencing her. She gags on him, but doesn't pull away, letting him force his cock down her throat. Her neck bulges with his hard shaft, drool running down his heavy swinging nuts. The man behind her thrusts harder, wanting her attention as he abuses her tight asshole. His thighs clap that thick ass, sending a wave through it with each rough thrust. Making her whine and moan around his friend.
The one in front of her grabs her head. He thrusts down her throat, face fucking her, letting her loud gagging join the steady clap of her ass. She can feel the orbs bouncing around inside her, clinking and jingling as she gets used. They feel warm, much warmer than when they went in. Like a belly full of hot chocolate on a snowy afternoon. The brutes switch places, flipping Jessie on her back. The fat cock, which tastes like her tight asshole, gets crammed down her throat. The spit lubed meat pushing deep in her tight pink cunt. Her legs are spread wide for him, inviting him to thrust harder, deeper inside of her.
Her snug pussy clamps firmly around him, squeezing his cock as he thrusts. Her body milks him, begging for him to explode inside of her. The warrior is no match for the tight jester. Before long he explodes inside her. His heavy balls slapping against her as he pushes all the way in, as deep as he can go. A flood of hot cum fills her. It shoots into her womb, joining the golden orbs, bathing them in seed. There was no turning back now. As those orbs got submerged in the warrior's thick cum, they bind Jessie's body, mind, and soul to the proper astral planes, just as Cecilia's is. She belongs to demons now.
The warrior pulls free of her, stepping back and letting his friend have his fill. Satisfied with a single load, he heads back upstairs. Meanwhile, the second one flips her back over, in love with her large rear end. He slaps a thick cheek before spreading them, putting her little asshole on display. The sight of her stretched cunt, drooling with hot cum making his cock throb just before he plunges it back inside her. "Nyaaaah!" Jessie cries out. With no cock to silence her, she can't help but squeal while the warrior pounds her ass.
She feels her body stretching for him, as if it were begging him to keep going. It felt so massive inside of her, abusing her asshole. He worked it, harder and harder, grunting and sweating behind her. He grabs her long braided hair and yanks her head back, giving it a firm pull with each thrust. Her pale cheeks turn redder and redder with each thrust. Ass clapping loudly as it gets abused. Pain filling her body as he fucks her little brown star. Jessie pants and whines for it, feral moans escaping her lips. She feels something hot rush up her ass. Gooey and thick as he cums for her, flooding her.
But, unlike his friend, he doesn't seem to have had his fill. The man doesn't even stop, pounding into her, gooey seed splattering out of her with each thrust. He was going to fuck Jessie for as long as he could and she couldn't seem to resist.
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