{DF} High Priestess Cecilia ~ Chapter 3

Chapter 3
Arzad the Mad

        Cecilia was excited to visit Braconnier once more. She'd been away for much longer than usual and had become homesick. She missed her parents and the small village they lived in. Of course, she would be in town strictly on business, but that didn't mean she couldn't pay them a quick visit. She and her new jester companion sped through the industrial Kingdom of Araignée as fast as they could. Cecilia, being half Amazonian, couldn't stand the smell of pollution. Why anyone would want to live in a place where the trees were replaced with skyscrapers of twisted steel was beyond her. 

        As they entered the overgrown Kingdom of Braconnier, Cecilia felt herself at ease. Araignée was one of the main reasons she joined up with demons. While her home was once twice the size it is now, the growth of industry stunted Braconnier. The forests along the borders began to shrivel and die, forcing its inhabitants to move deeper into the Kingdom. At one time, each race of Braconnier kept to itself, forming their own tribes with their own customs. Slowly, they got pushed together, closer and closer, until they simply had to share what little inhabitable land was left.

        The Gnomes joined the tribe of Amazonians, which is how Cecilia came to be. Most notably, however, is the merging of the three Elven tribes. While most couldn't tell you the difference between a wood elf, a dark elf, and a high elf's customs, they are drastically different. At least, they were. Now with the three tribes squeezed together, their cultures have mixed. Only the oldest of the elves would be able to tell you which piece of history, celebration, and ritual belongs to which tribe. Meanwhile, the orc tribe has completely left their forest home to wage war on humans.

        Cecilia was reminded of all of this after meeting up with her imp trio as they walked through an Elven village. The people looked miserable, shuffling their feet as they walked through the village. Dark elves, their faces painted with various designs, glare at the wood elves. Wood elves, who hail themselves as protectors of the forest, sneer at the high elves. High elves, which claim to commune directly with the gods, look down their noses at the dark elves. Cecilia can't help but wonder how different everything would be if the orcs had just stayed. Surely the elves wouldn't mind having to live with one another, so long as there was an orcish body for them to worship. Deviants.

        She listens to the terse greetings the elves exchange as they pass each other.  "Sister. Sister. Brother." The Amazon would never understand why elves greet each other in such a way. She wondered if they continued to call their spouse 'sister' or 'brother'. Surely they wouldn't, but Elven ways were completely foreign to her. She couldn't stand and stare forever though. She needed to meet with a fellow priestess before getting to head home. Though Cecilia didn't quite know where her ally in demonic arts was, all the Amazon could really do was wander around the Elven compound.

        The actual ground of the forest was barely touched. A few stalls here and there for merchants to sell to the travelers, but not much else. Up above, sprawling across the forest's canopy, was a large village. Walkways swing back and forth, suspended by hemp fiber rope and made of thin wooden slats. Slats that definitely wouldn't support the weight of an Amazon. The buildings are round, their roofs coming to a sharp point and their walls covered in windows of various sizes. The windows, of course, didn't have glass in them, but large palm leaves, which hang like curtains over the many openings.

        Tugging her hood atop her head, Cecilia began climbing one of the winding staircases that wrapped around a particularly large tree and led up to the little village. The Elves tossed strange looks her way, wondering what a woman of her stature could possibly doing so far off the ground. Once they see the three small imps trailing behind her, however, they kept their judgmental eyes to themselves and moved as far from the woman as they possibly could. To get too close to a woman like Cecilia was bad luck as far as the Elves were concerned.

        Cecilia didn't seem to mind the extra space she was given. It gave her plenty room to breathe as her eyes scanned the surrounding structures. It looked as if she was in their market, a less than impressive collection of stalls, as well as a few shops carved into some of the larger trees. None of which looked quite demonic enough for her friend to be stowed away in. She looks to Jessie the cheerful jester. Jessie's eyes are wide, lips slightly parted as she gazes around the Elven village with awe. She'd never seen something so grand in her life. They way these Elves lived looked to be from a fairy tale!

        "Jessie," Cecilia hums, placing a large hand upon the jester's head. Jessie turns, tilting her head back as she looks up at her Amazonian mistress. "You're quite light on your feet, no? Could probably make it across these bridges without a problem. Be a doll and cross to that platform." Cecilia points and Jessie's eyes follow her finger. "Ask for Vanya of the Flame. Tell her it is I looking for her." Chatter in the market stops as Vanya's name is uttered. The already tense Elves grow even more uneasy. Jessie doesn't seem to notice such things, and Cecilia doesn't seem to care about such things.

        The Jester nods enthusiastically, excited to help the Priestess she serves under. She ducks out of Cecilia's grip and prances across the market towards the swaying bridge. Across the way is a shady platform. Not a drop of sunlight makes it through the tightly woven canopy above to the ebony wood that makes up the floor of this platform. Instead, torches as tall as Cecilia herself encircle the perimeter, crackling with flame that glows a curious green. In the center is a small home, its walls devoid of windows. This sinister little abode is the only in all of the Elven village made of stone. Porous slabs of granite crafted into rounded walls and towered high up, the roof poking through the canopy. 

        Cecilia approaches behind Jessie, but stops before the bridge, not daring risk those weak slats. Jessie rubs her hands together, bending her nimble fingers back for a satisfying crack of her knuckles. She takes hold of one of the suspending ropes and kicks off the ground. Her feet point to the sky as she goes upside down. Her back bends and bends and bends some more to an angle that Cecilia could never even imagine achieving. The Jester's round rear end presses to her shoulder blades for a moment as her feet find the rope and she quickly rights herself, standing lightly atop the thin line suspending the bridge. It seems as if Jessie didn't trust those slats either.

        She quickly scampers across the rope, hopping down on the ebony platform at the other side. Turning to face Cecilia and her imps, Jessie offers a small bow. Gniz's hands applaud quickly, as she gasps, gazing at Julla with a huge smile. A small grin comes to Cecilia's lips as she offers a much calmer, gentle clap for her assistant. Satisfied with the fanfare, Jessie rights herself and turns towards the poorly lit tower. Now that she stood upon the same platform as it, she found herself intimidated by its sinister presence. Gulping down a mouthful of fear, she approaches the door slowly and raps her knuckles upon the dry wood.

        The door swings open with a violent crack upon the interior wall of the tower. Out comes a hunched over imp, a nasty look in his eye, as he only had one. The other was squeezed shut, a long pink scar running down his cheek. His blue skin was dim, closer to a gray than the brilliant sapphire that Julla was. From his rear sprung a long pointed tail, a large chunk missing from the triangle crown at the end. "Whatchu want!?" He snarled, voice raspy as he waved a crooked stick that served as his cane at Jessie. Jessie leaps back, startled by this little creature.

        "Ah, uh, I," She gasps, eyelids fluttering with a series of blinks. "I'm looking for Vanya of the Flame."

        "You is? You who?" The imp grunts, waving his stick once more, the end threatening to wack Jessie upon the nose.

        "Me? Not me, my mistress you see! That's right, she's High Priestess Cecilia! She is, she is!" Jessie belts out, face red, hands shaking by her sides. The imp repeats the name to himself, leaning over and looking passed Jessie's long legs. His eye shoots open and his posture straightens for a moment before reverting back to its natural hunch as the imp nearly leaps out of his skin. He turns and quickly waddles into the tower. Jessie holds her hands behind her back, leaning forward as she peers into the dark doorway.

        A quiet hum fills the air, the bridge beginning to shake and swing. The thin slats quake, slowly glowing a deeper and deeper purple until they become the ebony tone of the tower's platform. They raise up and go still, humming quietly, inviting the Amazonian and her trio across. Satisfied, Cecilia steps forward, making her way slowly across. And, as Xen trails behind, the last one across, they fall back into the usual place and return to the dull brown color they once were.

        As Cecilia approaches, a priestess exits her tower with an imp trio of her own. Along with her three imps, is a fourth, the old grumpy imp who'd answered the door. The woman, who could only be this 'Vanya of the Flame', stands at a peculiar height. As Jessie gazes upon her, she could swear that one moment she's taller than the mysterious priestess, yet the next she's shorter. Knitting her blonde brow she runs her eyes over Vanya, taking a moment to inspect her. As those curious eyes run over Vanya, Cecilia reaches out a hand, which her fellow priestess gladly takes, each offering the other a gentle squeeze. Jessie's eyes rest on Vanya's feet.

        They don't sit flat upon the ground, as everyone else's do. Instead that hang, toes pointing to the earth, like a ballerina mid-pirouette. Below them is a warm orange glow, which grows as they bob up and down through the cool jungle air. It seemed Vanya could levitate, a feat Jessie had never been allowed to lay her eyes upon. The Jester gasped and looked up at the priestess with stars in her eyes. Perhaps this was something she could learn! Surely Vanya could only do so because of her dealings with the unholy, no?

        A small smile came to the priestess' thin lips, a sparkle in her amber eyes. Vanya was truly like nothing the simple jester had ever seen. Though common in places like Braconnier and Rouge, Tieflings didn't frequent the less-than humble kingdom of Ombre, where Jessie hailed from. Her skin was darker, darker even than Cecilia's who had a tone of caramel kissed by the suns' rays. Vanya was a deep shade of red, a color between maroon and violet. Her skin shone as if it were coated in melted wax, glinting in the green glow of the flames that encircle the platform. Upon her head are a pair of long horns, which reach to either side before twisting towards the skies. 

        Vanya reaches out, just as Cecilia had moments before. Now was the Amazon's turn to take the Tiefling's hand and once again they offered one another a gentle squeeze. Vanya brought Cecilia's hand to her lips and Cecilia, Vanya's to her own. The pair offered a kiss to the back of their friend's hand. "Sister," They say in unison, each acknowledging the other as an equal. Their imps, however, didn't give such pleasantries. Instead they glared, each serving under a different Demon Lord, hoping that their Lord will be the one to rule this mortal realm. 

        "You're simply glowing, Vanya," Cecilia chuckles, taking a moment to look over her friend's magnificent body. Though the Amazon preferred the touch of a demon over all else, Tieflings weren't all that far from the unholy lovers she so craved. In appearance at the very least. If any Tiefling could convince the priestess to spend some time in their bed, it'd be Vanya of the Flame.

        "And you as well!" Vanya offers back. "Tell me, dear Sister, is it true what they say? Has Onok chosen you to mother his child?" Cecilia smiles a kind smile, drawing her friend's hand to her still flat and toned stomach. Vanya breathes deeply, feeling the power which bubbles within Cecilia's womb. The Priestess exhales, a smile coming to her lips. "My, my, how exciting!" She whispers, rubbing Cecilia's toned stomach gently. "Now then, I suppose you're here to retrieve what you left with me, oh so long ago?"

        One of her imps, a small green thing, holds up an orb shaped object. A black velour cloth rests atop it, obscuring the world from looking upon it. The imp offers it to Vanya, who picks it up with both hands, the thing as large as a human skull. Vanya holds it out and Cecilia easily palms it, slipping it into her bag. "Many thanks, Sister Vanya. I wish I could stay for even a drop of tea, but I really must be on my way. Little Jessie's vows took an extra day to perform and I do hate to keep Master Arzad waiting." The tiefling chuckles and comes forward, laying a kiss on Cecilia's lips.

        "Do come back soon," She whispers in her fellow priestess' ear. "I'm sure /my/ Master would enjoy having you to himself for a night or two, no?" He hand slides up Cecilia's stomach and steals a squeeze of her ample bust. Cecilia chuckles and nods, giving Vanya's round rear a squeeze of her own.

        The road between Vanya's village and Cecilia's own is quite short. Only a few hours after departing with her friend did they arrive, the sun high in the skies and beating down a comfortable warmth throughout the forest. As much as she would like to stop by her parent's abode, Cecilia was very late and it was never a good idea to leave a Demonic Overlord waiting. So they cut through the village to a large stone temple. The blocks of granite which make up its exterior are covered in intricate designs, similar to Onok's cave. Lewd depictions of Amazonian women submitting to Lord Arzad and Arzad alone.

        The quartet ascend the stairs and enter the temple, the air inside a touch warmer than outside. Unlike Onok, Arzad had a solid grip on the Mortal Realm. He was once a minor demon, and could travel between realms freely. Of course, his time in the Mortal Realm was always limited, he quickly found a home in the forests of Braconnier, among the Amazonians. For one reason or another, they began to worship Arzad as a god and when his power grew too great for him to simply slip from realm to realm they erected a temple in his honor, where the women congregate regularly to offer their ethereal bodies to their Master.

        Cecilia was no different. Arzad introduced her to the world of Demons and, once she became addicted to serving him, she became a Dark Priestess. As they entered the temple, the people within ceased chatter and offered bows to Cecilia. She smiled kindly, her fingers gently dancing against the backs of their heads as she passed, a sort of blessing for them. They continue further and further back into a temple, towards a small private room.

        The room is small and simple. An altar sits at the back, a golden chalice atop it. Four stone benches, two of which are occupied by writhing Amazonians, are settled in a small circle. A third Amazonian lays still, a small smile on her lips. She is a pure blooded one, unlike Cecilia. While just as tall, her muscles are much more defined. Tribal tattoos in white ink dance across her dark caramel skin and a simple loincloth covers her crotch, while her ample breasts are left on display. If one looked closely at her face, they might say she struck a close resemblance to Cecilia herself. This was, of course, because this woman was the Priestess' mother, no doubt sent into Arzad's realm to apologize for Cecilia's tardiness. A hooded imp, skin a deep yellow in color, sits beside the chalice, twiddling her thumbs.

        She perks up as she see Cecilia enter. "Sister!" She squeals with glee, jumping to her feet. The imp runs over and throws her arms around the Amazon's long legs, hugging tightly. Cecilia chuckles and pats the imp's head. This was Gar, Cecilia's conduit between the Mortal Realm and Arzad. She served the same purpose as Gniz and Julla, setting up the proper rituals in order to summon her overlord to the Mortal Realm or send Cecilia to theirs. Xen, who also serves under Arzad, was sent as a temporary replacement as Gar was thoroughly punished for tasting another Demon's seed. Something that Julla would, no doubt, go through as well.

        "You two, shoo! Shoo!" Gar commands, marching over to the writhing Amazonians. She swats at their thick muscled thighs. "Crawl if you must, but be gone from this place!" The women tried to get to their feet, but collapsed, a constant stream of moans escaping them as they did in fact need to crawl from the small room. "Useless!" She huffs. "Their first time with Lord Arzad and they've been rolling around like that for a whole day since they got back! Was only with him for an hour at most!" She folds her arms shaking her head disapprovingly. 

        Cecilia ignores her dear imp's outburst, heading to the chalice as she huffs and puffs about the pair crawling away. She produces the orb from her bag and pulls the cloth from it. It's a simple item. Clear glass and filled with a yellow liquid. Similar vials litter the altar, mere drops within them, but the liquid in Cecilia's orb was much more potent than what most could get their hands on, as it had come straight from Arzad himself. She pours a small amount into the chalice and brings it to Jessie, who stares with wide eyes.

        "Drink deeply," She instructs, guiding the bottom heavy jester to a stone bench. "Introduce yourself to Master Arzad and make him happy, yes?" Jessie gulps, unable to speak as she simply nods. The jester stares into the chalice, breathing deeply. Cecilia places a finger upon the bottom, tilting it slowly. Jessie presses her lips to the rim and allows the Priestess to pour the liquid down her throat. She blinks, Cecilia taking the chalice back, and feels a warmth growing in the back of her head. Then, like a switch is flipped, Jessie falls unconscious. Gniz and Julla, prepared for just that, catch her and lay her gently upon the bench. Cecilia chuckles, moving back to the altar and putting more of the liquid into the chalice.

        "Arzaaaaaad!" The smiling Amazonian squeals. Her back archs as a flood of pleasure fills her body, a symphony of moans escaping her. Cecilia turns and watches her mother for a moment. The woman's legs tense and solid as if made of stone as they shake and shiver. Her chest rises and falls faster and faster, sweat running down her body. Goosebumps rise from her skin as she screams and squeals a litany of the filthiest things Cecilia had ever heard in her life. Though surprised to hear such things from her own mother, she does not judge. Spending a full day in Arzad's realm was no small feat and something most Priestesses could not even do. Time flowed differently in his realm, as Jessie would soon learn, and a day in the mortal realm could last a week, or more in Arzad's.

        Cecilia doesn't wait for her mother to regain her senses, as that could take hours. Instead she makes herself comfortable on a bench, drinks from the chalice and enters Arzad's realm.

        Wind. That was all you heard when between realms. Wind ripping at you, tearing at your clothing  and then ripping your body from your soul. Then silence. Darkness. Nothingness. Slowly things came into view. Arzad's realm, at least what he allowed mortals to gaze upon, was a sparce place. In the center rose a marble slab, which sat waist height. Well, waist height for an Amazon like Cecilia and most who visited Arzad. Then long shapely legs appeared. A round ass atop them, the pale cheeks bright red. The legs were encased in a stretchy material which was covered in an obnoxious pink and lilac pattern. Tights which have been torn open to reveal the woman's aching loins. And, as Cecilia gazed upon them, she knew they ached.

        The woman's ass gaped open, a perfect circle dripping with a thick load of white hot seed. Her cunt was abused and similarly flooded. Though Cecilia had only waited a moment or two before entering after Jessie, Jessie will have been with Arzad for an hour, possibly two. Then he appeared. He was tall, as tall as an Amazon, though that was simply the height he chose. Arzad wore no clothes, his muscular body on full display at all times. His skin was stark white. Not pale, but white like bone. He had no hair on his head, as mortals did. Instead, what looked to be the top half of a ram's skull sat there, it's horns long, sharp, and curled.

        Arzad pushes into Jessie, who cries out in ecstasy. No words come from her lips, mind broken with pleasure. "Nyaaahhhh!" She squeals for him. He holds there, ass tensing as he grunts like an animal behind her, unloading wave after wave of thick white cream for her.

        Cecilia approaches, removing her robes and leaving a trail of clothing behind her. "Have you enjoyed meeting my assistant, Master Arzad," She hums, standing beside him. Cecilia places a hand on his back, her other hand running across his muscular chest. "Has she pleased you, Master?" She leans in and kisses his neck, turning her eyes to the bent over Jessie. Around her waist is the shredded remains of her clothing, which Arzad had torn open, forcing her to display herself.

        He chuckles looking to Cecilia. The pair kiss. Arzad doesn't need to speak. The Priestess, keeping her eyes locked with the dark orbs that hang behind the Goat's skull, lowers to her knees. Arzad places a hand on her head, wrapping the other around the base of his cock. He pulls, slowly, from Jessie. Her body grips him, her snug pink pussy clinging to the ebony spear that Arzad wields. Still, he pulls it free, the fat head dripping with a mixture of his and Jessie's ecstasy. Cecilia's breath comes slowly, gulping down a mouth full of spit. Her eyes run down his white form to the jet black appendage he uses to entice Amazons. She gulps once more, eyes returning to his.

        Cecilia opens her mouth, tilting her head back. She allows her tongue to fall down her chin, hands on his hips as she offers her throat to him. Arzad leans in and launches a hot glob of spit into Cecilia's mouth, showing her zero respect as a Priestess. He slaps the heavy head of his cock onto her tongue and pushes forward. She gags on his length, but he ignores her, forcing more and more down her throat, her neck bulging with his meat. She chokes on him, gulping down what she can of her spit, and their salty cum. He pushes further. Further. Her nose presses to his groin, nestled in the musky patch of soft white hair just above his cock. She feels his balls rest against her chin, quickly refilling themselves with plenty of seed. 

        "If I didn't enjoy your mother so much, and so /often/," He grunts, holding her in place. Arzad pumps his hips a handful of times, smashing his body against her face. Cecilia's caramel cheeks glow red, her eyes watering as she struggles for breath. "Then I'd punish you for making me wait, toy." He releases her and frees his cock of her throat. Cecilia gasps, coughing as she refills her lungs with air. Spit runs down her chin, dripping onto the nothingness that was the floor below her. "Be sure to tell her to return to me, when I done with you. I intend to make that one my bride." Cecilia nods.

        "Yes Master Arzad," She gasps, looking up at him. He grabs her head once more and roughly pulls her up, pressing his heavy balls in her face, against her mouth and nose. Placing her hands on his hips once more, Cecilia inhales deeply, smelling his dominant musk, taking in as much of the drug like scent as she can.

        "Clean me," He commands. She nods against him, pushing her tongue out. She laps at his nuts, unable to do much else as he holds her in place. Her hot tongue moves over what it can reach, licking it clean, tasting the sweaty orbs. He releases her and Cecilia quickly opens her mouth, sucking them in, slurping loudly on them. She stares up at him, gulping her spit down as she sucks him clean. He lets his cock fall against her face, splattering a mess against her flesh. She doesn't flinch, dragging her tongue along the underside of his cock, licking it clean, letting it drag against her features, smearing any and all make-up she had on, making her look like nothing more than the whore she was for Arzad. 

        "Taste them," He grunts. "Taste your people. All the women of your village who have offered me worship since you last cleaned your master. Taste them all." And Cecilia did. A flood of lurid flavor filled her mouth and tainted her spit. Soon it was all she could taste and would be for a very, very long time. She lapped him clean, until the ebony rod shined as if it were dipped in oil. Arzad chuckles, enjoying how obedient Cecilia was. Not even the most depraved women of her village would do as she did. Then again, that's why he made her his sole priestess, isn't it?

        Arzad's massive hand came down on Jessie's thick ass cheek. She yelps, her pale doughy ass jiggling, her right leg bending back, the heel pressing into her other cheek as she moans, unable to control her body. Arzad grips that cheek, spreading it, displaying her to her new Mistress. Cecilia looks up at him, blushing, but nods. She releases his hips and moves behind Jessie. Cecilia presses her tongue against the Jester's inner thigh, dragging it slowly up, lapping the still hot seed that drips from her. She nestles her face between those ample cheeks, closing her eyes as she laps her hot tongue against the gaping abused asshole of her assistant.

        "Mmmm," Cecilia can't help but moan as she tastes it. Her tongue pushes in and she drinks the seed that Arzad was no doubt using as lube. Arzad chuckles, releasing Jessie's cheek. It claps against Cecilia's face and the Priestess reaches up, groping those thick cheeks, Her fingers sink into that doughy flesh. She squeezes harder, enjoying the feeling of it under her palms. Arzad grabs Jessie's blonde hair and pulls her head back. He lifts her as she hangs limply, moans escaping her near-unconscious body. Placing his other hand on her bloated stomach, he pushes and Cecilia's eyes shoot open as a torrent of hot seed gushes into her mouth. She gulps and gulps and gulps every last drop, feeling it running down her chin, splattering on her heavy breasts.

        He drops Jessie, letting her lay once more, and grabs Cecilia's hair. Pulling her to her feet, his muscular form pressed to her back, Arzad sinks his teeth into her neck. "Nyyaaaah!" She cries out, her body shaking as he leaves a deep mark in her flesh. Reaching around her, Arzad places a hand on Jessie's hips and rolls the Jester onto her back. A trail of cum runs from between Jessie's legs all the way up her stomach and between her breasts, until finally splattering over her entire face, like a mask. 

        Arzad pushes Cecilia back down to her knees. "Clean, pig," He grunts. She nods, not needing to be told twice. Cecilia begins lapping at Jessie's body, licking her flesh clean of the mess. She works up her stomach, which is bloated with hours worth of Arzad's pleasure. To her breasts, the nipples swollen and abused. She licks her neck, finding a similar bite mark upon it, until she finds herself laying on top of Jessie. Cecilia spreads her legs, feet on either side of Jessie. She goes to begin cleaning the Jester's face but feels Arzad's hands on her hips.

        He thrusts forward, without warning, his ebony rod cramming itself up Cecilia's tight ass. She cries out as his hips clap her thick ass cheeks, forcing her forward, as far as she can go. She feels a sticky substance cover her cleavage as her breasts are forced into Jessie's face, wiping some of the hot white cream from the Jester. She gasps, trying to prop herself up as to not smother her poor assistant. Arzad draws back, sliding nearly the entire length of his cock from her. Her hands scramble for the edge of the marble altar.

        As she manages to grab a hold of it, Arzad thrusts and her hands are torn away, breasts falling back into Jessie's face. "Yaaaah!" She squeals, the clap of his loins against her ass echoing in the room of nothingness. Then he lets her feel it. After two simple thrusts, the demon overlord unloads for her. He pumps a torrent of thick hot seed into her ass, more than any mortal could even dream of achieving. It floods her. She feels it bubbling in her belly and could swear she tasted it as he pulled from her ass, and let the sticky nectar drool from her freshly gaped hole.

        Panting and sweating, Cecilia collapses atop Jessie, looking over her shoulder at the chuckling Arzad. She feels his thick fingers toying with her ass as he gets a sloppy palm full of seed and spreads it over his cock, stroking himself threateningly. Cecilia shivers as she feels the hot head press to her aching cunt. This was going to be a very long night.

{DF} The Madame ~ Chapter 1

Chapter 1
New Arrivals

         Beatrix Boudoir, the most famous human in the Seven Kingdoms. Her enchanting beauty is spoken about throughout the entire world, not because it surpasses all others, but because it's for sale. She's a quite short woman, though most humans are, with creamy white skin. It's the palest most have ever seen and some even say it begins to glow when blanketed in the moonlight. This is due to the fact that Beatrix rarely leaves home before the sun goes down and rarely returns home before it rises once more. Her features are quite simple, yet enticing. Pouty lips, which are always painted a gentle shade of pink. She has large green eyes, which always bear a mischievous twinkle. Dark red hair cascades down to her shoulders, reaching between her shoulder blades, a red silk cloth wrapped around her forehead.

         Her large bust is displayed by a snug corset, which hugs her slender waist. Her skirt is open in the front, barely extending passed her hips, while the back reaches down to her calves, hiding her large rear end. A matching pair of panties hug her hips, but little else covers her crotch. Beatrix makes sure to display her long legs as much as she can, opting for an ankle high boot. The boots bear a large heel, as she needs all the help in the height department she can get. Fine gloves cover her hands and sleeves, which connect to nothing, extend from her wrists to her upper arms. A long scarlet cloak almost always rests upon her shoulders, though it stays open, as to not hide her womanly figure from the world.

         A collection of heavy golden necklaces jingle around Beatrix's neck, most snug against her soft skin. A number of bracelets wrap around her right wrist, her left bare of any jewelry. Some say Beatrix's common features were so attractive because she wasn't actually human. Depending on who you ask, you'll get a different explanation for it. Some say she's a succubus, who thrives on mortal desire. Others say she's a magi that's fled from Magie and uses charms to hide herself. The most popular rumor, however, is that Beatrix Boudoir is truly Barena, Goddess of love, lust, and carnal desire. But others dismiss such claims. "The gods aren't criminals," they say. Meanwhile Beatrix is most certainly a criminal.

         Beatrix Boudoir is a Madame, the owner and operator of a brothel. Not only that, but she's also The Madame. Beatrix owns every single whorehouse in the seven kingdoms and is hailed as one of the eight crime bosses of the underworld. She's quite the big deal.

         As she stepped from her caravan, stomach warm with orcish brandy, the Madame is greeted by two large men that stood just outside of a mansion. The building towers into the auburn sky, large ivory pillars holding a balcony above the porch. There are three floors, as well as an attic, and plenty of people to fill all of that space. While the lowest floor is mostly sitting rooms, the kitchen, and servants' quarters, the top two floors are packed with rooms for Beatrix's employees. The attic, which is the size of an entire floor, serves as the Madame's own personal quarters. Around the back of the mansion is a small hatch, which leads down to a well-stocked wine cellar.

         "Evening, Madame Boudoir," One of the doormen grunts. The other gives a small bow, acknowledging the scarlet hair beauty. She gives a small nod, allowing them to open the large oak doors for her, and enters the brothel. A warm air envelopes Beatrix, the scent of baking pastries dancing through the air. The merry chatter of Boudoir's many employees drifts from the central sitting room, not too far from the door. Quieter, much more sensual talk comes from the 'Scarlet Lounge' where employees do their best to up-sell new clients, as well as keep the regulars interested.

         Beatrix enters the central sitting room, but doesn't stop to chat. She presses her forefingers to her soft lips and blows a quick kiss to the room as the men and women talk over one another to greet their Madame. Just passed that room, which is crowded with plush sofas, cushy armchairs, and fluffy pillows, are a pair of french doors. Their glass is frosted and a royal purple cloth hangs behind them, shielding the room from prying eyes. Through that thin cloth, the forms of people, all lined up and awaiting their new employer, can be seen in the flickering candle light. Another form paces back in forth in front of them, slowly, eyeing them down.

         The Madame pulls one of the doors open just slightly, only enough to slip inside, and closes it behind her. The room is small, the smallest in the entire mansion as even the bathrooms are a good size. Tall candle holders fill each corner, large colorful candles lit inside them. Against the back wall is a single armchair, which is vacant. In the center of the room, four people are lined up and stripped of clothing. They'd be completely naked if not for the collars snug around each of their necks. A small marking is branded into their left hips. Two burly men, swords on their hips, stand in the room, watching these five like hawks. A woman paces before them, stern look on her face.

         An intimidating presence emanates from this woman, one much stronger than either of the armed guards. Her eyes are covered with dark glasses and her black hair is tied into a messy bun. Her ears are quite long, sticking out either side of her round face. Her chest is hefty and her rear fat. Polished leather hugs her curves, a whip hanging from her hip, among other things. She would be a truly frightening person if it weren't for the fact that she was a halfling. It's tough to be scared by someone who only stands as tall as your waist. Despite this, Olivia Cotton seemed to have the new hires thoroughly intimidated as they awaited their Madame.

         Beatrix walks around the edges of the small room, running her eyes over the line of people. Seemingly satisfied, she plants her round rear end in the armchair and leans back. "Alright, listen up!" Olivia barks. The four naked slaves jump, each one quickly standing tall. Olivia marches her way to the center of the room, standing with a wide stance. She plants her hands on her hips and takes a moment to glare at each person. "You lot aren't Alorna's slaves no more! You're employees of Madame Beatrix Boudoir and it's time to start acting like it! You're to live with poise and dignity! Get rid of those collars!"

         They hesitate for a moment. Olivia grabs the handle of her whip and pulls it from her belt, letting it crack loudly as she strikes the air. Their hands move as quickly as possible, fumbling with the fine leather collars, trying to unbuckle them as quickly as possible. They each toss their collars away, hands shaking as they get yelled at by this pint sized dominatrix. "My, my, Alorna has done quite the number on you," Beatrix sighs. She lays her chin in her hand, leaning against the right armrest, and runs her eyes over the new recruits. "It seems she gets more and more ruthless with each passing day. I ache for the souls daft enough to cross her." Beatrix pouts her lips out and pats her chest, just over her heart.

         She was surprised to find so many valid candidates among Alorna's stable. She didn't actually have room for all four of them, but there were other jobs to be done within the brothel. Besides, with a few new women, she may be able to send some of her more loyal employees out to revive one of the red light districts that isn't doing well. But who shall she put to work and who should be sent to the servant's quarters?

         There were two women and two men, each chosen for a different reason. The men were vastly different. One was a large, burly, bear of a man. His features were mostly human, though he looked more canine than man. He wore a large beard that crawled up his cheeks, and messy black hair. His chest and arms had their own layer of hair and across his right peck were three jagged scars. As if a a beast had torn into him with particularly sharp claws. His eyes are a light brown, but look amber as the candle light hits them. Hanging between his legs was a sizable cock. It was a good size, plenty to satisfy most women, but not nearly as big as Beatrix liked her employees to have. He wasn't good enough for her clients, but plenty for her girls.

         "You," She says, pointing a long finger at him. He opens his mouth but she holds out her palm, silencing him. "I don't care what your name is, introduce yourself at another time. Stand up straight, don't be so meek." He nods and does as he's told. Straightening his back, he stands quite tall, almost as tall as the door frame behind him. Taking a deep breath, the man tries to relax. He does his best to remember who he was before becoming Alorna's property. He was once a brave warrior. "You aren't what I'm looking for, as far as male talent is concerned. However, we're always in need of new bodyguards." Beatrix looks to one of the armed guards. "Bhec, I'll leave this one to you."

         Bhec nods. "Of course Madame Boudoir." The guard offers the newest member of security a loincloth, who gladly takes it, and leads him out of the room. Meanwhile, Beatrix sizes up the other man. He's much smaller and quite slender. His skin is pale and almost yellow in color. He barely has any muscle and zero definition among his body. His features are sharp, his nose coming to a small point. He has large green eyes and bleach white hair, which runs down his back as if it's never been cut. A wood elf. His kind are rare outside of the forests of Braconnier. Even rarer so for it to be a man. Having him in her brothel will certainly bring clientele craving exotic bed mates. Not to mention the large cock which swings between his slender legs.

         "You." She says, pointing. She curls her finger, beckoning him. The elf hesitates. He catches sight of the glare hidden beneath Olivia's dark glasses and quickly moves forward. Beatrix sits up as he approaches, waving for him to come closer and closer until he stands only inches away. She takes a moment to admire the sheer size of his cock. It was too large for someone to hold with one hand, but not quite big enough for two. The fat head would stick out, a good inch of shaft just behind it. The skin was perfectly smooth, a single large vein running down the length of it, and he was uncut, a look Beatrix quite enjoyed.

         The elf inhaled sharply as he watched Beatrix reach out and wrap a soft hand around him. She lifted it, feeling the weight in her palm, and stroked slowly. Beatrix looked up, locking her sparkling green eyes with his own. His pale cheeks blushed a deep red and he closed his eyes. Beatrix chuckles, enjoying embarrassing the shy elf. She'd have to make sure he could handle being with a women before allowing him to take on clients, but he certainly had the proper size for it. And, as it grew larger and larger in her hands, throbbing to life, she found herself able to wrap a second hand around it. Of course, she could only wrap the hand around, not really able to do much stroking with so little room left over, but it was a satisfying feeling.

         "Wonderful, step aside and keep it this way," she commands. He nods, stepping over to stand beside Beatrix's arm chair. "You," She points to one of the women. Much like the elf, she's small as well. Not quite as small as Olivia, but definitely small. Her skin is a gentle pink, her hair a brilliant red, matching Beatrix's own. Her body isn't all that impressive. Quite flat without much of an ass, but on her back was a pair of large butterfly wings coated in colorful patterns. She was a fairy, a sexual being. Lust was what kept her alive and living somewhere like a brothel was perfect for her kind. She didn't seem nearly as nervous as the others. "Come." Beatrix commands.

         The fairy comes forward, walking to the Madame. She stands where the elf stood, her hands behind her back. A small smile rests on her lips, large blue eyes staring at Beatrix as she awaits command. "So cute," Beatrix says, reaching up. She lays her palm beneath the fairy's chin, using her fingers to squeeze her chubby cheeks. The pink woman giggles. "You look so innocent though! Have you ever seen a cock, dear? Do you know what to do with them?" The fairy nods, giggling. Her wings flutter behind her. "Show me." Beatrix nods to the throbbing hard elf beside her.

         She doesn't need to be told twice. The fairy quickly lowers to her knees, sitting in front of the elf. She wraps her small pink hands around him, pumping up and down his shaft. The fae wastes no time. She pushes the fat head into her mouth, wrapping her lips around his thick shaft. Beatrix sits back in her chair, watching the display. The way the Fairy takes more and more of that cock down her throat. Spit so sloppily drooling down his heavy nuts. The Madame reaches out and places a hand on the Fairy's bulging neck. She squeezes gently, rubbing the elf through her throat.

         "Such a talented little thing," Beatrix tuts. "I'm sure Alorna's stable guards will miss having you around." The fairy's pretty pink cheeks grow darker as she blushes, her wings fluttering erratically behind her. The Madame smiles and looks to her final employee. The sounds of sloppy sucking like music to her ears as she looks over the other woman. This one towers over everyone in the room, having to duck when she goes through doors. Her legs are long, ending in small polished hooves. Shaggy black fur runs up to her knees, breaking to dark caramel skin. Her thighs are thick and muscular, leading to a pair of wide hips and toned abs. Her breasts hang heavily from her chest, each one larger than a man's head. She has long rounded ears, which hang floppily from her skull, a long horn jutting out just above each one. The sharp tips of her horns are capped off with polished silver, keeping them from being used as weapons.

         As Beatrix meets the Minotaur's eyes, she quickly shy's away, looking to the ground. Her hand rubs her opposite elbow, her caramel cheeks growing rosie red. The Madame smiles, rising to her feet. "Marnie, no?" She asks. The Minotaur's shoulders go tense as she hears her name. She peeks up, just a bit, unable to fully meet Beatrix's eyes. Beatrix leans forward, pushing her face into the shy woman's view, and offers a kind smile. "Alorna mentioned you to me." Alorna had mentioned Marnie. She said not to take her, that she'd be awful in this line of work, but Beatrix ignored her. Despite being a hardened criminal, the Madame had a kinder heart than most. She knew of Marnie's harsh past and, instead of putting her to work like she would with the fairy and the elf, she intended to give her a more comfortable life among her servants. "I don't have much need for three new employees, but we do have a need for a new chef. Our last one went off to cook for some twat in a castle."

         Marnie lifted her head a little more, still clearly nervous as the Crime Boss spoke to her. "I... I can cook," the Minotaur squeaked.

         "Good, then you'll be our new chef. The job pays quite well, much better than those royal twats would pay." Beatrix quite enjoys the word twat. "Tomorrow I'll have a few members of security escort you to some tailors so you can find some clothes fitting for a chef. As well as to an ink master, so we might do something about that nasty mark on your hip." Beatrix turns her focus to the second armed guard. "Zadar, escort Marnie to the servants' quarters and help her find something to wear for the time being." The guard nods. "Olivia, take care of these two. Teach them their place."

         "It'd be my pleasure, Madame," Olivia says, a grin coming to her little round face. Satisfied, Beatrix leaves the room. As she opens the french doors once more, she nearly runs right into a pair of people. One is a large man made of mostly muscle. He has a stern look on his face, as he usually does, and looks very uncomfortable in a room full of nearly naked women. The other is a woman, much shorter than the man, and even shorter than Beatrix who is quite small herself. She hasn't much in the ways of curves or breasts. Her little round bottom pouts out in the most perfect way. Her features are quite simply human. A slightly squared jaw, which leads to a round chin. Long brown hair that hangs freely behind her and very dark brown eyes. So dark that they may be mistaken for black.

         A red leather collar rests around her neck, a simple white dress hugging her body. She has a large belt around the waist of her dress and a small smile on her lips. These two were Mortar and Ava. "Lady Ava! I almost didn't recognize you without all of the jewelry," Beatrix beams. She wraps her arms around the girl and pulls her into a tight hug, Ava's face pressing into the Madame's ample chest. Beatrix doesn't release her as she turns her attention to Mortar. Ava blushes slightly, but gladly nuzzles into Beatrix's warm bust. "It was kind of you to deliver her here, Mortar."

         "Orders from Lady Alorna," He says with a small shrug.

         "Still, it was quite kind of you to do so," Beatrix insists. She hooks two fingers underneath Ava's collar. "I am, however, a little surprised to see you're still around. Alorna never has the same pair of bodyguards when she visits me. She must really like you and the other one. What's his name? Block?" Mortar goes to correct her, but thinks better of it. The Madame was a kind soul, but he didn't know her all that well and would rather not receive her scorn. Brick would simply have to be called Block for the time being. "And I heard she's taken on a third bodyguard! My, my, how the times have changed."

         Beatrix looks down at Ava, gently tugging her away from her chest. "But not you, you're just as I remember you, no?" Ava smiles and nods gently. She'd always been a very shy girl. Beatrix figured she wouldn't hear her sweet voice until they were tucked away in a more private area of the mansion. She looks back to Mortar. "Feel free to stay a while, my dear. I'm sure the girls are all happy to see you again." Mortar clears his throat, adjusting his armor slightly. He peeks out of the corner of his eye, looking at all the women lounging around the room. There are a good handful of the girls looking him over, a certain hunger in their eyes.

         It isn't often Beatrix's women get their hands on a warrior. Most who frequent her establishment in Désir are noblemen. They tend to be quite scrawny or rotund, with very little stamina. Truly, the only thing that makes spending even a second in bed with them is their coin. And there are some who do only last a mere second. When a man like Mortar walks in the door, each and every one of the women feel themselves aching for his touch. The touch of a real man. Of course, none of them will get paid for entertaining Alorna's bodyguard, but they don't mind. All who lounge around so lazily aren't taking paying clients at the moment anyways.

         As Mortar turns his gaze back to Beatrix, he finds that the Madame has disappeared. She's already approaching the stairs, Ava in tow. As their employer leaves the room, some of the women hop up, crowding around Mortar as they each vie for his attention. Beatrix and Ava ascend the steps, the Madame's fingers still hooked in Ava's collar as she pulls her along. They head up, up, up to the top floor and then up again into Beatrix's quarters.

         The Madame's room is quite large, to say the least. It's only in here you can see just how massive the interior of the house truly is. It has a single pair of walls, nestled in the far corner, which house the bathroom. White pillars, which hold the roof afloat, jut from the floor periodically, each one glowing with a string of glass baubles. Inside the baubles is the pulsating light of mana, which illuminates the large room. The floor has plush carpeting, soft enough to sleep upon. In the center of the room is a massive bed, set into the ground, large enough to house four or five people. Giant pillows lay all around it, large bolts of silky cloth hanging between each of the pillars which surround the cozy area. In one of the corners is a make-shift closet. A large circle of armoire, wardrobes, and dressers. A mirror, which reaches from the floor to the ceiling, is stamped to the wall.

         In another corner is Beatrix's personal library. Multiple large bookcases, each filled as much as possible, surround a large armchair, a matching foot rest sat just in front of it. Quite a few of the books seem salacious in nature, though there are plenty of regular books. History seems to be Beatrix's favorite non-sexual thing to read about. In the final corner is a large table with eight chairs settled around it. A pair of cabinets filled with various exotic teas, as well as tea pots and cups to drink them from rest behind it. Even more cabinets sit beside those filled with a myriad of sweets and snacks.

         Beatrix leads Ava to the back, where the bathroom is. Inside are a pair of servant girls. One holds a large wooden handle, gently stirring the steaming water within a large bath. Rose petals float delicately on the surface, a sweet smell filling the large room. The servant girls see Beatrix, offer polite curtsies, and head off, giving the Madame privacy. "It must have been quite some time since you enjoyed a proper bath, Lady Ava," Beatrix says, gesturing to the water. Ava takes in a deep breath, enjoying the hot, cherry scented, air on such a cool night. "I take it Alorna can't treat you to such things, nearly as much she would like to, so allow me spoil you for the next few weeks."

         "Thank you Madame," Ava breathes, opening her eyes. "Will you be joining me?" She turns her eyes to Beatrix. "Can you join me?" Beatrix smiles, gently lifting Ava's head. She leans in and places a light kiss upon her lips.

         "You enjoy yourself for now. I have a few matters to attend to, but I'll be back very soon." Ava nods and watches as Beatrix departs. The young woman bites her lip, looking back the water. She approaches it slowly, running her fingers across the top of the steaming liquid. Smiling, Ava unbuckles her belt and lets it fall to the tiles at her feet. She pulls her white dress off and slides the sandals from her aching feet. She wasn't used to having to walk so long, but her and Mortar couldn't simply bring a caravan into Désir. The walk from the stables to the brothel, which rests in the center of town, was quite a long one.

         Ava goes up the three small steps leading into the tub and dips her foot in. She inhales deeply, feeling her muscles immediately relaxing as she places her foot at the floor of the tub. It had truly been a long time since she had a proper bath. She definitely enjoyed being Alorna's personal slave more than her old life, but if she could have one thing back, it'd be the hot baths. As a royal, she would take two, sometimes three baths a day, each one lasting at least an hour. To just sit in the tub and let the nicely scented water relax you was a thousand times better than any masseuse.

         Ava leaned back against the tub and closed her eyes. She was already clean, having bathed in a waterfall just before arriving, so she didn't need to do anything but sit back and relax. She wondered what Beatrix had to go and do. It was most likely something Ava wouldn't approve of. Property of a criminal or not, Ava saw herself as a person of good morals and didn't enjoy having to see what Alorna and Beatrix actually did. It was easier to simply love them as the good people she knew they were, than to judge them for their lines of work, regardless of what the rest of the world said.

         As Ava slipped into her own world, she heard the door open and close once more. After a few moments, the water rippled gently against her soft flesh as someone joined her. They drift beside her in the tub and loop a slender arm around her waist. She smiles as she feels the person pull her closer, their heavy breasts becoming soft pillows for the former Royal. "Open your eyes, Ava. I've a gift for you." Ava's eyes flutter open and she looks up at Beatrix. The Madame smiles and nods ahead. Ava enjoys being pressed to Beatrix for a few more moments before sitting back up, and looking to where she was directed.

         Sitting on the edge of the tub is a man. His skin is a dark mahogany, just a few shades darker than Alorna's chocolate body. He's muscular, body toned and built like a God. Hanging between his spread legs is a heavy cock. The large, uncut head floats in the water. His heavy balls are massive and filled with the biggest load of cum in the entire brothel. This was Grimm, Beatrix's top earner and an old friend of Ava's.

         The Royal smiled, her heart fluttering at the sight of him. She drifts forward, finding a comfortable resting place between his legs. Her hands wrap around his dark shaft, stroking up and down slowly, her touch gentle. "Had I known you were coming, I would have been up here, awaiting you already," Grimm says. His voice is deep with a thick accent. He's half dark-elf, sharing many features, as well as an accent, with Alorna. His other half is orcish, giving him a strong form and a large cock. Ava smiles up at him, enjoying feeling the weight of his fat cock in her hands. "Perhaps tomorrow we can get all of the other men together, so we may give you a proper welcome," He teases.

         Ava blushes, letting him run a hand through her long hair. She bites her lip, lowering her eyes. She looks to his length, watching her pale hands stroke it up and down, enjoying the beautiful contrasts in color. "I haven't been with a man in a long time," Ava admits, peeking up at him for a moment. "You'll... you'll have to teach me again," She whispers. He smiles. Ava leans in and lays a soft kiss against him abs. She kisses her way down, along his powerful muscles, feeling him growing and throbbing to an impossible length in her hands. She hefts that heavy slab of meat up and leans in close.

         Ava kisses one of his heavy hanging nuts. She moves to the other one, taking it in her mouth. "Mmm," Grimm can't help but moan. Out of practice or not, Ava clearly hadn't forgotten how to please him. She wrapped her soft lips around his ball and slurped lewdly upon it. Even the slightest taste of him made her mouth water, and soon drool coated it. Grimm leaned back a little, looking down at Ava, breathing slow, deep breaths. He watched her small hands pumping up and down his shaft, much too large for her to use a single hand. He watched the way she kissed and sucked his balls, worshiping them as if they belonged to a God.

         Ava lets him free of her lips with a lewd 'pop'. Letting her tongue hang out, she drags it against the underside of his cock, slowly, taking her time to tease him. Grimm lets out another moan, reaching out and running his fingers through Ava's long hair. He moved it out of her face, meeting her beautiful eyes. She bites her lip, wrapping her hands close to the base of his cock. Ava waves it back and forth in front of herself, before slapping it against her face. "So big," She moans, teasing Grimm. He moans, watching her slap herself with his fat cock.

         With a smile, Ava takes it in her mouth. She pushes it down, down, as far as she can get it. Her lips reach about halfway before she lets out a gag and has to pull back. Licking her lips, Ava tries again. She pushes it back down her throat, gagging once more, but holds it there. She wiggles slightly, trying to fit more. Grimm can barely contain himself at this display. His legs tense slightly and he breathes deeply, letting out a small chuckle. There's no way Ava will be able to fit his entire length down her throat. Not only was he extra long, but he was thicker than her slender wrist. He was impressed she could even get half of it down.

         Still, Ava kept trying. She pulled back and let a large glob of spit splatter onto the throbbing head. She quickly spread it all over his meaty shaft before spitting on it again. "Fuck, Ava," Grimm breathes, feeling himself throb and pulse in her deft hands. She leans in, taking it back in her mouth. Ava closes her eyes, determined to get all the way to the base. She bobs her head up and down, letting lewd gagging and choking noises escape her greedy throat. Drool runs down his length, dripping down his heavy nuts into the bath as she does such a sloppy job.

         Her hot spit runs down her chin and onto her chest, the dark make-up around her eyes starting to run. She wiggles her hips, giving a final push as her nose hits Grimm's pelvis. He shudders, groaning happily as she manages to take the whole thing in. Ava pulls back, gasping for air. Her pale cheeks are bright red, tears springing from her eyes. She smiles and laughs, so proud of herself. Her hands keep pumping up and down his shaft.

         Ava rises to her feet, giving Beatrix a nice look at her round bottom as she climbs into Grimm's lap. He puts his hands on her lower back, keeping her from falling, and slides into the water. The Princess presses her body to him, moaning as she feels the fat spit lubed head press to her aching lips. The taste of his juicy cock and balls still strong on her tongue as she sits down. She shivers as it pushes passed her lips, forcing her snug tunnel to stretch. Grimm does his best to be gentle with her, but Ava seems impatient. She pushes and pushes atop it, whining as pain mixes with pleasure.

         Her breaths come quickly, like a bitch in heat, tongue hanging from her open mouth. She slides down that massive pole, quivering as it fills her drooling cunt. She squeezes her eyes shut and Grimm grabs hold of her round ass, keeping her from going any further. Despite her enthusiasm, getting carried away like this would only hurt the sweet little pet. Grimm chuckles, letting Ava press her face into his neck. He begins lifting her, slowly. He feels her tight pink lips gripping around his shaft, not wanting to let even an inch free as he lifts her up, up, up, just before sliding her back down.

         She gasps, crying out as he pushes his length back into her, her toes curling. Then again and again. Ava can do nothing but take it, getting used like a common fucktoy. She grips the edge of the tub, shaking in his arms as he impales her on that massive, throbbing black dick. "Look at you, so beautiful, so perfect," He whispers to her, enjoying the lewd noises escaping this prim and proper Princess. Enjoying the noises he's making come from her. "I think I'll keep you to myself for tonight. I'm not in a sharing mood."

         "Pleeeease," Ava begs. She wants nothing more than to spend the entire night sandwiched between Grimm and Beatrix. She spent most of her time serving Alorna. While she truly enjoyed pampering the chocolate slaver, it was nice to be the center of attention for a brief time. Grimm kept her just there. He held her in place, thrusting slowly, letting her feel his fat cock pushing in and out of her aching body. The thick head teased her womb, threatening to shoot the thickest, gooiest load Ava had ever felt inside of it. It really wouldn't be much longer before he did that.

         He could feel his body reacting to Ava's. The ache in his balls growing larger and larger. His muscles tensed as he held back, wanting to make Ava moan and whine for his cock for as long as he could. The water splashes around them. "Harder," Ava whispers. Grimm obliges. His thrusts come faster, working her snug box. He manages to fit his entire length inside her, letting his thighs clap against her. He grunts and moans, teeth clenched as he works Ava over.

         She presses tight against him, squeezing her eyes shut. A wave of immeasurable pleasure washes over her entire body, forcing her to shake uncontrollably in his arms. She gasps and moans, her legs tight on either side of him. Her arms tense around his neck and she hugs him tightly, cumming for him. Her already tight pussy squeezes tight, fitting him like a glove as she becomes a quivering wreck in his arms. Grimm smiles and lays a kiss against the side of her head, pushing himself balls deep into the Princess.

         He moans with her, letting a hot torrent of thick cum flood her. It shoots like a hose, exploding deep inside her womb and filling it to the absolute limit. There's still more as it surges through his cock and splatters Ava's snug fuck hole, squirting lewdly out between them. Ava goes still, laying against him as she feels it fill her. So hot. So thick. It fills her body completely, her flat tummy bloating slightly as her slender frame struggles to contain it. Grimm holds her tight, letting her enjoy the feeling of being filled like a pastry. Ava can't do much but moan and whimper against him, her hips moving slowly as she grinds gently atop him.

         Beatrix moves closer, sitting just behind Ava. She runs a gentle hand up and down the Princess' back and lays a soft kiss upon Ava's cheek. "What are your rates at again Grimm? How much must I pay you to keep us company for the night?" She asks. A small smile comes to Ava's lips, her cheeks hot as she blushes. She wasn't sure if she'd be able handle a full night of, not only Grimm, but Beatrix as well... But she'd sure as Hell try.

{DF} High Priestess Cecilia ~ Chapter 2

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.

{DF} High Priestess Cecilia ~ Chapter 1

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.