3 comments/ 21534 views/ 4 favorites Dark Acolyte Ch. 01 By: penthesword Nestled in the far back corner of a roadside tavern called the Gelded Gryphon, Zerafina opened the battered tome, the aged yellow page crinkling between her fingers. She had taken the steel banded tome after her former master, a warlock of no small skill, had perished in battle defending his tower from a nearby baron. It seemed that all of the dark magic in the world could not save a person from having six inches of steel thrust through their chest. Zerafina had gathered up here few possessions as soon as she received word of her former master's demise from her small demon familiar Tidget, knowing full well how the baron and his followers would treat the local warlock's former servant. In addition to her apprentice robe and mystic paraphernalia, she had taken the tome from its place of prominence in her master's library. It was her former master's magnus opus, the life work he had had devoted most of his waking moments to completing. He had not taken the time to explain to Zerafina the details of all it contained or how to decipher its mystic code, but she did know that it contained the written record of his accumulated knowledge. Zerafina ran her long, alabaster fingers along the dark red lettering that swam across the page. She knew that the key to unlocking the tome's mystic formulae was to concentrate so that her mind was in syncopation with the patter of the swirling designs. She also knew that the tome's pages were not in sequential order and had the habit of moving themselves around at their own perverse whim. Discovering which pages combined to complete which spells was of utmost importance, as her master had loved to regale her with tales of the tragic outcomes of warlocks whose ambition outstretched their ability. If Zerafina was interested in learning all of the knowledge contained in the tome, it would take her decades, and Zerafina, young as she was, had little interest in ruining her eyes simply to become a bent backed old hag who would probably end up being killed by a bunch of ignorant farmers. No, Zerafina had once witnessed a particular spell, a spell that the young would-be witch was eager to work for her own benefit. She gingerly turned the page, but her mind was elsewhere, remembering when her master had performed the ritual she was so eagerly pursuing. The ritual had taken place in her master's dark chapel, located at the very top of his tower. The chapel was dedicated to the blasphemous demons he consorted with, giving them sacrifice in exchange for further knowledge. He had but recently purchased a slave, a dusky woman with full, ripe breasts, and soft, curving hips, from a wandering band of skyrrim. The woman had been hard used by the skyrrim, but the dark lords of night were not interested in her purity. In fact, her broken spirit and submissive resignation to her fate were like honey to them, calling to them across the cold void. The woman had been chained, hand and foot, to the basalt altar. Dark symbols of lust and bondage had been painted on to her naked body wit the blood of recently slaughtered goat. Zerafina's master was naked as well but for a mask fashioned to represent the avatar of Nyyphus, Dark Lord of Chained Lust. The ceremonial candles had been lit, filling the air with their cloying sensual smoke. Zerafina was clad in her acolyte robes, and her breasts were uncomfortably bound. She wore a simple white mask devoid of features to mask her sex. Her master did not want to risk Zerafina being confused as part of the sacrifice. Her master's chant started slowly, a susurration of syllables the meaning of which Zerafina could not comprehend. The candles burned lower, and Zerafina stifled a yawn as she shifted her stance to a more comfortable one. Her master's chanting grew lounder, more insistent. Zerafina wondered if her master hadn't somehow missed a crucial step in the summoning as it was evident that nothing was happening. Then she caught sight of it. It was such a subtle shift of the floor that she thought it was a trick of the light from the candles. Then she saw another part of the floor move, well away from the first part, and then another. Her master's chanting was growing hysterical as he nearly screeched the incantation, his whole body shaking violently. Zerafina took an unconscious step forward, and that was when she got a good look at what was moving. Each pool of movement was a fleshy tendril emerging from the base of the altar. Each was the color of soot and ended in a bulbous head the color of fresh spilt blood. Each tendril was about as thick as Zerafina's arm, and she could only guess at their overall length as they emerged from the floor of the chapel. Zerafina watched, wide-eyed, as the tendrils slid over the top edge of the altar, watched as they slid over the naked dusky skin of the woman. The slave opened drugged eyes, shaking her head and trying to squirm away from their unwholesome touch. The chains were too tight, preventing her from moving anywhere. Her movements only excited the tendrils. The slave opened her mouth to scream, and fast as a striking snake, the red fleshy head of a tendril pushed itself into her mouth. Two of the other tendrils snaked up the side of the altar, encircling the slave's full breasts, the heads of the tendrils unfolding like monstrous flowers to encase them, slowly squeezing and milking them. Zerafina felt herself grow wet, unable to look away from the unholy violation. The slave shook against her chains, but her struggles grew weaker and her eyes grew glazed. Zerafina watched as the tendril in the woman's mouth pushed in and out. Two more tendrils slid up, starting at the slave's calves and progressing further and further up. The tendrils tried to slip underneath the slave, but the chain's kept the slave flush against the altar, preventing the tendrils from gaining easy access. The tendrils withdrew from the slave's legs, only to wrap around the chains binding the slave's legs. There was the screeching of metal rending and the slave, her legs suddenly free snapped them shut in a last act of defiance. Zerfaina dipped her hand inside her robes to run along her damp slit as the tendrils pried the slave's legs apart. Zerafina shifted her own position to get a better view as one tendril pushed into the slave's ass as the other tendril invaded her pussy. The slave moaned, her cries muffled by the thick tendril pulsating in her mouth, and Zerafina opened her own legs wider, her finger brushing over her clit and then inside her. Zerafina's master was nearly hoarse at that point, but his chanting had not ceased. More tendrils erupted from the base of the altar, destroying the remaining chains. Zarafina watched as the slave was lifted bodily from the altar, the tendrils wrapping around her, sliding over her flesh as the three pushed in and out of her, pulsing to their own dark rhythm as they pumped the slave full of their seed. Zerafina bit her lip under her mask, caught in the rush of her own orgasm as the slave shook, her body convulsing through a powerful climax. The tendrils slowly withdrew, leaving a trail of slime from the slave's ass, pussy and mouth, her breasts coated with a gummy substance that reminded Zerafina of sap from a fresh cut pine. A dark cowled figure stepped from the shadows, ascending a staircase from the floor that had not been their when the ritual started. The call to the dark lords had been answered. Her master gestured to Zerafina, directing her to lead the slave away so that he might discuss his affairs away from the ears of his too curious and ambitious apprentice. In the present, Zerafina opened her eyes and stared down at the page of the time she had unconsciously turned to, her other hand buried between her legs, playing with her clit as she reminisced about the ritual. The words were legible, the diagrams clear. She had found the ritual to call the demon. Dark Acolyte Ch. 02 Zerafina stared down at the pages of the spell, running her tongue slowly over her lips. She knew the spell would summon the Demon Lord Nyyphas, a demon that her former master, a now deceased warlock thanks to an overly-righteous baron, had frequently bargained with for forbidden knowledge. The problem facing Zerafina, however, was that her master had bartered with the sweet supple flesh of slaves. She did not have nearly the funds required to purchase a slave to sacrifice to the demon's lust, and she didn't want to attract unwanted attention by trying to kidnap someone. Sighing and rubbing her eyes, she looked around the small room she had rented. Having deciphered the scroll, she had approached the keeper of the Gelded Gryphon, the inn she had stopped at for the night. The barkeep, bald and portly, had probably hoped that she was looking for a job, or was willing to be his bedwarmer in exchange for room and board. Zerafina had parted with one of her few silver coins for the room much to his dismay. Her impish familiar Tidget was already curled up on the bed, but Zerafina still found herself, eyes straining, puzzling out the requirements of the ritual. The room was warm at least, and the closed door muted the sounds of the common room below. Zerafina had cast a minor spell, reinforcing the door, insuring that no one would be able to intrude and take advantage of her. As she studied the spell, she noticed that the symbols and runes on the page began to waver and swim. A sense of immediacy overtook her, a compulsion to write down the symbols before they became a meaningless blur. Her master had often stressed to her the importance of concentration of making sure that her mind remained in the necessary state to cast spells. Unfortunately for Zerafina, academia hardly acted as an aphrodisiac and it seemed there needed to be a certain state of sexual arousal for her to make sense of the spell. She had her own book open, the one that her former master had encouraged her to use for her own research, and he had a quill and bottle of ink. Quickly, by the light of the candle, she sketched the symbols into the book. As she moved the quill faster and faster, she felt a tingling that started in her hand, traveled up to her arm, and descended down between her breasts to her pussy in an unmistakable sense of arousal. She felt suddenly dizzy, as if the world was rushing up to meet her, but she was kept from falling out of the chair by a strong hands, Zerafina jerked suddenly, trying to free herself from the unexpected embrace, but the hands held her tight keeping her on the chair. She looked down to see that the appendages emerged straight from the floor, the limbs scaled and ending in six-clawed talons that dug uncomfortably into her soft skin through her thin, low-cut dress. There were four of the limbs, each grabbing a leg or arm. Zerafina felt a scream catch in her throat when out of the candle-formed shadows of the room a broad-shouldered figure appeared. His smooth, hairless skin was the color of marble, and his erection stood rampant in front of him. His eyes were slit like a cats, reflecting green in the dim light, and a thin, long barbed tail whipped behind him. "Art thou the one so foolish as to call me?" The demon's voice was like silk on steel and Zerafina could feel her own unnatural lust grow. She nodded, helpless in the grasp of the claws that her. The demon glanced down at the two tomes on the table between them, then his eyes flicked back to Zerafina, his long tongue lolling from his mouth. "How didst thou come by that book, slut?" the demon queried, his voice unnervingly calm. "It was my master's," Zerafina gasped as one of the claws slid up her leg, one of the talons pressing gently on her pussy through her robe. Her entire being was on the edge of an orgasm that refused to crest, and she could not tear her eyes away from the demon's cock. "The Baron of Gorendale killed him so I took it and fled." The demon made a tsking sound. "And didst not thine master caution thee of the consequences if thou didst conjure me without use of the proper sacrifice?" The demon picked up and moved to the side the table that Zerafina had been using. He ran the back of a clawed finger across Zerafina's cheek. She moaned in ecstasy, the touch enflaming her every nerve. "I... I did not conjure you," she moaned, twisting in the grip of the taloned hands. The claw between her leg rubbed slightly faster against her pussy, and she could feel her pussy dripping. "Didst thou not?" the demon asked with a laugh. He held up Zerafina's book, flipping to where she had copied the symbols and runes of the ritual. "There is more than one way to call a demon, and my kind hears more than just what you utter aloud." He hooked his talons into the front of her robes and pulled down, his claws parting the fabric and exposing her full breasts and taut stomach. He reached down and cupped her breast, his rough thumb playing over her nipple. "Thine old master served me well, though I wonder why he didst keep thee from me. All is not lost, though. Wouldst thou serve me Zerafina?" "Yes!" Zerfaina gasped. The demon's touch was like fire, a pleasure so intense as to be torture. "Serve me and I will give you my dark blessing. Serve me well, and you will ascend in power like no other." Zerafina twisted against the grip of the taloned hands, desperate to touch herself and find release if the demon wouldn't give it to her. The claw between her legs was now rubbing her bare pussy, a talon sliding slowly back and forth between the lips of her pussy. The other talons still held her tight, and she may as well have tried to escape iron bonds. The demon's tail lashed out, wrapping around Zerafina's throat. It pulled her head forward and down, the demon's cock brushing against her chin, her lips. "Worship me, Zerafina, and I will give to thee the means to power." The demon pulled Zerfaina's long black hair back as he pulled her down further. The head of his cock pushed past her lips and Zerafina opened her mouth wide to accept its girth. She closed her eyes, trying to relax, her tongue running along the underside of the demon's cock. Her eyes snapped open as the demon pushed deeper yet, the head of his cock pressing to the back of her throat. She tried to pull away, but the demon's tail prevented her from moving her head, and the claws held her body still. The talon in her pussy probed deeper, and she could feel it curling inside of her body. She felt her pussy clench around the digit, trying to pull it deeper inside. "Thou art a sweet slave," the demon purred, the base of his cock resting against Zerafina chin, the head of his cock pushing into her throat. She worked her tongue against the cock invading her mouth as the demon pinched and twisted her nipple. Zerafina felt the clawed talon probing her withdraw slightly, only to be replaced by two of the digits. She moaned louder, both in pleasure and in surprise that it didn't hurt more than it did. She breathed shallowly through her nose, sucking hard on the demon's hot cock. The demon, for its part, started to thrust its hips back and forward, fucking Zerafina's face. She felt her throat tighten around the demon's thick head. Suddenly the demon pulled back, the head of his cock leaving Zerafina's mouth with an audible pop, leaving her gasping for air. Out of the corner of her eye, Zerafina saw Tidget pick his head up off the bed and grin at her. Her impish familiar twisted himself around to watch, his small fist wrapped around his own diminutive, but erect dick. The demon's tail unwrapped itself from her neck, and the demon lord let go of her long hair. The talon in her pussy pulled out, leaving Zerafina to gasp with want. Despite the talon's ministrations, she had yet to achieve her own orgasm. "Wilt thou worship me?" the demon lord asked, the smile on his face revealing his neatly pointed teeth. "Yes!" Zerafina gasped. The talon's grabbed her, lifting her from the chair and into the air. The demon kicked the chair out of the way as the taloned limbs held her up horizontally, her pussy on a level with the demon's spit slick cock. The demon palmed her breasts, squeezing them as he pushed his dick forward, pushing deep into Zerafina's wet waiting pussy in one go. "Fuck! Fuck me!" the sorceress cried. She tried to move her body to meet the thrusts of the demon, but the claws held her fast. "Fuck your slut!" she moaned, as the demon drove his cock into her. He pulled out slowly, nearly exiting her, before driving all the way back in. He shifted his grip from her breasts to her hips, pushing himself deeper as he ground his cock into her. The demon grinned as Zerfaina's head thrashed back and forth, and he only grinned wider as her eyes shot open as he positioned his tail at the entrance of her ass. "What-?" she began to ask, but that quickly turned into a high keening moan as the demon pushed his tail up her ass, twisting it as it entered. He didn't stop fucking her pussy, and Zerafina's eyes rolled up as both holes were penetrated and used. The demon's tongue lolled out of his mouth as he watched Zerafina's full breasts bounce and jiggle as he fucked her, pumping his cock and tail harder and deeper into her. Just as suddenly as he had begun the assault, the demon relented, pulling out of her. "Now," she moaned. "More!" she cried. The talons holding her twisted her around so that she was facing away from the demon, her well-rounded ass up in the air, an offering to the demon lord. She cried out as his cock, much thicker if shorter than his tail, pushed against her asshole. She felt the resistance, felt her asshole stretching to accommodate the demon's thick cock. She cried out in pleasure and in pain as he forced it into her, his large clawed hands sliding under her to cup and squeeze her breasts as he fucked her ass. Zerafina's long hair fell in front of her face as she was pounded, and she moaned loud and long as she felt her orgasm building. "Fuck me, master!" she screamed, as the demon buried his cock deep inside of her. She could feel the demon explode inside of her ass, the sensation sending her over the edge as well. She caught Tidget out of the corner of her eye, the diminutive imp spurting his own seed over the blanket on the bed. She felt the demon pull out of her, felt the cum from his dick dripping down her ass and leg. "You will serve me well indeed," the demon replied as he faded back into the shadows. The talons that had been holding her released her, dropping her onto the floor. Tidget's eyes gleamed brightly as he leered at his mistress, the magical compulsions that bound him the only thing that prevented him from taking his turn with her. She clawed her way up onto the bed, pushing Tidget away before falling thankfully asleep. She would need her rest in the days to come. Dark Acolyte Ch. 03 Zerafina woke up slightly sore and sticky on the bed. She looked up to see her impish familiar Tidget leering at her, his tiny cock still rock hard. She groaned and sat up, peeling herself off of the sheets. On the small table in room was the book she had used to summon the demon lord Nyyphas, and upon seeing it she groaned again. It hadn't been her intention to summon the demon lord of lust, and it was absolutely not her intention to give herself over to him, but that didn't change the fact that she had summoned him or that she had submitted her body to him. She found her satchel bag and pulled out her second-best dress, her other one having been left in tatters throughout the room. She sat down, gingerly, after righting the chair that Nyyphas had knocked over in his haste to ravish her. She closed the spell book, refusing to even linger over the now crystal clear spells. Yesterday the mystic formula had swam and danced across the page in an incomprehensible mess. She decided that it must be a benefit of having been "blessed" by the Demon Lord of Lust. She poured herself a glass of water from the decanter in the room, the cool liquid easing her parched throat. Her hand lingered by the book and she flipped it back open at random. That particular spell, one dealing with the control and manipulation of emotions, was clear as well, and she realized she had sudden insight into its working. She pulled a strand of her long dark hair back behind her ear as she considered the implications. Her master, a warlock of no mean power, had spent countless years delving into the arcane. He had wasted his youth and his eyesight in trying to unlock the mysteries of magic. This tome in front of her was his magnum opus, his entire's life work. By rights, she should only be able to grasp the most basic spells and rituals that it contained. But... her master had probably had the self-control to not call the Demon Lord of Lust accidentally, and Zerafina had a hard time believing that her former master had ever allowed himself to be as completely violated as Zerafina had been last night. She remembered agreeing to serve the demon lord, but it wasn't as if he had left any instructions on how that was to be done, and she hoped that it didn't involve being regularly fucked. Sure, it wasn't all bad, but it hadn't been entirely comfortable either. Still, the young sorceress was going to need some sort of plan. It wasn't like she could stay at the inn the entire time. What little coin she had was not going to last long, and the demon lord would probably resent his chosen one working as a serving wench, even if she did decide to supplement her income. Zerafina thought briefly of striking a special bargain with the innkeeper, but the thought of his balding head and sagging paunch quickly pushed thoughts of lust out her head. She sighed, closed the book again and placed it carefully in the satchel after carefully wrapping it with a few tattered strips from her destroyed dress. "Come on Tidget," she called, holding the bag open for him. It would do her no good if the locals saw her familiar. Witches and warlocks were not the most popular of people, as her late master would have attested to if he hadn't been run through with an oversized piece of cutlery. When she opened the door and got to the top of the stairs, it was to see the innkeeper leering up at her. She shuddered slightly and walked down. He didn't move and she was forced to push past him. She felt a slight hard lump below his belt area and quickly pushed it out of her mind. "You sleep all right last night, little lady?" the innkeeper asked. Zerafina nodded curtly and wondered just how much of what happened last night the innkeeper had heard. "I slept fine thank you," she replied. "Is there going to be anything else that you'll be needing then?" the innkeeper continued, moving behind the bar and wiping the filthy bartop with an equally dirty rag. "No," Zerafina answered, reaching into her coin purse and producing a few of her dwindling coins. She was going to have to find some way to get some more money, and soon, or she would be reduced to drastic measures. "Not even to break your fast?" the innkeeper asked. Zerafina thought with some stomach turning revulsion of the meal that had been served to her last night. "I will be quite fine on my own," she said, gathering herself and exiting the tavern. She squinted against the light, her eyes still more accustomed to long days in poorly lit rooms pouring over ciphered text than it was to the great outdoors. She had been sold at a tender age to the warlock, and it was probably because she had been too young to appease the dark lords her former master served that she had been made an apprentice instead of a sacrifice. She reached into her bag as she walked west, away from her former home and away from the baron who had killed her master, and pulled out a hunk of hard cheese and a bit of stale bread. It was still better than what she would be able to get otherwise by foraging in the woods, and she still had some water to wash it all down with. What she needed was some form of plan. She thought about finding another warlock to apprentice herself to, but shelved that idea. After all, she had become an apprentice to learn magic. That goal had been accomplished: her understanding of her master's book proved that. She could, perhaps, build her own tower and carve a bit of territory out for herself. That would take money, and she didn't have any. All the resources she had were Tidget, and the book. Zerafina stopped suddenly, a deliciously malevolent smile curving up her full lips. The book! She still did not know all that it contained. She knew it had the ritual for summoning Nyyphas, and as useful as that had proven, being fucked by the demon lord would not likely get her much in the way of power or wealth. There was the spell that she had seen that morning, the spell to control emotions and loyalty, and she licked her lips at the thought of what such a spell could gain for her. She was sure there were other spells as well, ones that would allow her to obtain no small measure of wealth and power. She might even be able to find a way to free herself from her obligations to Nyyphas. The question though, was where to start? She knew that she would eventually want to strike at the Baron of Gorendale if for no other reason than that she was currently homeless thanks to him. She doubted that the would even be able to get close enough to enchant him. Three hours later, Zerafina was again walking along the road, continuing in the same direction that she had started that morning. It had taken her a while to find a spell that suited her needs and that she felt reasonably sure that she could make work. Too many of the spells required strange and rare reagents that she simply did not possess. She was sure that her master had possessed many of them, storing them in his laboratory, but given that his tower was now a burnt out shell that knowledge gave her small comfort. Others required some form of blood sacrifice, and there she had the same problem that she had faced with the ritual to summon Nyyphas- a complete lack of available sacrifices. However, there was one spell that she had discovered that would help her in the short term. It was so simple and direct that she was surprised that her master had even included it in the tome. He must have added it when he was much younger and only starting on his life's work. The fact that it was the same spell that she had glanced at that very morning almost made her wonder if some greater power was subtly at work. Now all she needed was a subject. She walked swiftly, her new purpose invigorating her stride. She had no idea how far it was to the next spot of civilization, but she hoped it wasn't far. She could smell the wood smoke before she could see the fire. She quickly stepped off of the road and stepped lightly, cautiously toward where she thought the campfire would be. She wondered who would decide to make camp this early in the day, and she wondered just how many people there were. She briefly feared that it might be bandits, but pushed that thought away. Most bandits wouldn't camp right along the side of the road where any patrol could find them or any merchant could avoid them. That didn't mean she should abandon all caution however. She heard two voices up ahead, but couldn't make out what they were saying. She could tell though that they were deep and sibilant, which could only mean skyyrim. Zerafina shuddered slightly. Skyyrim were large, reptilian and vaguely humanoid. As a race they hired themselves out as mercenaries. They had no kingdom or territory of their own, produced no goods, had no art or culture, and thrived for battle. Zerafina grinned a little grin, but it quickly disappeared again. Would the spell even work on them? She had heard old tales of skyyrim raping human women, but those same tales then had the skyyrim devouring their victims after the ravishment. Some of the truly disturbed tales had the women being devoured during the ravishment. Of course, the other problem was that she wasn't sure whether or not skyyrim possessed the necessary equipment to ravish women with. Still, she wasn't going to be able to find out by just waiting for them to eventually notice her. So she set her bag on the ground and removed her cloak. She wished she was wearing something a bit more revealing than the simple robes that she had left over from her days as a warlock's apprentice, but she was going to have the magic due most of the heavy lifting. She pulled the tome out of the bag and flipped to the spell that she had previously marked with a bit of fabric she had salvaged from her torn robe. Her tongue twisted around the unfamiliar syllables, wrapped themselves around the words of mystic power. Her fingers twisted and threaded through the air as she traced dark signs of lust and desire. She felt the power gathering, settling over the camp like a fine cobweb. The voices had continued, uninterrupted and Zerafina sighed. She thought there would be at least some indication that it had worked, but there was nothing. Even if the spell had failed, it might be possible that at least one of the skyyrim understood the human tongue, and she might be able to get a meal, or at least a few minutes by the fire. She placed the book back in the bag, and tucked her cloak into it as well. She slipped the strap on her shoulder and stepped into the clearing. There were two of them there, hulking, scaled creatures. They were dressed in armor, metal links covering their torsos and dropping to a plated kilt that hung down to their knees. Spears were leaning within easy reach, and one had started to pick one up when he had caught sight of Zerafina. Their cold black eyes regarded her impassively, and she could read no expression on their muzzled faces as their forked tongues flicked in and out of their mouths, tasting the air. "Can I share your fire?" she asked, with more conviction than she felt. She watched as the one skyyrim took his hand away from the spear as the other one approached her. She felt her breathing grow shallow, could practically hear her heartbeat as the beastman came closer. The skyyrim passed by her and then was behind her, his taloned hand pulling her bag off of her shoulder. The one still in front of her began pulling off its armor and said something to the other in their rasping tongue. The one behind her made a sound that could have been a laugh, and Zerafina felt its hand come up and roughly squeeze her breast through her robe. The skyyrim were much bigger than she was, and she could not help but feel some measure of trepidation. Each one she reckoned was at least seven feet in height and weighed at least three hundred pounds. The one behind her must have bent down, because she could feel its tongue flickering against the back of her ear. She could feel the talons of its hand pressing lightly into her flesh, and she could feel herself grow wet from the sheer physical power that the skyyrim possessed. The one in front of her was nearly naked, and any doubts that Zerafina may have had about skyyrim possessing the correct equipment were quickly banished when she saw his cock rising up from between his legs. While not as large as the Avatar of Nyyphas, the skyyrim's cock was still larger than most men's, or at least those few men that Zerafina had known initmately. It was shaped slightly differently, a fleshy barb extending back from the head of the skyyrim's cock. Worried that the skyyrim would tear this robe, and this was her last one, Zerafina gently pulled away and untied the belt around her waist. She strutted over to the skyyrim in front of her, spreading her cloak down on the ground before kneeling on top of it. She slid her robe off of her shoulders, bearing her full breasts. She circled her thumb and forefinger around the skyyrim's cock, eliciting a hiss of pleasure from the reptilian warrior. Zerafina felt her robe being opened the rest of the way from behind her and she let the other skyyrim finish disrobing her. She felt its taloned hands on her breasts, the claws pinching her nipples, causing her to squirm in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Its other hand it ran between her legs, caressing her pussy lips and parting them slightly. She heard the skyyrim rasp to its compatriot in what was obviously a sound of approval as she moaned and moved against the caressing digit. As the skyyrim teased her breasts, Zerfaina slipped her tongue out of her mouth and swirled it around the head of the skyyrim's cock, feeling the skyyrim buck its hips involuntarily. She smiled as she felt the warrior behind her grab her hips, lifting them up for a better angle. The other skyyrim sat down on the ground, and the young acolyte wondered just how often the two warriors had shared a woman. The sorceress dipped her head down, running her tongue along the skyyrim's shaft, felt the other one slide its cock against her pussy lips. She moaned then, capturing the head of the cock before in her mouth. The fleshy barbs made it difficult for her to take much more of the cock into her mouth than she already had, so she relented, pulling back and focusing on using her tongue. She felt the skyyrim behind her push forward, felt its cock penetrating her pussy. She groaned her pleasure, pushing back with her hips, grinding against the skyyrim as its fleshy barbs slipped in, holding her in place on it. She could feel the skyyrim's cock deep in her, pressing hard into her pussy. She clenched her muscles slightly, squeezing the cock in her and bringing a satisfied groan from the skyyrim fucking her. She could feel the power swirling around and through her, felt the spell she had prepared twisting around the thoughts and emotions of the two warriors. She let her spit drip down on the cock before her, the skyyrim palming her head, pushing it back down. She grinned as the cock pushed past her lips, her hand sliding up and down the spit covered shaft. As she sucked the cock of the skyyrim in front of her, he caressed her heavy breasts, and she looked up to see its eyes glazed over in reptilian lust. She felt her own orgasm building in her from the thick cock buried in her pussy, felt the rising crescendo of the spell coming to a head. She allowed the cock in her mouth to slip free, and ran her nipples against the length of it before slipping it between her breasts. The skyyrim thrust up into her cleavage, squeezing her breasts together with his clawed hands, as her body was forced forward from the steady pounding her pussy was getting. She stuck her tongue out, letting it touch the tip of the skyyrim's cock as she tit fucked him. The skyyrim that was fucking her pussy shifted his grip to her shoulder, pulling her back harder on to him. The skyyrim on the ground let go of her breasts and forced her mouth back down on to his cock. With little warning, the cock in her mouth erupted, shooting the skyrrim's salty seed deep into her mouth and down her throat. Zerafina nearly gagged, but kept her lips wrapped tight around the cock in her mouth as she pushed back hard and fast against the skyrrim behind her. She felt the skyyrim's taloned hands digging into her ass, the pain mixing with the pleasure. She finally released the cock from her mouth as she cried out wordlessly, her own orgasm reaching its peak and setting off the skyyrim fucking her. As she came, she felt the energy of the spell release, fully captivating the two warriors. Slowly, she came down from her euphoria, her tongue still lightly flicking against the head of the skyyrim's cock. She felt the cock in her pussy slowly deflate, allowing her to pull away. She saw the scratch marks on her hips where the skyyrim had roughly grabbed her, and she had similar marks on her breasts. She could also feel the tendrils of the spell she had woven extending out from her, twisting around the minds of the skyyrim. She gave a playful mental tug on one of the strings and the skyyrim retrieved their spears and began donning their armor. Zerafina smiled as she slowly stood up, pulling her robe around her. Two warriors was not much, but it was a start, and it was more than she had when she had woken this morning. Dark Acolyte Ch. 04 Zerafina awoke to the sounds of hooves striking the cobbled road. She slowly raised her head off of the makeshift pillow that she had made from her satchel bag and looked around. The two strings of control that she had tied to the skyyrim with the lust spell guided her eyes to where they had stationed themselves. They had already dressed in their armored kilts and scaled armor and were loosely holding their broad bladed spears in preparation. She shook her head and pushed herself to her feet, feeling slightly weak from hunger. The reptilian warriors glanced in her direction, and she could see their forked tongues darting out to taste the air. Zerafina felt herself grow wet at the thought of those tongues and what they were most definitely capable of, but pushed those thoughts aside for the moment. After all, she had been traveling with the two warriors for a few days now, and there would be plenty of time to take advantage of their talents later. She started to dust herself off, but then thought better of it, instead recalling a simple spell that she had learned back when she had been but a mere apprentice. She muttered the words, made the appropriate mystic gesture with her left hand, and with a shimmer in the air her clothes, skin, and hair were refreshed and cleaned. It still did nothing for her stomach, which grumbled in protest. She glanced around for her familiar, Tidgit, and whistled to him, beckoning him to come closer. Once he was in arm's reach, her hand shot out, grabbing the perverted little imp around his neck. "Go, be useful to me," she purred, letting her fingers run along the imp's perpetually engorged cock. "Go and see who travels along the road. May be I can bend them to my purpose." Zerafina had to admit that she was in a better place than she had been a week ago. Then she had been homeless, her former home having been destroyed along with the wizard she had been apprenticed to, penniless, and without a plan. Now, after giving herself wholly over to Nyyphas, Dark God of Lust, and having managed to entrance the two skyyrim, the beginnings of a plan were beginning to take shape. She was still homeless and penniless, of course, but she felt that those were obstacles that could be overcome. She saw Tidgit flit over the tops of the trees and off to the road. She smiled and closed her eyes, muttering the simple charm that would allow her to see through her familiar's eyes. Her tongue poked between her lips as Tidgit flitted above the tree tops. The disadvantage to the charm was that she also received some of Tidgit's emotions. They came through in a filtered way, and it was no great feat to lock the imp's desires out of her conscious thoughts. Still, she screwed her face up slightly at the wave of lust that battered against her. The imp was truly incorrigible, and Zerafina found herself wondering if the imp had any connection to Nyyphas, or if the imp was naturally perpetually horny. She pushed such thoughts to the side for the time being as Tidgit crested over the tree line and came in sight of the road. The imp's eagle like sight quickly picked out a band of people on horses. Zerafina willed her imp closer, and Tidgit complied, staying near the tops of the trees so as to remain concealed, but otherwise advancing to get a better view. As far as Zerafina could tell, it looked like a noble entourage. Six men-at-arms, arrayed in chain mail and carrying axes and maces were arrayed on horses in a formation around two other figures. From the look of their clothes and the quality of their horses, Zerafina took them to be nobles of some sort. Given the paltry size of their escort, Zerafina thought that they must be minor nobility, but nobility all the same. She willed Tidgit to stay where he was. Opening her eyes, she crooked her finger to the two skyyrim and started off for the road, her hunger forgotten for the moment at the new possibilities that opened before her. If she had been able to gain control over the skyyrim as easily as fucking them, it could not be that much more difficult to exert her will over a few soldiers. The question was though how best to approach the group? "Stay hidden," she hissed at the skyyrim, urging the reptilian warriors to stay back and out of sight. Likewise, she directed Tidgit to make himself scarce and to keep himself busy by harassing squirrels or the like. Her plan hinged on her being seen as non-threatening as possible, and skyyrim bodyguards and an imp familiar would go along way to dispelling that illusion. She walked out beside the road and sat down beside the tree. The group was still a few miles away, so she ate some of the last of her food from her satchel as she browsed through her master's book. When she had first fled the destruction of her master's tower nearly all of the spells in the book had been utterly incomprehensible. The old man had refused to teach Zerafina more than what was helpful to him for her to know, and as a result her learning of arcane arts had been greatly stunted. After summoning, albeit unintentionally, the Demon God of Lust, she had found that she suddenly possessed understanding far beyond her years. All she had to do in return was pledge herself to Nyyphas, though she was uncertain what else the Demon God might require of her. She tried to focus on the spells and formula depicted in the book, but found her mind wandering. Sighing at her lack of attention, she put the book away and stood, stretching her limbs. Surprisingly, she wasn't too sore from the fucking the skyyrim had given her the night before or the night before that. She could only surmise that after being ravished by Nyyphas, anything else was going to pale in comparison. Opening her eyes, she looked down the road. In the distance, she caught a gleam of sunshine reflecting off of metal in the distance. She had Tidgit survey the area, and they were the only other humans, or other bipeds for that matter, within his keen sight. She stood up, and thought quickly of how she was going to introduce herself. Luckily, she did not much resemble the stereotypical witch. Her black hair was free from grey, her face was smooth and clean, and her breasts were full and firm. She took a moment to adjust her robe to allow a bit more of her considerable cleavage to show, then, slinging her bag back around her shoulder, started to walk down the road in the same direction that the other group was traveling. It took about fifteen minutes of walking, but she finally heard someone calling in the distance. Zerafina stood to one side of the road, and looked back as a horseman galloped up. A coat of arms was proudly displayed on the banner that he carried, but studying arcane arts and acting as a live-in maid hadn't given her much chance to stay current on her heraldry. There was something vaguely familiar about it though, something that tugged on the strings of her memory. "Hold there, wench!" the armored horseman declared. The visor of his helm was raised, and Zerafina could see fierce black eyes over a sharp, aquiline nose. The figure sported a braided beard that was black shot through with grey. "'It is strange to see a woman traveling by herself on these roads. The nearest town must be ten miles away, so I must ask what you are doing out in these parts." The knight rested his hand lightly on the handle of the axe that was looped through his saddle. His voice was hard and rough, much like the rest of him, Zerafina surmised. "M'lord, I am just traveling from town to town looking for work as a midwife," she replied. "The last town already had one, and didn't want any competition. Seeing as how she was the mayor's wife, I wasn't about to argue with her. I'm hoping to be able to find work in the next town." The knight snorted. "I met the mayor and his wife, and I can't say I find your story hard to believe, much as you don't look like a midwife," he added with a leer as he leaned over for a better view at the tops of Zerafina's breasts. "I am no lord though, merely a sellsword in the employ of M'Lady Firanda. A bit of a spoiled brat, but the pay is good enough." The knight paused, running a gloved hand over his bearded chin. "If you are heading in the same direction as we are, I don't see much reason why you couldn't travel with us for a spell, at least as far as the next town. If you are amenable, of course." Zerafina lowered her head, hiding her smile as he showed humility. "I would hate to be a burden, m'... sir," she replied. "I have little in the way of money, and thus would be unable to pay you." The sellsword smiled, showing a row of even, white teeth. "I'm getting paid enough to deal with Firanda as it is. I'm sure we could come to some other arrangement." He extended a hand down to Zerafina, who took it, and was hoisted up in the saddle in front of the sellsword. As he reached around to grab the reins, his right hand cupped Zerafina's right breast and squeezed it, causing the witch to let out a moan. "Consider that a taste of what's to be your payment, wench," he whispered in her ear, as he turned his horse back in the direction of the rest of the party. Zerafina smiled larger, and was only slightly disappointed by the fact that the sellsword's chain shirt prevented her from reaching back and feeling his cock. Perhaps that was for the best, however, as they soon rejoined the rest of the sellsword's group. Zerafina quickly noted the other five mercenaries, all of whom gazed appreciatively at Zerafina, obviously admiring her charms. The all had the look of hardened sellswords, men that knew their way around battlefields and brothels, but had little concern with the niceties of court and intrigue. The other two members of the party were both trying their utmost to look down their noses at Zerafina. One, who Zerafina could only assume was the Lady Firanda, was dressed in a high neck gown. A small tiara sat atop her golden hair, and her face was pinched. She shifted on her saddle uncomfortably, and Zerafina could only assume that she was more used to riding in palanquins than on horseback. The other woman was a bit older, dressed more plainly, and was doing her utmost to mirror Firanda's petulant, disapproving expression. Zerafina guessed her to be the brat's governess. "Who is this, Padryc?" Firanda demanded. "Have you taken to picking up common whores along the side of the road?" Padryc grinned over the top of Zerafina's head, though there was no warmth in the smile. "Lady Firanda, you made it abundantly clear last night that my men and I were to have no dalliances with common whores. This poor midwife, however, is on her way to the next town, and I thought we might let her travel with us as far as the next town. After all, it is the charitable thing to do." Firanda sniffed haughtily. "Midwife? She has more the look of a common strumpet. Need I remind you, Padryc, that it is my Uncle Galfaunt, the Baron of Gorendale, who is paying you to see me safely escorted? Should I remind you of how my uncle acts when he is angry?" Zerafina felt her stomach leap up into her throat at the mention of the Baron of Gorendale. After all, it was the Baron who had killed her former master, the Baron who was the reason why Zerafina was currently homeless and on the road. And here was the lordly bastard's niece, right in front of her! "There's no need for yet another of your reminders, milady," Padryc replied, though Zerafina could hear his teeth grind together in frustration. She had to wonder just what else Padryc had been forced to endure while escorting the brat. Firanda sniffed again. "Just be sure that all you do is let her ride with us to the next town, Padryc. I will not tolerate indiscretions among my servants. Is that perfectly clear?" she finished. "Crystal, milady," Padryc replied, his tone nothing short of cool and professional. Firanda's governess shook her head at the sellsword, her displeasure written clearly across her face. Zerafina was quite sure the governess was just following her mistress. There was no doubt in her mind who was the dominant personality in that relationship. Some people craved to be controlled, and simply sought out those that were willing to do the controlling. Zerafina ran her tongue over her teeth when she considered the possibilities. As the party turned to head out, Padryc let his horse fall behind that of Firanda's and her governess. With a wink to the soldier riding next to them, Padryc reached inside Zerafina's robe and tweaked her nipple. She bit her lip, the rough leather of his glove rubbing raw against her soft skin. She enjoyed the feeling of power in Padryc's hand, her relative helplessness in her situation. She turned her head suddenly, catching movement out of the corner of her eye. Her ties to the skyyrim told her that they were shadowing the group, following along at a discrete distance and concealed by the dense vegetation. If it wasn't for the ties of lust and control that she had looped around their wills, she would never have known them to be there. "Is everything all right?" Padryc asked. Firanda turned around sharply in her saddle, but Padryc's hands were holding the reins, even if his arms were a little tighter around Zerafina than would otherwise be customary. "Yes," she said, trying to affect as casual a tone as she could. "I just thought I caught sight of an animal," she said. She could hear Padryc's armor jingle as he nodded. "I wouldn't be too surprised if there were a few wolves and the like around here. This part of the world is fairly uncivilized, and the wild is always just over the next hill." He shifted slightly in the saddle. "I wouldn't give it much worry though. Wolves aren't likely to attack a group of humans traveling together and if it was a wolf of the two-legged variety..." Zerafina heard him slap his hand against the handle of his axe. "I wouldn't concern myself with it much either way, in fact." "I can't tell you how relieved I am to hear it," she said in reply, leaning back against his chest. "I'll have to be sure that you are thanked properly once we stop for the night." The group rode on for another three hours before stopping to rest the horses. One of the men passed around provisions, and Padryc shared his wineskin with Zerafina. She nodded her thanks as she sipped from the skin, just enough to relieve her parched throat with the too sour wine. She noted that Firanda was looking a little less haughty and sure of herself, and Zerafina caught her glancing over in her direction more than once. Zerafina closed her eyes and sought out Tidgit with her will. He was a mile away and harassing a blue jay when she wrapped her mind around his. She willed her familiar back up above the tree line to take a look around. The nearest town was still a little more than a day's ride away, thus they would need to camp for the night. Zerafina's lips turned up in a slight smile, as this worked well with her intended plans. First, she would need to get Padryc alone with her, though given the way he had taken every opportunity to paw at her breasts during their ride, she didn't think that would be difficult. "Maybe the wench should ride with me for a while," one of the other sellswords said, as they readied to mount their horses once again. It was the same sellsword who had ridden next to Padryc for the first leg of their journey. His face was clean shaven, and he bore a slight scar over his left eye from a previous campaign. He looked older than Padryc by a good ten years. Zerafina was less than interested in the man, but if it took spreading her legs for each and every one of Padryc's band in order to get her revenge, that was a sacrifice she was more than ready to make. "After all, there's no cause to be selfish," he added with a leer. The other sellswords chuckled. Zerafina smiled at the mercenary, and sashayed over to him. "Are you going to be able to keep your eyes on the path?" she asked, resting her hand lightly on the sellsword's armored chest to the laughing and hollering of the other mercenaries, Padryc included. The sellsword was easily a head taller than her and he looked down with a broad grin into Zerafina's exposed cleavage. "I think I can manage just as well as the Captain," he chuckled, swatting Zerafina on the ass, stinging it slightly. "I've been bedding wenches like you since before his daddy spent his seed in his mother's womb!" "That's enough, Karlin," Padryc said with a smile. "No need to scare the good lady off. She should feel free to decide who to ride with." Zerafina thought about it for a moment, and then smiled at Karlin. "I'll ride with you," she replied. It was as easy for her to seduce two as it was to seduce one. As she hitched up her robe to mount the horse, she caught sight of Firanda looking more than a little relieved and it was all she could do not to laugh. The little brat was jealous of her! More likely than not, the girl had a crush on Padryc and was worried that Zerafina was competition. As the troupe set off, Zerafina found Karlin's hands wandering even more than Padryc's had. He started off by slipping his hand into her robe to squeeze first one breast than the other. He soon grew bored with that, and after pulling off his glove with his teeth, slipped his hand along her thigh and up the inside of her robe. Zerafina squirmed slightly but didn't say make any complaint. He had positioned himself in the party so that one of the other sellswords was in between Firanda and their mount. Karlin chuckled. "Looks like milady might be right about you. You are a little slut aren't you? Wonder what else you might be willing to let me do," he said as his calloused finger slipped along her slit. Zerafina bit her lip to stifle a moan and wished again that these mercenaries could be wearing something that would give her easier access to their cocks. "Don't think Padryc will mind sharing?" she asked in a breathy whisper. She shifted her body so that she was pressing against Karlin's chest. "I wouldn't want you to get into trouble with your Captain." She leaned back even more and flicked Karlin's ear with her tongue. Karlin pressed his finger into Zerafina's pussy and she gave out an involuntary moan of pleasure as it entered her. "Oh, the Captain knows that it is best to share with his men. It keeps us happy and in line." He slowly worked his finger back and forth in her, and Zerafina found herself rocking her hips in time with the movements of the horse. She couldn't believe just how good it felt. After all, she had been well fucked by the demon Prince of Lust himself, and Karlin's finger didn't even begin to approach the size of what the skyyrim had penetrated her with. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation, feeling her orgasm slowly build. She smiled, sticking her tongue out slightly from between her full lips. If this was the service that the Demon God demanded, then she would pay it gladly. She felt her orgasm building, and Karlin did nothing to stop it from overcoming her. She pressed back hard into his chest and she moaned and she could only hope that the sound of the horses drowned out the sound of her release. A few of the other sellswords did twist around and winked at Karlin before ogling Zerafina. They chuckled when he pulled his slick finger from her pussy and licked it off. As she recovered her wits, she realized that the attention was due to more than just Padryc's hand between her legs. She hadn't noticed that her robe had fallen open, baring her breasts to the mercenaries. Luckily there were enough people between her, Firanda and her governess that they didn't realize what was going on. With a sigh of reluctance, Zerafina covered her ample chest, and then leaned her head back so it was resting on Padryc's shoulder. "When next we stop, be sure to come find me," she breathed huskily into his ear. "I'll be sure that your kindness will be repaid," she added, flicking her tongue out to lick his ear. Dark Acolyte Ch. 04 A few hours later, the group did stop to make camp at a small grove of trees along the well-traveled road. The sun was still fairly high in the sky, giving the mercenaries time enough to set up their camp, including a rather large tent for Firanda and her governess, much larger than they probably needed. Not far from the camp, but far enough that it wasn't readily visible, a small river wound its way through the countryside. Zerafina smiled when Tidgit told her it was near. She sashayed over to Padryc and lightly touched his shoulder. "I think I am going to wash some of this dust off of me," she said, her lips a scant inch from his ear. "You rough men wouldn't have traveled with soap, would you?" she asked. Padryc raised an eyebrow at her before digging in his pack. He came up with a wrapped bar that he passed over to her. "I usually keep a bar or two around," he said, shrugging. "Can't say that I ever saw much point in it. I tend to get just as dirty again afterward." Zerafina ran her hand down her neck, dipping it into her ample cleavage. "I'm sure I might be able to change your mind," she whispered before stepping back away from him. She was careful too to let the skyyrim know to keep their distance. She did not want the sellswords to panic at their presence, and she didn't need potential slaves being killed off by her current subjects. She made her way to the river and stripped off her robe and sandals leaving the robe hanging on a branch and the sandals just underneath it. She dipped a toe in the water and cringed briefly at the sheer chill of it. She muttered a brief arcane phrase under her breath and traced a design over the water and touched it again. It was still slightly cooler than she might have preferred, but it was much more tolerable. It did have the added effect of making her nipples harden and stand out. She took the soap in her hand and began to slowly rub it over her breasts, her thighs, her stomach, and her ass. She soaped herself slowly, lingering over her body. She then ducked all but her head underwater and looked toward the bank. She saw Padryc there, kneeling by the water. He had rid himself of his armor and had stripped to the waist. She admired his chiseled physique even as she took note of the scars on his body. Here was someone that was familiar with pain in both the receiving and giving of it. She smiled at him as she emerged from the river, the water slowly running down her slick body. Padryc's mouth hung half open as he watched her, her eyes speaking her lust. She slowly tracked her eyes down his body, seeing the erection that strained against his trousers. She didn't speak, but moved up against him, cupping his cock in her hand and pressing her lips against his. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, felt his hands grab her roughly, pulling her against him. She felt the tendrils of lust-fueled power snaking around him, drawing him into her web of control. She pushed back from him, her hands deftly untying the lacing on his trousers, pushing them to the ground and releasing his cock. Padryc gave a groan of release as her hand found his naked cock, as she slowly cupped his balls. She grabbed her cloak, set in on the ground in front of him. She trailed slow kisses down his body, pausing to flick her tongue over his nipple. His hands twisted in her hair, pulling it back from her face as she settled on her knees. She blew lightly over his cock then slowly ran her tongue along the length of it followed by a trail of kisses back down to his balls. "Suck it already," he growled at her, pushing her face against it. She wrapped one hand around his body, squeezing his hard ass and she pushed the head of his cock past her lips. She swirled her tongue slowly around the head of his cock, and she moaned as she felt his knees buckle slightly. Padryc was inarticulate as she swallowed his cock, letting it slide deep into her mouth and into her throat without even the slightest gagging on her part. Padryc's eyes were wide as he watched her take the entire length of him into her mouth and then he groaned out loud as he felt her tongue work against his balls. He knew that he was not a small man, but to see Zerafina work her mouth around his cock, he had to wonder just what else she was capable of. Zerafina bobbed her head up and down slowly, luxuriously, enjoying the feel of power she had over this man. She could feel his will weakening, knowing that by the time she was finished with him, he would do whatever it was she desired. "Now that truly is a fine ass," she heard a voice say. Zerafina let Padryc slip from her mouth completely and turned to see Karlin standing nearby, leaning against a tree. She smiled at him, and waved him over. "You did say that it was share and share a like, didn't you?" she asked. She pulled Padryc, whose eyes were already starting to glaze over, to his knees as Karlin stepped over to her makeshift blanket. She quickly lowered Karlin's trousers and took his rapidly hardening cock into her mouth. He groaned out his pleasure, grabbing her head and forcing it down onto him. She felt Padryc rub his spit slick cock back and forth against her soaking pussy. She let Karlin's cock slip from her mouth and pulled him into a sitting position to give Padryc better access and to keep herself from falling over. She sucked Karlin's cock straight back down her throat, as soon as she was able to. She growled something unintelligible around Karlin's cock when Padryc entered her, pushing his entire cock into her in one go. She felt him fill her up and she pushed her ass back against him. She felt her first orgasm already building and it came in a rush when Karlin reached down to cup her swinging breasts, teasing her hard nipples. Her nails dug into Karlin's thighs, but he didn't stop pumping his hips up to thrust his cock deep into her wanting mouth. She felt Padryc get into a rhythm, felt his strong, calloused hands squeezing her tight ass as he plowed into her, felt as his heavy balls slapped against her as he fucked her. She let that set the rhythm of her head bobbing up and down in Karlin's lap, heard him grunting his approval as he let her do the work, his hands holding her hair back as she sucked on his hard cock. She could feel Padryc picking up speed as he fucked her, knew that he was close to release. She could feel Karlin's cock throbbing in her mouth, knew that his will was going to be hers as soon as he came. The thought of controlling these two was enough to send her crashing into another orgasm, Karlin's cock in her mouth the only thing keeping the rest of the camp from knowing exactly what they were doing. She felt herself cum, felt her pussy squeezing tight around Padryc's dick. That was enough to send the sellsword over the edge and into an orgasm. He didn't stop pushing his hard dick in and out of her pussy, and her own orgasm simply peaked and crashed again. As she started to recover, she realized that Karlin had yet to fill her mouth, so as Padryc collapsed against her, she swirled her tongue around his dick, pushed it deep into her throat and swallowed slowly. She felt Karlin's hands tighten in her hair, felt his balls tighten, and then he came hard in her mouth, screaming his release as he shot his cum down her throat. He settled back on his haunches, his cock slipping from her mouth as she swallowed his salty cum, licking her lips. She heard a slight gasp from the trees, and turned to see Firanda's governess standing there, her mouth open and eyes wide in shock. Zerafina uttered a curse under her breath, as she was sure that she would run back to her mistress and while Zerafina was quite sure that there was precious little Firanda could do to harm her at this point, it was better not to give the Baron's niece any warning that something was amiss. Zerafina mentally considered her options, and then grinned wickedly just as the woman turned to run back to camp. She uttered a brief phrase in the demonic tongue and wiggled her fingers in the direction of the governess. Vines suddenly erupted from the underbrush, snaking around the woman's limbs. She fell hard to the ground on her face, the wind knocked out of her. Zerafina turned to Padryc and Karlin, but they still had yet to recover. She shook her head at the two men, before walking over to the governess. The vines had bound her tightly, suspending her above the ground, and she cried weakly for help, her fear having seemed to rob her voice of strength. Zerafina grinned at her, running a hand against her captive's breast. As she contemplated what to do with her, she stretched her mind out to her two skyyrim slaves. They had set up camp just across the river, and responded quickly to her summons. "What are you going to do with me you witch?" the governess demanded, struggling feebly against the vines. "You can't keep me like this!" Zerafina narrowed her eyes, her pink tongue peeking out between her full lips as she wiggled her fingers. More vines erupted out of the undergrowth and the governess quickly found herself stripped naked. Her breasts were small and pert, her waist narrow, and her red hair was in disarray from having been dragged partly through the underbrush. Her pale skin bore a number of scratches and cuts from where the vines had roughly grabbed her, and dragged her along the ground. Zerafina guessed that the woman was in her mid thirties Zerafina reached out, cupping her captive's breast and running her thumb against her nipple. "W-what do you think you are doing?" she asked. Zerafina smiled at her, and with a brief mental command the vines forced the woman's legs apart despite her struggles. Zerafina ran her other hand between the governess' legs; let her finger run against the woman's pussy. Despite herself, the woman gasped. "What is your name, slave?" Zerafina asked. "I am no-" the woman started to say, but was interrupted when Zerafina slapped her left breast, bringing tears to the woman's eyes. "I asked your name, slave," Zerafina repeated, gently. She took the woman's nipple between her thumb and forefinger and gently twisted it back and forth, eliciting a moan from the woman. "M-Marta," the woman gasped, tears welling up in her eyes. Zerafina slapped the woman's other breast. "You address me as 'mistress,' slave," she said. "Do we understand each other, Marta?" "Yes... mistress," Marta replied, her eyes still wide and fearful. Zerafina gently stroked Marta's pussy, felt her writhe under her touch in a vain attempt to pull away. Zerafina could feel Marta's body betray her, felt her growing moist from the attention. Zerafina heard the skyyrim approaching, felt the connection between her and them growing stronger, the closer they came. Zerafina heard Marta gasp as the two reptilian warriors came into her line of sight. "Impressed?" Zerafina asked, sliding a finger into Marta's tight wet pussy. She slowly twisted her finger back and forth in her, her thumb rubbing over her clit. "What-what are you going to do with me... mistress?" Marta cried out, adding the last when Zerafina raised her hand threateningly. "Oh, it isn't what I am going to do to you at all," she replied. She removed her finger from Marta's pussy and stepped back. She gestured and the vines twisted Marta around until she was positioned horizontally, face down, and on a level with the waists of the skyyrim. "No, you can't!" Marta cried as she watched the skyyrim divest themselves of their kilts to reveal their rapidly swelling cocks. "Oh yes, they most certainly can," Zerafina said, her eyes wide with lust and desire. One of the skyyrim knelt behind Marta where she was suspended and Marta's eyes grew wide and her body went suddenly rigid as she felt the reptilian's tongue go to work on her pussy. The other skyyrim roughly grabbed her hair and pressed her mouth against his cock. She stubbornly refused to open her mouth to take the prodigious member until her pressed his claws just hard enough against her throat to get the idea. Her body stiffened suddenly, and she closed her eyes as the one skyyrim began to thrust his cock back and forth into her mouth. Zerafina could only guess what the other one was up to, but she could hazard a guess that its tongue was inside of her, flicking in her pussy. Zerafina grabbed her robe and rearranged it on the ground so that she could watch the action. Both Padryc and Karlin had fallen asleep and oblivious to the ravishing that was occurring less than twenty feet away. Zerafina spread her legs and slowly ran her own finger up and down her pussy. A thought suddenly came over her, and she willed Tidgit to her. The small imp descended rapidly from his hiding place, and immediately dove between Zerafina's spread legs. His tongue was much smaller than any man's, but it was more than agile enough for her purposes. He immediately started flicking it against her clit, and she learned just how agile it was when he twisted it completely around her clit and started pulling on it. Zerafina squeezed her breasts as Tidgit licked her and watched the skyyrim work on the governess. The one that had been licking her pussy had stood up and was pressing his engorged cock into her from behind. Marta moaned loudly around the cock in her mouth and tried to pull away, but the fact that she was completely suspended from the vine meant that she was helpless bound and completely subject to the skyyrim. Zerafina could feel the chains of lust tightening around Marta just as they had tightened around the others, and that gave her a brief pause. She wondered if it was just her proximity to Marta that caused the mental chains of binding and obedience to form, or if it was the fact that those that she controlled could fuck others into submission to her and the Demon God she worshipped. The skyyrim fucking Marta pulled his cock out of Marta's pussy, and Marta moaned again, only this time there was a note of disappointment. The one fucking her mouth was using long slow strokes, holding her head steady as he worked it in and out of her mouth. The other had grabbed her thighs, spreading them wide as he worked his cock slowly along the crack of her ass. She moaned in mixture of pain and pleasure when he pressed the head of his cock against the entrance to her ass, but he was too big and she was too tight for there to be any easy access. With a grunt of disappointment, he thrust his cock back into her wet, dripping pussy. Zerafina came then, hard and fast, her heels drumming against the ground as she through her head back and cried her climax. Tidgit climbed up her body, his hard dick grazing against her soft skin. Zerafina smiled at him and beckoned him closer, allowing him to slide his cock between her breasts as she held them tight around his cock. Tidgit's eyes were locked onto Zerafina's full soft tits as he pumped his cock furiously between them, and he gave little happy squealing noises as he fucked her tits. Finally, abruptly, the skyyrim fucking Marta's mouth gave a low growl as he thrust deep into her mouth one last time, coming into her mouth. He held his cock there, forcing her to swallow him before he would release her. The one fucking her came soon after, and it was apparent from her wanton cries that Marta climaxed as she felt the warrior lizard explode in her pussy. Tidgit too built up to his climax, and shot his cum across Zerafina's tits. She smiled at him and ran a finger between the ridges of his horns. She nodded at the skyyrim and sent a mental command for them to gather their belongings and leave. She gestured at the vines, and they retreated back into the underbrush after lowering Marta, still stunned from her ravishing, to the ground. Her eyes were still glazed over in absolute lust, and Zerafina knew that she had managed to gain three new slaves that day, and was that closer to realizing her revenge. Dark Acolyte Ch. 05 "Where have you been?" Lady Firanda demanded imperiously of Zerafina. "And where is my maid? She was going to find you and, here it is, much, much later." Zerafina smiled at the Lady Firanda, an outward show of friendship that went only as far as her very full lips. Even if Firanda wasn't the stuck up spawn of an inbred nobility, Zerafina would have very little positive to say to her. After all, it was Firanda's uncle, the Baron of Gorendale, who had murdered Zerafina's master and burnt her home to the ground. In retrospect, the Baron may have actually done Zerafina a favor by murdering her master. Her master had treated her well enough, she supposed, but it was upon his death that she gained access to his grimoire, had summoned the very Demon Lord of Lust himself, and had begun to gather a not-insubstantial number of followers. To be sure, they weren't much, being two sellswords, two of the reptilian race the skyyrim, and now a governess. The fact that the sellswords and governess were in the employ of the Baron was rather a nice touch, she thought. Then there was her imp familiar, the ever horny Tidget, but his usefulness was somewhat limited. "I do believe she was interested in taking a bath, m'Lady. Padryc had lent me a bar of soap, and as I was done with it, passed it on to her." "Oh," Firanda said, peering around the camp, the shadows steadily lengthening as the sun descended. The other four mercenaries were setting up tents, gathering wood, and one was starting to prepare what could pass as an evening meal. "Where is Captain Padryc, and that other one... the one with the scar? Where did they get off too?" Zerafina bit back a chuckle as she thought the more appropriate question was who they had got off on, but refrained. Firanda was still operating under the illusion that Zerafina was a midwife, or, at worst, a roadside whore. "I think they mentioned something about scouting the area to be sure that it was safe," she lied easily, knowing full well that the two men were recuperating from their earlier exertions of having thoroughly fucked her. As she talked, she walked over to the central fire where the cook, a lean, evil looking man was busy skinning rabbits. She rested her hand lightly on his shoulder and he looked up with a cracked smile. She leaned down to look in the iron pot that hung over the fire, giving the sellsword an ample eyeful of her expansive breasts. Firanda made a choking noise and disappeared into a nearby tent. Zerafina ran her hand down the man's chest and between his legs, softly stroking his cock through his pants. He smiled at her, but pushed her hand away. "Maybe after I get these rabbits in the pot, wench," he chuckled. "Otherwise it'll be my hide when the others are hungry and dinner isn't ready." Zerafina pouted, but nodded her understanding. "Well be sure to find me then," she said, whispering in his ear. With little else to do until the cook was available, Zerafina decided to take a walk around the perimeter of the camp. The sellswords had sent several of their brethren to keep watch, as bandits and beasts were common in those parts, and it was best to keep a watchful eye lest unwary travelers suddenly find themselves robbed, eaten, or worse. Zerafina was feeling slightly bored and more than a touch horny. She wondered if it was because of her devotion to Nyyphas that she felt this urge to have her holes filled with cock, to taste pussy on her tongue, to feel hot cum shooting into her mouth and down her throat and onto her ass and tits. As she walked, she saw a young sellsword leaning against a tree, trying hard to stifle a yawn. He grinned when he saw Zerafina, and waved her over. "Not bored are you?" she asked, running her red tongue across her full lips. "Not anymore," he replied with a smile and wink. "I wouldn't want the Captain to get jealous of you spending time with me, though." "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that," she replied. "What's a handsome young man like you doing with these ruffians anyway?" she asked, pressing against the lad, her hand finding his cock. The boy couldn't have been more than eighteen years old, and looked like he didn't need to shave more than once a week if that. "Oh, well, the Captain is my father. I've been on campaign with him since I was about twelve or so," the sellsword replied. "Is that so?" Zerafina asked, her voice purring as she pressed herself against the lad. She could feel his cock hardening under her hand, could see his knuckles turning white around the shaft of his bow. "I take it you've been with a woman before?" She took his earlobe in her mouth and bit it lightly. "Yes!" the boy gasped, his knees going weak and his attention faltering. "Good," Zerafina whispered into his ear. "I like a man with a bit of experience." She fished his cock out of his pants and sank to her knees. She ran her tongue along the shaft of his dick, then swirled it against his balls. The boy gasped, but managed to keep his eyes open and alert. He was supposed to be on sentry duty after all. It became even harder when she took the head of his cock into her mouth, her hand stroking the shaft, caressing his balls. "Oh my gods," he muttered as Zerafina's head bobbed up and down slowly, languorously on his cock, her mouth taking more and more of him into her mouth and down her throat on each down stroke, her tongue swirling around the head and teasing his slit as she sucked him. Zerafina heard him drop his bow finally, felt his hands running through her hair. She pulled her mouth off of his cock, only to take first one ball than the other into her mouth, caressing them with her tongue as her hand continued to work his shaft. "Lie down," she ordered the boy. Trapped in a haze of lust and desire, the sellsword sank to the ground. Zerafina hiked her dress up over her hips and straddled the boy, his hard cock quickly sinking into her hot wet pussy. She pulled her dress down her body, freeing her full, ripe breasts, and squeezed them, teasing her nipples as she rode the boy's cock. "So this is where you got to then," she heard a voice say from behind her. "And here I thought you were just interested in me." Zerafina turned to see the cook walking towards them. "What would the Captain say lad, if he knew you were getting your dick wet when you were supposed to be on sentry duty?" "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," the boy replied, though whether it was from having been caught or the fact that Zerafina hadn't stopped squeezing his cock with her cunt it was impossible to tell. "You wouldn't get the boy in trouble would you?" Zerafina asked. Her eyes were half-closed as she felt her own orgasm building, but she wanted nothing more than to feel the cock inside of her explode, for her cunt to be filled with his cum. She bent over the boy, reaching back to hike her dress higher, spreading her ass cheeks. "I have another hole here that needs to be filled," she moaned. "What do you say? Want to stick that pole between your legs up my ass?" "I think that will properly motivate me to keep quiet about the lad's indiscretion," the cook said, coming closer and loosening his breeches. "Let me get in there for a bit lad, don't want to try her back passage dry, now do we?" Zerafina moaned when she felt the boy's cock slip from her pussy and she groaned lustily as she felt the cook shove his thick hard pole deep into her pussy. He pumped hard into her for three or four strokes before pulling out. "Get back in her boy, then we'll see if she can handle me as well," the cook said. "Otherwise I'll just have to fuck her slut mouth." Zerafina easily slid back onto the boy's cock, and she felt the cook press the head of his cock against her asshole. She panted and groaned as he pressed against her. It wasn't the first time that she had her ass violated, but it was still much tighter than her pussy, and she had to work to relax her sphincter. "Ahh, there it is," the cook moaned as the head of his cock pushed fully into her ass. Zerafina gasped from a mixture of pleasure and pain as her ass was stuffed full of cock, the feeling made even more intense from the cock in her pussy. "Wait, wait, wait," she panted, head flung forward, breasts heaving. She couldn't move sandwiched between the two men as she was. She felt as her ass grew accustomed to the cock shoved inside of her. "Okay, slowly now," she gasped, her hands digging into the ground as the two men started to fuck her. It was awkward at first, but then they got into a rhythm, spearing her on their cocks, fucking her deep and hard. They started slowly, nearly pulling out of her hot holes before driving back into her. She could feel their balls pressed against her as they fucked her. The feeling that she was completely at their mercy, unable to move, to do anything but take their cocks, to be used for their lust, drove her over the edge and she came hard, screaming her pleasure and not caring who heard her cum. "Ugh, I'm going to cum, you bitch," grunted the cook, thrusting harder into her ass. The boy underneath her thrust up harder into her, and she was amazed that he hadn't cum in her hot wet cunt yet, and couldn't wait to feel his sperm shooting into her womb. "Yes, yes, cum in me. Fill me with your hot seed. Fill my cunt and ass with your cum!" Zerafina screamed, another orgasm overcoming her. The two men groaned. The cook started to cum first, and Zerafina could feel his cock throbbing in her ass, shooting deep into her bowels. That served to set off the boy under her, and she could feel him cum deep inside of her as well. As they came, she could feel the tendrils of lust and control loop themselves around their will, binding them to her and adding them to her growing army of sex-controlled servants. The two slowly eased themselves from Zerafina's ravished holes, cum dripping from their cocks onto the ground. Zerafina sat up and slowly bathed their cocks with her tongue, moaning as she enjoyed the musky, salty taste of their cocks. "I better get back to the camp," the cook murmured, softly stroking Zerafina's ass as she straightened out her dress. "People are going to be wondering where dinner is." Zerafina smiled at him. "Good idea. I'll be along shortly. We don't need the entire camp to know what we had been up to." The cook nodded and made his way back to the camp as the boy straightened out his clothes and tried and failed to wipe the giant smile off of his face. When he returned to camp, Zerafina was sure that everyone would know that he had sex, and there were only so many suspects that could be responsible. That was good, as it made it more likely that the other members of the mercenary band would come seek her out. She stretched out the strands of lust and control that she had wound around her growing band, seeking out Marta. Zerafina smiled when she realized that Marta was down by the river taking a bath, but more importantly she had enticed one of the mercenaries to join her. The mercenary was currently balls deep in her cunt, Marta's legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked her. Zerafina was impressed at how quickly the governess had moved from the role of chaste protector to that of wanton whore. It certainly made Zerafina's job of seducing the rest of the mercenaries easier. As useful as having a band of mercenaries under her control was, however, it was but a step to her longer term goal of gaining revenge against Baron Gorendale. Her more immediate goal was the seduction of his daughter, but so far Firanda had been very careful not to put herself in a position where Zerafina would be able to take advantage of her. She was hesitant to make too bold a move, both for the fact that the entire band of mercenaries was not yet under her control, but she also wasn't sure if the girl had any magical charms or protections on her person that would prevent Zerafina from seducing her to her cause. She tapped her finger against her teeth in thought, then smiled wickedly. She did know someone that did know however, and Zerafina could tell that Marta had just finished, having just had her tits painted by the mercenary she had seduced. Zerafina changed direction, moving away from the camp and going towards the river. She passed the mercenary who gave her a lewd and knowing smile as she passed him, and she gave him a wink in return. She found Marta rearranging her dress, and having some difficulty with all of the straps and buckles. "Here, let me help you with that my dear," Zerafina said. She couldn't help but run her hands over the curves of Marta's body, so much more full and ripe than the boyish figure of Firanda. "Thank you Mistress," Marta murmured. "I don't deserve your help." "Nonsense," Zerafina chided. "You have, after all, helped me to a great extent. I'm afraid I must ask you for further aid, however." "Anything Mistress," Marta replied, her eyes bright with lust. The tip of her tongue poked out between her lips. "I know. What I need to know is about Firanda," Zerafina said, running her hand softly against Marta's cheek. "I fear that she doesn't like me, and I would so dearly like to change her opinion of me. Wouldn't you like to help me with that Marta?" "You would make her like me?" Marta asked, her eyes bright with lust. "I don't think she's ever even fucked a man," the governess said. "A virgin? Truly? Or did she prefer women? Did you and her-?" Zerafina asked. "Oh no Mistress," Marta replied, her eyes going wide. "Firanda never showed any interest in me that way." "And how did you look at her?" Zerafina said, pressing her hand against Marta's breast, squeezing it perhaps harder than she had to. "Did you ever want to seduce her?" "Oh, Mistress! No Mistress! At least not until I met you," Marta said. "I would love to help you seduce her, Mistress. Please, can I help you?" "I was counting on you helping me," Zerafina said, smiling. "No one knows Firanda better than you, correct?" "Correct, Mistress," Marta responded, stifling a moan as Zerafina pinched and twisted her nipple. "Oh, Mistress..." "Tell me, Marta, does Firanda possess any charms that protect her from charms and enchantments?" Zerafina asked. She stopped helping the governess dress and started to disrobe her, her fingers tracing the inside swell of the governess' breasts. "A necklace Mistress!" Marta gasped as Zerafina took a nipple into her mouth, biting down on it. "A necklace passed down from her mother. Oh, yes!" Zerafina continued to strip Marta, pulling her down to the grass. Zerafina ran her tongue along the inside of Marta's thigh, her fingers caressing her legs. Marta reached down, tugging on Zerafina's hair. "Can you get this necklace for me, Marta?" Zerafina asked, sliding her tongue slowly between the lips of Marta's pussy. "Ungh! Yes, Mistress!" Marta cried out, arching her back as Zerafina circled her tongue against Marta's clit. "Good," Zerafina said, smiling, kissing along Marta's stomach. "Bring it to my tent tonight, will you?" "Of course," Marta said. "Mistress, please Mistress?" Zerafina's smile grew wider and she quickly sat up and stripped out of the rest of her clothes. "Mistress?" Marta asked. Her question was soon answered when Zerafina turned around so that her pussy was by Marta's tongue and her own face was buried back between her legs. Marta eagerly licked and lapped at Zerafina. Zerafina, for her part, slid first one then two fingers into Marta's dripping wet pussy, her tongue flicking against Marta's clit then pulling it into her mouth, sucking on it and teasing it lightly with her teeth. Zerafina could feel Marta bucking her hips up into her mouth, heard her moaning as she licked and kissed her pussy feverishly. Marta came hard and Zerafina followed shortly after with an orgasm of her own. "Thank you Marta," Zerafina said as she dressed. "Don't forget the necklace tonight, understand?" "Of course, Mistress." Marta left Zerafina, her hips swaying seductively as she departed. Zerafina followed soon after. She smiled at the mercenaries as they went about their camp routine, her smile growing wider when Padryc brought her over a bowl filled with vegetables and rabbit meat. "Why thank you, Captain." "Of course," he said, his hand reaching down to squeeze her ass. Zerafina moaned and leaned in closer. "Later, my pet," she hissed into her ear. "Meet me outside the Lady Firanda's tent tonight, would you? I will have a special treat for you." She felt for his hardening cock and gave it a squeeze. "A treat eh? Well I can't pass up that now can I?" he replied. The camp soon settled down after dinner with the mercenaries going about the tasks common to any group of soldiers: talking, bragging, caring for their gear, gambling. A few gave Zerafina and Marta longing looks. Zerafina had not seen Firanda at the cook fire, but she had seen Marta carry a plate to Firanda's tent. Zerafina did not have a tent of her own, and did not much relish sleeping out under the stars, again, but she felt that it was unlikely that she would have to if Marta succeeded in the task Zerafina had assigned her. And if Marta was unsuccessful, well Zerafina was sure that she could convince one of the soldiers to share their tent with her. Zerafina wrapped her cloak around herself and moved closer to the fire. She could feel the skyyrim on the outskirts of the camp amusing themselves by spying on the sentries the mercenaries had posted while staying just out of sight themselves. Tidget, her imp familiar, had found a nearby tree to roost in and was eagerly waiting Zerafina to call to him. She resisted the urge to call to him, to use him to steal Firanda's necklace. If the necklace truly could protect the Baron's daughter from hostile magic, then it was quite possible that it could protect her from the imp as well. Zerafina smiled a cruel seductive smile. Even if Firanda had not been the Baron's daughter Zerafina would have enjoyed wiping the haughty expression off of her face. The moon was cresting over the trees and most of the mercenaries had gone to bed and Zerafina was about to give up hope that Marta would be successful when she saw the governess steal from Firanda's tent, an object clutched tightly to her chest. Zerafina smiled and waved Marta over. "I take it you were successful?" she asked. "Yes Mistress," Marta replied, holding a golden necklace out to Zerafina. The necklace was of a simple design, with a single emerald set in it. Zerafina reached out to touch it, but quickly drew her hand back as it felt as if she were going to plunge her hand into an icy river. "Keep that away from me!" Zerafina hissed. "Yes Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress," Marta said, tears starting in her eyes from having disappointed Zerafina. "I'm sorry Marta, it just surprised me is all. Please, find Karlin and give him the necklace. Tell him that I need it to be buried in the woods. Tell him that it is a favor to me. He will understand." "Of course Mistress," Marta replied. Zerafina made her way toward Firanda's tent. As she approached the tent, she saw Padryc leave his tent and move to intercept her. She called out mentally to Tidget and the imp winged its way down out of the tree and slipped into Firanda's tent. "So what is this about a treat then?" he asked. "I didn't think that we would want Firanda to know about our little arrangement." Zerafina smiled at the mercenary. "And what if I told you Firanda was the treat?" Padryc shook his head, laughing. "Somehow I doubt it. The ice queen would never go for it, and I need the commission from her father too much to push the issue." Zerafina lightly tapped Padryc on the cheek. "Leave it to me," she said. "I promise you won't be disappointed. Wait out here for me, but be ready for when I call you. Now you best be moving on before someone thinks that we might be conspiring." Dark Acolyte Ch. 05 Zerafina watched Padryc move away, admiring his ass as he swaggered around camp. There were definite advantages to being a devotee to the Demon Lord of Lust, and Zerafina suspected that she was just starting to appreciate all of the benefits that it would bring. Zerafina took a circuitous route toward Firanda's tent, making note of several of the more comely mercenaries to seduce later. Right now, however, she had a more pressing matter. After ensuring that no one was observing her, she slipped into Firanda's tent. The nobleman's daughter was flat on her back, her chest heaving, her lips firmly pressed together. She was still fully dressed in one of the floor length, high necked gowns that she favored, but her eyes were glued to the imp perched on her chest. Tidget was stroking his diminutive cock, but even as he stroked it, it started to grow, expanding larger and larger until it was nearly a foot in length. Zerafina did not know that Tidget knew such magic and was forced to wonder if it had anything to do with her growing devotion to Nyyphas. The imp was grinning lewdly at Firanda and was slowly pumping his hips back and forth, the tip of his cock just brushing against the lips of the baron's daughter. Zerafina ran a loving hand over Tidget's head and scratched him obligingly behind one of his ears. "Having trouble moving my dear?" Zerafina asked. "Imps are not possessed with a great deal of magic, but they do have enough to paralyze a single person, especially when that person was relying on a trinket to protect them." Firanda's eyes widened noticeably at that, but she kept her mouth closed tight. She did retain enough control of her body to shake her head back and forth, but that only encouraged Tidget to push his cock harder against her lips. "You are probably wondering how a common midwife came to be in possession of a familiar like this," Zerafina said as she rummaged through Firanda's belongings. "Whore!" Firanda spat and immediately regretted it as Tidget was able to force the head of his cock between her lips. "I'd be careful, Firanda. I hear imp blood can be fatally poisonous, so I would think twice before biting down," she said. "Ah, here is what I was looking for," she said, brandishing a small, sharp pair of scissors. "I presumed that either you or your maid would have a pair. Now, let us see what you have been hiding, shall we?" Zerafina started at Firanda's feet and proceeded to cut the dress off, starting with a long slit up her leg. Firanda let out a muffled moan of protest, and Tidigit's grin grew even wider at the pleasurable sensation that caused on his cock. "I'm sorry Tidget, but you are going to have to move for a moment, so that I can get the rest of her clothes off,'' she said. The imp grunted his displeasure but moved down Firanda's body, his clawed hands groping her shapely legs, his long tongue licking up the inside of her thigh. Zerafina could see her body grow rigid and she tried to pull away despite the spell keeping her body locked in place. Zerafina finished pulling the dress away, revealing Firanda's soft stomach, breasts like small ripe apples, and nipples that were hard and erect- more likely due to the chill air in the tent and her sudden nakedness as opposed to actually being aroused by Tidget's ministrations. Zerafina ran a hand over Firanda's breasts, down over her stomach and then down the opposite leg from the one that Tidget was lathering with his tongue. She pushed Firanda's leg open, giving greater access to what lay between. "No, no, no, no," Firanda was murmuring, her head thrashing back and forth, her limbs still refusing to obey her. "Please, gods, no." "Oh, I'm afraid that you are under the purview of a different god now," Zerafina said, her hand slipping between Firanda's legs and cupping her sex, causing the noblewoman to gasp. "You have managed to capture the attention of Nyyphas now, and he is a rather possessive god." "Why are you doing this?" Firanda moaned louder as Zerafina ran the tip of her finger up and down the slit of Firanda's pussy, slowly parting the lips of her pussy. "You truly don't know, do you?" Zerafina said, removing her finger only to have it replaced by Tidget's questing tongue. Zerafina shrugged her dress off, baring her own full, ripe breasts. "Your father, the Baron of Gorendale, killed my master. Your father," she continued over the rising moans of Firanda as her body betrayed her to the imp's long, rough, skilled tongue, "destroyed my home. He would have probably killed me as well, had I been home at the time. Your father very nearly took everything from me. I think it only fair that I get to take something back from him, and I am going to start with you." "You can't," Firanda said, her back arching even as she fought against the spell compelling her body to remain in place. "Oh, but I most assuredly can," Zerafina cooed at her captive, taking one of Firanda's nipples between her finger and thumb and pinching it. Tidget removed his tongue from Firanda's pussy and lined up his cock with her now soaking cunt. "No, not that!" Firanda whimpered. "I'm a virgin!" Zerafina tsked sharply, and nodded at Tidget to continue. The imp rocked his cock back and forth, burying it deeper and deeper inside Firanda. Firanda arched her back, gasping in pain from having her virginity taken so abruptly, so unexpectedly. Zerafina quickly covered her mouth with her own, her tongue pushing against the noblewoman's tongue. Zerafina felt the lust building in the young woman, felt her body betraying her, giving in to the darker urges that she was experiencing. Zerafina pulled back slightly, bending down to whisper in Firanda's ear, "You will belong to Nyyphas, Lord of Lust. You will belong to him: body, mind, and soul. There will be no greater pleasure than to serve him, and in return you shall know pleasures beyond what you could have possibly envisioned in your drab, boring little world. What do you say to that, daughter of Gorendale? Are you ready to submit to the Demon Lord of Carnal Pleasure?" "Ohgodsohgodsohgodsohgodsohgodsohgods!" Firanda screamed, her hands traveling up to her own breasts, squeezing them and kneading them as Tidget worked his cock in her. Zerafina ran her hand down over Firanda's breasts, down her stomach, and between her legs where Tidget was hammering his cock home. "I'm afraid you belong to a different god now. And he doesn't like competition much," she said as she flicked her fingers against Firanda's clit, pinching it and pulling on it. Firanda gave out a slight scream and Zerafina smiled. She swung her leg up and over, positioning her dripping wet pussy just over Firanda's mouth. She pinched harder on Firanda's clit. "No, no, please, stop!" Firanda begged, twisting her head away from Zerafina's pussy. "Then lick," Zerafina commanded, pressing her sex against Firanda's face, and twisting her clit mercilessly. Firanda screamed louder but did as she was told, sticking her tongue and timidly licking at Zerafina's swollen pussy lips. "Surely you can do better than that," Zerafina said, her own breath getting short despite the admittedly lackluster performance that Firanda was giving. "Maybe letting the imp have your ass will properly motivate you." Given her position, Zerafina couldn't see the look on Firanda's face, but she could feel her tongue getting much more energetic. Firanda obviously lacked skill, and she was still not enthusiastic about her assigned task, but Zerafina enjoyed the fear energized ministrations. The dark acolyte looked down at Tidget, his eyes glued to his mistress' more than ample assets, and could tell that he was ready to release himself. "Do it, imp," Zerafina cooed, her hands firmly on Firanda's breasts, kneading and squeezing them rhythmically as the noblewoman ate her out. Firanda's hands were tightly gripping Zerafina's full thighs; her own muffled breathing was coming shorter and harsher. "Cum in the slut's pussy. Baptize her with your seed for the Dark Lord!" The imp grunted and buried himself to the hilt in Firanda's pussy, causing her to moan against Zerafina's pussy. This in turn set Zerafina off and all three came together in glorious syncopation. When her own orgasm had ceased, Zerafina slowly rolled off of Firanda, letting the used and disgraced noblewoman a chance to breathe. Tidget slowly withdrew himself from between Firanda's legs, a long stream of cum connecting his cock to her pussy. Zerafina and Firanda were both covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and Zerafina could taste salt on her tongue when she bent down to lick between her new servant's breasts. "Such a good slut," Zerafina murmured, stroking Firanda's hair. "But do you want more?" The noblewoman bobbed her head emphatically. "Please mistress, use this slut," she begged. Zerafina smiled. "Captain Padryc, you may join us now," she called out. The sellsword was swift to throw back the flap of the tent and enter. Now that her attention was less diverted Zerafina thought she heard the sound of someone getting fucked but hard echoing through the campsite. Marta was adjusting well it seemed to her new role. Padryc looked with some disdain on his former mistress. "Did you have to make such a mess of her?" he asked. Zerafina's smile grew wider. "We did leave one of her holes untouched," she said. She crawled over to Padryc and unlaced his breeches, freeing his already hardening member. Without preamble she spat on the head and took the shaft deep into her mouth. She worked her tongue up and down the shaft, making sure that it was nice and slick. Firanda still hadn't moved, still caught in a mix of post-orgasmic bliss and the dark energies coursing through her. Tidget, with strength greater than his small frame would have otherwise implied, rolled her over and pulled her hips up so that she was in position. Zerafina let Padryc's cock slip from her mouth with an audible pop, and smiled up at him. "Her ass is all yours, soldier." Padryc grinned and shuffled over to where Firanda lay, dropping to his knees and lining the head of his cock up with her rear entrance. "Wha-" Firanda started to ask, coming out of her post-orgasmic daze, but her question was cut short as she screamed when Padryc drove his cock into her ass. "Gods that's tight," Padryc groaned as he pushed himself deeper up the noblewoman's ass. "It hurts," moaned Firanda, but her groans of pain soon turned to moans of pleasure when Zerafina reached around and starting fingering her sopping pussy. "Unhunhunh," she grunted as Padryc started to pump his cock in and out of her asshole, stretching it wider. Not one to let an orifice go to waste, Tidget started to rub his artificially lengthened dick against Firanda's face. Caught in a haze of lust and pain, she wasted no time opening her mouth and sucking hard on the proffered cock, her moans now muffled by the dick threatening to block her air passage and sending delightful vibrations running up Tidget's member. The imp grabbed two fistfuls of hair and was actively face-fucking the formerly prim aristocrat. "Ugh," Padryc grunted. "Not sure how long I can last in this bitch," he warned, his thrusting growing more frantic. Firanda for her part had started to actively thrust back against Padryc, her own moans turning into squeals as she neared her own orgasm. "Cum in the slut's ass," Zerafina whispered into Padryc's ear. "Fill it with your spunk." Padryc needed no further encouragement and with a final yell unloaded spurt after spurt of cum into Firanda's ass. Tidget was not far behind, causing Firanda's cheeks to bulge unseemly with his inhuman seed. All of that proved too much for the noblewoman, as her own body betrayed her, a powerful orgasm racking her slight frame. Zerafina could feel her used pussy clenching around her fingers, saw the tears streaming down her face. "Nyyphas will be pleased," she whispered. Padryc slowly withdrew his cock and slumped to the ground, soon asleep. Tidget smacked Firanda on the ass, and then slipped out of the tent to resume his vigil. Zerafina's exertions had exhausted her as well, and she lay down, pulling her newest female slave to her chest and drifting off to a well-satisfied sleep, dreaming of a lust-filled revenge for the Baron of Gorendale.