Barrelbloom
Chapter Four
Rachelle was agog at the tableau in front of her. The Iron Sparrows were often unprofessional in their conduct but this was something else, this was sheer debauchery.
Karabella was the kindest, strongest, most reliable fighter Rachelle had ever known and she was laid naked on the ground with a large purple object sticking out of her vagina and a collar around her neck attached by a leash.
Heilig had hardly been the most pious paladin, her love of expensive food and other luxuries could attest to that but she was now possessively holding the collar around poor Karabella’s neck and wearing what Rachelle could only describe was a net or web of purple ropes that hid nothing and revealed everything.
Abadale on the other hand, Rachelle did think this was in character for the bard. Just not in the middle of a quest. However, her costume had changed. Her suit had lost most of its black colouring and now was all purple, its high collar had shrunk down along with its bridal train and where it previously fit like a regular suit, it was now tight on Abadale’s trim body almost as if it had been poured onto her.
Rachelle immediately raised her red staff. “Sleep!” After her encounter with Larcene she didn’t want to take any chances. There might have been a rational explanation for all this but nothing came to Rachelle’s mind.
Nothing happened. Rachelle knew the spell should have been able to knock out at least one of the three Iron Sparrows in its range but it had no effect. The air around Heilig and Karabella glowed purple as the corrupted paladin’s aura absorbed the magic. Abadale and her suit simply shrugged the spell off.
There might have been a rational explanation for all this but none came to Rachelle’s mind and the fact that everything was purple like the poison that had affected Larcene could not have been a coincidence. She had to figure out a way to cure her comrades but first she needed to buy some time to think so she fled to the exit.
“Go get her.” Rachelle heard behind her as she ran. Whatever had happened, it seemed that Abadale was calling the shots now.
The mage got another surprise as she left the Barrelbloom structure. The sleep spell she’d cast on Larcene was meant to keep her completely out cold for a while but the thief was already stirring and opening her eyes. Rachelle didn’t have time to check on her as she ran around to the back of the domed building.
Rachelle’s list of options was thin, the exit to the cavern was too high and the walls were covered in an aphrodisiac that had changed Larcene into little more than a beast in heat. The structure at the bottom only had a single room and the rest of the party who had been corrupted were inside. Rachelle felt she was in a hopeless situation but she had to do her best to hold out for a miracle.
“Climb.” She cast the spell and scrambled up the curved outside of the building. Once she was at the top she lay down and looked around for her pursuers. Karabella had removed the thing from her vagina but besides her collar and leash that hung from her neck, was still completely nude as she strode over to the semi-conscious Larcene who was now being roused by the mostly nude Heilig. What concerned Rachelle was the fact that the swordswoman and the paladin weren’t moving in the raw, feral way that Larcene was, they were moving in the way they normally did albeit completely in the nude.
Rachelle was trying to keep her head down and avoid attention. She thought that if they were acting like wild beasts she might have a chance to wait this madness out by hiding, but if they still had their faculties that meant she was on borrowed time. They were bound to find her soon.
The two were discussing something between themselves that Rachelle couldn’t hear. She watched as Karabella walked over to the nearest point on the small moat of violet water that pooled at the bottom of the cavern walls, cupped her hands together and scooped up the aphrodisiac water with an exhalation. She brought the water back to Heilig who had turned the naked and still woozy Larcene onto her back. Karabella had lost an amount of the water but there was still enough for her to pour onto the elf who awoke with a moan as the aphrodisiac hit her breasts and dribbled down her body. The fighter then took her wet hands and rubbed deep between the thief’s legs. Larcene’s whole body spasmed as the aphrodisiac took instant effect and caused her to cum.
Heilig and Karabella left their elf comrade writhing and twisting on the floor as they both moved toward the structure that Rachelle was hiding on the roof of. She was keeping as low as she could but saw Heilig point for Karabella to go left whilst the paladin went separately around the right hand side, presumably hoping to catch Rachelle in a pincer movement. They would soon realise she wasn’t there and she may have to start fighting them.
The short brunette firmly gripped the white cloth on her red staff. She was hoping there still might be a way for all of them to get out of this but she still couldn’t think of one. She didn’t want to kill anyone but she was considering what she might have to do to incapacitate them if her sleep spell was ineffective again. She knew how Karabella and Heilig would approach an attack on her. Mages are deadly at long range but quite squishy in close-quarters compared to martial fighters. They’d try to attack her at the same time but spread apart in case they were both in range of a single fireball. “When fighting wizards, close the distance fast then hit ’em hard.” was the common maxim. As a tactic it lacked sophistication, but Rachelle couldn’t deny it would probably work well against her.
Rachelle watched as Karabella and Heilig met up behind the building. They didn’t look confused that Rachelle wasn’t there, they simply looked up at her.
“Rachelle, come down here. We all want you to be part of this. We owe it to you.” Heilig called up to the mage.
“You’re not yourselves! This place has changed you somehow! You’re all naked!” Rachelle shouted back as she stood up. She had some advantage with the high ground but there were two of them and even unarmed and naked they could both do damage in a fistfight.
“Little mage, I am myself! In fact I’m better than myself! I’ve let go of so much and I want you to too.” Karabella started to sidestep, creating a little separation between herself and Heilig.
“Stop! Don’t move! Stay where you are or I’ll…”
“Or you’ll what?” Heilig interrupted. “Or you’ll burn us to a crisp in a fireball? Or you’ll blast one of your legs off so we can’t chase you? Does one of those appeal to you because you could do either or you could be pleasured in ways you never dreamed before. Which do you want to do?”
Rachelle gripped her staff tighter while she tried to justify what she might be forced to do. Getting four resurrect the dead spells from a chapel might be extortionately expensive but she was sure the party would thank her eventually. Slicing off limbs would be messy but reattaching them would be cheaper than revival if she got the party member to a chapel and cured them of this curse. She was struggling with this ethical and financial calculus when she felt something pounce onto her back.
“You’re going to fuck me! You’re going to lick my pussy!” Larcene had snuck up on the mage and jumped on her back, making her stumble forwards. Her fall cushioned by her robes, she somehow avoided sliding down the side of the dome and managed to keep a tight hold of her staff. However this was her only spot of luck as she heard the material between her and the elf’s naked body start to fizzle away.
The rogue was frenetically pulling at Rachelle’s robe. The mage was unsure if she was trying to undress her or simply tear through her clothes. Rachelle eventually managed to twist herself and turn herself over. The length of her staff as she was laid down was at an awkward angle and Larcene being on top of her didn’t help. More droplets fell from the frenzied elf causing small holes to form all over the front of the mage’s robe. Rachelle pointed the tip of her staff at the centre of Larcene’s chest and readied herself to cast a spell.
Before she could get a word out Karabella grabbed her arm as Heilig tore the staff from her hands.
“Sleep.” Rachelle said. The words came out her mouth and echoed against the wet cave walls but without any magic or enchantment behind them. Without her staff in her hands at the moment of casting, the spell failed and without her staff in her hands anymore Rachelle didn’t stand a chance.
Heilig pulled Larcene off Rachelle as Karabella lifted her up one handed-by the robes. She knew she couldn’t fight her, the redhead towered over her physically and her staff was being kept far out of reach in Heilig’s hand.
“Go take her to Abadale. I’ll take this one for a bath and we’ll be with you soon.” Heilig had the feral elf under control by encouraging the rogue to roughly kiss and suck on her breasts. Heilig was clearly enjoying the attention from the elf and the precious remaining drops of aphrodisiac that were still clinging to her body. “Mmmaybe I’ll be a little while longer.” She purred.
Karabella bounded down the side of the dome nude except a collar and leash with Rachelle laid across her shoulders. Her long strides ended in a leap to the floor when the gradient got too steep to stand on, landing perfectly and coming to a stop after a few more steps on the ground. In awe at the control and athleticism Karabella showed, Rachelle felt vindicated in her decision not to fight but it wasn’t much comfort as she was carried to the entrance.
“Here she is!” Abadale crowed triumphantly as Rachelle was carried into the room, the blonde bard enjoying what remained of her suit doing something to her. Something Rachelle didn’t want a part of.
Karabella gently placed Rachelle down on her feet in the middle of the room. She looked around, the room was still mostly the same. The party’s loot packs were beside the entrance, the chests and boxes in the building were mostly ransacked and opened with small piles of checked treasure next to a few of them, there were also the Old Dwarven words carved into the floor. Something about it struck Rachelle as funny but the thought ed.
“You like her don’t you? You like her because she’s kinder to you and closer with you than the rest of us? Well good news, we’re all going to be very close to you. Intimate, even. Hold her.” On Abadale’s command, the tall redhead used her muscular grip to lock Rachelle’s arms behind her back.
“Stop it! We have to get out of here! If we stay stranded in this hole, we’ll eventually starve!” The short mage tried one last attempt at reason but the bard wasn’t listening.
“You’re going to thank me. Provided you can still speak with my pussy in your mouth, that is.” Ababadale hungrily looked Rachelle in the eyes but the mage turned her head away to avoid her gaze. “Hold still, little wizard.”
Abadale bent down and put her hand underneath Rachelle’s robe. The mage felt something like a silky appendage through her underwear and between her breasts. With a flourish Abadale whipped her arm away as all of Rachelle’s clothes got torn in a single line up her front leaving her underwear to fall to the ground and her robes hanging off her shoulders.
“Almost there.” Abadale ired her handwork as she ed another purple appendage from her tight clothing up and around the sleeves of what was left of Rachelle’s robes before spinning away in another theatrical flourish. “There it is!” she called as the robes fell apart to the floor and the mage was left naked except her boots.
Abadale was iring her handiwork along with Rachelle’s plump breasts and curvy body. “And to think you’ve hidden these under those robes all this time. Good news, I’ve finally liberated you!” It was unclear to Rachelle whether the bard was talking to her or her breasts.
“Now why don’t you sit back and enjoy this.” The blond bard gave the mage’s pussy lips a gentle brush with her fingers. Rachelle flinched at the touch of the bard’s teasing but felt another sensation down between her legs and looked down. Some of Abadale’s purple clothing had peeled off and was wrapping itself around the top of and between Rachelle’s legs. At first like bandages but then the seams disappeared and it looked more like a pair of purple silk panties. As this was happening Karabella sat her down on the floor with her legs in front of her. Karabella expertly kept the mage’s arms behind her back and sat down with her own legs either side of Rachelle. They were so close Rachelle felt the fighter’s trimmed pubic hair bristle on the small of her back.
The purple panties made their first gentle strokes to the mage’s pussy. She tried to wriggle her arms free a little but Karabella’s grip on her was like a vice.
“Mmhm!” she whimpered as she felt herself start to get wet. She steeled herself and focused on her magic defenses. Although the silky teasing felt good, there was something else the panties was doing like a spell or a curse that Rachelle could feel trying to worm its way into her soul. She could sense a tiny piece had got in before she raised her defenses but she knew she could keep things in check.
“Karabella, you’ve been very good so let’s help you out as well, hmm?” Abadale reached behind Rachelle’s back. The mage felt Karabella let go of her arms as the silk material spread over them, replacing her grip. Karabella used her now free hands to reach over and massage and knead at Rachelle’s breasts from behind. “Good instincts! Here’s another reward.” She reached behind Rachelle’s back again but further down, Karabella began to squirm and moan. “There! Two of a kind! How are you feeling, Rachelle?”
“Really good.” The mage replied. The cursed underwear was thoroughly teasing her but even though she was resisting its corrupting influence, she couldn’t deny how good it felt.
“Great! That was just the prelude though, you’re going to love this next part! Karabella, lie back for the first act.” The tall fighter wordlessly complied as Abadale turned Rachelle over so she was laid face down on top of Karabella. Her head barely reached the taller woman’s chest. Laid face down, she inhaled. They had travelled a while underground before reaching Barrelbloom and the redhead’s chest smelled of leather, cave dirt and sweat. Suddenly she felt something large and phallic glide into her pussy.
“M-mmhmm.” The silky cock constituted from her panties felt wonderful to the mage as she struggled with her arms bound behind her back to stay on top of Karabella who judging by her own vocalisations, was receiving the same treatment.
The thrusting continued at a metronomic, tortuous pace as both women enjoyed what Abadale was giving to them. Karabella’s arms were free and she was still using them to massage Rachelle’s breasts and pinch her nipples whilst keeping the mage laid on top of her.
Rachelle was beginning to understand Abadale’s fall. The panties were teasing her clit whilst each thrust drove into her and she could tell her magical resistance to the cursed silk was being tested. The mage felt a tiny urge to give in and her party as they explored every inch of each other’s bodies but she shook the feeling off. If she became the last to be turned, there would be no one left and no hope for any of them. She tested her bindings behind her back but there still was no possibility of loosening them.
“Ooohh, little mage! Please suck on my tits, little mage” Karabella groaned. Rachelle could feel herself enjoying her fucking more and more and felt the beginings of an orgasm rise within her. Rachelle moved her head and obliged, tasting the saltiness of the fighter’s sweat as she kissed and nibbled at the fighter’s soft flesh.
Soon the pressure was building too high and hearing Karabella’s moans from the attention of the mage’s mouth was getting too much and Rachelle could feel herself getting closer and closer.
“Are you feeling close too, little mage?” Karabella whispered.
“Ye-ess!” Rachelle groaned back.
“Cum with me. Cum with me no-ahhhh!” Karabella’s hips shook as she came and Rachelle was close to falling off of her. Rachelle however, didn’t feel the same release. The silky motion stopped just before she climaxed.
“What!? Nooo!” Rachelle couldn’t believe how close she had been. The silk underwear that had been steadily fucking her and massaging her clit had slowed to a steady caress. Keeping her warmed up and needy but not satisfied.
“Looks like you’re not ready yet. Maybe you’ll break when we show you what you’re missing from our little troupe. Kneel here.” Rachelle found herself moving over to where Abadale was pointing. It was at the feet of Karabella, the redhead still laid on the ground and recovering from her orgasm.
Rachelle looked down at her legs. The cursed silk had expanded over her body, encoming her whole legs down to her ankles and two lines coming up her chest over her breasts before connecting behind her neck somewhere. Her arms were still bound behind her back and the suit was covering enough to puppet her however it wanted or however Abadale desired.
Abadale made sure Rachelle was watching her as she stood over Karabella on the ground. The fighter’s long red hair was spread on the floor until the bard used her foot to nudge it nearer to the fighter’s head as she looked for a place to stand. She didn’t look at the fighter, instead she kept eye with Rachelle. It slightly pained the mage to see Karabella’s beautiful hair kicked aside like unwanted stone off a path but she knew the bard was trying to get a reaction and testing her patience.
Rachelle’s clothing began fucking and pinching her again as she knelt down and she could see Karabella was also taking the same treatment on the floor. Abadale, not breaking eye with the mage lowered herself on her haunches down onto Karabella’s face. Her skintight suit retreated from covering her whole skin to revealing every part of her lithe, toned figure. Once Karabella’s pussy was in place, the fighter underneath began licking at the folds above her mouth as Rachelle could only watch.
Rachelle was entranced as Abadle rolled her hips across the prone fighter’s face, grinding her pussy across Karabella’s mouth. She looked like she was enjoying herself.
“She’s very good. I think she deserves a reward.” Abadale tugged the leash that was around Karabella’s neck, pulling the redhead’s mouth deeper into her pussy. Rachelle felt her own pussy get even wetter. She felt jealous of both of them but also powerless as the clothing that had trapped her was pleasuring her until she felt an orgasm welling up inside her.
The mage did her best to hide what she was feeling. She needed to cum and was hoping if she disguised how close she was, Abadale and the infernal silk would slip up and allow her the release she was craving.
The near constant buildup was getting too much and Rachelle wasn’t able to move herself away from the thorough fucking she was receiving. Abadale keenly watched her as the licking the bard was receiving from the fighter beneath her began to falter.
Karabella was trying to keep up her pace as Abadale tugged on her leash but she looked like the teasing she was receiving in her own panties was getting too much and she kept pausing involuntarily as she moaned.
“You’re getting there, Rachelle. Go on, cum for me.” Abadale teased. Rachelle’s heart sank a little. The bard had seen through her and was now toying with her. Watching the blonde use Karabella to the point her pussy juices were dripping onto the fighter’s face whilst her own pussy was being steadily fucked. It was getting too much for Rachelle as her brown hair fell into her eyes.
Karabella arched her back as she came with a scream. Whilst she was being fucked, the sight of the athletic fighter writhing naked on the floor cumming whilst being used like a tool or a toy by the gorgeous blonde bard was surely enough to make Rachelle cum but it didn’t happen. At the very instant it felt like her dam was going to break, the mage’s cursed underwear stopped pleasuring her again and she was trapped, kneeling and forced to watch Karabella reaching a climax that she was denied.
“Ooop! You see, you don’t get to cum like us until you us. Karabella, why don’t you tell Rachelle what she’s missing?” Abadale dismounted from the fighter and used the leash in her hand to pull her up to a seated position.
“I have… a wicked heart… and a needy pussy.” Karabella replied, panting.
“You see? Good girl.” She possessively kissed Karabella around her mouth which was shining with the bard’s pussy juices. “We’ll persuade you soon enough. Larcene and Heilig will be reing us again soon.”
Rachelle let out a small whine. She was being held up kneeling and bound by the cursed purple clothing that began pinching at her nipples. The pain didn’t matter to her, she was trying to hold out for a miracle. She silently begged Heilig’s Seven Patrons but didn’t have much hope in their intervention. They were all trapped like flies in… “Oh no.”
The mage had figured it out but it didn’t matter now. Heilig led a dripping and nude Larcene into the room by a harness she’d made using the purple cursed silk rope. The elf looked cumdrunk and was bound by her wrists in front of her. She was soaked and dripping with the aphrodisiac. Heilig held a rope her binds in one hand and a long purple stick in the other. The amethyst necklace was still dangling between her large tits.
“This whole place is a trap! It’s all a trap! The poison, the suit, even that necklace! It’s not Barrelbloom!” Rachelle tried to explain but the rest of the Iron Sparrows weren’t listening. Larcene was laid down in front of her, visibly horny and swimming in pleasure from the sparkling cave water that covered her lithe body and small breasts.
“I told you that you were going to suck the poison out of me.” The elf giggled as she opened her legs for the mage.
“No! We’re in a trap! “Barrelbloom” wasn’t the name, it was a warning from someone who was caught before us but I translated it wrong! The container wasn’t a barrel, it was “a pitcher” and “bloom” could’ve been just “plant”! This place is like a pitcher plant! We’re in a trap! We try to climb out but it just poisons us further!” Rachelle’s warnings fell on deaf ears.
The air around her turned purple as Heilig’s corrupted aura filled the space, Rachelle’s magic defences were taking a battering as she struggled under its influence. No longer feeling like the fresh breeze in a stuffy library, the fallen paladin’s aura now reminded her of the feeling of finding an unwatched corner of the library and illicitly fucking in there.Still on her knees with her legs apart, the mage was holding on for her life as the tainted aura came close to breaking her. “Mmmmmhm! We need to escape... Please… Listen to me!”
Panting, tormented and hornier than she ever felt possible, Rachelle felt her puppeted body lead forwards and stop leaving her head above Larcene’s wet and aphrodisiac-soaked pussy. The cursed clothing that binded her kept her balance whilst also keeping her arms behind her back. She looked at the purple sparking water soaked into the elf’s thick bush. She needed to somehow hold out longer but she couldn’t imagine who could even save them all now. The air around her in the paladin’s aura was purple and crackling with lust.
The mage was barely holding onto the last of her own will when Heilig went beside her and gave her a deep kiss. The fallen paladin’s large tits swayed as she went behind the bound and helpless Rachelle and threaded a large knobbly, purple stick between the mage’s legs. Rachelle looked between her legs and recognised the stick immediately. It was her staff. The red wood polish had turned purple and the white cloth grips were also gone but she knew from the knots and shape of it that it must have been her staff.
“What did you do to it?” Abadale had her suspicions but was still doing anything she could to buy time. To keep them talking. Someone had to save her.
“I just left it to soak for a bit while I dealt with Larcene. Both of them are ready for you.” Heilig lifted the uneven staff until Rachelle was straddling it with her pussy. Her cursed clothing moved away to leave her pussy bare against the aphridisiac-soaked wood.
“Ahhhh-ooohhhh!” It felt so good. Rachelle’s pussy lips tingled instantly and she almost cum there and then. She tried looking around for something to distract her but met the eyes of Abadale, sat on a chest clutching the collar and leash of Karabella who was eating her out.
Heilig slowly slid the staff down along Rachelle’s cunt, its bumps and knots surprising her as they ed along her pussy lips. Desperate and out of ideas, she tried to cast a spell. She was in with her staff and hoped her connection with it over several years could break through its corruption.
Rachelle felt a heat consume her body. Her connection to her staff only became a conduit for her surrender, the purple corruption seeped through her skin, her magic and even her pussy and she fell.
Her head went forward and she pushed her face deep into Larcene’s elf cunt, lapping the aphrodisiac vigorously, her arms still bound behind her.
“Yesss! Suck my cunt, little mage!” Larcene crowed, getting more alert and holding the mage’s face to her pussy, forcing Rachelle’s nose into her wet bush.
The mage could only oblige. Heilig continued to slowly grind Rachelle’s staff along the mage’s pussy, each inch and bulge sending shockwaves through the short brunette. She had lost but she couldn’t care, the taste of lavender tea and demon magic being sucked from the thief’s pussy tasted better than any rescue she could have ever hoped to hold out for. She pushed her tongue deeper before Larcene forced her head into position and to suck on the elf’s clit.
After more of the staff had ed along the slit of her sex, Rachelle came harder than she has ever in her life. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she almost lost consciousness. She had barely recovered and was still dazed when she brought her lips back to Larcene’s clit.
Larcene wrapped her thin but powerful legs around Rachelle’s head as her own climax washed through her. Her lower lip quivering and making her exhales sound like a shiver. Rachelle heard a loud squeal nearby from Abadale cumming over Karabella’s face.
Rachelle felt her arms becoming free from behind her back so she wrapped them around Larcene’s thighs as she tongued the folds of the elf’s pussy. She felt more heat spread over her body as the aphrodisiac travelled down her throat. Her worries about being in an apparent trap were now nonexistent as she coaxed an orgasm out of Larcene using her mouth.
“Oooohhmmm!” The flexible elf rolled her hips like a wave that ed all the way up to her head but Rachelle continued the ministrations she was delivering to the thief’s clit. The mage opened her eyes to see Heilig had ed them with Larcene craning her neck from her reclined position to suck on the fallen paladin’s dark brown nipples.
Rachelle was so focused on her task she had forgotten about Abadale or Karabella. She was still on all fours eating Larcene’s pussy when she felt hands stroking her arse before teasing her pussy, making her moan into Larcene’s elf cunt. Karabella maneuvered her head underneath the small mage’s legs and began to lick eliciting another moan.
Rachelle was trying to grind her cunt into the fighter’s face whilst still pleasuring Larcene when she felt a hard slap on her arsecheek. The pain stung the mage but instead of calling out, Rachelle made a sound closer to a nervous giggle as she licked at the bush and folds of Larcene.
“You enjoyed that.” Abadale said from behind Rachelle. She delivered another smooth spank into the other plump cheek of the mage, making her shudder into Larcene’s pussy and her own cunt drip into Karabella’s mouth.
“Ye-esss!” Rachelle replied. On the corner of her eye, she could see Heilig, still getting her large tits sucked by Larcene, cumming from the purple material that was covering and fucking the paladin’s pussy. The silk had spread over Larcene as well and appeared to be pleasuring the elf whilst covering her modest but sensitive chest.
Abadale delivered blow after blow to Rachelle’s exposed rear as the mage’s giggles changed to muffled yelps. Rachelle felt the heat coming off her own arse as the bard caressed her cheeks, iring her handiwork. The mage was bracing herself for another round from the bard when she was taken by surprise, It felt like the blonde was pushing a silky cock directly into Rachelle’s arse.
“Ahhh!” Racelle moaned. The phallus was pushing into her slowly and she reflexively lifted her head and arched her back. It had felt like the fucking she had received earlier but different, she turned her head slightly and saw the makeshift cock was coming from Abadale’s hips. The blonde grinning as her eyes met Rachelle’s before she slid her thick rod further into the mage’s rear.
The mage had never felt so filled before and her juices were a torrent gushing onto the face of Karabella who occasionally managed to get a few licks of the brunette mage’s pussy. Within a moment she felt Abadale’s hips bump against her curvaceous buttocks. Rachelle gasped when the bard slowly pulled her hips back before driving them forward back into the mage’s arse. The sensations were sending Rachelle delirious with pleasure to the point she once again almost lapsed into unconsciousness.
“Abadale… Thank you.” Rachelle finally said as the blonde bard anally rammed the purple cock into her over and over.
The Iron Sparrows consumed by lust, were stuck in an orgy for hours and hours.The aphrodisiac water offered little in way of nutrition and the tired adventurers only wanted to fuck each other.
“Cease.” The party immediately knelt to attention and found there was a well-dressed demon standing over them. His grey skin contrasted with thick black hair framed by two short, ramlike horns that curved forwards. He eyed the party, none of them moved as he gave each of them a glance one by one. Rachelle felt a strong urge to submit to him. She simply knew in her bones that he was a demon lord and the trap they were in that had so thoroughly broken them was all his doing.
“Hmm. Five including an elf and a paladin. A good haul.” Rachelle felt her pussy moisten from even the faintest of praise from her Lord.
“Paladin, how many of my kind have you killed?” The demon lifted Heilig’s chin up with a finger but she didn’t meet his gaze, she could only look down with her eyes.
“Dozens, my Lord. Maybe more than a hundred.” Heilig was still averting her gaze.
“You five must’ve been here for a while if you’re calling me that already.” The demon chuckled. “Tell me, paladin, how many of my kind have you sucked the cock of before?” The demon undid the buttons of his tros and pulled his cock out. Rachelle whimpered. She desperately needed that cock from her Lord and could tell by the whines and groans from Abadale, Karabella and Larcene that they did too.
“None, my Lord.” Rachelle wanted to switch places with Heilig more than anything in all of Medea. She couldn’t take her eyes off the throbbing cock and neither could Heilig.
“Well it’s time you started addressing that imbalance. Suck it now.” Rachelle groaned as the Lord’s shaft disappeared into the fallen paladin’s mouth. Even losing the cock from her sight for a moment felt like torture for the corrupted mage.
After what felt like an eternity for Rachelle, she heard Heilig gurgle and groan as the demon came in her mouth. The fallen paladin carefully swallowed to not spill even a drop. Rachelle was deeply jealous but felt like she herself could’ve almost cum just from watching. She needed that cock to cum in her mouth.
“Satisfactory. The five of you shall come with me. I may have plans for you” Dusting himself off the demon effortlessly opened up a purple fiery portal.
“Yes, my Lord.” Heilig responded. The five Iron Sparrows stood up and walked through the portal without hesitation or question. They all belonged to the demon, in body and soul.