Sheyr Vindo, Level 2 Common Elve Cleric

“I was afraid you wouldn’t come,” the cloaked man said as the Guildmaster joined him at a table in the back of the tavern.

“I almost didn’t,” the Guildmaster told the man, looking around to see if anyone seemed to have recognized him.

“Oh, calm down. None of your precious adventurers hang around in here,” the man said with a chuckle. “If anyone here recognizes you they won’t care enough to mention it.”

“And what about you?” the Guildmaster asked. “Who are you hiding your face from?”

“Everyone,” the man said with another laugh. “My divine mission works best if I’m never seen. Makes slipping in and out of cities like this easier. The worship of my god isn’t forbidden here like it is in some places, but I know Azel’s Priests and other servants are met with distrust nearly everywhere.”

“Ah,” the Guildmaster, “an Azel worshiper. So, what is it a servant of the God of Cock thinks I can do for him?”

“Your network of friends directed me to you,” he said excitedly. “A grand thing you’ve set up there. The temple I represent has needs that mirror the needs of some of the men you’ve worked with in the past. Except it’s not just ANY women we require. At the current moment Azel has commanded us to bring the servants of Sylvulva, Goddess of Sapphic Desire to the temple for… well, something only Azel’s most faithful need know about.”

The Guildmaster raised an eyebrow. “Servants of Sylvulva, Goddess of Sapphic Desire? I know any woman can worship her, but I believe only those who have vowed to never feel the sexual touch of a man are allowed to be devoted servants of that goddess.”

“Oh yes, that is EXACTLY why Azel desires to make such women… suffer.”

The man tilted his head so the Guildmaster could see the lower half of his face. The evil smile he displayed warmed the Guildmaster’s heart.

“Good ser, I believe I can help you. And as it so happens there’s an obnoxiously doe-eyed, perky-assed blond cleric devoted to Sylvulva who’s been bouncing her firm little titties all over my guildhall. The sexed-up little slut shares her body freely with women but only teases the men. But you already knew that didn’t you?”

“You could say I had a little divine guidance in knowing you’d be able to help me. I was not aware of the specifics, you’ll need to tell me more about the cocktease.”

“And you say she’ll suffer?”

“Oh yes,” the man said with an eager nod. “For a loooooooong time. It is how Azel makes her goddess suffer.”

“Well then,” the Guildmaster said happily, “just tell me what you need me to do and I’ll tell you all about the vile little tease.”

* * *

I just don’t get that Guildmaster, Sheyr Vundo thought as she walked through town. Is he only interested in men? It doesn’t seem like it, I’ve asked around and people have said he likes women. That he hands out special quests he saves for them like the one he’s given me. But I think they are all wrong about it being because he likes women THAT way, I think he just wants to help female adventurers out. I’ve never seen him looking at a single woman inappropriately. And let’s face it if he was going to be ogling women he’d be ogling ME.

The Cleric looked down at her outfit. The white dress she wore had a scandalously short skirt and low-cut top that showed off an almost indecent amount of her cleavage. The fabric was also enchanted with divine wards that made it protect her as much as bulky metal armor would.

And I wove a little extra something special into the enchantment that makes the garment just a bit see-through. And when someone who REALLY wants me focuses on me the garment becomes even more transparent. With as drop-dead gorgeous as my diluted Elven blood makes me and my perfect, fit body and my beautiful blond hair nearly EVERYONE wants me. And knowing that I NEVER wear anything on under it. When I’m in the guildhall I get to prance around functionally naked and I LOVE it. All those women’s eyes on me. Mmmmm… Just thinking about it makes me want to run back and see what hot adventurer is willing to help me worship Sylvulva.

She knew the garment responded to the desire of men as well as women, that couldn’t be helped. Unlike many of her fellow devotees of Sylvulva she wasn’t bothered by that. The idea of being with a man repulsed her but TEASING them? That she enjoyed. She enjoyed being able to catch them looking at her perfectly firm Elven tits and reprimand them for looking at what they couldn’t have.

But I’ve never caught the Guildmaster so much as glancing at my tits. He’s just a nice, trustworthy older Human man. And this quest he’s given me just proves it. I’m still fairly low level and I’m tired of having to join larger parties to take on the tough quests in this area. Oh, sure, they ALWAYS need a healer, not even close to enough of us to go around. But splitting the rewards with groups that large SUCKS. I want a little extra gold to get myself some pretty things and maybe take some time off and find a few more pretty ladies to worship with.

This quest is perfect for me. Nice big reward and simple. I get why the reward is so big, though. It takes a certain kind of divine magic to banish the kind of spirit haunting this abandoned manor on the edge of town. I just happen to be one of the few people around that can do it. Oh, a few clerics were hanging about town much more experienced than me but I think that’s why they haven’t taken the quest, it’s so simple it’s below them.

Why else WOULDN’T they have taken this quest by now? The only other thing that would make sense was if they didn’t know it existed, but that’s silly. The Guildmaster said it had been on his books for a while now and he’s such an honest, kind man. I just can’t believe he’d lie or even see a reason he’d have to lie!

The hike out of town to the haunted manor took a LOT longer than Sheyr expected. The place was further away from town than the quest description had made it seem and the manor was much more secluded as well.

I should have left a lot earlier in the day. It’s already getting late and unless banishing this ghost goes quickly I’ll be walking home in the dark. Although I suppose once the spirit is banished there’s no reason I couldn’t crash in the manor till morning. It doesn’t look like it’s been abandoned for long. In fact, from the looks of things out here, it doesn’t look abandoned at all.

She feared the front doors would be locked and she’d have to find some other way in. It would be just my luck to get a quest that’s an easy payday I can keep all to myself but end up having to hire a Rogue because I can’t pick a simple lock…

When she reached the door she found it was not only unlocked but slightly ajar. As she pushed it open she felt an ominous premonition. Trusting that her goddess was warning her of danger, she drew her mace and muttered a quick prayer that made the weapon ethereal. The handle remained solid while the rest became transparent. It would be useless against anything physical but would be effective against spirits.

Once inside the manor her feeling of danger increased. “This spirit must be a nasty one,” she muttered, looking around cautiously. She began to worry she might be too low level for the quest. No, she told herself, no matter how dangerous this spirit is your banishment spells can make easy work of it.

Before she could banish it she’d need to find it. She decided to start on the top floor of the manor and work her way down.

This place REALLY doesn’t look abandoned, she thought as she began her search. There’s no one here but it looks like the owner and servants just took the day off. The lights are even all on! Although most of them are emberstone, so I suppose they are always on. And the candles and oil lamps could all be enchanted to self-ignite at specific times…

Sheyr found the sense of danger rising as she went up. She followed it, certain it would lead her to the spirit. It led her to a large, ornately furnished bedroom. This is the place, she thought as she prepared herself.

When she stepped into the room the door behind her slammed closed. A moment later the lights dimmed then flickered out. Before she had the chance to cast a spell to provide some illumination a bulky glowing figure appeared on the far side of the room.

“Ooooooooh! Oooooooooooo!” The spirit moaned menacingly, lifting its glowing arms and approaching her. It looked unlike any spirit Sheyr had ever encountered or heard tales of. Man-shaped but large and bulky and slightly formless. It looked almost like a tattered white sack draped over the form of a man. Under the tattered glowing surface there was only the bright blue-white glow of an angry lost spirit. It had no real face, instead, large eye holes and a menacing grinning mouth was cut into its surface, the inside glowing brightly.

“You will haunt this realm no more,” Sheyr declared, hefting her ethereal mace. She held her other hand up and began muttering the prayer that would allow her to banish the spirit. Her hand began to glow as she channeled divine power from her goddess, slowly approaching the spirit. It stood its ground, moaning at her.

This is too easy, it’s not even trying to fight back! It must know it’s doomed.

She let the banishment spell loose, sending a beam of divine light blasting from her hand at the spirit. Its tattered surface billowed in the blast until the beam faltered as the spell ended.

Nothing had happened. The spirit stood, looming menacingly. It began cackling evilly, slowly stalking towards her.

“Impossible,” Sheyr gasped. She began to panic. What kind of spirit was strong enough to withstand a banishing spell like the one she’d just cast? I have to run away. I can’t do this, I’m too low level!

The spirit was almost to her. She decided to lunge at it and knock it back with her ethereal mace to buy herself time to dash to the door and pry it open. But when she swung the weapon her mace flew through the spirit. Without the impact of the blow landing as expected she stumbled forward, bumping into the spirit.

What is going on? How did the mace pass through him but my body contact it?

Strong, solid ghostly hands grabbed hold of her wrists, squeezing tightly till she yelped in pain and dropped her weapon. “What are you!?”

“YOUR DOOM,” it told her as its glowing mouth opened. A thick cloud of red vapor was expelled into her face.

Sheyr coughed and gagged as the sweet-tasting gas clung to her face and stuck in her throat. She struggled to break free of the spirit’s grasp but it was so strong and she was growing weaker with every frightened gasp in she took.

Feeling woozy and weak she began to fall. The spirit lifted her arms, picking her up as her legs gave out under her. It tossed her back onto a nearby bed. The cleric landed on her back, knees draped over the edge of the bed as she collapsed.

“Too weak… can’t… move…” She struggled to remain conscious, terrified of what would happen to her if she passed out. “What… are… you…” she weakly asked as the spirit, laughing with evil glee, approached the bed. “Why didn’t… the banishing spell… work?”

It laughed again, the sound morphing. It stopped sounding distant and ghostly and became the laugh of a man, a regular man. “Because, you dumb lesbian bimbo, I’m not a ghost.”

The intense glow inside the “spirit” died as did the glow on its outside, which was revealed to be a tattered burlap sack. As the glow disappeared the bulky shape of the figure deflated, revealing the form of a very normal-looking man. He pulled the sack off, revealing he was a Human man, strong but not exceptionally so.

And he was naked.

“Who?” She gasped, struggling to get up but unable to do more than lift her head slightly to better look at the naked man. He wore only one thing: a necklace with a large charm on it, the symbol of a god she knew all too well. “No!”

“Yes,” the man grinned, fingering the charm. “I am one of Azel’s devotees. He’s sent me to you. Do you know why?”

She shook her head. She knew there was little love between the vile, perverse god of manhood and her own goddess, but she had no idea why one would be attacking her.

“Azel has decided that Sylvulva must be punished for demanding the women who devote themselves solely to her worship not share their bodies with any man. Azel has tasked his devotees with punishing her by punishing those women. Can you guess how we are to punish you?”

Her head was lifted enough that she could see her body out of the corner of her eye. She saw it shift and looked down as the fabric quickly became transparent. She gasped, knowing how much desire one person would need to be feeling for her to make the garment THAT transparent. Afraid of what she’d see but unable to stop herself, Sheyr looked at his manhood. She groaned in despair when she saw the foul thing swelling in arousal.

“We’re to make you break those holy vows to abstain from the sexual touch of a man. And then we are to drag your defiled bodies back to a temple of Azel for… well, I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise.”

“You can’t,” she whimpered.

“I can,” the told her, taking a step closer to the bed. “My god demands it. And it will be no hardship,” he added, grabbing his member and looking lecherously at her breasts and womanhood.

Goddess, no! I’m helpless and without anything on under my dress he won’t even have to take any small clothing off to use me in that terrible forbidden way! “Hear my prayer, Sylvulva, save your loyal devotee from this evil man!” Saying the prayer aloud took all she had in her. Once the words were done she went limp, expecting to pass out. But she didn’t. She felt as though there was some mental wall keeping her exhausted body awake.

The devotee of Azel laughed evilly. “What’s wrong, you sexy little tease? Noticing the gas I sprayed you with is keeping you helpless AND awake? Azel wants you to be awake for what’s about to happen to you. I want you to be awake for it, I enjoy it much more that way.”

He laughed again when he saw the shock in her eyes. “That’s right, you’re far from the first devotee of Sylvulva I’ve tricked into walking into a trap and you’ll be far from the last. Although I’ll admit, you’re by far the biggest fucking cocktease I’ve encountered. I didn’t fully believe a lot of what that Guildmaster said about you, but seeing the enchantment on that slutty garment and seeing he was telling the truth about you wearing no clothing under it? Azel be praised, you’re practically ASKING for this.”

“Guildmaster,” she struggled to say. “Will know… where I went… When I don’t… return… Someone will come…”

The evil man laughed again. “Oh you dumb naive little twit, don’t you get it? He helped me set this up! This is HIS manor!”

“No. Good man. Didn’t… betray me…”

“Oh yes he did. He’s not a good man, he’s pure evil. But he’s a good actor, isn’t he? I think maybe he hates women. I don’t fully understand that. Me, I LOVE women. I love them because of how I can use them to pleasure my cock.”

“Don’t,” she whimpered as he got closer. “Please. I’ll give you anything you want.”

He grinned. “Well, you dumb bitch, THIS is what I want. And you’re not giving it to me, I’m taking it,” he said as he pushed her transparent dress up, grabbed her thighs, and yanked her ass to the edge of the bed.

“Please,” she whined as he spread her legs. “Don’t,” she whimpered as she saw him grab his disgusting, throbbing manhood and line it up with her precious womanhood. “Goddess, SAVE ME!” she cried out as he spit on his hand and rubbed the moisture onto his thing.

“I’ve no doubt your tight little Elven cunt is going to be bone dry, but don’t worry that won’t last long,” he told her as he pressed into her.

She winced, turning her head and forcing her eyes closed. When that left her even more aware of the feel of his most male of parts invading her most womanly part she made herself open her eyes. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her body closer to his, grunting as he slammed into her.

The fear she’d been feeling remained, but anger began to push past it. Still too weak to move in any meaningful way, she decided she would not meekly take the violation. But what can I do? The last thing he’d said returned to her. “You won’t make me wet,” she tried to snarl, disappointed the words came out with a half-choked back sob. “I’ll never find your nasty male thing pleasurable! I’ll never be aroused by being raped. My goddess will protect me from such a thing, my faith in her will keep this from being something I enjoy no matter what you do to me!”

 He grunted happily, grinning evilly at her. “Oh, but your goddess ensuring you hate it is half the fun! And I’m sorry to break it to you, but I wasn’t talking about your cunt getting wet from arousal.”

“Then what? No! No, you can’t,” she gasped, straining to move, to get away, then going limp and erupting into tears. “Please, no, you can’t finish in me!”

“I can and I will,” he grunted. “And I’m almost… so close… CUMMING!”

Sheyr screamed then bawled madly at the feel of his seed flooding her insides. “No…” she sobbed pathetically. “I don’t wear any fertility wards…”

“Of course you don’t,” he huffed, keeping himself pressed into her as his manhood softened.

Sheyr hated the feel of it going limp inside her more than she’d hated the feel of it rigid and entering her.

“I wonder where you are on your moons,” he said, lifting a hand and fingering a ring he wore. She saw it send a pulse of red energy up his arm. “Think you’re fertile right now?”

Sheyr’s eyes grew large. Not at the question but from what she felt inside of her. How? I thought once they finished a man was done for some time. But I can feel him thickening and hardening in me. Such a disgusting feeling, but how? The ring!

Guessing what she was thinking he held the hand with the ring up. “A Ring of Azel. It allows a man to store up virility when he goes a full day abstaining from release. I ALWAYS abstain while hunting another of you cockteases down. I’ve got a lot stored up in here, more than enough to fuck and cum in and on you as much as I please.”

She shook her head madly from side to side. “No, please, no!”

“Yes,” he snarled, grabbing her body and lifting her with his cock still in her. He flipped her over, climbing up onto the bed as he pushed her forward. “Let’s try it from this position,” he said, grabbing her perky perfect ass cheeks and pulling them apart. “Azel be praised, your fuck holes are a glorious sight. And enough Elven blood in you that there’s not a hair in sight.”

Hands on her ass to keep her cheeks spread, he began fucking her again. She whimpered and cried, using what little strength she had to grip the sheets. “Stop,” she sobbed. “It’s awful.”

It WAS awful, far worse than the last time. He was right, he’d made her plenty wet with his foul seed. She could feel the nasty stuff being churned up inside of her, feel and hear it noisily and messily squelching out of her every time he slammed into her. She felt the mess building up around her precious pussy, felt it on his body, felt the mess spreading as it was traded back and forth between their bodies.

She began sobbing hysterically when she felt him cum in her again then remain hard. “Amazing, this ring,” he grunted happily. “As I said, I’ll be able to fuck and cum in you as much as I want. I’m going to pump you full of so much cum. You have a life of denying your fuckmeat to men that you need to make up for.

“As a Common Elve, with your blood diluted, you’re a lot easier to impregnate compared to pure-blooded Elves,” he grunted as he went back to fucking her. “Still not an easy thing to do, knocking one of your kind up, but it can be done. How long do you think I’d need to try?”

When the only answer she gave was a fresh bout of uncontrolled sobs he slapped her ass. “Such a pathetic cry baby. You should HOPE I impregnate you tonight. You’ll be lucky if all you end up carrying in your womb is another half-blood Elven mongrel. When I’ve had my fill I’ll be taking you into the basement to meet another servant of Azel and I very much doubt you’d want HIM impregnating you. Hells, I bet you wouldn’t want him to even try using that hole.”

Sheyr found herself concentrating on the looming threat waiting for her in the basement. What kind of terrible servant would she meet? Everything she thought of was worse than the last but she kept her mental focus on it, trying to block out the sensations of her body being violated.

He’d cum again then kept going, the mess he was fucking out of her only growing. His balls were covered in it and she felt it every time they swung and slapped into her body. There was so much cum leaking out of her there was even a wet patch building up under her.

I don’t want to feel ANY of this! Goddess, please, let it end.

“What are you doing now?” she gasped. He’d shifted and rested the palm of a hand on the small of her back just above her ass crack. The hand and her skin started to warm as she felt some kind of enchantment being woven into her.

“Just simple Stamp of Command to ensure you remain manageable as the gas begins to wear off. Always like to brand them right here, like a trampy tattoo. I like that you cockteases can feel it but not see it.”

He fucked her in that position till he’d cum two more times. By then the gas was wearing off but thanks to the Stamp of Command Sheyr had no hope of escape. With the gas worn off matters were WORSE. Once she could move he could command her to be an active part in her rape.

“Come on, fuckmeat. You’re getting on top. Sit on my cock facing away from me. I want you to look down and watch your mess-covered cunt sliding up and down my shaft. I want you to see the cum I keep pumping in you being forced out. Don’t look away from the mess on your cunt, don’t even fucking blink. You ride me till I’ve cum three more times.”

Sheyr followed every command given to her, including the command not to blink. If not for the tears constantly streaming from them she was certain her eyes would have been painfully dry by the end.

She’d thought the feel of his evil manhood invading and violating her was a horror that couldn’t be topped. She quickly decided WATCHING it violate her was worse, especially with the disgusting mess of cum that covered his manhood and her cunt. The worst of it was on his gross hairy balls. The mess of his seed was a frothy, foamy mess that made a particularly gross sound when she slammed her soiled womanhood that far down his evil shaft.

As distasteful and awful as it was it eventually ended. Sheyr had no idea if the evil Ring of Azel had run out of charges or if the man had just had his fill of violating her. The reason didn’t matter. It was over. She collapsed onto the bed, sobbing as she felt a river of cum flowing out of her cunt.

“It’s not over yet,” he told her as got off the bed. “Stop crying and come kneel at my feet. Your pretty little Elven snatch managed to make a real mess of me. You’re going to clean it off.”

Sheyr noticed a bucket full of water with a rag draped over the side not far from the bed. When she headed for it the man grabbed her arm.

“Uh-uh, fuckmeat. You’ll use that to clean yourself off, but first you’ll clean me off without it.”

“But how do you expect me to clean you off?” she balked. “No,” she whispered when she saw the evil look on his face. “NO! Please, don’t make me.”

“Get on your knees and lick me clean,” he commanded.

Sheyr groaned as she struggled against the magic of the Stamp of Command. It was not a fight she could win. She dropped to her knees and went about the vile, disgusting task of licking the evil man clean.

She started with the mess farthest away from his thing. Some of it was caked into his course leg hair. The feel of that hair against her tongue as she licked it clean was awful. The taste was worse. She gagged a few times, almost retching. The smell. The taste. The texture. All of it was awful and it only got worse as she worked her way towards his limp vile thing.

When all she had left to clean was his manhood she debated how to get the task over with as quickly as possible. I could simply take it in my mouth and suck it clean. No, I won’t do that! I won’t perform such an act on him without being commanded, even if he is limp and done with me for now.

She found that licking it clean was harder than she expected. If she was going to finish the job she’d need to grab it to lift it up to get to certain parts of it. She decided choosing to touch it with her hand was worse than sucking it clean. It will be over quickly and it won’t be like I’m performing oral on him, he’s not even hard.

The moment she sucked his vile thing into her mouth he grabbed her head with both hands. She groaned an objection, bracing her hands on his thighs and trying to push him off.

 As she struggled to break free, trying to twist out of his grasp and pushing and punching his legs, she felt the ripple of magic flow out from the accursed ring. His member grew hard in her mouth, pushing to the back top of her throat.

She tried even harder to pull away and thought for a moment she had succeeded. When he shoved her face back down the length of his throbbing member she realized he’d let her pull away. She gagged as his thing hit the back of her mouth. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back down the length of his shaft, nearly to the tip, then pulled her back in. He thrust his hips as he did, forcing his swollen cockhead into her throat.

It only got worse after that. He held her in place, fucking her face like it was a pussy. He showed no concern for her comfort, only pulling out of her mouth to let her gasp for air when she seemed truly panicked for it. She gagged and choked and half vomited up slick gross wetness that leaked from her mouth and dripped off his balls. He never once commanded her to let him. He simply overpowered her and raped her face, allowing her to pathetically slap and punch at him the whole time.

When he came in her throat he roared in satisfaction, shoving her off him and sending her flying back so hard her head slammed into the floor. She was dazed for a moment, thankful it at least seemed to be over.

“Can’t believe you didn’t expect me to do that,” he chuckled, out of breath. “Get up and crawl over to the bucket and wash yourself as best you can.”

After she’d done as she was told he called her over to him. “It’s almost time to go to the basement. But first, I think you deserve a treat for taking your dicking so well.”

She glared at him. “Fuck off.”

He smirked. And pointed to a nearby wall. “Hands on the wall, bend over, then lift that perfect fucking ass up.”

“What are you going to do to me?” she whined, her moment of defiance gone. “What are you doing? I hear you muttering a spell.”

He grabbed her head and pressed it into the wall. “Stay fucking still and enjoy your treat,” he growled as he grabbed her cunt and slid two fingers into her.

“Goddess, no,” she gasped as his fingers plunged into her. They were radiating warmth and pleasure. She knew exactly the spell he’d used. She’d had many lovers use the simple enchantment to aid in a little fingering.

“I noticed you didn’t get off, not once,” he told her as he began fingering with her surprising skill. “I suppose it makes sense. You must REALLY hate cock. So I’m going to help you out, make you cum.”

“No,” she gasped, already beginning to crest towards release. “Please, don’t make me!”

He slammed his fingers into her harder. “Cum. It’s a command.”

She howled as she felt the traumatizing forced pleasure, her body tightening as he continued to pound her cunt with his fingers, making her orgasm stronger. When he pulled his hand out of her and let go of her head she dropped to her knees, face sliding painfully down the wall.

“When will it end?” she sobbed.

“Never,” the man said gleefully. “Now come on, to the basement. I have a friend to introduce you to and he’s got a lovely little present for you.”

* * *

Sheyr whimpered and tried to run as she was led into the room where the evil Azel worshiper’s “friend” was. He grabbed her arm before she could get away and commanded her to stay in the room. The Stamp of Command would ensure she’d follow the orders, but she still tried to keep her distance from the evil thing in the room.

“This is Azronning, Demon of Azel. He’s going to help prepare you for the rest of your life. Once we’re done here I’ll be taking you to a hidden temple of Azel where you’ll serve as a kind of living fuck-shrine that doubles as a breeding mother to the various cock monsters spawned by Azel.”

The demon had been leaning lazily against the far wall, smirking at the Cleric. It stood, revealing the hulking monstrosity was even taller than she’d thought. It’s nearly ten feet tall! Roughly man-shaped, the demon had a head that was more animal than man. But no animal I’ve ever seen, uniquely demonic!

She tried not to look at the most offensive and terrifying part of the demon’s body. It had been easier when it was leaning against the wall. But now that it stood the naked demon’s massive hanging cock was inescapable. Sheyr found she couldn’t look away from it for long, the demon’s immense presence forcing her attention back to it.

Sylvulva save me! That monstrous member is at least the size of my entire arm and FAR thicker and the terrifying thing isn’t even hard yet!

As it approached her it grinned and held a closed hand out. It opened it to reveal the last thing Sheyr expected to see in the hands of a demon of Azel. The fact that it was sizzling and steaming in the creature’s hand, its presence so anathema to its existence it burnt its flesh, making it even more surprising.

“A Gem of Faith, filled with a divine connection to Sylvulva,” the evil Azel worshiper explained, telling her what she already knew. “Take it. Put it on.”

Sheyr didn’t hesitate to take the gem, the power of her goddess radiating out from it counteracting the repulsive feel of the demon’s hand when she had to touch it. She placed the gem on her forehead and muttered a quick prayer to Sylvulva. The gem sunk half into her and fused with her body. She felt the connection to Sylvulva she’d had as a cleric sharpen and intensify.

“You fools,” she hissed, twisting away from the Azel worshiper and gathering divine energy in her hands. She had to act fast before the man commanded her not to attack. “Back, evil man!” she screamed, throwing her arms out and sending out a blast of lightning-shaped divine power that knocked the man back.

He’ll be stunned long enough for me to deal with—

The demon grabbed her face, its hand so massive its grip easily covered the whole thing.

“Off me, foul spawn of Azel,” she screamed, her voice muffled by its hand. She grabbed the demon’s densely muscled wrist and sent bolts of divine lightning into its body.

It tightened its grip till she groaned in pain, lifting her off the ground as if she weighed nothing. “Pathetic,” it growled. “Your goddess has no power over me. Now stop this at once or you will pay.”

“Nnng! Never, fiend,” she growled, kicking wildly and sending more divine power uselessly into the demon’s arm.

“Have it your way,” it said, picking her up higher and lumbering to the nearest wall. It slammed the back of her head into the wall hard enough to crack it. “Behave or I’ll do worse next time,” the demon growled as it let go of her, letting her drop to the ground.

The blow might have killed her had the Gem of Faith not been in her. Thanks to the connection to Sylvulva it gave her the slam did no real harm. It DID hurt and it DID stun her enough that she dropped to her knees and almost fell over. More of Sylvulva’s power flowed into her, helping her remain upright on her knees.

“I don’t understand,” she gasped, still struggling to deal with the pain. She knelt with her head down, confused. “Why give me the gem?”

The Azel worshiper groaned as he got up. “To seal your connection to your dumb cunt of a goddess,” he told her. “It protects you physically so you’ll be able to endure all manner of terrible things. And it keeps you connected to Sylvulva. Without that gem your faith in her would falter before long. The presence of my friend Azronning here would probably have been enough to convert you to Azel worship before long. Now, even after you are brought to the temple, you will never convert to his worship even if you WANT to.”

“Stupid cunt doesn’t understand,” Azronning growled, amused. “Your torment will never end and through you Azel’s torment of Sylvulva will never end. Even if your body grows to crave the delights of cock, which it will, your mind and spirit never will. It also means you’ll always feel the divine command not to let a man touch you sexually. Each time we do something to you you’ll feel the violation in your fucking soul.”

“How could anyone be so evil?” she asked, beginning to cry.

“You’ve only Sylvulva to blame. Azel has no problem with women fucking women. It’s fucking hot, it makes his godly cock hard. But to command her faithful NEVER be touched by a man? That is an affront to Azel he could not let stand unpunished, especially with how fucking hot all the fuckmeat she calls to become devoted her are.”

Sheyr groaned, her body tensing. “What are you doing to me?”

When neither the man nor the demon answered she looked up. The man was on the other side of the room, leaning against a wall with arms crossed. He had an expectant smirk on his face as he watched her. The demon loomed above her, its vile monotonously sized cock within arm’s reach. The beast was also smirking as it stared down at her.

Sheyr groaned again, confused by what she was feeling. The world reeled confusingly around her as two external powers pushed to influence her body.

“Inhale,” the demon commanded her. “You smell that? The reek of my demonic cock, the stench of Azel hangs about it. A miasma of power that will eventually break any woman’s body and leave her craving cock. You can feel it beginning to affect you right now. But the Gem of Faith fused into your forehead is fighting against it, trying to push the power of Azel back. I’m sure it’s not a pleasant feeling, having two gods pushing for influence over your body. But here’s the thing, fuckmeat, Azel WILL win out. He’s a MUCH stronger god.”

Sheyr knew he was right. It was already starting to happen. She couldn’t look away from the monstrous cock. The terrifying sight of it was beginning to make her mouth water. She rubbed her thighs together, aware of how wet she was getting. It was a struggle not to reach down and start plunging her fingers into herself to sate a little bit of the need to be filled with cock building in her.

“I’ll never give in,” she grunted, the words had felt forced out of her. Her connection to Sylvulva making her resist. Even if she wanted to give in to the cock-lust growing in every inch of her body the gem ensured she couldn’t.

“She’s fighting longer than I expected,” Azronning said with amusement.

“The fuckmeat truly despises cock,” the man explained. “She’ll resist and fight every moment of it. It will be glorious.”

“It will,” Azronning agreed. His cock began to swell, filling and slowly rising as he grew erect.

Sheyr groaned then whimpered. “Please. No!”

“Beg for it, servant of Sylvulva. Beg for my demonic cock, a cock created by Azel. It is everything you despise. Beg for it.” He grabbed and lifted it, taking a step closer and waving it from side to side above Sheyr’s face.

She twisted her head back and watched it swinging left to right. Her mouth had already been open as she panted against the growing cock lust. With the demon’s cock fully erect and so close her tongue fell out of her mouth and she began to drool.

“Beg for it.”

“No,” she managed to mumble through the awkwardness of her tongue hanging out of her mouth.

Azronning dropped his cock on her face.

Sheyr grunted as it landed with a meaty “thwot”. She felt the weight of the thing in her soul, felt the demonic power radiating from it forcing her to desire it.

“Beg for it.”

Sheyr still had her mouth open and her tongue out. The cock had landed on her tongue and ran up the side of her face beside her noose. It was so girthy it completely covered the eye on that side of her head. “Pwees,” she mumbled, mouth open and cock resting on her tongue. “Pwee gwiv ‘ee ur kawk.”

Azronning grabbed his cock at the base and pressed it against her as he dragged it down her face. She licked desperately at the underside of it, opening her mouth larger as the massive swollen cockhead neared.

It’s too big. It’s too big. It’s too big.

His cockhead fell into her open mouth. As he started to press into her she adjusted her head and strained to open her mouth wider.

It won’t fit. It won’t fit. It won’t fit.

Her muscles strained. She felt reality around the demon’s cock shift and warp.

“It always fits,” Azronning growled happily. “Azel’s might ensures it always fits.”

Sheyr braced her hands on the Demon’s legs and rose higher on her knees to line the cock up better with the inside of her mouth. The pain of it being forced into her mouth was intense, but so was the relief of giving in to the cock lust. Yet the more she took in her mouth the more she wanted.

It can’t fit down my throat. It can’t fit down my throat. It can’t fit down my throat.

“Up on your feet, fuckmeat. Bend over forward so you can take down your throat.”

She did as she was told, feeling faint as the impossibly large cock pushed into her throat. She’d had passed out if not for the “protection” the gem of faith was giving her.

I’ll suffocate and die if he fucks my throat. I’ll suffocate and die if he fucks my throat. I’ll suffocate and die if he fucks my throat.

But she didn’t suffocate and she didn’t die. She WISHED she was being suffocated as it fucked her throat. The feel of something so large forced so far into her body was a nightmare she wanted to wake from. The fact it was a cock and her body WANTED it only made it worse.

When the demon groaned and came she wished she’d died. It was too much. She put her hands on her belly as she groaned, feeling it swell as an imposable amount of demonic cum was pumped straight into her gut. When it was done her belly was so large she felt and looked pregnant.

The emptiness his massive demonic cock left in her as he pulled it out of her throat was nearly as bad as the feeling of being stretched out had been. Worse still was how her body craved its return even before it was gone.

As soon as the cock fell out of her mouth she doubled over on all fours and began vomiting up an over-filled belly of demon cum. The sight of it exploding out and splashing onto the floor revolted her and made her vomit harder. Cum splattered up onto her face and chest, adding to the awfulness. When she had finally retched the last of it up she collapsed face-first on the ground in a puddle that surrounded her.

She mentally collapsed as well, her mind unable to take any more. Her body could take more thanks to the gem and the man knew that. Sheyr faded in and out of awareness as the man mounted her, fucking her in the pool of demon cum she’d vomited up. She had no idea how long he fucked her, she was too broken to comprehend the passage of time.

Sheyr drifted for a long time after that, only aware of the world around her for brief moments here and there. The man and the demon had talked about something. They’d put a metal collar on her, a leash connected to it that the man was always holding after that.

She became aware her dress had still been on when they pulled it off her. It had been soaked through with demon cum and she was thankful to have it removed. She was next aware of searing pain in her nipples that made her blackout. When next she was aware enough to see she saw that her nipples had been pierced and the metal rings in them were enchanted, although she had no idea in what way. Understanding something like that was too complicated for her fractured mind.

Next she was aware her dress was back on and had been cleaned. She had a ball gag in her mouth and her wrists were manacled together. The Azel worshiper was dressed and sitting atop a horse next to her, holding her leash as she stumbled beside him. They were on an unfamiliar road, traveling she knew not where.

Slowly her senses and mind returned to her. The gem in her forehead help heal both her body and mind. Everything that had happened in all its terrible detail came back to her.

She remembered where he was taking her: a hidden temple of Azel. She remembered the terrible things he’d said would happen to her there and knew there would be no end to her suffering. There would be no release, she’d be unable even to submit to her new masters and embrace their cock god. The gem ensured her faith remained strong. And no matter what they did to her body, no matter how they fucked and abused her or what monsters were allowed to impregnate her, her body would be healed by the gem.

Her only hope of release from her torment would be her eventual death from old age. But her Elven blood was strong. She’d always remain looking relatively youthful and desirable. She’d live hundreds, maybe thousands of years.

Sheyr groaned as the true horror of her future set in.

The Azel worshiper chuckled and began to whistle happily.