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She awoke to the flicker of candles and the sound of chanted invocations. A red glow suffused the darkness above her. The air smelt of incense smoke and, very faintly, blood.
The floor was rough and cold against her back. Some exploratory shifting told Fifteen she was probably lying on stone. She was not entirely surprised to find that her arms and legs had been chained again. Her heart rate rose; she swallowed fear.
As her surroundings came into focus, she noticed hooded figures moving at the edge of her vision. About five metres in front of her was a statue of what looked like a demon. It was broad-shouldered and heavily muscled, with large curved horns. Perhaps most disturbing of all was its large, realistic-looking penis, jutting swollen and erect from between its muscular thighs.
Fifteen would not have expected to feel aroused in such a situation, but as she stared at the demonic statue's erect member, a sudden warmth crept up between her legs, spread its tingling tendrils over her stomach. She was no stranger to arousal after last night, but that had been almost spiritual in its intensity. This was different; a wanton hunger that seemed to emanate from deep within her, stiffening her nipples, shortening her breaths.
A drum-beat sounded, then another. The former paladin felt her heartbeat quicken. A hooded figure knelt before her and carefully began to lift up the front of her skirt. She caught a glimpse of a familiar face.
"Tayr?" she whispered. The mage looked up. 'You were supposed to be asleep,' his eyes said. He took an unsteady breath and looked down again, drawing a small clay pot from in amongst the folds of his robe. As the drums sounded on, she felt something slick and warm touch her sex and gasped, realising belatedly that it must have been his hand. Whatever he was using on her, it made the fire in her blood burn ever fiercer, and she moaned despite herself, praying that he would give her some release. But Tayr only pulled away after a few moments, and faded back into the dark.
Frustrated, Fifteen focused her attention back to the statue's erection, and could not help but wonder how it might feel slipping inside her. She was surprised at how quickly her arousal seemed to have overridden years of celibacy and training, but then she remembered the mage's cryptic promise.
'Don't worry. She's enjoying herself. I've made sure of that.'
So this was magic. Perhaps she should be thankful.
The drumming sped up; the chanting altered in tone. Fifteen noticed a bright sheen on the statue's penis she was certain had not been there before; noticed too that its long, jutting fangs had taken on the look of bone where before they had only been marble. Its eyes, she realised, were alive—and burning with lust.
This was no statue, not any longer. The demon took a step toward her, then another, and Fifteen suddenly realised how exposed she was. There was nothing between her pussy and that monstrous erection but a thin layer of silk and about three metres in distance. The thought should have terrified her, but instead it made her shiver with anticipation. She wanted that thing to fuck her. She needed it.
The Beast advanced on her, its gaze raking over her body with a fearsome desire. Suddenly, it crashed to its knees, and grabbed the chains binding Fifteen's legs, yanking her toward itself before ripping off her filmy skirt and flinging it away. Its hands were round her ankles now, her sex burning with anticipation. 'Fuck me,' she thought, and with one hard thrust, it rammed itself into her. She felt its erection filling her completely, huge and hot and satisfying and hard.
It did not stop to let her enjoy the sensation; instead, it began to thrust in and out of her furiously, with ragged, bestial breaths that would have disgusted Fifteen had she not been so desperately aroused. She tugged at the chains, desperate to massage her own shivering breasts, to touch herself, anything to release the pressure that was slowly building up inside her, a growing warmth that seemed to radiate outward from deep within her groin. The beast was grunting now, a harsh and animalistic sound that seemed only to enhance her desire; she groaned and writhed as it thrust its hips, pushing her own against its groin to try and drive it deeper.
Suddenly, the warmth in her sex exploded outward and she cried out, arching her back as the dizzying pleasure overcame her in waves. She felt the walls of her pussy contract; felt the hard, thrusting member of the beast slam with doubled ferocity and stop suddenly; felt a fluid warmth burst within her which made Fifteen's body tingle with renewed pleasure. From the tenor of its grunts and the slowing of its thrusts, she realised that the beast had come, and felt her own desire wane with its orgasm, a vague disgust threatening to take its place.
The Beast withdrew and rose. It did not look at her. "The servant is accepted," it announced, in a guttural and rumbling growl. "The name shall be purged."
"You honour us," came a woman's voice that Fifteen did not recognise. "Tayr, anoint her."
She could only lay there, exhausted, as the hooded mage approached her again. He dropped to his knees before her, as the Beast had, and gently painted something cold but soothing onto her naked breast. It was some sort of pattern, but Fifteen could not make out what it was supposed to be. She tried to catch Tayr's eye, but he was determinedly avoiding her. The former paladin felt suddenly ashamed, and very alone.
What if she had just made an irreversible mistake? And that thing—it had spilt its seed inside her—would she have its child?
Fear gripped her from inside, but Fifteen steeled herself. No. She had to trust she was doing the right thing.
It was the only hope she had left.
