Robert, Ertha, KeiraThe priest gives you a sincere smile . "You needn't worry. We left your friend in the care of our most trusted members. But she was adamant about ensuring your safety" He said leading you through the lower city.
The thing that strikes all three of you immediately is how desolate the area feels. The homes that haven't been hollowed out were boarded up. Broken windows, shattered crates splats of blood show signs of obvious conflict. "The Monsters that have befallen our city have pushed our people to the brink of despair. However, as men of the cloth, we can't give in" The Priest adds.
Your group seems to travel for about an hour until you reach what appears to be a rather run down bordello. "I'm sorry. This was the safest place I could bring your friend." The priest said as he opened the door...
??? uses Tendril Grab (Feat of Skill vs Speed)
???: 15 + 13(1d20) = 28
Ertha: 18 + 1(Trap Master) + 14(1d20) = 32
Robert/Rebecca: 15 + 3(1d20) = 18
Keira: 11 + 6(1d20) = 17
Just as Priest opens the door, Ertha can sense something is amiss. Her instincts prove correct when a wall of tendrils come flying to wards you all. Ertha manages to leap out of the way. But Robert and Keira aren't so lucky as tendrils constrict their bodies and wrap around their necks. From the door way, you see the source of this new impediment. A woman with a paper fan and an elaborate bustle dress. She had a rather full figure accented by her long blond hair. Her ample bosom seemed to fall out of her rose coloured corset. But what drew your eye were the tendrils creeping from underneath the bustle dress.
"What have you brought to me today Priest?" The woman asked with a bemused look
"I just need you to keep these three busy until we finish our work at the church, Annabelle." The man as he attempted to make a quick escape.
Annabelle simply lets out a haughty laugh. "Well at the very least, he brought me a few cuties this time" She says turning to you all. "Now you three are definitely new to town. How did you land on Father Markus' shit list?"
Turn order:
Ertha
Annabelle
Robert/Rebecca
Keira
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AlaneThe two cocks inside of Alane wiggle against the walls of her pussy and ass. Her broken voice excites the other men as their cocks shoot more of their seed all over her hands and face. The two men inside of the young mage begin to thrust harder, reaching the very depths of her sex. Until with a final cry, they pull out spraying Alane's back and stomach with their semen. As they pant, Father Markus steps forward. "Remember, her womb is to be an offering to En'debu's Scion" He says giving her a moment to rest before they continue.
But so the gang of priests-turned-cultists descend upon Alane again. It goes on like this for an hour as the group makes use of her entire body. Alane's vagina, ass, mouth, hands, chest and even your hair are violated. But other their your mouth, they don't come inside of her. They manage to pull out just as they ... and Alane are about to climax. By the time the final priest arrives with the final ingredient for the ritual, Alane is covered head to toe in semen. Her anus and pussy quiver having experienced sex for the first time. While the incense have long burned out, Alane still felt like she was in heat
"She is ready" Father Markus says as tells the other to prepare the ritual once more. Once the bowl of herbs are placed on the ruin, the men begin their chanting. Still in a daze, Alane can only make out a few words. But what's more noticeable is how the room seems to be becoming darker by the moment.
Soon everyone else in the room disappears. Father Markus, Elma, the other cultists. A strange feeling of loneliness creeps into the back of Alane's mind as the darkness is illuminated by an endless array of stars. One star seems to grow bigger and bigger by the moment until it dissipates to reveal a monstrous being with no eyes.
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The being doesn't speak, merely approaching you. From underneath it's loincloth, a long phallic shaped object springs out. The shaft had a hard exoskeleton the tip looks fleshy yet soft. Once the organ is mere inches from her face, Alane realizes it's almost as large as her forearm. For a moment, the two of you stand their quietly. Almost as if the Scion was waiting for you to make the first move.