The Paladins Folly

"Please, touch me?"

Rosaria begged up at the beauty, who smirked back down at her.

"Not quite yet my dear"

With the Lich's words the world went dark and Rosaria fell unconscious.

Rosaria woke with a start. She had been tracking down someone? Trying to stop something? Everything was hazy. She couldn't quite remember anything. Shaking her head she opened her eyes, she was sitting in a room, naked. Thick shining red hair falling to her shoulders, she looked down at her body frowning. Something wasn't right. Her body had been covered in scars and permanently bruised, now her skin was smooth and blemish free. She still had the body of a warrior though, her legs were corded with muscle and her stomach was flat. She gasped as she noticed the iron bars through her nipples, she definitely hadn't had those before!

Gingerly Rosaria felt the bars, they had been placed through the flesh, but there was no pain, similarly her nipples seemed to have fully healed. Frowning she gave one an experimental tug, trying to see if she could easily remove it, as she pulled the bar she felt a shiver pass through her body and a moan escape from her lips. Something that simple had no right to feel that good! Nor leave her with such an aching cunt. She lowered one hand to her cunt, while keeping the other locked around her nipple.

Slowly she began rubbing at her swollen bud whilst twisting and pinching at her nipple and the metal bar through it, Rosaria let her head flop back against the wall, breath coming out raggedly as she moaned and rubbed herself, pinching hard at her hard nipples. Before long she felt an orgasm building, her thighs twitching as she desperately rubbed at her dripping cunt, before she felt it crash over her, drowning her in pleasure as she came, nipple bar clamped firmly in between her fingers.

From the darkness around her Rosaria heard someone clapping softly, striding out of the shadows came a tall beauty with black hair flowing down her back. She was wearing a single leather band over her nipples, infuriatingly hiding just enough to provoke a desperate need to see it all in Rosaria. Excluding her leather band, she wore nothing. Rosaria's eyes travelled down, following the thin band of hair that started below her navel and culminated with her cunt, dripping slightly with moisture, clearly from watching Rosaria's earlier performance. Rosaria could do naught but stare at the tall woman who twigged...something in her memory, although she could not quite place it, niggling doubts were swiftly cast aside as the woman continued to stare at her.

Rosaria could feel her cunt heating up as the woman stared, a flush rose to her cheeks as she stared, her mind conjuring forth images of the woman lapping at her cunt, or of standing above Rosaria's head and demanding to be licked, absentmindedly Rosaria began to rub at herself again. Pleasuring herself to the thought of fucking this mysterious stranger.

The stranger spoke a few words quietly in an arcane language, Rosaria ceased her rubbing to look up at the woman quizzically. The stranger smiled down at her, leaning down such that her mouth was near Rosaria's ear, her breasts hanging right in front of Rosaria's face. With a voice that almost sent Rosaria into another shuddering orgasm she whispered;

"You're still not ready yet."

Suddenly a group of warm, writhing tentacles of purple energy burst forth from the wall behind Rosaria, jumping slightly at the surprise she felt the tendrils swarm over her body. She looked up at the beauty in front of her, she was smiling again. So this must all be part of her plan, and maybe if she was good with this she'd get to fuck the woman? She hoped so. She surrendered herself to the tentacles as the surrounded her, drew her up to standing and forced her legs apart, they were rough, using force to drag her around. She couldn't help but shiver a little as the tentacles pushed her around, something in how rough they were turned her on more and more. She felt a tentacle wrap around her throat and constrict, making it just harder to breathe such that it was noticeable, but not dangerously so.

Rosaria whimpered as two tentacles wrapped around her breasts, groping and squeezing roughly as they pushed their tips up to her sensitive nipples and their new bars. Rosaria felt herself dripping as the tentacles continued to manhandle her breasts and wrap their way around and up her legs, drawing ever closer to her desperate cunt. A singular tentacle rose up to her face and she finally had a chance to get a good look at one. It was roughly cylindrical, with pulsing veins on the sides, however the end formed up into the thick head of a penis which slowly pushed it's way to her mouth. Rosaria eagerly opened her mouth, pushing her head forward with her tongue out to catch the tentacle, it was warm on her tongue and in her mouth, and as she licked and sucked upon it, instead of tasting like nothing as she had expected, she could smell the hot must of a penis.

A tentacle pushed its way up the inside of Rosaria's thigh, drawing closer to her hot and dripping cunt, covering itself in her juices as it got closer and closer, as the head entered her Rosaria came again, shuddering and falling further onto the tentacle, which thrust its way up into her and began fucking her. As Rosaria rode out her orgasm she felt two more tentacles sliding up her thigh, one latched itself onto her pleasure bud and started pulsing, sending waves of pressure into her bud and so waves of pleasure through her body. The other made its way to Rosaria's ass, thinning itself to slip inside before beginning to inflate again, slowly rocking back and forward as it did so. Rosaria couldn't think, it was all she could do to process what she was feeling and keep sucking the tentacle that was in her mouth. She vaguely registered extra tentacles of the purple energy writhing over her and the strange beauty sitting in front of her on some sort of throne that hadn't been there before, openly rubbing herself as she smirked and stared at Rosaria.

Rosaria noticed the tentacle in her mouth writhing and moving more than it had been as she saw a streak of white flowing up through the tentacle and suddenly she registered something hot and salty hitting her tongue and the back of her mouth. Every squirt of the liquid seemed to somehow turn her more and more on and she greedily lapped at the tentacle, slowly the tentacle withdrew and was replaced by another, which Rosaria sucked and licked with renewed fervour, knowing the reward she would get at the end. As she desperately tried to make the tentacle in her mouth bring forth its prize, she felt the tentacles in her ass, cunt and the ones surrounding her begin to writhe as the other had, squirming in anticipation Rosaria felt the tentacles pulse, drawing forth hot loads of cum to pour in and onto her.

She moaned her appreciation as the hot liquids pouring into and over her brought her to orgasm again. The tentacles withdrew, leaving her on her knees dripping cum and servicing the final one in her mouth. After a short time devoting her hands and mouth to the final tentacle it erupted into her mouth, shooting forth another load of cum which was greedily devoured. Sitting back down she noticed that the other woman had left, although a significant wet patch was left on the ground where she had been sitting, Rosaria smiled as she felt herself drift back into unconsciousness.

Rosaria dragged her hands up and down the tentacle, her outstretched tongue just touching the tip. It didn't take long before the tentacle erupted into her mouth, the familiar taste of the cum bring her to orgasm once again. She had lost track of how many times she'd done this. Sometimes the woman was there when the tentacles came forth to fuck her again, sometimes she wasn't. The few times she had begged the woman to come and fuck her she had smiled and told Rosaria that she wasn't ready yet.

Rosaria smiled as the tentacles retreated back into the rune in the wall, slipping her hand down to rub at her cum covered cunt and breasts. It had gotten to the point where the tentacles weren't enough, she'd started rubbing herself after they left, her need to cum again and again not satisfied by the writhing purple masses. As she leant her head back against the wall she heard a familiar voice speak softly to her;

"You're ready."

Rosaria awoke to see the beautiful woman in front of her. She was no longer in the darkness with the wall behind her her only landmark, she sat in a beautiful library, lounged in a comfortable armchair in front of a roaring fire, the woman wore the same outfit she had always worn when she saw Rosaria, a simple black band covering her nipples and nothing else. Ignoring her surroundings and remembering what the beautiful woman had said Rosaria stood, running at the lady. When she reached her Rosaria grabbed her face and dragged her into a hot and heavy open mouthed kiss, slipping her tongue into the womans mouth. She felt the woman grab at her nipple, twisting it heavily while another hand dropped to her cunt and began fingering her pleasure bud softly.

Rosaria softly dropped one hand, trailing it down the woman's body, lingering on her breasts to roughly fondle them and then continuing down. Rosaria felt her hand shaking in trepidation as she reached the other woman's pubic hair, following the neat trail down to her waiting cunt. Rosaria felt the woman moan into her mouth as she began trailing her fingers around her pleasure bud, Rosaria moaned back and bit at the woman's lower lip, dragging the nails of the hand not busy down the woman's back, this earned her a hiss of mixed pain and pleasure and the woman pushed her back, a couch appearing beneath her as she fell. Slowly the woman walked over her, before kneeling onto the couch and lowering her dripping cunt to Rosaria's mouth.

Rosaria greedily lapped and licked at the cunt above her, the thing she had been waiting for for who knows how long. She brought her hands up, enclosing the breasts of the woman and removing the band. Finding that her nipple's were pierced in a mirror of Rosaria's own, she tugged and twisted at the bars expertly, unceasingly licking at the other woman's cunt. Rosaria felt the other woman begin to twitch and wiggle above her and knew she had found her place, as the other woman shuddered and came from Rosaria's tongue, Rosaria knew that this is what she wanted to be doing for the rest of her life.

Rosaria stared at the church in front of her, according to her master she had once been important to these people. Rosaria giggled, her master had told her that she had to come here and come she had, she would do anything to make her master happy. She pulled her travelling cloak tighter around her and climbed the stairs. As Rosaria entered the church she noticed that they were in the middle of a sermon, a priest stood at the head of a congregation and lectured them on the evils of sin and the desires of the flesh.

Rosaria shook her head, if only he knew what he was talking about, he wouldn't be so quick to deny those desires. Rosaria made her way around the congregation, coming up such that she was level with the priest. Ignoring the gasps and mutters of outrage about someone disrupting the priest she strode up to the altar, dropping her cloak to the ground as she walked beneath she was naked, body proudly born for all to see, including her cunt that was dripping in anticipation of what was going to happen. She stood at the front of the congregation and announced herself;

"I am the Paladin, Rosaria. The gods are false! Weak whores that scurry in fear of true power. Behold the power of my master, the Lich!"

With her words a mess of tentacles erupted from the walls, drawing all close into them and treating them how Rosaria had once been treated by them. Rosaria saw the light of intelligence leave the eyes of the congregation and priest as lust overtook them. They tore off their clothes and rushed at each other, forming an orgy in the centre of the church. Rosaria smiled as she lounged on the altar, the spell would wear off in a few days, and they could continue to spread the word of her master. She eyed a few members of the orgy, ones she deemed capable would come up to service her, then she would move on, find another church, spread the word again. Soon all of Pasor would be bowing to the Lich.