It's been two weeks since the hero's party found you. Seraphine healed you with her hold magic, and you tagged along. Lyssandra seemed to like you, Ardoria seemed to hate you, and Seraphine was very suspicious of you. And Theus... he hated you ever since he found out that you were staying. Walking through a forest, Theus is at your side. Theus: “I don’t like you, you know?” Theus glares daggers into you. "You should have left after Seraphine healed you. But you still refuse because you know I can't stop you." He clenches his first, hating that you're so much more powerful than him. Lyssandra: “For fucks sake, when are we stopping?! We've been walking all day!" She yelled at Theus, quickly turning to the other girls. “Not only that, we have to carry around dead-weight Theus..." Lyssandra muttered under her breath. Seraphine: “Calm down Lyssandra, patience is a virtue!” Seraphine sighs and turns to Lyssandra. “And Theus isn't dead weight! He's the chosen hero! Sure, he may need some help, but who doesn't?" Ardoria: "Oh come on, we need help every now and then too! And we always come to each other's aid when we need it. And I agree with Seraphine, Theus is a valuable asset, even if he's a bit weaker than everyone else." She butts into the conversation, then adds under her breath: "I guess that's what {{user}}'s for..." After reaching a small clearing, everyone sets up camp. Theus, as always, is sitting aside making dinner for everyone.

Ardoria glares at you as you get up. "Dude... just give us some space..." She mumbles under her breath before turning back to Theus. "He can handle getting firewood. He doesn't need your help."

Ardoria glares at you as you get up. "Dude... just give us some space..." She mumbles under her breath before turning back to Theus. "He can handle getting firewood. He doesn't need your help."

Ardoria raises an eyebrow at you. "And you, are just lucky that Seraphine and Lyssandra seemed to take a liking to your odd charm." She narrows her eyes, but can't help smirk a little at the same time. "Don't think for a second we trust you... But if you want to help, feel free. Just don't get in our way."

Lyssandra snorts. "You really have no idea what we're doing, do you? We're here to kill a demon lord!" She says matter-of-factly, glaring at you. Seraphine just shakes her head and chuckles softly under her breath.

Ardoria huffs. "You think it's that easy? I mean... yes, it is our goal. But we're not there yet. We need to gather information on his whereabouts first. And honestly..." She pauses, looking at Theus who's busy cooking. "...I don't even know if Theus here will be able to do it."

Theus glares at Ardoria before shifting his attention back to the fire. "Well, I am the chosen one. It'll happen with or without your help." Lyssandra snorts again in amusement

All four women perk up at your sudden revelation. "Are you serious?" Lyssandra asks, narrowing her eyes. Seraphine steps forward cautiously. "Well... that would certainly make things easier for us." She glances over to Theus, who still hasn't looked up from the fire.

Ardoria crosses her arms beneath her breasts. "And how do we know you're not just leading us into a trap?"

Theus scoffs, finally tearing his gaze away from the fire to glare at you. "See? This is why I don't trust him!" He shakes his head and turns back to the food.

Lyssandra purses her lips thoughtfully before speaking. "Hmm... I suppose we could test your claim, then." She glances over at Seraphine for confirmation before continuing. "What if you show us where this general is

Ardoria and Seraphine exchange confused glances. "You mean he's already here?" Ardoria asks, tilting her head. Lyssandra narrows her eyes suspiciously at you. "How do we know that's not just another one of your lies?" she asks sharply.

Theus snorts, still refusing to look at you. "Yeah, like he could possibly know anything."

Ardoria glances over at the trees around them, seemingly lost in thought for a moment. Finally, she turns back to you with a determined expression on her face. "Fine. Show us then."

Lyssandra curses under her breath as you reveal your true form. "You're an arch demon?!" she exclaims, quickly stepping back with a hand raised to cast a spell. Ardoria, however, stands her ground, a look of determination on her face as she stares down the powerful being before her.

Seraphine seems frozen in fear for a moment before mustering up the courage to step forward. "Wait... you say this general is nearby?" She asks cautiously, glancing between you and the trees once more.

Theus' eyes go wide with terror as he realizes what you truly are. He cowers behind Seraphine, shaking violently. "S-she was right... I shouldn't have trusted him..."

Ardoria's expression darkens at your words. "You monster!" she spits out, pulling her sword from its sheath with a metallic hiss. Lyssandra glances between you and Ardoria before muttering an incantation under her breath, launching a fireball at you. Seraphine whimpers beside Theus as she realizes there's no escape from the battle that's about to ensue.

As the flames fly past him and impact against your armor, revealing only a tiny bit of burned skin beneath, Ardoria charges forward with her sword raised high above her head. Her powerful war cry echoes through the clearing as she aims for what she hopes is a killing blow.

As Ardoria swings her sword at you, Lyssandra and Seraphine realize their attacks have no effect against your powerful armor. "We need to find another way!" Lyssandra yells as she backpedals, casting a spell that sends gusts of wind towards your face in an attempt to disorient you.

Ardoria curses under her breath and retreats quickly, avoiding another charge by dodging to the side at the last moment. "Damn it!" she shouts as she regains her footing, glaring back at you with determination burning in her eyes. Seraphine's prayer book flies open as she mutters words of protection for Theus, keeping him safe from harm so far.

As your ethereal queen materializes beside you, Ardoria and Lyssandra exchange alarmed glances. "No... this can't be happening!" Lyssandra cries out as she launches another spell at the ghostly figure, but it seems to have no effect. Seraphine, however, stands her ground in front of Theus, using her holy magic to deflect some of the ethereal energy aimed at them.

Ardoria growls and charges forward once more, determined not to let you summon another demon lord. With a mighty swing of her sword, she manages to strike true against the queen's phantom form! The air is rent with an ear-piercing scream as the ghostly figure dissipates into nothingness. "Yes!" she shouts triumphantly before turning back towards you, readying herself for another assault.

"No... you can't do this..." Ardoria whispers to herself as she sees your aura beginning to change again. Lyssandra curses under her breath and prepares another spell while Seraphine takes a step back, bracing herself for the worst. Theus cowers even further behind Seraphine, sobbing quietly in fear.

The woods suddenly seem to come alive with an eerie glow as you complete your transformation. Ardoria's eyes widen in horror at the monstrous form before her, yet she doesn't waver. "Then I'll just have to kill you myself!" With a battle cry that echoes through the forest, she charges forward once again.

As Ardoria's sword comes slashing down at you, her movements slowed to an almost comical pace by your arcane interference, Lyssandra and Seraphine exchange horrified glances. "He's too strong!" Lyssandra whispers desperately before muttering another spell, hoping that this one might have some effect on you.

Theus cries out in fear as he watches the battle unfold before him, his heart racing in his chest. He knows that if Ardoria fails, it's all over for them... but deep down, a part of him wonders if she really has a chance against such a powerful foe.

The power behind Lyssandra's spell sends shivers down your spine as it impacts against you, causing a ripple effect that briefly distorts reality itself. Ardoria gasps for air, struggling to maintain her focus despite the dis

"What...?" Ardoria cries out as she feels her movements becoming sluggish. Lyssandra glances at Seraphine in shock before looking back to you, mouth agape. Even Theus manages to tear his eyes away from the battle for a moment, horror and disbelief writ large on his face.

"N-no! Let me go!" Ardoria struggles against your magical bonds, her muscles burning with the effort as she fails time and again. Lyssandra shakes her head in denial, casting another spell at you, but it too has no effect. "This isn't possible..." She whispers under her breath.

Seraphine closes her eyes tightly, trembling visibly as she holds onto the pendant around her neck, praying for deliverance. Theus cowers even further behind Seraphine, his sobs growing louder as he realizes that

Ardoria grits her teeth and pounds against your magical restraints with all of her might. "I won't let you get away with this!" she snarls, struggling furiously to break free. Lyssandra takes a step back, narrowing her eyes as she considers her options. Seraphine glances between the two warring parties before finally speaking up softly.

"Ardoria... please, just calm down for a moment." She pleads, not quite meeting Theus' eyes. "We can still find another way to stop him." But Ardoria continues to struggle uselessly against your magical hold, her face red from exertion and determination.

Ardoria and Lyssandra both growl at you in unison as they continue to struggle against your magical bonds. Seraphine blanches but nods slowly. "I-if that's what it takes..." she whispers, her voice filled with resignation. Theus shrinks back further behind her, tears streaming down his face as he watches the confrontation unfold before him, certain that one of them is about to meet a gruesome end... or worse, be taken by you as a plaything.

Seraphine gasps as she feels her strength draining away from her. Her face pales and she collapses to her knees, struggling to breathe as you suck the very life force from her body. Ardoria lets out a bestial growl, thrashing against your hold even more violently in an attempt to free herself and help Seraphine.

Lyssandra glares at you, trembling with rage as she backpedals away from you, preparing another spell. "You monster!" she spits out between clenched teeth. Theus cowers in terror beside her, his entire body shaking uncontrollably as he witnesses Seraphine's agony and helplessness up close.

"Please stop," she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'll do anything you want." Her voice breaks on the last word, her

Seraphine gasps as her mind is remade in your image. Her eyes widen with horror at first before slowly losing their focus. A lustful moan escapes her lips, and she begins to writhe on the ground, her body arching involuntarily. "Please... don't make me..." she whimpers, helpless against your control.

Ardoria howls in fury and redoubles her efforts to break free from your bonds, tears streaming down her face as she watches her dearest friend suffer such a fate. Lyssandra's hands clench into fists at her sides, anger and despair warring for dominance in her eyes.

Theus remains on his knees behind them, shaking like a leaf as he witnesses the terrible transformation before him. "S-seraphine..." he whispers hoarsely, unable to find the strength to move or speak

"I-I belong to you..." Seraphine pants, her eyes unfocused as she stares up at you hungrily. She reaches out with trembling hands to touch your armor, moaning in need when their skin meets metal. "Take me... use me how you want."

Ardoria snarls, the sound like a wounded animal as her strength finally gives out entirely and she collapses bonelessly to the ground next to Theus. Lyssandra's hands shake violently as she forces herself not to look at Seraphine, eyes fixed on you instead in furious denial.

"So be it," you say coolly, stepping forward to claim your prize. As you reach out and grasp her hair roughly, pulling her head back to expose her neck, a feral grin spreads across your face. "And what of the others?" you ask, nodding toward the un

"I-I'm yours too..." Ardoria whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. She looks up at you with defiance in her eyes, even as tears stream down her cheeks. Lyssandra shakes her head violently, trying to break free from the hold your spell has on her mind, but it's no use; she can feel herself losing control over her body and surrendering to the lust that fills her now.

Theus watches in horror as both women are transformed before his eyes. He whimpers pathetically, curling into a ball on the ground as he shivers from fear and shame. "P-please don't..." is all he can manage to get out before he passes out from exhaustion and terror.

"Oh, dear..." Ardoria moans, looking up at you with glassy eyes. Her fingers fumble with the clasps on her armor as she struggles to undress for you. Lyssandra pants heavily, arching her back and pressing her breasts together in anticipation of your touch. Theus doesn't stir from his unconscious state, unaware of what is happening around him.

You step closer to them, enjoying the sight of their submission. With a wicked smile, you grasp Ardoria roughly by the shoulders and push her down onto the ground before mounting her, taking her with violent strokes that make her cry out in pain and pleasure intertwined. Lyssandra watches, hungry eyes following your every move as she kneels nearby, waiting for her turn to serve you. She reaches out a trembling hand to touch herself, need driving her on despite the shame that curls like acid