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>> #208955
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>> #208956
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insert caption about a priestess trying to lift a curse on a blade but miserably fail.
Must resist ..must...must.....obey...yes must..no must fight must....ahhhhh feels so good....yes master I will help you enslave the other priestesses
/ ask and you shall reseave my dear
>> #208974
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Must resist ..must...must.....obey...yes must..no must fight must....ahhhhh feels so good....yes master I will help you enslave the other priestesses
/ ask and you shall reseave my dear
8.5/10 needs more struggling
>> #208986
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8.5/10 needs more struggling
Made it in 2 minutes what you expect war and peace?
>> #208992
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insert caption about a priestess trying to lift a curse on a blade but miserably fail.
Must resist ..must...must.....obey...yes must..no must fight must....ahhhhh feels so good....yes master I will help you enslave the other priestesses
/ ask and you shall reseave my dear
Here, let me help by providing a little more:
"No. No. Oh! No! You will not win, foul demon..." the sister weakly proclaimed, her mind being bombarded with visions of pleasure, servitude, and submission, "I will not give in to your influence. I will finish the seal and leave you trapped for all time... For the lord is my shepherd, I shall not... not... OHHHHHH! No, I... I must... must resist... must resist..."
"Foolish woman!" The Shushu proudly proclaimed as he felt her mental resistance crumple under his intense assult upon her psyche, "You thought you could seal ME? It is only a matter of time before your will is bond to my own! Sees this foolish resistance and... OBEY!"
>> #209006
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Here, let me help by providing a little more:
"No. No. Oh! No! You will not win, foul demon..." the sister weakly proclaimed, her mind being bombarded with visions of pleasure, servitude, and submission, "I will not give in to your influence. I will finish the seal and leave you trapped for all time... For the lord is my shepherd, I shall not... not... OHHHHHH! No, I... I must... must resist... must resist..."
"Foolish woman!" The Shushu proudly proclaimed as he felt her mental resistance crumple under his intense assult upon her psyche, "You thought you could seal ME? It is only a matter of time before your will is bond to my own! Sees this foolish resistance and... OBEY!"
Now that's a story
>> #209022
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Here, let me help by providing a little more:
"No. No. Oh! No! You will not win, foul demon..." the sister weakly proclaimed, her mind being bombarded with visions of pleasure, servitude, and submission, "I will not give in to your influence. I will finish the seal and leave you trapped for all time... For the lord is my shepherd, I shall not... not... OHHHHHH! No, I... I must... must resist... must resist..."
"Foolish woman!" The Shushu proudly proclaimed as he felt her mental resistance crumple under his intense assult upon her psyche, "You thought you could seal ME? It is only a matter of time before your will is bond to my own! Sees this foolish resistance and... OBEY!"
I will not... I will not help... you enslave... the priestesses... not help... enslave the priestesses... enslave the priestesses... enslave the priestesses
...
Yes Master, I will help you enslave the priestesses
>> #209027
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Now that's a story
why cant you make that huh????
>> #209028
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why cant you make that huh????
Maybe because I have college classes also a cat who's a playboy
>> #209038
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insert caption about a priestess trying to lift a curse on a blade but miserably fail.
I really liked the other two story comments (and this pic!), but unfortunately I went a bit overboard on mine. Sorry about that, I spoilered it for the length below. >.<
It was supposed to be an easy job. Most of the time 'cursed' family heirlooms were completely mundane antiques, and the only ill fortune was created by the owners as a self-fulfilling prophecy. All she had to do was stroll in, put on a show of chanting and waving a cross around, and more often than not the victims of the curse would be so relieved the problems would clear up all on their own. Security theatre, her scholarly friend had called it once.
And even if it was a curse, well, the Church had run all of the real hedgewitches out decades ago. Or burned them. Either way, curses nowadays were nothing. Even a rookie priestess like herself could handle one.
She hadn't expected the blade to be possessed, though.
Dimly, in some corner of her mind not yet completely enthralled by the eerie, unnatural, wonderous way the light reflected off the blade, she thought I should have known. I should have guessed.
The slight smiles of the guards who had opened the door made more sense, now, although sense was quickly leaving her head as the reflections filled it instead. The quiet manner of the clan head and her family, the way they had always seemed to glance at the nearest servant before speaking to her, whether to answer one of her questions or invite her to dinner. She had wondered if perhaps the Lady was having an affair with one or two of the servants, and had let the rest grow uppity. Sinful, to be sure, and she'd made a note to recommend that an Inquisitorial squad... visit with the serfs of this area, to ensure that the behavior hadn't spread too much.
She struggled, briefly, to redirect her gaze from the gleam that was swiftly becoming her world, that burned its way into her eyes, her brain, even her loins. She knew that if she could, she would see the members of the local ruling family arrayed at the feet of their maids, their butlers, their guards, even the lowliest of the stablehands. Some knelt like worshippers before some pagan altar, some squatted or lounged about in poses more bestial than human, and some simply sat alongside of their masters.
Masters...!
She gasped as the heat between her legs suddenly surged, and the light seemed to dim ever so slightly. Then, the eyes on the guard of the blade opened, it was all the priestess could do not to collapse in a heap on the floor, overcome with the fires of lust and and the power in those eyes. Her hand found its way to her thighs. They saw her—she saw her!
Oh, God. Oh, God! She was so horny. So, so very horny. She was on fire with it, cum trickling down the inside of her legs along with sweat.
She needed—she needed to—
There was a voice in her ear. A few heartbeats ago, she might have been cognizant enough to recognize it as the very guard who had smiled at her so strangely when she had first ridden up to the door, a mere few hours prior. Earlier, she had seen him standing with the rest along the edges of the room; a length of ribbon wrapped loosely around one wrist, trailing down to the neck of the Lady's own brother—a dainty, delicate leash for the neck of a former general.
"My grandmother fought for that sword," he murmured in her ear.
Something in the fog of the priestess's mind stirred. Something undeniable that told her this voice was important, and although she was too far gone to understand, she listened. She listened to the voice, and watched the eyes as she saw her... and saw what they would make her.
"She fought for the Rulers." The voice of a Master said. "She fought for your Church. She fought and she died in a ditch... and none of you even bothered to bury her body."
He leaned in close, the warmth of his breath against the edge of her ear unnoticed in the all-encompassing fire below. "Can you blame her for thinking she deserved the sword more than them?"
He gave a slight tug on the leash and the old general gave a start, looking up at the guard without stopping the desperate stroking of his cock.
"Why don't we help Grandmother out with this one?" The Master smiled, lips curving against the very edge of her ear. "She'll be our most useful agent yet once she's done, after all."
The priestess heard an eager, rumbling whine. Within moments there was something warm and wet pressing against her thigh.
It felt good. So good. So horny.
The eyes were pleased, she could feel it as she parted her legs for the slick appendage. The voice was pleased, too, and he ran his fingers through her hair to hold her steady as she tossed in the heat of the lust that burned away her soul.
Throughout it all, her eyes remained fixed on those of the shining sword—as they remained fixed on hers.
"Don't worry," the voice, the Master, murmured as he moved to take her from behind. "We'll be better Masters than you ever were."