Bhaal Demands- Part 1

Viconia lounged about the Lord of Murder’s palace. Her nude form was being massaged by the tender tentacles of some abyssal monster. Each powerful stroke along her oiled body made Viconia emit a slight groan of pleasure as the stresses of keeping the temple work crew on task melted away. Al the while he beast was being obviously effected by Viconia’s nude flesh and suggestive groans. Quick glances up confirmed that the beast was on the edge of assaulting Viconia with those tentacles. Only fear of the Lord of Murder was keeping the beast from unleashing it’s fury on Viconia, or so the beast thought.

Truth was Viconia could deal with the beast with relative ease. Why else would she put herself in what could be a perilous position? The solid tentacles kneaded her back gently, but promised incredible strength. As they moved up to her bare shoulders, a quick count revealed that one tentacle was not where it should be. With a silent series of arcane words, Viconia prepared herself for whatever mischief that creature had in mind.

The beast, or Ubertreter, was a rare demon, found only in a small pocket of the Abyss. The demon’s race were characterized by the four tentacles the protruded from the back. Two burly arms coupled with those tentacles made the beast a fierce opponen bat battle, but if tamed the Ubertreter could utilize the toxins its tentacles secrete to give one of the best massages ever. If tamed.

The missingtacltacle eventually burst into Viconia’s cunt and was instantly vaporized by Viconia‘s ward. The beast staggereck, ck, lust beginning to override whatever taming the Ubertreter ever received. Once it regained its footing, the three remaining tentacles began moving for her. One wrapping up her left leg, another took a hold on both her arms. The third burst through her lips and went straight to the back of her throat. The third tentacle secreted the sappy, syrup that normally knocked out it’s prey. Viconia was naturally prepared and had cast a spell rendering her immune, but the creature didn’t know that. So as Viconia appeared to be going unconscious, the creature removed the long appendage from her mouth and took up her right leg. The creature then lifted her in the air. Stepping forward, the massive cock of the beast promised to rip apart the dainty elf. Just as Viconia planned.

The beast opened it’s mouth and slipped the purplish tongue into Viconia’s mouth. The beast wanted to taste the syrup in a drow’s mouth. The Ubertreter wanted Viconia to aware of what it was doing, to see her fragile body get abused for daring to destroy one of his beautiful tentacles. Wanted her to be aware, but not functional to resist as she had before.

Reason and fear had flown away from the abyssal creature as its tongue probed the recesses previously explored by its tentacle. His hairy hands had spread the pussy’s lips wide and soon the fun would begin. The beast had forgotten all about the Lord of Murder, the Ubertreter was focused only on pumping in and out of the foolish elf. The high-priestess did her best to look like she was incapable of any movement. An effect enhanced by a well placed variation on the Dimension Door spell, truth was that the beast was raping the acolytes dinner back at the temple site. The blood was that of a butchered cow, the increasing heat was a well fuelled fire roasting the meat. Viconia, with the aid of that spell could ride out the assault to the coup de grace of her plan, the return of the Lord of Murder.

All Viconia really was enduring was having that putrid tongue being shoved down her throat as the beast, and it would a fair price to pay to have front-row seats at the enviable ending. She know long before the doors of the palace had crashed open that the liege of the castle had returned. The beast panicked, it had to flee before the master found him violating the women who was not only his high-priestess, but his consort as well. The beast attempted to move, but it was paralysed. Two drow eyes gazed straight into his as Viconia lowered herself down onto his stiff member one last time.

Just before the door to the throne room burst open, Viconia extended her mind and taunted the beast, ’All you had to do was ask‘.

The Lord of Murder entered and saw his consort nude, clothes piled on the floor. Her hands wrapped up by a tentacle, as were her legs. The beast had it’s tongue down Viconia’s throat, and worst of all, the beast had entered her. Just then Viconia released the beast from it’s paralyse and stalked to the side of her master and leaned back to enjoy the show. The beast quickly began to plead with the advancing Lord of Murder. Viconia laughed as the beast bumbled along trying explain how what had happened was not his fault.

The Lord of Murder’s face was contorted with anger, a mock anger Viconia knew, but the sight of which sent the Ubertreter into desperation mode. The beast hurled itself at the Lord of Murder, who only laughed as his hand reached out and burst clear through the Ubertreter’s chest, taking the heart in his hand.

“My consort is not for you scum”, a gentle squeeze of the heart caused the still living beast to explode in a convulsion of pain,” My consort was never for you”, a harder, more crushing blow was delivered to the fragile heart. The beast rolled on the ground, vain laments escaping it’s lips. Lord of Murcontcontinued this show of force till well after Viconia had become bored of the game.

“See what a little motivation can do? Now all you have to do is inspire that kind of………motivation in those workers down at my temple”.

“Master please, another assignment, please”, Viconia looked up to him with big doe eyes. She was a drow female, and had no love of begging, but Viconia knew that him hearing her beg often got what her what she wanted and she really had no joy of mincing with the smelly workman and their lewd stares. A little humility before her god was preferable to being looked at like a piece of meat by lesser males.

Her eyes met with her masters and he seemed to smile ruefully, if but for a moment. Then a gentle whisper in her ear set her upon the mission that might well break the gods, “Find me a name, love. Name me.”