Summoned!

[Pervy]

She blushed under the petting. "I'm, not err.. pregnant it's an.. experimental armor.. long story." She blushed under the petting.. and at the taste, lapping at that dark-elf sex before her with a little too much enthusiasm perhaps..
She blushed a little, somehow the whole head-patting encouragement was working nicely on her, whilest her tongue wandered through those dark, puffy folds, she glanced up, a slight flush on her cheeks as she considered.
"I'll help you.. because you are uh.. strangely nice.. ye.. yes.. Anyway, I can hold my own, but.. let's say a fight starts, would that be.. a problem? Also, I guess I should leave my backpack here,.. I got an anti-devil weapon on me that.. the cultists wouldn't appreciate. I could go to them, claim an imp told me they pay best, or something like that.." She nodded, leaning down again and continuing to attend those dark folds, softly, suckling and nibbling on the drows clit encouragingly, using some of her.. earlier cock-sucking experience to pleasure the dark elf mistress.. because.. obviously having her favour was beneficial. She leaned forwards, pushing her tongue deeper into the mistress sex, cleaning her.. throughoutly. "Perhaps you have a spare set of armor to make me more believable as wayward mercenary?"

 

[Aenon]

"Hmmm...you should avoid picking up a fight on your own. We will give you something to call for help if things go very wrong, or ideally to inform us when you find your sister. But if you start a hopeless fight on your own, we will only be able to recover your body...and that would be a pity. If you can pick up a fight, and survive the aftermath...it should be fine." she explained, softly pushing Cyra's head deeper in her pussy.

"You can leave some things here...but I am sure you will look suspicious if you have no backpack with you. We could also give you an armor, yes." she replied, blowing some of the smoke towards the ceiling.

"You are good at this. I think I am clean enough...but if you want to go on..." she smiled, before turning serious as if she remembered something "Eh, actually no...we should not waste more time than nessecary...your sister is in danger, even as we speak. Rest assured, we will not let you down, Cyra." she leaned forward to touch her cheek "Sadly, even staying here for too long, can betray our plan. We will have to continue when you return..."

"Daren. Lead her to the armory...and give her a sending stone too." she ordered one of the males at the side...

 

[Pervy]

"Hmnn.." She nodded. .. not like she could do more, with the drow-mistress encouraging her.. attention. Which she was happy to give.. this whole.. sister stuff was a little culty itself, but.. these folks were nice, so she didn't mind...

She dettached herself from the drows well-licked vagina with a little hesitation and nodded. These drow were an enigma.. so kind, yet clearly domineering.. it fascinated Cyra more than she'd admit. "Let's go with a few -as expected- equipment items, nothing you wouldn't mind losing, perhaps some survival stuff for this place?" She suggested, worst case, she'd get some stuff out of it..
"Also, a brief description of whom I'm looking for, besides being pregnant and possibly in trouble. Also, is there a code or something else I could tell her to show I'm with you?.."
Cyra asked, having forgotten about the Collar around her neck at the moment, and definitly not because it felt natural and nice..

Either way, Cyra would accompany the man as required.

 

[Aenon]

"You may take whatever supplies you think will be needed." the drow stroked her hair "Her name is Autumn, she is a human...has brown hair. You should be able to recognize her from her belly. And sadly no, there is no code...but you could tell her you are her sister."

"Now go...good luck. Oh, you may want to remove your collar too...it would give you away. I will prepare a better one, to celebrate your victorious return." she assured her with a smile.

Cyra was led to a sideroom that served as an armory. Inside there were armors and weapons...however most armors were leather - made for stealth rather than heavy fighting. The weapons were similarly shortswords, daggers, and others...a longsword was the best Cyra could find.

"Do you have any other items you need? I will go fetch them, along with the sending stone." the man asked.

[You can ask for whatever mundane items you want]

 

[Pervy]

Cyra nodded.. and also made a note to train her armor. She really needed to.. avoid these emberassing misunderstandings. Although for now her swollen tummy was a good disguise. She nodded to the helpful drow mercenary, before making her way on, along with this Daren. She did raise a brow at the 'Better one' as she unclasped her collar.

"Let's see.. Perhaps it could be beneficial if they don't know my body is a fiend, so let's go with some provisions, simple tools, a few coins, just what one would expect from a mercenary here, say, what do you think about your err.. employees? And anything you can give me for the cultists?" She asked, whilest clothing up. "Think I'm ready then.." She noted, getting herself a dark, spikey lookened hardened leather armor, whilest leaving the fiend-slaying mace she'd found in the armory for now.

"Right.. slight shift of the hair aand.. I look like an evil mercenary-gal yay!" She chuckled.

With a few useful knicknacks and gold coins plus a less.. attention-grabbing armor traded in for the weapon she'd dubbed 'pretentious fiendslayer', Cyra made her way towards the cultists. All things considered, this was a turn for the better.. if she got through this. She had a purpose again, and even though hell annoyed her, someone other than Love that was nice to her.. and kinky alright, definitly helped.. perhaps she should ask Love about these Aldarin fellows.. but for now, they did really seem nice...

She was not too worried about losing the watcher-blade too.. it seemed that thing somehow overtook all non-magical large sword she grabbed.. perhaps a curse, yes, but she kind of liked it.

Either way, she approached the cultists, with a grin on her lips and her expression ever so slightly shifted. "Oy there. Looking to hire?" She'd greet the first person she saw.. she'd made sure to pick an armor that didn't hide her 'pregnancy' completely, and also didn't look too much like elvencraft to be suspicious.

 

[Aenon]

This time, the decoration was even more obvious...as two red banners, with no other markings were hanging at each side of the gate.

"You wish to join the Crimson Banner?" the gatekeeper looked at Cyra, his eyes staying for a moment at her belly. "We are the best, and everyone wants to join us. However not everyone can make it....we require three things; skill, obedience, and loyalty. Do you have what it takes?" he asked.

"Most don't have what it takes. Should you walk through those gates, you will have to prove yourself." he warned her.

 

[Pervy]

"Yeah yeah, I heard that sales pitch already. What's the pay?" She interjected. "I can prove whatever you want me to.. but not for free, got it?" She wagged her finger.

 

[Aenon]

"The pay depends on your abilities...just get inside then, and good luck.." he said hiding a smirk, as he slowly opened the heavy door.

"Hey, new blood wants to join!" he shouted inside, before turning backwards to Cyra. "Just get inside...someone will come shortly."

~~~

The room Cyra entered, was nothing compared to the other two companies she had visited so far. It was covered with pretty artwork of pretty, non-hellish locations, and a faint scent lingering in the air. There were two wooden doors - some unknown type of blackish wood-, one at the left side of the room, and one at the right side.
Moments passed, before the right door opened, revealing a naked girl.

"Hello there, and welcome!" she gave a slight bow.

"I am Lira, and I will be your guide...follow me!" she offered, leading Cyra back to the room she came from.

"What's your name? I hope that you stay with us...most outsiders have a hard time following our rules." she explained.

The room they got in, was a short one, and a door at the opposite side revealed that there was an other room even behind that. The wall at the side was covered with a furniture that had countless drawers, all numbered.

"Please, remove your clothes and items...they will be stored safely here, and you will be able to recover them before you leave. It is one of the rules I mentioned..." Lira explained.

 

[Pervy]

"Huh.. I expected more fire-braziers.. and spikes.. evil spikes.." Cyra mused. "What's you think, Watcher?" She recalled her sword preferances of not being called 'sword'

"Hello Lira. Cute outfit." Cyra made, not seeing the irony of her sarcastic bite. She was playing a role, ok? Shame this girl wasn't auburn.. now what else would a rowdy mercenary say, oh yes..

"I do hope you aren't my challenge, I hate cutting pretty faces... and whats so hard about your rules? Anyway, I'm Cyra, you can call me Cyra, The White Wolf too." She mused, considering slapping the girls bottom for .. good measurement.

Welp.. her ..dressed-state had not lasted long, it seemed.. "Remove my clothes hmnn? Let me just be clear, if this is a trick, I have no problem contacting a devil friend of mine.." She noted. She would-however, have a problem contacting the drow, so, approaching the drawers, and doing as commanded, ".. weapon too?" She was faced with a problem.. try and hide the sending stone on her person, or not? Risk it being found on her, or amongst her things? After brief consideration, she hid it in one of her rations, with a good bite out of it and a subtle shifting. Worst case, she could call Love. Best case, she got out with Autumn and returned to this place.. "Alright, got it, locker number 42.. .. now what's next?" She asked, shifting.. so much for her clothing.... Was nice remembering you, modesty!

 

[Aenon]

Lira didn't seem to mind the slap...as if it was nothing out of ordinary...

"Yes, weapons too. Basically, when you aren't on the battlefield, you are allowed to wear only what is allowed by your rank.You are female, and with no rank...this means no clothes, or weapons. The same goes for the rank of initiate." she explained, as she stared while Cyra was undressing herself.

"There are no tricks...the rules are always kept. Now, I will take you to the Third Lady. She will arrange your testing."

~~~
Lira let the now naked Cyra back to the previous room, and then deeper into the building. Cyra would pass by many closed doors, with moans coming from the other side...and she would also pass next to open doors, where she could also see the debauched orgies that took place. She would notice, that while women were naked, not all males were...

They took the stairs down. The rooms in this floor contained different kind of orgies...Cyra could hear both screams of pain, and moans of pleasure...sometimes from the same room, even. There were no open doors at this level...however it seemed that they reached their destination. Lira knocked at the the double door at the end of the hall.

"My Lady, we have someone who is interested in joining..." she called.

"You may enter." a voice was heard.

Lira opened the door, and the room inside was revealed. There was a large, empty area, and at the back of the room, the floor formed a stage few feet higher. On that stage, that was shaped like an altar, was standing a woman - the first one Cyra found wearing some kind of clothing...and she was seemingly in the middle of some strange ritual?

"Come closer. You wish to join us, like many others. However, only few are worthy. What makes you worthy of such a honor?" she asked, looking Cyra down from above...

 

[Pervy]

"Bunch 'o perverts." She commented, with a slight blush, and only half in character. Devils and their rankings, eh? Well she was here on a mission!
"Let me guess, the one above third is the second lady, eh?" Right, Cyra, contain your annoyance at the rules...

She raised her brows a little at the rooms.. and the lots of naked ladies, along the way. Just judging by the sounds, this place was little different to the drow, huh.. she was suprised by this...

Passing more pained.. but sometimes perhaps even more pleasured sounding noises on the way down, Cyra finally met witha lady that was only -mostly- naked.

Now, the woman questioned her and Cyra tried to come up with something smart to say about the ritual stage-thing (10 knowledge religion!) after which she shrugged, Reaching out for Lira, trying to pick her up, just like that... "Well, obviously because you need strong fighters and I ... uff. .. woah.. sprain! Sprained my arm.. owie.. pfeww.. She's way too heavy.."
And, failing awfully, Cyra grunted (nat 1 athletics!), rubbing her arm.
".. and I know that sometimes, strength isn't enough! That's when you need someone that can be really convincing, that can talk her way out of any emberassing situation. By the way did I mention your look? You marvelously bring together the whole topless femme fatale dominatrix together who is your hair stylist, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were emulating hellish nobility with that style. Also that red. " She snipped.

"Ruby red, and you intentionally pose so I see exactly 7 edges in your headdress, subtly hinting at your dominion and role. Very neatly concocted." (Bring it home with 23 persuasion. )

 

[Aenon]

The woman looked speechless at Cyras performance...before finally bursting to a chuckle.

"Luckily, we won't judge you by your words. We value obedience, and skill. We require loyalty."

"Loyalty comes with time...the other two shall be tested. Go." she waved at Lira "Summon the initiates to the arena."

Lira bowed, then left, while the Third Lady turned back to Cyra.

"If you win, not only you will be able to join us, but you will be rewarded. If you lose, you will be punished instead." she smiled, as she pulled a small vial with some pink fluid inside "Or you can drink this."

"This is the test of obedience...Drink this. You will not be able to fight properly, and you will lose for sure. However, you will be allowed to join us...no matter the result." she offered.

 

[Pervy]

"Hey. She's very heavy." Cyra pouted at Lira... then eyed the pink fluid hesitantly. Yeah.. she'd rather not risk it.. what if she got too drunk and told anyone about Autumn and her actual mission? "Propably no point asking what this is.. you know what I think I'll go for the reward. I'm feeling lucky today." She nodded. "What do I have to do?"

 

[Aenon]

"Are you sure?" she gave a concerned look towards Cyra's belly "I think that fighting won't be easy, or safe, for you and your child. Why not take the easy way out?"

"As for the reward, don't worry about it...I will personally reward you." she reassured her.

~~~

Regardless of Cyra's choice, the Third Lady would lead her towards the arena. In reality, it was just a big room, and a thick, red carpet forming a square in the middle of it. A small crowd had begun gathering, sitting on pillows that were arranged around the room. Most of them were naked...and some of them were still going with their previous activities.

"The rules are simple...we will ask for volunteers, and you may choose one of them to fight you. The fight goes on, until someone submits. Killing is, of course, not allowed." she nodded.

"If you lose, you will be at the mercy of the one who won...as if you were his slave. And the opposite too. Any questions?"

 

[Pervy]

Cyra raised her brow. "Yeap, fighting isn't safe.. but stop worrying about me, it's your trial." Evil devil orgy room, huh? Hell was naughtier than she'd expected, well, things got boring, she supposed.

"Huh.." She mused. "So how long is this whole.. at the mercy thing?" She asked, reconsidering the pink potion nonsense.. "And.. who are the volunteers then?"

 

[Aenon]

"For a few hours." she gave a not clearly defined timeframe

"Lets wait for everyone to gather first...meanwhile, you should go and stand at the center, so that everyone can take a good look at you..." she said, pulling Cyra towards the center of the carpet. She then held Cyra's shoulder, letting the hungry eyes of the crowd feast on her...

A while later, the room was full of spectators.

"Everyone, we have a challenger here, today. She has chosen to prove her skill, like many others have chosen before."

"Look at this beautiful body..." she said, cupping Cyra's breast as she presented her to the crowd "She could belong to you, if you manage to overpower her..."

"She claims to be a warrior...like many of you do. Which ones of you want to try their luck?" she smiled.

Many of the crowd lifted up their hands hurriedly, as they stared at the naked and defenseless Cyra. She could feel their gazes....if she lost, they would surely have her do some very perverted things, she was sure of it. Maybe she should try the elixir?

"So, which one of them you want to fight?" she turned towards Cyra.

[You can roll a perception check trying to find an easy, medium, or difficult opponent...you have to specify what you are looking for before the roll however]

 

[Pervy]

"Do I have to?" She sighed.. being naked was one thing.. stared at, whilest looking pregnant, another entirely. Perhaps she could busy herself with looking for autumn.. those drow would owe her!.. but with little choice, with a bit of pushing she stepped into the middle of the red carpet, her body, crafted with - by love, appearing human, with just a hint of fiendish danger, Round and voluptous and both subtly athletic and muscular, although Cyra half missed scars earned in a life she barely remembered. Long, white hair fell over broad shoulders to her bottom, a white crest of pubic hair marking her bred-seeming sex.
"Uuuuh.."

"H.. hoi.. can we not.." She blushed, after the breast-cupping... she pondered and looked about. Well, she didn't have to be a pushover or prove -anything- to these guys, so who was looking the frailest and like a bit of a pushover....

"Hrmnn.. there. That one!" She pointed.

(nat 1 perception OwO)

 

[Aenon]

Strangely, one of the volunteers was a woman who looked like she had been fucked for ten days straight...not to mention that she was getting fucked even as she raised her hand to volunteer. Obviously, she was the easiest target in the room...

When Cyra picked her, she paused for a moment, before jumping up and down excitedly.

"She picked me, she picked me! Thank you!" she rushed forward, crawling!

"Oh my, so eager...well, good luck...you will need it." the Third Lady chuckled, as she stepped backwards.

"You will play with Momo, yes? Lets have lots and lots of fun!" the crazy looking woman licked her lips.

[Roll initiative!]

 

[Pervy]

Cyra felt kind of bad.. but this was about.. getting through the lewd devil cult, not showing her strength. "Uh, hello Momo, sorry in advance, but you did volunteer. Welp guess the devil-cults's done a number on you eh?" She chuckled, raising her arms .. so.. make someone submit? A chokehold should do the trick... she felt a little bad, but the girl could go back to fucking.. which seemed to be her favourite past time, and she could go look for autumn undistracted. (9 initiative..)

(Also, trying a choke-a choke if I win, so rolling a grapple-athletics preemptively..
25 athletics!)

 

[Aenon]

The girl however managed to react first!

She jumped up, opening her arms, as if to hug Cyra! However Cyra managed to avoid getting caught, getting a hold of the girl instead!

However, even as she was grabbed, the girl rubbed her body against Cyra's, making purring noises. "Hmmm...fun with Momo?" she offered, not looking very bothered by Cyra's hold on her.

Meanwhile the crowd was cheering at the sight, most of them cheering for the crazy girl...it looked like they wanted to see the newcomer losing...