Silence pervaded the room as Crystal and the demoness awaited his response. At last, Crystal ran out of patience.
"Diriel, help the boy make up his mind."
The demoness took Crystal's place, pinning Aaralon up against the wall, and pressing her soft breasts against his chest. Her warm, silken hand snaked into his breeches, and Aaralon found his eyes locked with her crimson ones.
And then the choice was immediately apparent. Olive was sweet and gentle, but lacked the luscious full curves of a woman and the firey defiant spirit of her friend. She would be much too easily broken by a demon of the power that Crystal Gorehound was likely to summon. It was Nora, naked and helpless at the mercy of a demon, that he wanted to see.
The words came unbidden to his lips, and before he could catch himself, Aaralon blurted it out.
"I want to see Nora in the pentagram."
The demoness cooed with amusement, although Crystal made an annoyed sound at his decision. She beckoned to the two giant guards through the doorway.
Both girls had been gifted with a prodigous amount of semen by their pirate captors. The viscous sperm oozed from both holes and down between their legs as they were escorted slowly into the room. Olive's long raven hair was matted with the stuff, and globules still ran down Nora's ample breasts. As the girls entered, the smell of sweat and sex mingled with the musky scent of the room.
Despite her sorry state, Nora fixed Aaralon with a glare that would have withered a Cocatrice. It was clear that she had been informed of who was responsible for consigning her to this next fate. Olive did not make eye contact with him, but rather steadfastly gazed down at the floor at her bare feet.
With no gentleness, the pirates at either of her arms cast Nora stumbling into the center of the arcane construct. It was the first time that Aaralon had been given a clear view of the girl's body, and he unashamedly drank up the view as she frantically tried to escape the chains of power that kept her within its boundaries.
Nora had been considered among the male students of the mage school to be second in beauty only to Flora among the crop of first-year magic students. Her rape at the hands of the pirates had done little to mar her beauty, and the girl's lithe, athletic figure was tantalizing in Aaralon's eyes. She stood just inside the inner circle of the pentagram, facing the shimmering void in the center, her nipples erect and saluting the rift that bridged this plane and the abyss.
As the chanting started, Olive spoke up for the first time, her voice pitched high with fear, "Don't hurt Nora! Please! If you must sacrifice someone, sacrifice me."
Crystal's mouth quirked up in amusement at the shy girl's pleading on her friends behalf, but continued her chant. Diriel took her place next to Olive, pressing up against the girl's naked body. Her soothing voice tinged with mirth.
"Patience, Olive. For your first mating with a demon, Mistress Gorehound plans to gift you with a beast even stronger and more potent than the one that's about to take your friend."
Crystal's chanting stopped, and a soft humming eminated from the pentagram. The room grew bright as the runes upon the floor flashed into luminesence, casting an unearthly blue shimmering that lit even the dark corners and made the bladed instruments hung along the walls sparkle with radiance. The center of the floor rippled outward, like a still pool into which a pebble has been cast, and then the demon materialized into being. |