Heroes Were Enslaved - Enslaving the Humans pt.7

Serenity hums a silent tune to herself as the small boat docks in with the pier. She hops out first taking the former Valkyrie Stardust's reins leading her out as the dark elf Anzu follows behind. Waiting the command from their Master, Layla and Cynthia come out carrying both gear and the tiny wooden cages containing the pair of sprites. Each grip the wooden bars and look out at the small fishing village around them in awe having never seen constructs such as these themselves. Still humming, Serenity hops up on Stardust's saddle causing a silent panic from the dark elf.

“What are you doing?” She hisses looking around. “Do you want to be caught by the paladin?”

“Relax.” Serenity smiles at Anzu who feels a slight shiver in her loins having the succubus looking down at her. “This entire village is under my control.”

“Yes,” Anzu retorts struggling some to keep her mind clear. She focuses away gritting her teeth some. “But...a paladin is trained to be...mentally strong. If they've...avoided your...”

Anzu can't contain herself any longer. Answering to the visions being brought to her by Serenity, she drops to her knees, lifts up Stardust's tail, and surprises the filly with a tongue between her cheeks. She keeps her face there as Layla and Cynthia look at her both surprised and aroused.

“I have this under control, my hungry little dark elf. The two of our slaves will go and scout out this paladin to make certain she's under the control of my spell like the rest of these horny little villagers.” Serenity glances down at the priestess and student sending an equal shiver not just through themselves but the captured sprites as well. “After they've established our base camp, that is.”

Layla can't look away from the succubus staring down at them as Cynthia eyes up to the top of the church tower. All the while, the slurping sounds of a hungry elf can be heard as Anzu shows no signs in wanting to tear herself away from Stardust's ass anytime soon.

Having been freed of burdens in both cages and supplies, both Cynthia and Layla wander the dirt paths passing off as streets of the small fishing village. Every around appears normal enough sending friendly nods to the two, which are returned in kind by Layla giving a brief bow in their direction. Cynthia wonders for a moment why her partner in this is getting more of the respect when she realizes the priestess still holds her religiously labelled staff. Her gown may not be as pristine as it once was, but she's been keeping this artifact of hers in particularly good condition.

“I've been meaning to ask,” Layla says snapping Cynthia from her trance. “Where is it you come from?”

“Hm? Oh...Earth.”

“Earth...” Layla repeats to herself. “There's no record of any country or town named that.”

“It's a different planet. At...least I think it is. I still have a hard time figuring out exactly what's going on.”

“I see. Is it a nice place?”

Cynthia shrugs before answering. “In some areas, I suppose. I try not to think about it though. I'm here now until and,” She touches a few fingers along her metal slave collar. “Master's.”

“If Master decided to conquer your home...”

“I would assist.” Cynthia replies with certainty as her hand comes back down. She looks to Layla and gives a nod.

Layla only laughs when they hear the sounds of metal approaching them and then coming down to the dirt ground. Both look to find the paladin kneeling before them. Though, moreso Layla. She removes her helm letting out her blond locks and peers up at the two before her.

“Lady priestess, had I known you were arriving...”

“It's alright, gentle paladin, I've only just arrived at the church here in town.”

“And not a moment too soon, lady priestess. The townspeople have been growing nervous with the waging war across the river that my presence alone has not calmed them any. However, seeing you here seems to have put them under a greater sense of ease. Perhaps even moreso than before.”

Serenity's magic, the two think, as Layla gestures for the paladin to rise. As Anzu had stated before, this paladin had a strong mental fortitude, strong enough to withstand the succubus' pheremones from even high up in the church tower.

“That being said, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind accompanying me to the mayor's home.”

“I would be most delighted to meet him.”

“Well, the meeting part would have to wait, lady priestess, I was on my way to perform an exorcism.”

“Exorcism?” Layla questions.

“The mayor seems to have been taken hold of by some unseen force. He's already assaulted two of his aids...sexually.”

Cynthia gulps hoping this wasn't going to lead into any investigation on Serenity's presence here. Not only that but if the paladin was going around exorcising Serenity's hold on the townspeople then she would have to be dealt with. Not something Cynthia was fond of thinking about. Especially with how charming the paladin looked to her. Though it may have just been Serenity's pheremones in the air. Not that she hasn't willingly surrendered to those before.

“Lead the way. Please.” Layla states as the paladin nods, places her helm back on, and hurries off leading the way to the mayor's home atop the hill.

Upon entering the home, they can hear banging from behind a locked door and the two aids, still in their torn apparel, making out heavily in the corner. Hands groping and squeezing breasts and tongues being shared into one anothers mouths. The paladin is quick to try and bring the two apart.

“Ladies! Control yourselves in the presence of a priestess!”

One of them grabs the paladin and attempts to kiss her when she pushes herself away falling back against Cynthia who just manages to keep her up. However, the placement of her hands over the metal breastplate has her growing excited pressing her fingers more against the etchings on the armor piece. However, aside from letting her heart race and mouth practically fill with saliva...Cynthia restrains herself. For now.

As for Layla, she approaches the door resting a hand on it and closes her eyes momentarily. She looks over at the paladin struggling again to keep the aids from disgracing themselves further and soon smiles leaning her head back and closes her eyes once more whispering a name under her breath.

Almost immediately her spirit is whisked away to a darkened throneroom where she looks around working to withhold her excitement.

“Master? Master, where are you?”

“You,” Speaks a booming voice as a demon steps out from the shadows toward Layla whose eyes grow wide with glee. “You are no slave of mine, daughter of darkness.”

“What do you mean? O...of course I am! I gave myself to you!”

“You bend your knee to another. Bow and obey the orders given by that elf. By that orc. By that demon.”

Layla grips her staff tightly and shakes her head taking a step toward the demon.

“Yes, I may call others my Master, but you are my first! I obey you above-”

“SILENCE!” The demon shouts, flames shooting out from all corners of the throne room bringing Layla to her knees.

“Master...is displeased. My efforts are not enough to sate him.” Layla begins as the demon goes to his throne watching as Layla raises up her head. “What if I presented a gift? Something for Master's enjoyment?”

The demon lounges in his chair stretching his legs and resting his cheek into his palm.

“Continue...”

“There is a daughter of light, a paladin. I can convert her. For you, Master.”

The demon thinks about it for a moment before letting out a lengthened sigh. He opens his legs and gestures Layla over. Ecstatic, Layla drops her staff down and begins to crawl over to her Masters' cock.

“Thank you, Master! Thank you!” She opens wide taking it into her mouth. She then rips open her top massaging her breasts along his shaft as he moans out.

In the material realm, cum oozes out from Layla's mouth as she licks her lips thanking her Master silently. She looks still seeing the struggles and reaches out grabbing hold of the door handle. She turns and then opens it allowing the mayor out of his room joining the frey with the now willing aids knocking the paladin back causing her helm to fall to the ground. Shaking her head, the holy warrior comes to her feet when she feels a hand rest at the back of her neck. She looks and sees the enamoured eyes of Layla looking down at her and before she can do anything...she kisses her transferring the cum into her mouth. For a moment the paladin squeaks out and struggles, but as the cum works its way further inside her she begins to drop her struggle and rests a hand along Layla's back. After their kiss ends, Layla pulls back leaving a thick trail of saliva between them and the paladin a blushing mess.

“Whom do you serve?” Layla asks.

“The Master.” The paladin replies quickly going for a second kiss.

Cynthia stands to the side watching the mayor and his aids at work and then to the paladin and Layla. She grips the bottom of her shirt tightly, twisting it some wanting nothing more than to be the priestess right now. To feel the paladins tongue in her mouth, to have her breasts squeezed by those hands, her rear explored by those fingers...but she calms and smiles even. The paladin was one of them now so, so long as she continued being a good slave to the Master, she would get her reward. She would get her paladin.