The mental onslaught was too much and as Hectavia's resolve broke faced with the power she bargained with, and as she was screaming, then begging and sobbing on her hands and knees, licking and kissing the stone of the altar, she could tell that the presence was now pleased with her behavior.<br/>"YOU WILL BEG. YOU WILL SERVE. NEVER FORGET YOUR PLACE." it threatened, and the paniced warlock could feel a rigid, hard fleshy organ, hotter than her own temperature penetrate her womanhood, yet again a different one her backside at the same time, shoving into her as deep as her body allowed, without warning, concern or mercy. The feeling was unlike the terrifying vision she received moments ago, she knew she wouldn't be torn to pieces, but the invading members were still larger than most human man's could be, their shapes were alien, twisting, grotesque based on their touch... her broken mind dared not allow herself to look back to see what it was, but it was something out of this world mounting her. Her own babbling, begging, whimpering and sobbing, filled her consciousness and all other noise was shut out, as if time has stopped in the world around her.<br/><br/>Her body was rocked with each thrust, yielding to the unstoppable strength of whatever it was that exacted payment from her, the two inhuman members beginning to squirm, turn and wiggle inside her like they had minds of their own, exploring her and mapping her insides...  she could feel them throb and pulse between brutal thrusts as the pace slowed, cruelly, just to enjoy being in her tightness longer. What she imagined to be massive, clawed hands grabbed her by the arms and pulled her up, lifting her from the stone and backwards to itself, her body weight suddenly causing her to push further into the twin cocks she was impaled on. What was even scarier, is that she might have to see and look upon the thing...<br/><br/>Mercifully, even as surprise cause her eyes to shoot open, all she could see was darkness enveloping her, what she suspected was a magical sphere of blackness created around the entity, to obscure its hideous visage no doubt. Strangely, as she couldn't see or ear anything, she didn't feel anything new in this new space either. The grip on her arm, and of course the monstrous cocks violating her were present, but there was no muscular chest, hot like a furnace she could fell back against, it was like she was suspended in a void and the only thing her senses were allowed to pick up was her own frightened thoughts and the violation of her nethers. The force of each thrust intensified again, pace starting to pick up once more, sending her bouncing up and back down on the length of the burning hot pricks.<br/><br/>A thought raced into her mind, adding more layers to her panic. The island cursed her. If whatever was taking her unleashed its seed in her womb, her mind would break and she'd lose all of herself... the remaining freedom of her lifetime would be lost as well. But, if she tried to defy it, or back out from the exchange, would she not anger it even more?