<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/wbVYENz.jpg?1)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Without armor</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b5/Dfe9fb930db536561dcc5df7fb81ea56.png)</div></div></div>The pain was utterly unbearable. She had never in her life experienced anything of the like. It was like every pore, every inch of her body was aflame, she was burning from the inside out. She screamed out her agony, bloodcurling cries escaping her as she doubled over and dropped to the floor, her gown falling apart as she clutched at her own flesh.<br/><br/>But by some magic of the high priestess, her cries would go unheard. But no, it wasn't the high priestess at all.<strong>"Be still now!"</strong>Came the cruel, silken voice of the high priestess, changed from its usual gentle tones, as she undressed and exposed herself, her true nature. The paladin's body froze completely at the command, not even a whimper escaping her lips. Only pained tears fell from her eyes as she screamed within herself, still feeling the unimaginable agony of the necklace around her throat.<br/><br/>This was a powerful demoness for certain. Lise was not given to arrogance or self-importance, but she was strong of will and body, and this succubus bent the paladin to her devious whims with expert ease, overpowering her flesh and her mind with seemingly little effort. Her undergarments were sliced away, leaving her lying bare before the demoness. The full swell of her bosom, her thick, curved thighs, the pink lips of her mons. The succubus's body pressed against her, the demon's own prominent bust pressing against her flesh, the touch unbearable. It brought no more pain to her, not physically, but the simple physical touch brought a feeling of disgust to the paladin that weighed on her and made her feel sick, even through the agony of the necklace. She was manipulated physically, pulled to her own couch, as the demoness's long fingers brushed over her groin, her mons, even reached down between the plump cheeks of her buttocks. Lise's eyes were wide, her stare managing some measure of anger and disgust to come through the pain as she looked at her captor. But no matter what she couldn't shake the fear and humiliation from her eyes, all the same. More touches as the succubus weaved some indecent magics to shave her body.<br/><strong><br/>"There, never will any of that disgusting hair grow there again.  Another reminder to you that you've been marked by Ah'mie's touch.  Oh my, you can't even thank me can you?  I'll bet that pain is terrible.  Would you like me to take it away little paladin?"</strong>That silken voice offered relief, a respite from the agony. Lise tried to thrash, to jerk her limbs, to move or cry out in any way. And, somehow, her throat opened, her lips moved. Before, she had tried to cry out in denial, cry for help, exclaim some very harsh words toward the demoness. But now, only one word came to her, unbidden by her mind, it came out of a place of pure desire, and this was the only word she was allowed to speak.<strong>"Yes"</strong><br/><br/>She regretted the slip immediately, more tears welling in her emerald eyes as the succubus pushed a finger into her nethers. And yet, despite her shame, her disgust at the touch, the pain lessened, leaving her body. She still couldn't move, but the agony was slowly replaced. With pleasure. Pleasure like she had never before felt. A single finger and she felt more ecstasy than she had even known. The succubus' profane touch thrilled her body against her will as that finger wiggled in her cunt, soon joined by a second, which somehow doubled the pleasure she felt. She had never known such a touch, such carnal delights, as the demoness not in the nights of intimacy she had shared with her husband.<br/><br/>Her flesh warped and grew as an impressively-sized phallus erupted, along with a pair of heavy balls. Lise's eyes widened as she looked at it, draped over the couch as she was. She<em>felt</em>it, the need of it, the throbbing, almost painful urge to empty herself, to breed. The succubus's hand grasped the length and the paladin wanted to scream, not in pain but in utter ecstasy as that simple touch thrilled her unimaginably. The demon's fingers couldn't even close around the thickness of the new appendage, as she gave firm strokes along every long inch of the length. (https://i.imgur.com/Px9JYQW.mp4) Clear trickles of pre-cum dripping down the shaft to aid the unholy creature in pleasuring her.<br/><br/>Then those hands pulled away and she wanted to scream again. Only this time, not in protest, but in frustration. She<em>wanted</em>it. She needed demoness to pleasure her, to give her release, to ease the pressure she felt in her- in<em>that</em>unholy new cock.<br/><br/>But she received something other than hands. The succubus presented her heart-shaped ass, showed off the wet lips of her pussy. If she hadn't been paralyzed, Lise would've thrust her hips, sunk balls deep into that cunt right there. She<em>wanted</em>to. She tried, much harder than she had ever tried to free herself of the paralysis, she tried to will her body to move, to thrust and fuck that sodden pussy before her. But without need of her input, that cunt sank down on her shaft.<br/><br/>If two fingers before had been more amazing than anything she'd felt before, this was beyond even that. She felt like she might explode, heat and warmth and pleasure surrounded her shaft and through it flowed to every inch of her body. The pain had been gone for a while by now, and at this point it was replaced by utter delight. It felt like she had been waiting her entire life for a cock, and for a slick cunt to sink down on it, like she needed that to be complete, to be fulfilled, and now she was. The demoness spoke more shameful words, explaining the nature of her new endowment, but they barely mattered to the paladin now. But the succubus was right. To speak of this, to share it with anyone, and of her own willingness to use it now, would destroy her life. Her husband, her faith would shun her for her unholy condition, and her complicity in fucking the succubus.<br/><br/>She didn't know when the paralysis released. She wasn't aware. She was only aware of the fact that she had grabbed a handful of that plump ass before her and rocked her hips with all her might, sinking her massive cock into that slick cunt again and again, as hard as she could, eyes glazed over with lust and desire for her... her<em>lover.</em><strong>"Ha ha ha yes, yes, ha, ha, yes...."</strong><br/><strong><br/>"And you have one last duty, don't you Paladin?  You have to cum, fill my womb with your new unholy seed, give in to the pleasure.  You know you need it."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"YES!"</strong>She screamed one last time as her cock-<em>her</em>cock- finally erupted. One, two, three- she couldn't even count as thick bursts of seed flooded her lover's cunt and filled her womb to the brim. Consciousness escaped her, her body slumped as her first orgasm with her cock, the new most intense experience of her life, sapped the energy she had left, even as her shaft kept pumping seed into the demon's cunt.<br/><br/>She awoke the next morning with a jerk. Covered in dried sweat, and other, unspeakable dried fluids over her groin. Tears welled up in her eyes once more as shame hit her. She tried to pull the necklace off, to tear it away from herself, but it was locked even as it revealed its true shameful form. And even after the most intense climax of her life the previous night, this morning the cock was hard and stiff again, a clear line of pre clinging to the tip, the pressure of release building up all over again, and she wrapped a hand around it, pumping furiously... eagerly. She had to get it down before anyone arrived.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">Two months later</span></div><hr/><hr/><br/>That morning Lise had woken up in a sweat, with a raging case of morning wood tenting her bedsheets. She had dreamed, as she had done many times before, of the first night she had received her curse. Of her own shameful participation, if her betrayal to her husband, her family, her faith. If anything, those dreams only made her morning need all the more intense.<br/><br/>After relieving herself she had gone on to fulfill her duties for the day, arriving back home to kiss her children good night and tuck them into bed. She found herself approached by her loving husband, giving him a smile as he came to her. One hand reached up to brush her fingers lightly over the necklace she wore. To others it appeared as an innocent symbol of Lihrit, only she could see its true, shameful form. Cassian wished them to lay together, to make love as they used to. It took all of Lise's willpower not to show her grief and embarrassment, remaining calm, instead.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm so very sorry, dear."</strong>She spoke softly, in a sad tone.<strong>"I... only came to see the children to bed. I've been tasked with night patrol duties from now on, every day."</strong>She explained, her expression apologetic.<strong>"I know it's been terribly hard on you. I'll be moving into the guest bedroom from now on, you can remain in our bed. It's best this way, so I won't wake you coming home late. The troops aren't yet ready to handle patrolling on their own all night."</strong>She misrepresented the truth, slightly. She wasn't made to take on night patrol. Rather, she had asked for it and arranged the schedule to make it so. She knew Cassian had to wake up early in the mornings to prepare his caravan, so he couldn't afford to stay awake and wait for her at night. This way she didn't have to keep coming up with excuses.<br/><br/>The paladin leaned in, hugging her husband gently and pressed a light kiss to his cheek.<strong>"I'm so very sorry, Cassian. I will make this right someday."</strong>She whispered to him. But even as she hugged Cassian, she kept her pelvis pulled slightly away so he wouldn't feel anything. Even now, after having trained the nubile young bodies of her recruits to the point of exhaustion, that cock was semi-naked against her leg, trapped as it was by leather straps and the britches she wore. Only rarely did it ever go flaccid.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lise de Durandier</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Class</strong>: Paladin 6 (Sacred Servant/Sword of Valor)<br/><strong>Race</strong> Human<br/><strong>Alignment</strong>: Lawful Good<br/><hr/><strong>Armor Class </strong>24; <strong>Hit Points </strong>52; <strong>Speed </strong>20 ft.<br/><strong>STR </strong>20 (+5), <strong>DEX </strong>12 (+1), <strong>CON </strong>14 (+2), <strong>INT </strong>12 (+1), <strong>WIS </strong>14 (+2), <strong>CHA </strong>20 (+5)<br/><hr/><strong>Initiative: </strong> +6<br/><strong>Attacks: Longsword, +12, 1d8+6</strong><br/><strong>Saving Throws: </strong> Fort +8, Ref +4, Will +8<br/><strong>Skills: </strong>Diplomacy +14, Heal +8, Knowledge: Nobility +10, Knowledge: Religion +10, Sense Motive +8<br/><strong>Languages: </strong>Common, Celestial<br/><hr/><strong>Features</strong><br/>Detect Evil<br/>Smite Evil: 2/day<br/>Lay on Hands: 3d6+1, 8/day, removes fatigue<br/>Aura of Courage: Immune to fear, allies in 10ft gain +4 bonus vs fear<br/>Channel Positive Energy: 30ft, 3d6+1, DC 18 Will, 8/day<br/><hr/><strong>Equipment: </strong><br/>Silver holy symbol, holy text, Longsword +1, Heavy Steel Shield +1, Full Plate +1, Cloak of Resistance +1, Belt of Giant Strength +2, Cursed Necklace of Charisma +2<br/><hr/><strong>Spells</strong><br/><hr/><strong>Active effects</strong><br/></div></div>