The iron dungeon door slammed shut behind me, sealing out the thick, foul stench of semen.
I cradled the limp body of Lila, who resembled a broken, exquisite doll. The coarse linen wrapped around her could not conceal her pitiful state.
Blonde locks clung to her sweat-drenched, pallid face. Eyes tightly shut, lashes heavy with tears.
Her body trembled faintly. A viscous white fluid, streaked with pale gold blood, seeped relentlessly from her swollen, gaping orifice. It trickled down her thighs, leaving intermittent wet trails across the stone floor.
Drip... drip...
With each fall, her unconscious body convulsed, her throat forcing out a kitten-like whimper.
"Mmm... Master... so full... so swollen..."
In the shadows, Celia stood still as a statue, seemingly having waited here for me all along.
The lantern's halo traced her sacred silhouette, her pure white vestments draping breathtaking curves.
Yet those sapphire eyes fixed eerily upon Lila scanning the bruises upon her delicate breasts, glancing over her slightly swollen belly, finally locking upon the muddy opening from which white fluid flowed.
She turned silently, her robe trailing behind her: "Follow me."
I followed Mother Celia through the silent courtyard, turning left and right, only the distant, solemn and melodious hymns reminding me that I was still somewhere within the Holy Light Cathedral. After an unknown length of time, I followed Celia into a stone chamber.
This space felt more like a secluded chamber, its stone walls cold to the touch. The sole source of light came from a dim sacred rune high upon the wall, emitting a faint yet persistent aura of purification that made my goblin blood churn with revulsion.
I laid Lila upon the stone bed. The sackcloth slipped away, revealing her scarred body and swollen belly. Her orifice still oozed thick semen.
Mother Celia approached the stone table at the chamber's centre, retrieving an object from somewhere.
It was a scroll crafted from some dark golden dragon hide, its edges inlaid with fragments of black magic crystals, emanating an ominous yet alluring aura.
"This is one of your rewards for taming Lila."
Mother Celia's voice carried a seductive charm.
She placed the scroll upon the stone table, her fingers lightly tracing the name at its crimson top.
"The Valoran Continent Female Beast Conquest Plan... This is the blueprint for your throne, prepared by Mummy for you."
"This is the first part..."
She lifted her eyes, sapphire pupils burning with flames of desire, mingled with anticipation and madness.
"Each time you successfully conquer one from this list..."
Her crimson lips parted slightly, her tongue slowly tracing her lower lip as her gaze swept suggestively over my still-half-erect, monstrous shaft, stained with Lila's golden virgin blood.
"...Mummy shall grant you... a special reward."
She paused deliberately, letting the word 'special' echo through the silent chamber, laden with endless innuendo.
"Such as?"
My voice was hoarse, the goblin's animal lust and the traveller's reason both stirred by that scroll and her gaze.
Celia did not answer, merely offering a demonic smile.
Then, she did something that sent my blood rushing to my head.
With an almost sacred ritualistic grace, she used two slender, jade-like fingertips, painted with nearly transparent nude polish, to gently grasp the hem of her pure white sacred robe.
Lifting upwards...
The hem of the robe was slowly raised, revealing a flawless, jade-like arched foot and an impeccably slender ankle.
Lifting further...
Her slender, white calves, beautifully sculpted, were exposed to the dim light.
Lifting still higher.
Thighs, full and rounded like ripe peaches, gradually came into view, their skin shimmering with a pearly glow in the faint light.
Until... the robe was lifted above her slender waist!
Beneath the robe, there was no undergarment.
The sacred triangle lay immaculately smooth, skin like jade, not a single pore visible, emitting an almost holy radiance.
Two delicate pink labia were tightly closed, a glistening thread of sacred fluid hanging from the tender folds; this was Mother Celia's sacred gateway to the place of life's creation.
Beneath that softly rounded, fair and taut abdomen, an arcane golden rune formed of pure holy light energy was imprinted upon her womb. It pulsed slowly, radiating a life force so warm and potent it stirred the soul!
"Do you see it, my son...?"
Celia's voice carried an almost imperceptible tremor excitement? Shame? Or anticipation?
"After advancing to the Sacred Realm, Mother's power... the blessing of holy light... healed every wound upon my body."
Her fingertips moved with a self-sacrificing slowness, gently brushing the tightly closed, pink petals. She gathered the sacred fluid clinging to her tender opening, letting it trail upward across her lower abdomen, leaving a tantalising path before finally resting at the core of the holy light rune.
Then, with the other hand, she gently and carefully parted those two delicate petals.
"Including... this thin membrane symbolizes purity."
My breath instantly grew ragged. That half-erect shaft, as if struck by the most intense stimulation, throbbed violently, instantly swelling to its fullest extent!
Celia observed my reaction, a flicker of satisfaction dancing in her sapphire eyes as her crimson lips curved into a subtle smile.
Grasping the collar of her sacred robe, she gently swept it aside, revealing her fragrant shoulders. The pure white garment slid down her arms like petals, settling at her delicate ankles.
Her pair of full, pert, snow-white breasts sprang forth instantly!
Two ruby-like, hardened buds stood proudly at their peaks, radiating a deadly allure!
Her waist was astonishingly slender, creating a striking visual contrast with her blossoming ample bosom and voluptuous hips.