Sunrise, Sunset - Gloriana/Dina Martel & Hunting Hound

Dina Martel -
Dina practically slammed the door behind Lysander before spinning about on her heels to face Gloriana again. She smiled, brushing her hair back behind an ear. As she moved, her dress seemed to take on a new cut to match her new demeanor. She sauntered forward, letting the neckline open up on her chest, baring the soft valley. Every step she took made the skirt part and flutter around her bare legs. "Tell me," she said as she slowly swept up on the blonde. "Have you ever been with the fairer sex?" she asked, holding out her hands and entwining her fingers with Gloriana's. She smiled, just a hint of whiskey still on her breath. "There's a place in Crystal Harbor where us nobles can sneak away, can discover a world of pleasure," she said, taking one last step closer to press her chest up against the paladins. "I learned allll kiiiinds of things there~" she said with a giggle.

Gloriana -
“Only once, really...” Gloriana squeezed Dina’s delicate hands tightly, as though they were her only lifelines in this turbulent sea of emotion and longing. Her mind was swimming in the dulcet whispers of lust and the siren’s call of her corrupt blood. She leaned down and pressed her mouth against Dina’s once more, her tongue now daring to venture between Dina’s lovely lips, to sample the sweetness of her saliva and the sour of whiskey alike. The embrace of Dina's mouth on her own was intoxicating, and her revulsion from before began to dissolve, as it was replaced by invigorating arousal. Her skin grew flush with color, and the heat within her loins pulsed in satisfaction; Gloriana’s body needed something, and she had finally managed to figure out what. Her tongue caressed and cradled Dina’s as she lost herself in the electric feeling, the crackling beneath her skin as her corruption did its work. Gloriana broke the kiss for a moment; “I would very much like for Ser Lysander to return to us, though…” Her mind's eye could not escape the memory of his statuesque body and his swelling member from earlier that night.

Dina Martel -
Dina seemed to almost nelt against Gloriana as she let their tongues play. Her eyes fluttered closed behind her glasses, and she sighed as Gloriana pulled away. She pouted, "Ah, don't tepl me you still need a cock at a time like this..." she complained, staring up into Glorianas eyes. The noble bit her bottom lip, tapping her foot on the floor. "I can take care of that, without him..."

Gloriana -
“I didn’t mean to insult you…” Gloriana trailed off, visibly confused by Dina’s assertion, but filled with swelling arousal as each moment passed into the next. Without warning Gloriana wrapped her arms around Dina’s waist, and lifted her up quite suddenly, carrying the drunken noble to the cozy nook where Dina had been reclining when they intruded upon her before. Gloriana laid the smaller woman gently upon the cushion, and gazed lustily into her eyes. “But now you’ll have to show me what you can do.” With Dina’s legs still wrapped about her hips from the carry, Gloriana leaned down into another passionate kiss, entwining her fingers in Dina’s once more as she gently pressed her into the cushion.

Dina Martel -
Dina gave a small shout as she was lifted up, Glorianas strength quite hidden by the dress. Her legs couled around her reflexively, hands grabbing onto the blonde's arms and hips for purchase. "Silverlight, I should have met you sooner," Dina said ad Gloriana put her down in the cubby, crawling atop her. She reached up, planting another kiss on her lips. "Of course I will... the toys are in my bag," sye said, pointing lazily at a silken courier bag discarded against a chair. "Care for the... male toys? The gags? Or do you want to feep the coiling embrace of silk?" She asked as she brought her free hand down Gloriana's body, tracing a line from neck to hip.

Gloriana -
“S-silk sounds really nice,” Gloriana stuttered as Dina traced down her body with a free hand. Even through her dress, she was quite unready for how sensitive her skin had become under the corrupt influence of the healing magic. She wanted more, needed more, and the dissonant chorus in her soul urged her onwards! Gloriana stood up beside the nook, and began removing her dress, exposing her creamy skin and toned body to the cresting light of Iono’s Rise peeking around the curtains. Though she was still bandaged in places where the Manticore’s vicious spikes had pierced her, she remained a stunning beauty, her shining orbs barely contained by a silken brassiere, her ample hips and buttocks now quite plain to see. Gloriana untied her hair, and turned to face Dina once more with an exaggerated, glamorous sway of her head, her luxurious blonde locks swishing about as her eyes gleamed with desperate lust. Gloriana gave a wolfish grin: “Now, where were we?”

Dina Martel -
Dina let her legs dangle off the cubby as she watched Gloriana undress. She smiled and slowly undid the laces on her corset. "You were bringing me my bag," she stated, glancing at the satchel again. "And asking me oh so nicely to feel my silk," she answered as the top of the corset finally peeled open and seemed to only make her chest look bigger. Her eyes moved over Gloriana's body, tracing her curves and watching the supple muscles, committing it all to memory. Her mind was turning over and over on itself with thoughts, trying to match her body with the best knot...
She grinned and spread her legs, her privacy only covered by a thin bit of skirt.

Gloriana -
Gloriana hurriedly grabbed the bag and returned to her paramour; despite it having weight, she felt nothing shift around inside the bag. She placed the bag beside Dina and crawled back atop her. Gloriana was no expert at this sort of lovemaking, and only vaguely remembered her drunken encounter with that Nightwalker woman months ago, but she knew enough to hold her own. As she planted kisses and gentle nibbles on Dina’s face and down her neck, Gloriana kneaded the woman’s ample bosom, caressing and pinching her nipples to make her squirm and shiver. The taste of sweat and scent of perfume emboldened her, and she began to nibble harder, as her hands squeezed tighter over Dina’s voluminous breasts. She could feel the heat within continue to rise.

Dina Martel -
Dina giggled and moaned as Gloriana started playing with her breasts. Her body reacted immediately, nipples turning to hard nubs... hard nubs with piercings through them like the pleasure women of Altheim. "You like?" she asked quietly as her hands reached into the bag. When they pulled out, out came a soft white rope coiled back on itself a few dozen times. As thick a thumb around and almost one continuous piece, not so much as a single thread fraying from it. "Bondage... the denial, can make the night so much more wonderful," Dina explained, pushing herself up to switch positions with Gloriana, pressing her back against the wall as she put the rope in the blonde's hand for a moment, to let her feel the soft, but unbreakable cord.

Gloriana -
It really is soft, Gloriana thought to herself. Dina was quite excited about it, though, so Gloriana was eager to see what she had in mind. “Show me, then. Make me feel wonderful!” With that, she pulled Dina into another kiss in their new, reversed positions, while squeezing her pierced nipple with a free hand.

Dina Martel -
Dina blushed as her nipple was squeezed, her breath hot on Gloriana's tongue. "As you wish," she said before pushing Gloriana back. With a slide of her leg, she pushed Gloriana off the cushioned nook, and onto the ground. She grabbed the paladin's arms, pulling them back behind her to begin coiling the rope around her forearms. There was the methodical tugging of knot tying, pressing the arms together tighter and tighter. "Just trust me," she urged, wrapping the long end of the rope around Gloriana's chest and snugging it beneath her breasts.

Gloriana -
Gloriana had been restrained before, but this was something new. The touch of the rope on her skin was delicate in its firmness, and, rather than chafing, only seemed to excite her further. Corrupt lust built within her as her arms were pressed together. The tightness excited her, though she did not understand why, and as she felt the caress of the rope beneath her breasts, she quivered with anticipation. “But how will I touch you with my hands tied?” Gloriana asked, as Dina labored over her, the noblewoman’s breasts heaving and swaying with her every motion.

Dina Martel -
"Easy," Dina said, looping the rope through a knot and tugging it up between Gloriana's breasts. She smiled and started wrapping it around her neck like a collar. "You have a mouth, don't you?" she said, pressing her thumb to Gloriana's lip and pressing on it, playing with it for a moment before the rope started snaking back down the knots across her body to bind her legs as well.

Gloriana -
Dina’s thumb against her lips was strangely pleasing, and Gloriana paused to savor it, as Dina began working on tying her legs too. She did have a mouth, and the well of corruption within her body made it particularly sensitive. The cacophonous murmur in her mind and in her soul made her hunger to taste, to feel! As she felt the rope begin to tighten around her legs, she sighed with longing.

Dina Martel -
With one final cinch, Dina grinned and yanked on the rope.The loops and knots suddenly dug into the flesh behind her knee and yanked her forward by her chest. Just before she hit the ground, one hand pulled the trailing rope up between Gloriana's lower lips, and the other grabbed onto her bound arms. "There we go, one nice blonde present~" she said, slowly pulling the rope tighter till it forced her lips apart. The whole thing tightened down on Gloriana, digging into her muscles, pinching her body down against itself, and squeezing her breasts out  in front of her so they dangled. Dina giggled, and laxened the rope so she could reach down with her hand and rub Gloriana's slit, working against her panties. "Does it hurt?"

Gloriana -
The shock of the ropes digging into her flesh was only equaled by the uniquely strange but exhilarating feeling of the rope being pulled between her lips, against her slit, the pressure sparking sensations of strange pleasure that coursed up her spine as she gasped. The contortion and the tightness were painful, and yet the pleasure of the squeezing, the helplessness, somehow outstripped any pain. Gloriana moaned as Dina began rubbing against her. “It-it’s good…I want more!” Gloriana wriggled as she tried to grind against Dina’s hand, to meet that welcome touch, as the malignant heat in her loins burned triumphantly, the whispers of corruption chattering in triumph as she fell further into depravity.

Dina Martel -
"Mmm, good, you already know how to beg," Dina said, rubbing slowly and carefully against Gloriana's clit. "Come here," she said, letting go of Gloriana's cunt. She sat back on the nook, spinning her around to face her. Dina smiled and spread her legs. She pulled the skirt of her dress up, and exposed her bare pussy. "Show me what you can do with your tongue," Dina ordered, easing Gloriana's face into her lap. her skin was soft and flush with excitement and every hair had been shaved off.

Gloriana -
“I don’t-I’m not…sure…” Gloriana was now quite out of her element, and yet her body would not turn back now that she was here on the precipice. She began licking around the shaved slit, suckling and kissing the hooded clit every now and again. The taste of Dina's skin and sweat excited Gloriana's corrupt passions, and as Dina’s clit began livening up, Gloriana licked at it gingerly, before pressing it between her lips and squeezing. She had received these kinds of ministrations before; her husband was rather fond of giving them, so fond that he had started while they were still courting, started in the sunlit forest outside Aelia when they rode out to meet together in secret, away from prying eyes. She thought of Ludovic, of his tongue against her, inside her, his holding her down, pinning her down, helplessness and pleasure and pain...
The memories caused her mind to briefly rebel, clashing with the urges of her corrupt body and the electrifying energy of the moment. Gloriana paused, stupefied, in the middle of twirling her tongue around Dina’s swelling clit, and for a moment did not move.

Dina Martel -
Dina frowned. She picked up a bit of Gloriana's bangs and started twirling it around her finger. "What's wrong?" she asked, using her legs to prop up the paladin's shoulders somewhat, enough so she could talk without a mouthful of Dina. She obviously hadn't been expecting this kind of reaction, nor so good a job with the tongue. She chewed her lip, trying to get a gauge on things once again. "If it's poor confidence, then you just need to keep at it you know. Tenacity is the best trait I always say."
But her thoughts were also elsewhere, about Gloriana's body not her mind. Her womanhood, already excited as it had been, glistened with small droplets almost begging for release as she stared down at the blonde. Her hand slid across the nook, disappearing into the mouth of the bag.

Gloriana -
"I...I'm sorry, milady," Gloriana exclaimed, and the hungry look returned to her eyes once more. As Dina lowered her face back down, Gloriana made a few more circuits of the outer folds before plunging her tongue inside Dina's eager slit, her every drop of juices a primal nectar to the paladin's corrupt palate. As Dina reached for something out of her mysterious bag, Gloriana worked her tongue in and out of Dina's pussy, thrusting it in and winding it about the contours just inside her entrance, lapping up her juices as they began to flow. Gloriana's loins burned hotter as her own body craved its due.

Dina Martel -
What she produced was  whistle; a silent whistle. No sound whatsoever when she put it to her lips and blew. "Much butter," she said as Gloriana started working her tongue in and out of her pussy. She leaned back, putting a hand on the blonde's head and rubbing it gently. With her other hand she went back to unlacing her corset, quickly freeing her chest from the binding and pulling open her dress. She had on no bra, putting the silver piercings on immediate display. They were small things, little rings looping from either side of her nipples. She bit her lip as she started to moan, and grabbed onto one of her piercings, tugging on it slightly. Her face flushed red. She moaned, a fresh gush spilling across Gloriana's tongue
Then the hound pushed through the door and trotted in on heavy padded feet.

Gloriana -
Gloriana was quite occupied with Dina's gushing cunt, and did not notice their new visitor; she was never the most observant woman. She could feel herself moistening with anticipation as she swallowed up more of Dina's fluids and breathed in her scent. It was as though her own body was going into a feverish overdrive, and even her nipples had begun to stiffen without any attention from her paramour. She moaned quietly as she thought again of Lysander's thick cock. Gloriana needed to be filled! Her corruption-addled body was growing desperate.

Dina Martel -
"Gloriana, meet Jay," Dina said as the black dog trotted up behind them and sat down, staring at Dina. Around his neck was a heavy steel collar, engraved with flowery script, and the name Jay right in the middle. "He's much better trained than any noble or commoner," she said with a lewd grin.
Jay licked his jowels and looked down at Gloriana. He was massive, a hunting dog. Two feet at the shoulder and well over a hundred pounds of lithe muscle. He stared with unmoving, green eyes, claws slowly digging into the floor as he waited for the word.

Gloriana -
Gloriana was perplexed. "Trained for what?" She had taken a break from Dina to stare quizzically at the large hound beside her.

Dina Martel -
"Obedience."

Gloriana -
Gloriana's simple mind was unsatisfied by this explanation; her body, aflame with miasmic passion and corrupt lust, was even more unsatisfied. "I want more, milady. Touch me again, make me feel you!" She gave Dina's clit a nibble for emphasis.

Dina Martel -
"He's going to be the one to touch you," Dina answered, and with a gesture of her hand, Jay jumped forward. He landed just behind Gloriana, and one more jump slammed his chest into her bound arms. His warm fur suddenly pressed down on Gloriana's nude body like a heavy coat as he straddled her with his front legs and shimmied forward. "And it's going to feel fantastic, trust me," Dina said, taking Gloriana's head in both her hands. His thin cock slapped up against Gloriana's pussy as the dog worked it out of its sheath.

Gloriana -
"W-wha-" Gloriana's confusion was cut short by the hound's weight pressing her down. The warm, furry body pressed against her naked skin was strangely comforting, and though the thought of a dog having its way with her should've been repulsive, she couldn't shake the desire, the irresistible urge to see this through, such was corruption's hold on her. The slap of the hound's member sent a jolt of pleasure arcing up her body as it fumbled with its sheath. As Dina took her head in her hands, Gloriana's loins ached with longing.

Dina Martel -
"Oh my, I never expected you to be so compliant!" Dina said as she smoothed Gloriana's hair. "Not that you have a choice anymore, do you? All tied up like that. Go ahead, struggle a little.  They call it snake silk. The more you struggle, the tighter it gets until you soak it in water. They use it for executing betrayers in Altheim, and I've had girls on the floor begging for release, even if it meant getting pissed on~" she explained as Jay started humping, working blood into his cock enough that the head started snagging her panties and shoving them aside so he could pierce her valley.

Gloriana -
"I-I've never been to Altheim," Gloriana stammered, as she wriggled with euphoria. The hound's cock slipping inside her was sublime after all the delay, and she desperately wanted to push back, to thrust herself back and forth in time with Jay. Dina's warning proved accurate, and her squirming and struggling only tightened the silken hold on her flesh, accentuating her pleasure as the hound began pumping away. "Aaaah~" Gloriana's heartbeat quickened, and her breathing came faster, as corrupt lust danced across her mind and behind her eyes.

Dina Martel -
"Well, most people never visit..." Dina said as she watched with half lidded eyes. Another reach inside her sack produced a small replica of a penis that she wasted no time in sliding inside herself as she watched Jay frantically hump Gloriana, ramming his cock inside her pussy. He hadn't seemed large at first, but his cock was quickly swelling. It was now as thick as a large man's, and getting thicker. His humping started to slow down as the sheer girth started stretching Gloriana open.

Gloriana -
As Gloriana watched Dina pleasure herself with a dainty toy cock, she was wracked by her own waves of ecstasy, as the hound's cock continued to swell, filling her more and more with each passing moment. Her pussy had already begun stretching to accommodate his girth, and the twinges of pain only heightened her exhilaration. The drone of corruption quieted her scruples, and Gloriana submitted totally to her frenzied lusts. "Aah , aaaah~ More!" She cried out, as the canine member plunged inside her.

Dina Martel -
Dine wasn't even watching anymore, she had her eyes closed, one hand moving between her breasts, the other working the fake cock inside herself. The sound of Jay's hips humping against Gloriana's ass, the blonde's moaning, her own heavy breathing, all of it was making a symphony of eroticism in her mind. "You lovely, lovely whore," Dina whispered as Jay's knot started plumping up, pressing against her clit with every thrust.

Gloriana -
The pounding of the hound's knot against her clit drove Gloriana wild; before, she probably could've outlasted the beast and begged for more without reaching sweet release, but not now. His rhythmic pounding into her pussy, the meaty slap against her plump, sweating ass, the weight of his hairy body against her bare back, and now his hammering against her swelling clit, all of these meant her own orgasm was within sight. Pangs of shame crossed her mind; could she really come with a dog inside her? Was she a woman or a beast? But as he kept at it, she stopped caring. She was awash with pleasure and for a small moment worried not what the new day would bring. "Ooooh~" Gloriana's moaning grew louder, as her body trembled with delight in its bonds.

Dina Martel -
"Go ahead Jay," Dina said calmly. The dog barked obediently, and started slamming his cock into Gloriana, fully intent on forcing that massive knot into her. His whole body shook with every thrust, shaking the entire wall. Dina moaned, rubbing the dildo inside herself. She started puming it in and out of herself as she listened to Glorianas moaning between her legs. And then yhe k ot popped inside Gloriana. As soon as it felt her warm, tight embrace, it doubled in size and the dog started pumping its cum into her.

Gloriana -
As the thick knot popped inside her, the sharp pain recalled a sharper one all those years ago. As the pleasure crested into an overwhelming climax, it echoed the corrupt orgasm of her darkest nightmare as her body gripped the beast's cock in delight, muscles tightening with each wave of pleasure. As the hound pumped its hot, thick ropes of seed into her womb, Gloriana vividly recalled the sensation of being filled to bursting by the man, the monster, she loved. Was this who she really was, who she always had been? A sow, a bitch in heat, a vessel fit only for breeding, for being filled with the seed of beasts and monsters?
As her corrupt body shook and her voice cried out in ecstasy, the room was clouded in red haze, and the walls and the furniture bent and buckled around her. Gloriana moaned and sighed with satisfaction, her senses lost in a haze of euphoria, shame, and fear, and the vision stopped as soon as it began. When she looked up at Dina's triumphant, rapturous expression, as the woman lost herself in depraved lust, for a moment it seemed as though Dina's face were melting away, leaving a monstrous, grinning  mask dripping blood from its hideous maw...
Gloriana blinked, and the vision passed. She was still shaking with tremors of pleasure from the hound's thick, knotted cock, which was firmly planted in her eager pussy. She looked up at Dina once more, and then leaned in to kiss Dina's swollen clit.

Dina Martel -
Dina cried out herself, burying the fake cock inside herself to the sounds of Gloriana's depraved orgasm. Her pussy squirted, drenching Gloriana's mouth in her. She threw back her head and cried out, legs jerking up. She hooked her heels around Gloriana's ass, pulling her into the lewd embrace. Pleasure shot through her body till she was shaking. She shoved the toy so far into her body that it almost disappeared, and then she pressed Gloriana's mouth around it as corruption surged and swelled, spinning through both of their veins. "Fuuuuuuuuck," Dina cried out.
Jay was jerking his cock inside Gloriana, tugging on her mercilessly with his knot as more and more cum flooded into her. It seemed almost impossible how much was emptying out of his balls. And it felt /wrong/. Mind numbingly wrong but body-shaking amazing. Jay seemed to almost collapse on top of Gloriana, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her to squirt his stupidly enormous load into her womb.

Gloriana -
Gloriana eagerly swallowed all that Dina's cunt could give, her body well and truly abandoned to become the plaything of this lusty woman and her hound, whose enormous knot pressed deeper and deeper into Gloriana's snatch, the pressure of his fluids continuing to build in her womb. Gloriana buried her face in Dina's honeypot, pushing the toy deep inside, and greedily taking as much of her nectar as she could before it dripped past her chin and out of reach. The shame would be crippling tomorrow, but right now, she felt bliss, as the cacophony within her soul became a harmonious chorus, a clarion of unity between body, mind, and soul. She was to be used, and though she had rejected it before, right now, in the throes of this depraved passion, she accepted her fate.

Dina Martel -
A wooden dowel suddenly was touched against Gloriana's shoulder. Dina's moan turned into a laugh as her muscles sagged and relaxed. She brushed the hair from her face and looked down at Gloriana with a sadistic grin. "Such a good slut! You loved that didn't you? I just knew you'd love being a dog's bitch. I could see it in your eyes," she said, brushing Gloriana's cheek. "Shame really... it'd be really hard to keep you as a pet. I'd have to make sure you never got a wink of rest during the day. Not even Jay here has that much cum. The horses maybe? Would you like being used by the horses?" she asked, though she was keeping Gloriana's mouth covered. "Ah well, a problem for later," she said, pressing the wand into Gloriana's shoulder and activating it. The runes glowed green suddenly, and fresh healing magic surged through her body, and with it, the corruption of the night. "Enjoyyyy~"

Gloriana -
Gloriana fell away from the hound, away from Dina, fell into darkness for what felt like hours, days, or maybe just seconds. She landed on her bed at Rothburg; the Sun was peeking in the window, and her husband was standing beside the wardrobe, with only his trousers on, searching for his shirt. “L-ludovic?” Gloriana whispered, in disbelief. He turned about; “my beloved, you’re awake!” He walked towards her, beaming, and kissed her gently. It was all she could do not to weep. He pulled away and smiled sheepishly. “I figured I’d let you sleep in for spell, since we had such lovely exercise last night, after all.” He stood up, and walked back to the wardrobe to finish getting dressed. He was just as handsome as she remembered, but perhaps a few years older. Gloriana looked around; their room was exactly as she remembered it, and yet…there were new things on his shelves, and a new painting of Ludovic, and her, and…Gloriana froze with terror at the sight of the small, blonde child sitting in the painted Gloriana’s lap. This was…this was impossible!

“Mama!” She turned towards the door to see a little boy, the very same boy from the painting, running towards the bed, towards her. He practically flew through the air with a flying leap, knocking her back onto the bed from her seated pose with a hug. “Mama, Papa’s taking me to the watchtowers today! We’ll get to see the soldiers practicing!” The boy was so thrilled he didn’t realize the horror and sadness in his mother’s eyes. “Come here, Arthur, you know what we’ve told you about barging into our room without knocking.” Ludovic smiled, and grabbed the boy, picking him up from the bed and swinging him around before turning to face his wife once more.
“Glory, what’s the matter?” He seemed to notice his wife’s expression now, for the first time. “N-nothing, dear. It’s just…” She paused, and stood up, walking towards her family and embracing them tightly. “I…I love you so much…” Gloriana began to weep now, tears running down her face and onto Ludovic’s bare chest.

“Aw, don’t cry, my dear. You’re much too beautiful to be sad. That’s why I chose you, you know. You’re special, and you’re mine.” She looked up at her husband; even to her dulled, tired mind, that was an odd thing to say. Ludovic had a wicked grin now, and without warning he shoved her back onto the bed. “Arthur, Mommy and I need to have some time alone. Why don’t you go outside?” And with that, Ludovic tossed Arthur out the door and slammed it shut, locking it for good measure before turning back to Gloriana. “No, not this, not again” she cried out, as he advanced on her, skin rippling, seething. “Yes, my beloved, always this, always us, forever! You cannot run from me. You will be my Dark Bride and our children will be legion!” As he spoke, Ludovic grew, and twisted, and assumed the vile form that haunted Gloriana’s nightmares, the dread beast that nearly destroyed her. The stones and mortar began to crumble all around them as the sunlight vanished into a blood red sky, and the pealing of bells sounded all around.

As Ludovic ripped her chemise from her body, and forced his throbbing, swelling members deep inside her, Gloriana’s mind began to shatter. While her monstrous husband plunged his appendages into her, Gloriana saw her brother’s mangled corpse, heard her mother weeping in the hallway outside her bedchamber, heard every cry of pain and death rattle she had ever witnessed, and some she hadn’t. All the suffering and misery unfolded again, and again, as Ludovic wrapped his tongue around her neck and plunged it down her throat, his hot breath heavy on her face as ichor and blood leaked from his vacant eye sockets onto her naked skin. Gloriana saw her brave companion Cashmere scarred and violated by a hideous beast, while she was powerless to save her. Gloriana drowned in despair as her husband drowned her holes in his demon seed. Everything around her shattered into bits, until all that remained was Ludovic and her violated body in an ocean of darkness, amidst a chorus of shouts, cries, and the peal of bells.

*What am I?* She thought, as her body reacted to his rutting the only way it knew how. Her muscles tightened around his twin shafts, and she trembled with ecstasy, crying out with pleasure as the last bursts of his seed were pumped into her eager holes. *I am the Dark Mother.*

*I am His.*

In the Martel study, Gloriana lay on the floor, catatonic, bound, and broken. As Dina stood to attend to her treacherous purposes, Gloriana muttered to herself, and to the world, in the softest of whispers. “I am His.”