A Most Holy Conversion

The clamor and clang of an army preparing for battle fills the air, cries echo through the camp, messengers sprint through the crush, metal crunches against metal as armor is donned and weapons prepared. Tens of thousands of souls united under one holy purpose: to crush the forces of the Foul Barony. But you will not join them in that task, not yet. For before confronting the corruption waiting blatantly across the fallow plain, you must purge the corruption within, the War Council demands it, and by the Goddess, you will see it through. Your thick warplate clinks smoothly as you advance towards the black tent. So obvious. So bold. It fills you with disgust. Soldiers always have need of succor, of flesh, of faith, of foul assurances that their mortal coil will not end this day, and this... establishment, provides all of that. You struggle to restrain your sneer beneath your helmet, such weakness, such faithlessness, are for lesser men. The decorated folds of the tent part at your approach and its occupant seductively invites you inside, "Good paladin," the seer Sua purrs, "welcome to my humble abode. How may I be of service...?"

The harlot smirks at you while she lounges on her stained divan, her poisonous body shamelessly revealed by her scanty outfit, so unlike the chastely covered forms of the Goddess's priestesses. She licks her lips, "So what will it be, good sir? Do you require some services that those prim maidens of yours cannot provide?" Sua drawls, "Something a little more... exciting?" Distaste wells up within you, as if such petty temptations could lead you astray from the path of righteousness, the slattern assumes too much,
"No," you growl down at her, reaching up with mailed hands to remove your greathelm, so that you might stare this enticement in the eyes and reject it, "I have come to rid this camp of your foulness,"
Sua pouts, running a hand along her bared side, "Eh? Come now sir, just because the boys want some pussy that doesn't spout psalms at them doesn't make me evil," she smiles as her fingers dance along her inner thigh, "Cannot we come to some sort of... compromise?"
"No. We cannot," you rumble, "You tempt the men with your heresy. You speak of the future before it is written. You waste their seed upon your befouled sheets. This ends, today,"

Sua rolls her eyes at your dire imprecations, "So you will strike me down then? Impale me through the heart with that holy blade of yours?" She gestures towards the blessed blade at your hip. The faintest of smiles crosses your lips at her theatrics,
"No, whore. Evil cannot be slain with such crudity," your hands find the straps for your codpiece, "it must be cleansed," your codpiece drops to the carpeted floor, allowing your weighty manhood to drop out of its confines. Sua's eyes widen at the sight of so mighty an engine, her lips parting in apparent shock, before curling into a lewd grin,
"I would say I did not see this coming," she sighs, "but I did. So let us see how the rest of this will play out, hmm?" She pats the cushion of her divan, "Will you join me on her, or will you take me on the ground like an animal...?" Sua's eyebrows waggle in support of the choice she would prefer, but her opinion on the matter is meaningless,
"Bend over, slut," you growl, "Your conversion begins,"
"Oh, I do love this part," Sua breathes.

The venal temptress divests herself of what scant fabric covers her body, revealing a slim form graced with modest curves, nipples brown and perky, hips healthily rounded, her skin as pale as milk. You retain your armor, the soft press of flesh against flesh is reserved only for the devoted worthy, and this woman is far from that. Your member quickens at the sight of Sua, growing like a pine into its fullest extent, a mighty instrument of the Goddess which has turned many a wicked soul. Sua nibbles on her lip thoughtfully, before dutifully kneeling in front of her divan and draping her upper half atop it, "I thought your kind prefer a more... intimate position," she muses, "in keeping with your creed,"
"You lack true knowledge then," you scowl at the sight of her perky posterior, split by the dark brown and pink of her foul slit, "I shall educate you. Thoroughly."
"Oh I look forward to it," Sua purrs, swaying her hips from side to side, "do continue, good sir. Enlighten me..."

And so you do. Arranging yourself behind her as a General does his men, you lower the vast head of your manhood against the plush softness of her entrance, already slick with anticipation, and no doubt preparation. The vile prostitute's entire body stiffens as you press into her, sheathing your sword to the hilt in her warm innards, until your ponderous sack presses against the cool of her skin, eliciting a wordless groan from her. Your lips curl as her folds glutinously squish against your length, and you are able to feel the obscene corruption filling her belly, a foulness to be rooted out with faith and flesh. Your instrument of judgement now attuned the heresy with the harlot, you start to work then on purging it from her. Sua moans loudly as your member slides in and out of her belly, pressing and stretching her insides with slowly, steady thrusts that leave her gasping, "Is... every... service... like... this?" she breathes between each stab of your spear, "I should... go to... church... more often!" she gurgles as wetness drips down her toned thighs.

You grunt, focused upon your work, slamming your manhood into Sua with exacting precision, shaping her with your member as well as your faith, until the Goddess's will is done. With a rasping shudder, the whore climaxes on your lance, filling the dark tent with her moans, trembling as she clutches at her divan. You remain within the filthy confines of her hole until her shivers cease, before unmounting her, "On your back, slut. Your redemption is at hand," you rumble, your spear dripping with her foul fluids, her pale cheeks now showing a faint redness. Still wearing a sordid smirk, Sua lowers herself to the ground and spreads her legs,
"Ahhh, now this is more like it," she chuckles, "I do love getting pounded into the ground. Is doing it like horses your idea of foreplay?" You do not answer her, for the horses of this area are notorious for their depraved penile mutation, and you would not permit your efforts to be associated with such perversity, "Such a bore..." Sua grumbles teasingly, idly playing with herself, "Well?"

You take Sua on the unusually extravagant carpet, your armored bulk atop her without crushing her, while her limber legs wrap around your waist, her hips hiked up to ensure the depth of your penetration. She moans and writhes with overt enthusiasm, as if you were just yet another noble client come to waste his semen inside of her, enjoying playing the harlot. Even if that is what she truly is at heart. You plow furrows between her milky thighs, burying yourself deep in her, giving a steady pounding that excites her and pleasures you enough to bring you to the brink. As the supreme moment approaches, Sua's hands wrap around your neck, her fingers tracing patterns against your skin, your mighty testes pulsating as the prepare their holy emission. The slut smirks, "And now good sir, you are mine," she growls, as the first ropes of your load boil into her, and the runes traced upon your neck activate. Except they do not.

"No," you grunt, "I am not," and Sua is so shocked that her feeding fangs pop out,
"Eh? Eh!" she goggles at you, before glancing down her eyes narrowing in horrified fascination, "What did you- Why is it all- OH MOTHER OF DARKNESS," she howls as she climaxes, your seed flooding into her with ceaseless strength. Your blessed water soaks into her, and a cruel smile quirks your lips,
"Foolish vampire," your growl, "where do you think all of your blood has gone? Your lust blinded you. And now, the Goddess fills you,"
Sua watches with her fanged mouth agape as the pale skin of her stomach is filled with a ruddy glow, "My.. my womb?" she gasps in confusion, "But I cannot... Oh you damn paladin, you are impregnating me!" You rumble with amusement,
"The blood that powers you is still full of life, and the Goddess claims her due. And now," you slam yourself fully against her now-warm cervix, "FEEL HER HOLY LOVE!" you roar with hallowed fervor.

Sua shrieks like the damned as the final, thick spurts of your load spew directly into her revitalized womb, flooding it with your turgid seed as the vampire spasms beneath you, smiting the corruption within her with its potency. For your Goddess was one of Fertility, and her methods of dealing with undead hellspawn was different from that of more base and angry divinity. So you inseminate Sua's womb, once barren and cold, now filled with life and potential, a most pleasing outcome. And with this work complete, a devious spy has been silenced as well, truly the Goddess smiles upon you this day! You pull yourself upright, leaving the vampire laying in a pool of her own fluids, your own far too holy to leak out of her folds, gasping for breath that she does not truly need. You glare down at her in distaste, "The Temple will be expecting you," you growl, "slattern."
Sua laughs up at you, hauling herself upright, "Oh... I don't know about that," and in a flash a dagger is pressed against her toned stomach, "I think there is a solution to this little problem right here, I can always get my sisters to grow me a new womb. If I still want one," she snorts, "Your play, paladin," she winks.

Such foulness. Such deviancy. Such unrequited wickedness. Your task was yet undone it seems. Though you long to join the greater battle, the evil within must be dealt with first, lest it bring ruination even in victory. Your armor crashes to the ground as you shed it, thick plates of iron soon joined by coils of mail and lengths of hardened leather, until you are only armored in faith. Which is all you ever need. Sua licks her lips hungrily as she drinks in the sight of your scarred, muscled body, "No wonder those fertility priestesses hog you all to themselves," she purrs, tossing her dagger aside, and sashaying closer, "Break me in, good sir. I'm feeling a bit... religious today," Your meaty hands lift her lithe body into the air, and her arms and legs wrap around your neck and waist in anticipation. Your bulbous tip presses against her anus, so as to not disturb the miracle occurring within her womb,
"We begin," you boom, "with the First Law..."

The turning of the noble vampire lady Sua takes time, but it is the Goddess's work. You impale her upon your mighty lance, gouging at her long-unused innards until she howls and curses, your blessed seed pouring into her until her filthy hole bubbles and froths. You then silence the foulness dripping from her poisoned tongue, filling it instead with holy flesh that sanctifies her mouth and throat, her evilness going unspoken as she gags and drools upon it. You gift her the Goddess's Love in every manner possible, slamming her up and down upon you as if she were a toy, pounding her into the carpet while she lays upon it, making her stand upon her hands while you make her belly bulge with every thrust, pushing her legs up next to her head and stuffing her insides until your seed erupts from her gibbering mouth. Until by the end of it, she lays twitching upon her sodden carpets, gurgling softly as she clutches at her swollen stomach, her body now as cold as ice from such overuse without sustenance. You snort as you pull your armor back on, "Pathetic," your rumble, "A Temple Priestess would not have stopped until the sun rose the next day. You have much to learn, whore."

You wrench open the entrance of the tent, stalking out into the gloom of the evening, but surely it had only been several hours? And then you notice the quiet. The deathly quiet. The deathless quiet. Fleshless heads creak as they turn to regard you, mouths agape with permanent amusement as they stalk through the ruins of your camp. Horror fills you, but you clamp down on it with sheer rage, you did not know the fate of the army, but by the Goddess, you would cleanse the camp of this filth until your soul was freed from its mortal shell. You draw your sword, raising it in salute, but before you can charge the gathering ranks of skeletons, an ethereal figure floats from amongst them. Her armor was as black as coil, and long silken train trails behind her, soaked through with blood, her face a pale mask of cold malice, "Hail, paladin," she calls, "Your cowardness was noted. Was this where you were hiding?"
"Heretic filth," you spit, and a slight smirk parts her lips as a long, black blade flickers into her hand, "Come and die,"

But then the tent parts behind you, and move cautiously to the side Sua saunters out, yawning and rubbing at her pronounced belly, "Hello Jiu," she waves, "I'm pregnant," she says in greeting, and the floating lady's mask dissolves into something infinitely softer,
"Eh?" Jiu gasps, just like her sister had, "Sua, this is not the time-"
"Oh hush! This paladin here revived my womb before knocking me up," Sua gestures towards you, lewdly rubbing her stomach for emphasis, "Can we keep him?"
"No!" both you and Jiu exclaim at the same moment, sharing a look of odd sympathy that you both had to deal with such a depraved creature like her sister,
"I will die with my faith and honor intact," you growl,
"He's a paladin, Sua. We kill them for a reason!" Jiu reasons, but Sua just huffs,
"Perhaps I enjoy getting impregnated?" she grumbles, "And you!" she whirls on you, "I am not raising your child alone! So you had best stay by my side!"

Jiu glances at you, and you both grimace, before she nods amicably, "I have a solution," she declares softly, and your view suddenly turns sideways as you hear a shriek of outrage from Sua. Ah. The Goddess's love...

It has been five years, and you stare woodenly at the squalling child seated in Sua's lap, as she uses her elegant dress to clean the milk off of her lips, because that is the only way you stare now. You had been Raised, your soul retethered to your corpse, your Goddess releasing you from her warm embrace for this duty, this service. A compromise, of sorts. She was a Goddess who abhorred absent fathers, after all. Sua smirks up at you from her seat on her chair, "Oh stop moldering in silence over there, "I think my milk is running dry once more," she sighs, taking voluminous gulps of blood from a hefty chalice near her. Sua passes your daughter off to a maid, who bows before shuffling from the room, as the vampire sheds her clothing and floats onto her bed, "Perhaps this time you will convert me fully, hmm?" she eyes the bulge in your pants, still throbbing with life, an unnatural hybrid of Life and Unlife, "Goddess, I do love you," Sua prays teasingly as you go to join her.

It was your duty to purge the wicked after all, and Lady Sua remains eternally wicked...