“Rise and serve your mistress,” Ruxi commanded, her voice dripping with sensual authority. The air grew heavy with the weight of her proclamation as dozens of undead thralls emerged from the shadows, their hollow eyes fixed upon her divine form.
These were once devoted worshippers, humans who had given themselves over to the demoness in the throes of carnal ecstasy. They had experienced pleasures beyond mortal comprehension, their bodies and souls intertwined with hers as she drank deep of their essence.
Ruxi remembered them all - their cries of rapture echoing through her palace, the hot splash of seed against her skin, the frenzied pumping of hips as they rode out their final orgasms, lives fading in unison with their climaxes. In those moments of ultimate bliss, she had harvested their souls, trapping them within this realm to serve as eternal extensions of her will.
The final moments of their ecstasy were permanently etched on to what remains of their minds ensuring that even in death they will eagerly obey the dark mistress.
These were once devoted worshippers, humans who had given themselves over to the demoness in the throes of carnal ecstasy. They had experienced pleasures beyond mortal comprehension, their bodies and souls intertwined with hers as she drank deep of their essence.
Ruxi remembered them all - their cries of rapture echoing through her palace, the hot splash of seed against her skin, the frenzied pumping of hips as they rode out their final orgasms, lives fading in unison with their climaxes. In those moments of ultimate bliss, she had harvested their souls, trapping them within this realm to serve as eternal extensions of her will.
The final moments of their ecstasy were permanently etched on to what remains of their minds ensuring that even in death they will eagerly obey the dark mistress.
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