“Very well, you have your payment, demon. It’s time to hold up your end of the bargain.” 

The shifty-eyed cambion grinned wickedly from ear to ear as he pressed his thumb through the small pile of soul coins in his palm. Falthoraxx nodded his head in agreement and with a gentle flourish of his wrist, the infernal coins disappeared from his hand in a puff of smoke, only to be replaced by a small scroll. Licking his lips, the demonic bargainer handed over the cursed relic into the waiting hand of Pemgrave the Virtuous. The stoic paladin, clad in gleaming white armor took the scroll in hand, examining it carefully. The intricately carved silver handles felt oddly cold to the touch, especially considering it had been stored away somewhere in the nine hells for what was likely several millennia now. 

“Pleasure to do business with you.” The bulky demon said through the large fangs of his protruding underbite. Its glowing yellow eyes locked onto Pemgrave before a low, guttural laugh emerged from the creature’s belly. Looking behind the human paladin, several other adventurers continued to labor on a series of devices that hung from the ceiling of the building’s massive antechamber. Multiple spells could be seen weaving in synchronicity with one another as the would-be heroes attempted to craft a binding ritual that would hopefully restrain their quarry. “I wish you success in your endeavor. But, I’m not foolish enough to believe in you.”

“Begone vile creature. Our deal is done. Soon the Subjugator will be vanquished and we will turn our focus to ridding the material plane of filth like yourself.” He spat in response. Falthoraxx vanished in another puff of acrid black smoke, leaving behind nothing but an afterimage of his soulless eyes gazing into Pemgrave’s soul as the demon's laughter echoed in his head. 

Finally free of the unsavory company of the hells for the moment, the human paladin strode back to the rest of his party, studying the fruits of their labor. Walking down the stairs in front of him, Pemgrave nodded his head solemnly at his sorcerous companion. Selene, a drow high sorceress from the House of Tsunzarr, moved across the floor with a quiet grace that mesmerized the much larger man. Try as he might, Pemgrave couldn’t keep his gaze from dipping down the open face of her elegant, deep blue robes. He was unsure why spellcasters were so insistent on wearing ceremonial garb like this. Just because she wasn’t proficient with armor didn’t mean that her enormous tits needed to be nearly falling out like that. 

“Erm, Serene, how goes work on the arcane shackles?” The human asked. Serene met his gaze, holding it for a prolonged moment before gazing up at the massive black iron stockade hanging from the ceiling. 

“We are nearly finished. We simply need to know the creature’s true name so the proper runes can be transcribed to ensure she is summoned in the proper place.” Serene brought her attention back down to the hellish scroll in the paladin’s hand. “That being said, please hand over the scroll.” Pemgrave snapped out of his train of thought and sheepishly handed over the artifact. The drow sorceress took the scroll and unfurled it, immediately setting to work studying the infernal runes scrawled upon the surface of the skin-like paper. “Hmmmm, it would appear that the demon spoke true. The Subjugator’s true name is Hileth.”

“Then today is the day that Hileth draws her last breath.” Another voice called out from the second floor balcony. An old man, dressed in mismatched patchwork robes stepped up to the railing on the north side of the atrium. He gently ran one hand down the length of his long, gray beard, an old habit of his whenever he was deep in contemplation. “Come my companions. It is time to prepare ourselves for the coming conflict.” The rest of the party assembled around the amphitheater, all twelve of them staggered across the three floors of the large building. They each turned their gaze to Wulburt, their wizard companion, falling silent as they awaited to hear him recap the plan to slay the archdevil known as Hileth the Subjugator.

INTELLIGENCE: DC 18

→ 24 ←

SUCCESS!

Wulburt gathered his thoughts as best he could, conjuring an illusion of the massive archdevil based on an ancient text he had uncovered some years ago. The shimmering blue visage of the hellsbourne demoness appeared, already locked inside of the black iron stockade that hung from the ceiling. He swept his arm outward, gesturing towards the apparition. Step by step the wizened old man moved his companions through each stage of his admittedly intricate plan, accounting for each and every possibility to ensure their success. The faint specter of the demon yanked its translucent limbs against the twisted metal of her restraints. Despite being an illusion conjured by the kindly wizard, it seemed as though the malevolence of a true devil was roiling within the massive beast. Filo

“Have you all prepared yourselves?” Wulburt asked. A solemn chorus of yays and nodding heads signaled the start of their descent into madness. “Very well. Brienne, Filo, come take your snares. Selene, prepare your runes. And I shall begin the incantation!” Wulburt did not wait for his companions to arrive in their positions to begin the recitation. Attempting to bind an archdevil to the material plane was difficult, laborious work. It would be some time still before  his spell was complete. And once that moment finally came, there would be no turning back. 

ARCANA: DC 25

→ NAT20 ←

CRITICAL SUCCESS!

“INFILETAE DOLROS ENCANTATUM!” The final syllables of Wulburt’s spell reverberated off of the walls of the large manor house. The sound of his voice was beginning to twist and change as the ritual came to its conclusion. When the final syllables passed his lips, there was a terse moment of silence before the walls of the building began to shake violently. A loud crack signaled the failing of a large support beam beneath the second floor, causing the entire space to lurch downard unexpectedly. 

Dexterity : DC 15 Dexterity : DC 15 Dexterity : DC 15 Dexterity 

→ 18 ← → 16 ← → 6 ←

SUCCESS! SUCCESS! FAILURE!

Filo, the human fighter of the party, lost his footing with the sudden shifting of the floorboards and lurched forward towards the railing. Thankfully, he was posted on the second floor and not the third, sparing him a more serious injury that may have ended his fight right then and there. However, landing flat on his back still sent a wave of pain through the young man’s muscles. He stared up towards the ceiling, mindlessly admiring the gorgeous sight of dark starry sky through the large skylight. 

“Bloody hells! Are you alright?” The concerned face of Brienne came peering over the railing from the floor above. Filo waved her off, choosing to remain on his back for a moment longer, letting the soreness fade before he inevitably had to get back up. The sea elf barbarian let out a sigh of relief and shook her head, getting a chuckle out of the smaller man’s clumsy mishap. She thought about chastising him, maybe even offering him a lesson or two in how to improve his exercise regimen, however, she decided against teasing the poor man. With all the tension between them right now, maybe a quick laugh was just what they needed. 

“Are you hurt Filo? I’ll be down in a moment to tend your wounds.” Said Charon the dwarven cleric, looking down from his position on the third floor. However, before he could take a singular step towards the stairs, Wulburt’s voice rang out once more.

“NO, YOU FOOLS! The devil comes! Filo, to your feet!”

No sooner did the warning leave the wizard’s lips did a column of dark, black smoke erupt into the room. Filo, his instincts screaming at him to rise from his back, quickly clambered to his feet just in time to watch the dark cloud finally solidify into the form of the creature they were hunting. 

“Gyar’s tits! What’s this now? Did… did you try to summon me?” Towering above the puny human was a huge demoness clad in terrifying dark platinum armor and standing at a terrifying eighteen feet tall. She sported a long braid of jet black hair that was adorned with several shining spikes as it gently writhed down to the small of her back, where a long red tail began to ominously explore the new space in which the devil found herself. Standing on a hanging platform at the back of the antechamber, Baelor the Witty cowered behind a heavy banner that he prayed would obscure him from the large woman’s view. The terrified bard could feel an overwhelming sense of dread as Hileth appeared and now he stood paralyzed with fear, woefully unprepared to play his part in the plan. 

“Try we did not, for we have found success in our endeavor.” Wulburt declared confidently, silently communicating with Slene to verify that the restraints were holding before he revealed his position to the giantess. Wulburt stepped forward, his gaze meeting directly with her belly button plotted in the center of her muscular stomach. His research had allowed him to understand the demon’s stature before the ritual, but seeing her now in person; she was altogether a wholly new breed of monster.

“Oh? Is that so?” The crimson skinned giantess mused, her lips curling up into a wicked smile, revealing sharpened teeth behind her dark lips. Though she could not see the puny runt addressing her somewhere below, she had a keen sense of every single inch of this quaint little abode. “And what makes you so sure of that, little one? Have you any idea who it is that you have so callously invited into your home?”

“Silence daemon! Your twisted lies will serve you no better here than the bindings that hold you in place.” Wulburt declared. Lightning crackled between his fingertips. While he was confident that their plan would succeed, he could not ignore the sheer power that emanated from this beast. “Hileth the Subjugator, on behalf of the mortal souls of the Lunar Coast, I sentence you to death.” The demon cackled a deep guttural laugh, the chains on her shackles rattling loudly as she did. 

“So, you know of me, enough to know my true name and still you attempt to bind me?” The giantess yanked on her chains, causing the rafters of the building to groan from the intense pressure. “Lo, mortal, your efforts have been for naught. For I am unable to be removed from the hells. Do you see?” The infernal giantess turned her glowing yellow eyes towards the sky, urging the others to do the same. Through the open skylight the party was able to see the dark void of the night sky around them, bedazzled with countless twinkling stars. But a moment later, the entire building shook violently as a gargantuan eye, matching Hileth’s in color, completely engulfed the window. A panicked fear washed over the entire party as the gargantuan eyeball lifted away from the window, shooting up into the sky as an even more colossal clone of Hileth leapt into the void above the mansion, only this time she was completely nude.

“Behold mortals. You did not lock me within your house, you have trapped yourselves within mine! Welcome to my own personal demiplane, where you will find everyone and everything submits to my will; one way or another.”

Staring up into the sky as he beheld the immense nude form of Hileth’s monstrous avatar, Wulburt realized their folly. Here, in a dimension of her own creation, they stood no chance of overpowering the archdevil. Their only hope of survival was to escape. Not sparing another moment on formality, the aged man carved a transportation sigil into the air with his fingers, a maneuver he had practiced ten thousand times before, and prepared to throw the entire building back onto the material plane. However, as he finished the somatic component of his spell, the wizard was horrified to find that his spell had fizzled out into nothingness. It cannot be! Has she set some sort of arcane lock?! DAMN!

“Charon, bid her to speak true. We need to know how to leave this wretched plane. Comrades, to arms!” Wulburt shouted. Hearing the panic in the wizard’s voice, the rest of the party were immediately put on guard as the dwarven cleric wrapped the archdevil in a zone of truth. Motes of golden light sparked and crackled as they formed a thin barrier around the giantess. Hileth looked down to inspect the spell as it struggled to envelop her and her lips curled up into a wicked smile. 

INSIGHT: DC 18

→ 4 ←

FAILURE!

Wulburt sees the cocky smirk painted across the devil’s face, but he has no choice but to assume that her cocky demeanor is a facade to mask her hellish rage. Seeing that the spell had successfully taken hold Wulburt steps up to the railing once more. 

“Infernal baroness, speak true. How do we leave this place?” The crimson giantess opened her mouth to speak, but the words seemed to get caught in her throat. Her eyes narrowed as she appeared to be struggling to speak. She seemed to struggle against the effects of the spell as the words began to crawl from her lips against her will.

“The… sending… sigil…” Hileth clenched her jaw, trying to stop the words from escaping. “My anklet…. Right boot…” Wulburt looked down to the first floor where Filo was standing with spear in hand.

“Filo, remove her right boot. We must get our hands on that sigil!” Wulburt commanded. The muscular fighter choked down the oppressive fear that engulfed him and steeled himself for the task at hand. Lunging forward, Filo clambered up onto the giant woman’s metal boot. He was forced to drop his spear in order to climb into a position where he could set a hand on Hileth’s warm flesh. The size of her immense calf forced him to squat down and wrap both arms around her leg, as he desperately tried to lift the giantess’ foot from her boot. 

STRENGTH: DC 10

→ 27 ←

SUCCESS!

Filo lifted with all his might and was surprised to find that despite her immense size, he was able to raise the giantess’ leg up out of the boot. He continued to lift until he could see a thin silver chain tied around the demoness’ ankle. Secured along the chain, Filo could see a series of different magical baubles, one of which must be the sigil that Wulburt was searching for. Being careful not to release his grip on the leg, Filo began to stretch down, attempting to wrap a hand around the anklet and hopefully bring an end to this madness. However, he was unprepared for the heavy downward pressure of her leg to suddenly reverse direction as the giantess quickly pulled her foot into the open air. 

DEXTERITY: DC 25

→ 12 ←

FAILURE!

“SHIT!” Filo cursed as Hileth suddenly removed her foot, knocking Filo back and causing him to land flat on his back once more. Only this time, the massive demon’s bare foot was poised above him ominously. The massive red toes began to wiggle playfully before the foot was pressed down onto his entire body. Immediately a foul, sour stink began to invade Filo’s senses as her sweaty toes clamped down on either side of his head, keeping his face immobilized in the damp valley between her toes. 

“Volati Centorum” Hileth’s rapid incantation singed the air as it danced off of her tongue, the sound of her terrifyingly sweet voice burning his ears. After the words seemed to fall away, Filo was left with nothing but harrowing silence. He tried to call out for his companions, but much to his surprise the terrified human found himself to be completely paralyzed. He could move his eyes, allowing him to scan the narrowed field of view he was afforded through the gaps of Hileth’s gargantuan toes. However, staring up towards the ceiling Filo was confused to see bits of stone and debris falling from the damaged ceiling, only somehow they hung motionless in the air, seemingly unaffected by the flow of time. 

By the time that several minutes must have passed, panic had fully engulfed the helpless fighter. Try as he might, he was unable to free himself from the unrelenting pressure of the demon’s mighty foot, nor was he able to call out to his companions for aid. And although time seemed to have completely stopped around him, the rancid stink invading his nostrils remained steadfast within his mind. Accustomed to solving problems with his steel, Filo found himself unrewarded by infinite time to think. Instead the unchanging constance of nothing but the wretched stink of hellish sweat to occupy his thoughts only increased the rate at which the undefended man descended into madness. How long did it take? A year? Ten? Or only a single moment? Inevitably Filo the Fighter was doomed to be no more. 

WISDOM: DC 12

→ 11 ←

FAILURE!

“BAELOR! Snap out of it!” Raevan screeched, pulling the drawstring of her bow taught, as a strand of magical light began to wrap around the nocked arrow. The terrified bard crouched at the end of the hanging platform behind the gigantic demon. His hands quivered around the neck of his lute, but he found his fingers unable to pluck the strings of his magical conduit; paralyzed by the image of Hileth’s terrifying physique burned into his vision. Raevan held her shot for a long moment, turning her focus to the side to find Baelor cowering at the far end of the platform. Though she was disappointed in her compatriot’s cowardice, she could not let it prevent her from playing her part in the plan. Turning her gaze back towards her target, the nimble orcish ranger loosed her magical arrow, loudly cursing as she watched it harmlessly bounce off of an unseen magical barrier that appeared to protect the unarmored portions of Hileth’s spine. 

“Damn!” Raevan cursed, falling into a deep crouch as the demoness’ massive serpentine tail raised up into the air in response to the unsuccessful attack. With a swiftness that few others could boast of, the light footed ranger cast a pair of enchanted throwing knives up towards the massive prehensile appendage. Unfortunately for her, Raevan fell for the feint turning her attention up towards the tail just before a massive burst of fetid gas came spewing out of Hileth’s rear. Overwhelmed by shock and confusion, the young ranger drew a single deep breath, filling her mouth, nose and lungs with the vile, abhorrent stench of an archdevil’s flatus. Unprepared for the nauseating stench of the fart, Raevan immediately collapsed to her knees, involuntarily coughing and hacking, breathing more and more of the horrendous gas. 

Baelor watched in horror as his orcish companion quickly succumbed to the invisible fog of death. Her fair green sink quickly began to turn a sickly yellow-gray color as her hair began to fall out and her muscles began to atrophy and decay. Before the frightened bard could muster up any magical spells to aid the ranger, he watched her slowly begin to rise once more, her limbs twitching and spasming oddly. Baelor wept quietly as he stared into the lifeless zombified face of his former friend and ally as she slowly crept in his direction. 

ATHLETICS: DC 25

→ 31 ←

SUCCESS!

“Wulburt, make yourself useful!” Brienne shouted, effortlessly leaping over the railing and landing on the first floor gracefully. 

“NO! FOOLISH GIRL!” Wulburt cursed, watching his plan fall apart as the strong willed adventurers alongside him began to act according to their finely tuned instincts. However as the sea elf barbarian entered a state of zealous frenzy, Wulburt knew there was no swaying her mind now. He quickly flicked an enlarge spell in her direction, causing the blue skinned elf to rise to an impressive twelve and a half feet tall. Following the casting of his spell, the runes inscribed on his leather bracer flared to life, floating into the air and twirling whimsically around his wrist. He cast the runes in Brienne’s direction as well, the magical properties of the bracer allowing him to forgo concentrating on the spell without removing its effects from the massive barbarian. 

Hileth watched with a ravenous excitement as the sizable aquatic sylvan rammed her body against the demon’s thick muscular leg. Hileth couldn’t help but be impressed as the barbarian let out a deep guttural roar, trying desperately to lift her leg and free the poor thing trapped beneath her bare foot. It took a serious application of strength, but the enraged elf managed to lift Hileth’s leg just a few inches off of Filo’s battered body. 

“FILO! MOVE YOUR ARSE!” Brienne screamed at the top of her lungs, however the miniscule human simply flailed erratically as his limbs were freed from restraint. With few other options to speak of, Brienne used her foot to scrape Filo out from beneath the massive demon. Once she had freed him, the barbarian released her grip and rolled backwards, turning her attention to her companion and checking to see if he was grievously injured. 

“Filo? Filo! Hey! You’re alright now, I’ve got you.” Brienne huffed, cradling Filo’s tiny face in her massive hand. However, there was something wrong with his eyes. Unaware that centuries of time had passed for the unfortunate man beneath the giantess’ toes, Filo’s mind was not the same as it was mere minutes ago. Letting out a shrill, horrified scream, Filo shoved away from his former companion and began dashing towards the door. 

PERCEPTION: DC 16

→ 2 ←

FAILURE!

Burdened by a fractured mind, the shattered remnant of Filo the fighter failed to detect the ominous presence just beyond the manor house door. Throwing open the oaken double doors, Filo looked back in terror, watching as Brienne tried to warn him. Having been ripped away from the material plane and transported into a dark secluded portion of the hells, the steps of the manor gave way to the empty void of space. As Filo stumbled off of solid ground, he looked down in terror to find yet another of Hileth’s magical apparitions clinging to the base of the building, holding her mouth agape beneath the doorway. One final terrified scream echoed out into the vast emptiness of the void as Filo tumbled into the mouth of the primordial avatar and was battered around by the creature’s powerful tongue. 

“Mmmmmmmmmmmhmmmm” A loud, discomforting moan rumbled up from within Hileth’s prime body as a wave of pleasure coursed through her. Having long ago grown far too powerful to be contained within her singular form, the Vile Queen of the Black Citadel had splintered off several shards of own essence and crafted them into living avatars of her will. Three of said avatars were now assaulting the lone building as it floated in her demiplane. The largest of the trio, the Aspect of Lust, embodied the demoness’ sexual desire, growing ever larger as hordes of powerless playthings throughout the eons failed to satisfy her needs. The immense creature reflected Hileth’s own nude body, though it now dwarfed the size of her prime form ten fold. Now, as she cradled the entire mansion in her colossal cleavage, Lust’s bosom threatened to crush the manorhouse and all of its inhabitants into dust if they didn’t wrap up this conflict soon. 

Inside the building, Brienne watched in horror as the Aspect of Hunger climbed higher so that she could see inside the front door of the building. Like Lust, the Aspect of Hunger resembled Hileth’s prime body at an increased scale. However, behind the eyes of the massive creature there was nothing. No thought, no soul, no emotion whatsoever. Nothing but a primal driving desire to consume. The heartbroken fey could only watch as Filo’s leg was quickly sucked inside of the avatar’s mouth as his body passed down her throat and out of sight. With her squirming snack doing nothing to satiate her, Hunger tried desperately to reach her arm into the manor house, trying to grab a hold of the enraged sea elf. Thankfully for the despondent adventurer, Hunger was far too large to fit inside of the building, but not nearly large enough to destroy the framework of the structure itself. 

“I’LL KILL YOU!” Brienne screamed, mindlessly charging forth towards the Aspect of Hunger to extract vengeance for her fallen comrade. As she marched directly towards the grasping hand of Hunger, Brienne was startled by a small cackling imp that raced into the building from under Hunger’s armpit. The tiny creature dashed past Brienne’s axe, slashing at her calf with a serrated razor before it bounded between her legs and into the building behind her. Brienne spun to watch the tiny creature disappear from sight, laughy madly as it vanished. This momentary distraction proved to be a fatal misstep for the enlarged sylvan as she felt Hunger wrap its massive hand around her leg. With a terrifying amount of force, the massive creature yanked on Brienne’s leg knocking her to the ground as it dragged her towards the door. 

“AH! DAMN! GET OFF ME!” Brienne shouted, swinging her axe recklessly down towards the monster’s arm, hoping to not cut off her own limb in the process. Unfortunately it seemed that this magical avatar shared Hileth’s own resistance to damage, as its iron grip remained unaffected as Brienne was pulled out of the manor and dangled precariously by her leg over the open, waiting maw of the giant creature. It seemed that old Wulburt was correct, that her need to dive headfirst into a fight was going to be her undoing. At least she would be reunited with Filo soon. And she’d make damn sure to try her best to choke the giant bitch on the way down. 

SPELL ATTACK: AC 19

→ 26 ←

HIT!

WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM

Four crackling beams of chaotic green energy raced down the hallway and emerged from the doorway, slamming directly into Hunger’s unexpecting face. Following the eldritch blast, another of Brienne’s compatriots, Winona, came gliding out of the manor house on wings of smoking brimstone. The sea elf barbarian kicked out of the avatar’s grasp, landing safely on the steps of the mansion with her axe in hand. Knocked back by the force of the repeated blasts, the Aspect of Hunger lost her grip on the cracked chunk of stone upon which the mansion was sitting, causing her to plummet into the dark void below. However, much to their chagrin, the large creature caught itself in flight and began racing up towards them once more. 

“Go. Return to the fight. I’ll deal with these two.” The warlock ordered. Winona clasped her hands in front of her chest, infernal magic wreathing around her arms as she began to weave a spell into being. Brienne watched as petite tiefling was set alight by her own spell, quickly becoming wrapped in a ball of hellfire as she polymorphed herself into an envoy of her patron’s magic, a pit fiend in the service of the demon lord Arunos. 

Brienne needed no further convincing, knowing full well that the new flying form her companion had taken on was much better suited for combat amongst the ceaseless void. To prove that point, the fiery red pit fiend promptly cast a massive fireball downward, just as Hunger ascended, trying to swallow her whole. The orb of magical hellfire erupted inside the avatar’s throat, sundering massive holes in the creature’s flesh and stunning it long enough for Winnona to bring her mighty hammer down on top of the creature’s head. As she sent Hunger spiraling back into the depths, the warlock turned her attention towards the even larger avatar that was clinging to the building. Hunger was a daunting opponent to be sure, but this? This was a whole other matter completely. The titanic being was large enough to comfortably fit the entire building between her massive tits and it did so with glee, using one arm to cradle her chest, squeezing the building on both sides while her other hand was busy toying with her massive crotch. 

Thinking quickly, Winona began to fly towards Lust’s massive head, readying another spell in her heavy claw as she prepared to cast it into the demon’s eyes. However, as soon as the searing ball of hellfire was thrown from her hand, Lust playfully pursed her lips, gently blowing in Winona’s direction. The powerful gale immediately extinguished the fireball and instantly knocked the pit fiend back several dozen feet into the clawing grapple of the freshly regenerated Hunger. This was going to be a challenging encounter. 

CONCENTRATION: DC 19

→ 21 ←

SUCCESS!

Back inside the manor house, the remainder of the party was desperately trying to deal with the new threats that continued to emerge as their plan fell apart. Following the powerful spell she had cast on poor Filo, both Wulburt and Serene turned their focus to silencing and blinding the demoness while they waited for one of the others to retrieve this sending sigil that would allow them to flee this place. From the top floor, Serene focused her concentration on a shroud of shadowy spiders that she conjured upon the demon’s open eyes. She had no doubt that a powerful devil of Hileth’s strength could easily dispel her magic were it not for Wulburt on the second floor who had coiled a binding chain of thorny iron that prevented the demoness from speaking aloud. 

“HEHEHEEE GIT FUCKED!” 

Wulburt heard the creature just before he felt a painful slash across his hamstring. Pain seared his nerves as the jagged blade tore into his muscles. However, for as little as he engaged in martial combat, Wulburt was far from a novice in the realm of pain. He retained his focus, keeping his magical chains strong while the miniature imp prepared a second attack. 

“I’LL CUT OFF YER DICK!” The Aspect of Rage screeched, twirling her twisted dagger in one hand as she lunged forward for another slash. 

Rrrooooaaaarrrrr

Rage’s eyes only caught a brief glimpse of the massive scaly tail swinging from the ceiling before she was battered clear across the building and through a wall. With a low growl, a large, crocodilian looking creature crawled down from the ceiling. Wulburt looked over his shoulder, his gaze meeting with the yellow, predatory eyes of the lindwurm as it waited silently behind him. 

“Dellor, many thanks.” Wulburt said softly, his brow furrowed as he tried to maintain his spell. In the blink of an eye the serpentine dragon morphed back into the form of the Firbolg druid, Dellor. The tall, muscular giant-kin stepped forward to the railing, silently inspecting their captive. It was clear that the mere flexing of her throat muscles was enough to strain Wulburt’s magical chains to their breaking point. Surely a lesser spellcaster would’ve already failed by now. “Damn. I’m not certain how much longer I can keep her quiet.” Wulburt muttered. Without a word, Dellor raised their hand into the air, fingers dancing with a pale blue magic that showered the air above them in blue sparks. 

The druid’s body began to take on a hardened, wooden appearance as their skin was covered in a magical bark. Once fully transformed into an elemental spirit of the forest, Dellor raised their hands high into the sky, long tendrils of oaken roots expanding from their fingertips and reaching towards Hileth’s face. Wulburt and Serene watched in awe as Dellor’s roots began to wrap around Hileth’s head before they began to worm their way down her throat. They could all see the pain evident on the archfiend’s face as the roots began to grow thorny spikes, piercing her throat from within. For the first time in this encounter, it seemed possible that they might finally find victory in their endeavor. 

“Brienne! The anklet! You must retrieve the sigil!” Wulburt screamed, seeing the sea elf duck her massive frame back into the atrium. Wholly refocused, the massive barbarian obliged, dashing forward and kneeling down by Hileth’s right foot. Immediately she saw the jewelry that the demon had referenced. A small golden chain hung delicately around her ankle, decorated with several strange baubles. She studied the chain for several seconds, but nothing stood out to her as a “sending sigil,” whatever the hell that even was. 

“Fuck it.” She thought to herself, that was a problem for Wulburt. Brienne reached out and grasped the anklet in her hand, giving it one strong yank and breaking the chain clean off. “Aha! I’ve got it!” Brienne shouted, preparing to toss the anklet up to her wizard companion. However, in the split second that the anklet was removed, a magical failsafe was triggered, temporarily shifting Hileth to an entirely different plane of existence. 

MELEE ATTACK: AC 19

→ 37 ←

SUCCESS!

For a split second, Hileth’s corporeal form vanished onto the ethereal plane. Serene’s arcane shackles had been designed with this possibility in mind. Forged from githyanki silver, the shackles were capable of following their captive onto a different plane. However, in the exact moment that the sigil was broken, Hileth’s arm cannoned forward, smashing into Serene’s body and painfully pinning her to the ceiling of the atrium. 

“SERENE! NO!” Pemgrave called out from the bottom floor. A flood of dark crimson blood poured from the drow sorceress’ mouth as countless bones were broken and internal organs were damaged. In the face of overwhelming pain, the magical shroud of spiders disappeared from Hileth’s eyes as she stared up at Serene with glee. The demoness only had one arm free of these damned shackles, but that was all that she needed. Hileth’s fingers coiled around the sorceress’ body as she slumped over unconscious from the pain. A bright purple light engulfed the drow’s body and as it subsided moments later, she was completely gone. 

“NOOOO! BRING HER BACK, DEVIL!”

Serene could hear the muffled voice of that pompous paladin of Pelor as she slowly returned to consciousness. She was surprised to be alive at all after an attack like that. It was her own fault after all, she should’ve been more prepared for an attack in case her shackles failed. But worrying about the past wasn’t going to do anything for her now. Rising to her feet, Serene looked in all directions, confused by her surroundings. She was alone here, a thick, oppressive darkness stretching out in all directions. The only other thing occupying this liminal space with her was a strange glowing portal, acting as a window back into the demiplane where her friends still continued to fight. Suddenly the portal began to move, as if it were being aimed around the mansion. Serene felt a pit form in the depths of her stomach as the portal took aim at Pemgrave. Agonizing pain gripped the drow’s body as she felt her arcane magic being forcefully extracted from her body. 

The human paladin raised his shield as the circle of magical drow runes began to glow on Hileth’s palm. A torrent of horrendous necrotic magic cascaded from Hileth’s palm, feasting on the stolen magic of the trapped drow. Pemgrave was knocked backwards, surviving the blast thanks to his enchanted armor. Hileth then moved her clawed hand up to her throat, grasping at the magical iron chairs wrapping around her throat. With a simple squeeze, Wulburt’s spell was shattered, although the thorned roots of the druid still pierced her throat from within. 

BUUUUURRRRRRPPPPPP

A loud, resounding belch erupted deep from within the archfiend’s body, causing a fog of caustic gas to waft up out of her throat. Wulburt could hear a pained groan from Dellor as the druid seemed to be struggling to keep their hold on the demon. However, the truth was infinitely more dire for the shapeshifting firbolg, as Hileth’s rancid belch was corrupting Dellor’s wooden limbs and petrifying them before they could be withdrawn from her mouth. The corruption spread quickly, racing up the druid’s arms and quickly engulfing their body in a hard stony shell. Dellor let out one final pained sigh as they succumbed to the petrification before Hileth snapped her laws shut, shattering the petrified roots and freeing her the last of the restraints around her head. 

“Ahhhhh, that’s so much better.” The demoness said blissfully as she cracked her neck and flexed her free arm. “You know, you actually had me impressed there for a moment. You might’ve been able to hold me if you hadn’t broken my ether charm. Thanks for that.” Hileth said down to Brienne who was busy trying to help Pemgrave back to his feet. High up on the third floor, Charon the dwarf cried out, maintaining his concentration on the zone of truth. 

“No, no you were caught by my spell! You cannot deceive us demon!” He cried, causing Hileth to look over at him with a wry smile. The red skinned giantess chuckled and stuck out her tongue. Charon could now see, tattooed in golden ink a sigil of infernal runes on her massive, slimy tongue. 

“No mortal could ever hope to control MY tongue.” Hileth said playfully before she pursed her lips and hocked a massive loogie in the dwarven cleric’s direction.

PERCEPTION: DC 22

→ 18 ←

FAILURE!

Terrified by the confusion that had fallen over the battlefield, Charon cast a shield spell around himself as Hileth’s spit attack surged towards him. However, he had failed to notice the giantess’ massive free hand spearing out in his direction also. Moments before the large glob of saliva impacted him, Hileth’s clawed hand conjured a small portal, redirecting both attacks. 

On the hanging platform behind the giant demoness, Baelor could not shake off the paralyzing fear that gripped tightly to his heart as the desiccated husk of his former friend slowly shambled towards him. Much to his surprise the zombified orc was halted as the blade of a dagger emerged from behind her eyeball. Kicking his foot against the back of the zombie’s knee, the party rogue peered over its shoulder, staring at Baelor. 

“On your feet Baelor. We’ve not died yet.” Rodhan said, his gruff voice a stark contrast to his slender wood elf frame. For the first time since the encounter began, Baelor could feel the darkness in his heart beginning to recede. Rising to his feet, Baelor nodded succinctly to the stealthy rogue as he removed his dagger from the back of Raevan’s head. The bard extended an arm to thank the elf for helping him emerge from his state of paralyzing terror, but as Rodhan reached out to take his hand, Baelor caught sight of a glowing portal being torn open behind the rogue’s back. With no time to react, Rodhan was struck in the back by the giantess' massive crimson hand. 

Baelor attempted to step forward to help free his ally from the demon queen’s grip as her monstrous finger’s coiled around both Rodhan and the zombified corpse of Raevan. However, with his attention distracted by the gargantuan claw, the young bard was caught completely off guard as a wad of Hileth’s infernal spit crashed into his body, knocking him flat onto his back. As Rohdan was dragged back through the portal and brought before the giantess’ smiling face. Hileth studied her quarry for a moment, smirking arrogantly as she watched her fart zombie still trying to bite the puny wood elf as she held them firmly in her grasp. 

“Now, now you two. No fighting. You need to get along.” The giantess said, reaching around her back and cupping her hand against her massive rump. From within her formless prison, Serene watched helplessly as Rodhan was restrained in the giantess's grasp. She slammed her fists against the magical portal in Hileth’s palm, unable to communicate or lend her magic to aid her comrade. There was a moment of agonizing anticipation that preceded a loud gurgle from deep within Hileth’s massive body. 

Pppppfffffftttttttttttttt

The expulsion of gas lasted only six seconds, though for those who were affected by it, it felt as though an eternity were passing them by. Trapped within the magical prison inside of the demon’s hand, Serene was spared the transfiguring effects of the toxic miasma, however the rancid sulphuric stench was able to flood her nebulous prison. Tears began to well up in her eyes, both from the stomach churning, mind altering stink of a hellion’s bowels, but also because she had to watch Rodhan suffer an even worse fate as the giantess’ sickening expulsion poisoned his body, draining him of his spirit and quickly reducing him into the same sort zombified husk that Raevan now was. 

The rest of the party watched on in disgusted horror as the ruler of this demiplane farted on another of their companions. Hileth lifted her hand back into the air and once again her fist filled with a bright purple light as she siphoned off the last remnants of Serene’s magic. With no more need of the drow’s magic, Hileth closed off the runic portal in her palm, closing the window and sealing Serene in her dark prison with nothing but the rancid stink of hellish gas to occupy her mind. Opening her fist, the thirty foot tall demoness dropped her newest creation onto the lower floor of the building to contend with the party’s melee forces who were now busy trying to hack away at her legs with their pitiful weapons. 

Down on the first floor, the three surviving martials all took several steps back as they were faced with the horrendous monstrosity. Slowly steadying itself on five misshapen limbs, a two headed construct of zombified flesh roared an agonized scream, staring blankly at them with the hollow faces of allies whom they could only hope were long dead. 

“Gods be damned, what sort of monstrosity is this?” Pemgrave said, horrified by the desperate screams of his allies' dead bodies. 

“Their spirits have departed this world. We must put their bodies to rest as well. It is our obligation.” Myshallah, the tabaxi monk clenched her fists and dashed forward, gliding gracefully through the air as she landed a pair of simultaneous stunning strikes on the zombie’s two heads, paralyzing the monster and allowing Brienne and Pemgrave to move in and swing upon it. 

CONSTITUTION: DC 25

→ 1 ←

CRITICAL FAILURE!

As the fight dragged on against the flesh construct on the ground floor, higher up on the hanging platform, poor Baelor was dealing with a whole new problem. With all of his allies distracted with pitfalls of their own, there was no one left to aid the bard as his situation rapidly became dire. Surprised by the spit attack, Baelor made the mistake of screaming as the viscous liquid knocked him to the ground. This allowed the sour, rotten tasting saliva to flood his mouth and drip down his throat. The effects of the poison were immediate and excruciating, causing the bard to scream into the bubbling pool of saliva as it began to flood around his head. Baelor’s body was beginning to shrink, leaving him helplessly stranded in an ever increasing sea of toxic saliva. He had no clue how small he had gotten, but as the scale of the room around him continued to increase, he became less and less worried about a conscious attack from the demon and more worried about becoming a stain on the underside of one of his companion’s boots. 

This concern was quickly alleviated, however, as the gargantuan tail of the archfiend dipped down to the puddle of saliva on the platform. The pointed tip of the tail moved eerily as it seemed to seek out the shrunken bard without Hileth so much as looking over her shoulder. Baelor attempted to swim through the viscous muck, however his progress was altogether insignificant, allowing Hileth’s tail to gently scoop him up, leaving him stuck to the very tip of her tail. The giantess grinned wickedly. Everyone else here was dealing with her other attacks; none could afford to pay any attention to what was going on behind her. This one was just for her own benefit. 

Baelor began to screech in terror as he became aware of Hileth’s plan to kill him. He tried his best to pull his arms free from the sticky surface of the giantess’ tail, however her saliva held him firmly in place as he was transported up towards the hellspawn’s gargantuan ass cheeks. 

“NO! NONONO! PLEASE! ANYONE! HELP ME!!!” Baelor screamed as his tiny body was pushed between her cheeks. However, not one, not even Hileth, could hear his screams as he was carried right before the giantess’ immense asshole. The rotten stench of sulfur and brimstone burned his nostrils as the remnants of her last gassy emission lingered in his dark cavern. His entire body trembled before this eldritch horror as he realized that he was about to be sacrificed to a demon’s asshole. Hileth smiled a wicked smile as she pressed her tail firmly against her dirty pucker, letting out a gentle purr of excitement. 

Outside the mansion, Winona found the Aspect of Lust suddenly growing even stronger, unaware that Hileth’s prime body was inside the mansion anally pleasuring herself with Baelor’s helpless body. The tiny bard was battered, bruised and very near death, having been circled around her greasy, sweat covered anus several times before the giantess finally decided to put an end to this endeavor. With one final thrust, Hileth penetrated her own asshole with her tail, gently sliding it around inside until she had deposited Baelor’s broken but still conscious body inside of her colon. And right there he would sit, praying for death as he slowly choked on the thick, rancid atmosphere inside this infernal cave. 

DIVINE INTERVENTION: DC <20%

→ 14 ←

SUCCESS!

A bright light began to flood the interior of the mansion, straining the eyes of everyone inside, but none more so than Hileth herself. The demon giantess attempted to turn her face towards the source of the light, however where once stood a stout dwarven cleric, now stood the embodiment of the God of the Sun, in all of his radiant glory. 

HARK, SERVANT OF DARKNESS. YOUR HOUR OF RECKONING IS AT HAND

The booming voice of Pelor, God of the Sun, echoed in the mind of every being in this plane. The demoness struggled to behold the deity’s brilliant radiance, his holy light searing her eyes painfully and forcing her to put up her hand in an effort to block out the radiant aura. The giant demon began to channel a barrier of dark magic, trying to block out the blinding light of Pelor’s avatar, however, as she focused her efforts on defending herself, the remaining adventurers realized their moment to turn the tide was now. Each of them quickly found their rhythm, synchronizing attacks on Hileth’s body as she was distracted by an opponent who posed a legitimate threat to her. Wulburt began to unleash one high leveled spell after another, probing the giantess for any weaknesses in her magical bulwark, while down below Myshallah the astral monk kept the flesh construct incapacitated while Brienne and Pemgrave unleashed all of their might against the giantess’ legs. 

Slash after slash, smite after smite, the pair of martial fighters finally managed to land a solid blow against Hileth’s leg as Brienne lodged her axe deep in the muscular flesh of her calf. A pained grunt escaped from the demon’s lips as she finally felt the sting of damage. A deep, burning hatred began to well up within her as these arrogant mortals far overstepped their bounds, daring to actually lay their filthy hands on her perfect flesh. This momentary lapse of emotional control proved to be vitally important for Wulburt who was busy preparing another spell on the second floor when he noticed a sudden shift in the shadows. 

DEXTERITY: DC 18

→ 19 ←

SUCCESS!

Surprisingly spry for a man of eighty three, Wulburt just barely managed to duck beneath the wicked curved greatsword as it swung over his head. The heavy blade dug into the wall with a sickening thud. A soft curse passed from Wulburt’s lips as he found himself now standing face to face with a much bigger, stronger looking Aspect of Rage. Empowered by Hileth’s frustration and anger, the formerly impish avatar of demonic fury now stood at roughly eight feet tall, still resembling Hileth in appearance, though this one had a multitude of deep scars decorating her muscular body. Not one for a swordfight, Wulburt attempted to ready a rapid spell as he began to retreat, but the large opponent before him had no intentions of letting him gain the distance he would need to stand a chance in this encounter. 

“Ah! A hand please!” Wulburt shouted as he was forcibly retreated around the second floor of the circular atrium. The wizard’s pleas combined with the sound of Rage’s sword clattering off of the stonework grabbed hold of Pengrave’s attention. He and Brienne shared a knowing glance with one another before Pemgrave vanished in a misty smoke, only to appear up on the second floor directly between Wulburt and the devil’s avatar. The two stalwart combatants clashed swords with one another, allowing the wizard a moment to regroup and assess the situation. 

ARCANA: DC 15

→ 29 ←

SUCCESS!

Hileth gritted her teeth as she struggled to maintain her dark barrier from the onslaught of radiant light. She was actually beginning to lose her footing in this encounter and while mortals were nothing to concern herself with, the unexpected presence of Pelor’s avatar posed the potential to create unique opportunities for the pathetic wretches to gain the upper hand against her. 

Sniff sniff

Suddenly the dark lady of subjugation caught a whiff of something in the air. A pungent, sulfurous stink that she recognized from her long reign over the Black Citadel. Her piercing yellow eyes caught a glimpse of the pit fiend flying around outside of the mansion through one of the third story windows, deftly rotating attacks between the two larger Aspects outside. The giantess’ dark lips curled up into a sinister smile as her eyes went cloudy black. 

MELEE ATTACK: AC 20

→ 22 ←

SUCCESS!

THWACK

Winona leveled her war hammer against the Aspect of Hunger’s chest, sending the ravenous creature soaring through space again. She was beginning to grow tired from fighting on two fronts, though she was making very little headway against either opponent. It was easy enough to repel the small of the two demons, as its attacks were sloppy and ravenous; however, no matter how many times she knocked the ravenous beast away, it always came screaming back again. On the other hand, try as she might, but Winona found herself completely unable to even approach the immense horny titan of Lust. Everytime she began to fly that way, the tremendous brute would simply swat her away without any extraordinary effort, allowing Hunger to regain her position and start the whole cycle over again. 

“Damn…” Winona muttered quietly. It was quickly becoming clear that if she intended to actually dispatch these creatures, then she was going to need to pull out all of the stops. Closing her eyes, the pit fiend charged her hammer with infernal flames, swinging it overhead in a wide arc as she prepared to launch it towards the Aspect of Lust. In doing so, the warlock intentionally left her flank unguarded, allowing the ravenous Hunger to spring forward and wrap both hands tightly around Winona's body. In a matter of seconds the red skinned giantess was rapidly stuffing her quarry into her mouth, painfully stretching the limits of her mouth and throat in order to swallow the bulky pit fiend in a single bite. Winona allowed herself to pass partially down Hunger’s throat before she released her polymorph spell, erupting into a sixth level fireball spell before returning to her humanoid form. The tiefling gracefully floated forward through a shower of floating bone fragments and bloody viscera as the shattered avatar of Hileth’s insatiable hunger plummeted into the void below. Winona gave her only a brief glance before scoffing and turning her attention back to Lust who was still clinging to the floating mansion. She didn’t doubt that Hunger would recover from the explosion eventually, but that just meant that she would need to be quick about dealing with the much larger, hornier giantess. 

With a flick of her wrist, the tiefling warlock conjured a wondrous blade of gleaming purple force energy. The Blade of Disaster, the single most powerful spell granted to her by her unholy patron, was the greatest weapon in her arsenal. If there was anything she could do to destroy this creature, this would be it. Driven by pure determination, Winona dashed forward, carried upon the wind by fiery magical wings as she prepared to separate Lust’s head from her admittedly wondrous body. 

Suddenly, just as she prepared to bisect Lust’s massive arm in the midst of her retaliatory strike, the world around Winona came to an abrupt stop. Unable to move a single muscle, yet still cognisant of everything around her, Winona panicked. Was this Hileth’s doing? If so, then why did the Aspect of Lust appear to be affected as well? 

“Hello Winona… it’s been a long time. So good to see you…”

The warlock’s blood ran cold in her veins as she heard the saccharine voice of Sul Khatesh whispering within her mind. Winona found herself unable to respond, even mentally as her patron’s chilling voice caressed her soul. 

“I come bearing dour news my sweet… it would appear that our time has finally come to an end…”

Winona could feel her heart racing, despite the complete and total paralysis that gripped her and everything around her. What was she talking about? And now of all times? Was this some sort of ploy to renegotiate the terms of her contract? Winona could not afford to lose the backing of her dark lady, not here, not now. 

“Your contract has been purchased by another… I think you’ll find her power to be quite… remarkable…”

As Winona felt her patron’s presence flee from her mind, time resumed without warning. Only now, flustered and confused, Winona felt the powerful conjured blade disappear from between her fingers. Without her spell to defend herself the warlock caught Lust’s tremendous punch head on, barely having the time to lift her arms in front of her head and chest in a desperate attempt to protect herself. Her whole body was caught within the radius of the giantess’ mighty knuckles and Winona descended like a meteor into the dark abyss below, her arms feeling as though they had been completely and utterly shattered by the force of the attack. It was nearly twelve seconds later before the battered warlock was finally able to draw breath, having just had the wind knocked out of her so effectively. Rising up out of the darkness, the Aspect of Hunger greedily snapped her jaws shut, just barely missing Winona by a hair. The terrified tiefling tried to brace herself from falling into the demoness’ mouth as they raced back up into the sky, however with nothing but her legs and shoulders to prevent her from slipping between Hileth’s massive lips, hope was waning quickly. 

“GODS NO!” Winona screeched as she momentarily turned her gaze upwards. In her attempt to swallow the feisty morsel, Hunger flew forward recklessly, inadvertently piloting her face directly up into Lust’s gargantuan crotch. Winona’s helpless body, while fortunate to not be crushed into a puddle of blood, was unfortunately catapulted forward into the dripping floods of Lust’s hungry sex. The giga-sized giantess let out a bellowing scream of pleasure as she felt the tiny life form plunge into her moist cunt. However, Hunger was not about to give up on her prey so easily. 

Winona watched, terrified as she caught partial glimpses of the mindless face of Hunger desperately trying to retrieve her from the tight, hot confines of Lust’s immense sex. The options before her were dire indeed. Either she allow herself to be captured by the searching tongue of Hunger and be dragged into the beast’s belly to await her final moments, or she risk crawling deeper into Lust’s stifling cunt without any guarantee that she would manage to free herself before being crushed to death. However, before she could ponder the various possibilities before her, she felt something pin her leg firmly against the fleshy walls of Lust’s pussy. 

“No, nononono!!!” Winona screamed as Hunger finally managed to catch her flailing leg with her tongue, as she slowly began to drag her back out into the open. Lust paid little mind to losing her new little plaything, greatly preferring the unintentional cunnilingus of Hunger’s retrieval attempts. After another couple of minutes of careful, methodical fishing, Hunger finally managed to free enough of Winona’s leg to wrap her lips around the tiny tiefling. With one final *SCHLUCK* Winona was pulled fully into the dark, humid cave of Hunger’s maw. Unable to move her arms at all, the terrified woman was completely helpless as the demon’s massive tongue quickly forced her towards the back of her throat. 

Lust pouted as she felt the hungry licking come to a stop as the pathetic mortal was slurped out of her pussy. It had been literal eons since Lust had felt this pent up and ready to burst and the primal embodiment of sexual desire was not about to let her fun come to such a disappointing end. Releasing her thighs from around Hunger’s head, Lust ascended higher into the void until her cunt was perfectly level with the top of the manor’s belfry. Content with having caught her snack, Hunger watched contentedly as Lust began to grind her hips against the castle, roughly teasing her flushed lips with the large extruding tower. Not blessed with Hileth’s desire to toy with her prey, Hunger unceremoniously swallowed, pulling Winona down towards the stinking pit of her infernal stomach. 

STRENGTH: DC 18 (Disadvantage)

→ 7 ← → 2 ← 

FAILURE!

GULP

Back inside the building, Hileth Prime’s eyes returned to their typical black hue after she finished with her transaction. This arrogant little party of theirs had now cost her a bevy of souls and she intended to extract every black cent from their pitiful husks by the time that she was through with them. With her focus now returned to the battle at hand, Hileth refocused on her protective barrier which was slowly deteriorating under the intense assault of Pelor’s holy light. 

“SUCCUMB, DAUGHTER OF DARKNESS. YOUR VILE GAMES HAVE COME TO AN END. I WILL SEE YOU PUNISHED!” Pelor’s mighty voice boomed throughout the realm, authority surging with every word. 

“Mmmmmmm, punish me daddy.” Hileth said in a sultry voice with a playful giggle. This unexpected response seemed to catch every single inhabitant of the mansion off guard, Pelor included as his intense burning white aura faded into a more gentle glow. 

“UHHHHH, EXCUSE ME?” The God of the Sun asked, uncharacteristically befuddled by the horny, playful attitude of the demoness. From outside of the mansion a powerful, earsplitting moan roared out in all directions as Lust forced herself down on top of the protruding belltower. The paltry stonework of human origin was no match for the Avatar of Lust’s hefty weight and eager thrusting, causing the entire north western corner of the building to shatter beneath her. Hileth Prime watched with sadistic pleasure as she watched an Avatar of the literal GOD OF THE FUCKING SUN, disappear beneath her own fucking pussy. 

Feeling incredibly turned on by this display, Hileth’s sexual fulfillment flooded the Aspect of Lust with an immense amount of power. The Mistress of Subjugation watched as her Avatar’s massive finger descended from on high, landing firmly on Pelor’s glowing head as it stuck out from between her massive folds, before pushing him deep inside of her cunt. Watching an actual god disappear inside of her own pussy was too much for the demoness to handle. Overwhelmed with intense pleasure, Lust released one final roar of ecstasy before she exploded into an inferno of hellfire and scattering her essence to the furthest corners of Hileth’s demiplane. 

Hileth Prime smiled a satisfied smile as she was wretched with infernal bliss. It had been some time since she had cum that hard. Unbeknownst to the demonic Lord of Subjugation, her orgasmic interaction with Pelor’s avatar had actually severed the divine connection between the god and every one of his clerics and paladins back on the material plane. A monumental achievement for the fiend. Looking around her, Hileth found a massive crater in the side of the mansion and a smattering of hellfire scattered about the place. The Aspect of Lust was gone but would return soon enough, albeit a bit smaller than before, but Hileth no longer had any need for any of her Avatars. She would deal with the stragglers on her own. Reaching down to scoop up a handful of hellfire, Hileth began to rub the impossibly hot substance on her other arm’s shackle, quickly melting away the magical metal. By this point, the remaining adventurers were just now returning to their feet, having been knocked back by the powerful explosion. Much to their horror, Hileth was completely free of her bindings and the arrogant smirk on her face told them that she was looking forward to their clash. 

“Now everyone, we must act carefully and intelligent-” Wulburt began to guide his remaining comrades in a soft, pained voice as he struggled to climb back to his feet. However, before he could get the words out, Brienne lunged forward with an enraged scream of rage that completely drowned out anything else that he was going to say. 

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Hileth grinned as she watched the puny sea elf barbarian charging forward towards her. She loved how much spunk this little creature had inside of her. No thoughts, no cunning, just pure, unfettered spirit. It was something rare to found in mortal kind and it was something that she appreciated dearly. 

“Perhaps I could find use for this one.” Hileth thought to herself as Brienne charged forth. The muscular teal skinned barbarian swung her axe with as much power as she could muster, hoping to just land one solid blow against this gigantic bitch before meeting her demise. However, freed from her shackles, Hileth’s speed was otherworldly. The demoness sidestepped the attack with ease and pulled Brienne off balance, rolling her onto her back while simultaneously dropping to her knees to pin the barbarian to the floor between her powerful legs. 

“What the fu-” Brienne was quickly silenced as Hileth wordlessly reached down and tapped on her armor’s codpiece, causing it to vanish. As the gold plated demonic skull disappeared from Hileth’s crotch, her cunt, still slick with the remnants of her recent orgasm, dripped down on top of Brienne’s mouth. The barbarian began to thrash about wildly, confused and enraged by this strange assault. However, the damage was already done. Hileth sprung up into the air before Myshallah or Pemgrave could land an attack on her exposed back. The other two martials quickly helped Brienne to her feet, verifying that she was still able to fight before they turned to face the demoness once more. 

Pemgrave charged forward, greatsword clasped firmly in hand, with Myshalla following closely behind. However, before he could reach Hileth he was tripped up by a sweeping kick coming from the tabaxi monk beside him. As the confused paladin was falling to the ground, he watched as Brienne’s axe traveled overhead, in a trajectory that would’ve severed his head from his body had it not been for the swift intervention of the monk. Both Pemgrave and Myshallah started back at Brienne, confused by her unexpected attack on her own allies. In an instant it became clear. Her eyes now a milky white color and her lips curled into a disgusted sneer, it seemed as though Brienne’s mind was now lost to Hileth’s control. 

“Wulburt, Brienne’s mind is not her own. We need you to break the curse.” Pemgrave declared, not taking his eyes off of his former ally. However, the paladin’s request was answered with nothing but silence. Flicking his gaze up towards the second story, he could no longer see any trace of the wizard. He could only hope that whatever he was working up now was something big enough to break them all out of this hellhole.

“We must focus our attention on Brienne. Our host seems content to simply watch us struggle.” Myshallah suggested, watching carefully as Brienne slowly stalked towards them. No sooner did the words come out of her mouth did the feminine tabaxi find herself being snatched up by the throat in one of Hileth’s powerful hands. 

“MYSHALLAH!” Pemgrave shouted as he attempted to raise his sword to strike at the demon’s arm. However, before he could launch the attack, Brienne slammed into him with her full weight, knocking him to the ground as she forcefully pinned his arms and legs. The pair struggled for control as Hileth effortlessly dangled the monk a few inches off of the ground. The demoness pursed her lips, allowing a blob of saliva to collect between them as she forced open the tabaxi’s jaws. A long, stead stream of thick, viscous drool cascaded down onto Myshallah’s face, some rolling into her helpless mouth while plenty dripped down towards the floor. 

As he struggled against Brienne’s immense strength, Pemgrave could only watch in horror as his seemingly final ally began to slowly shrink in Hileth’s grasp, seemingly affected by the mysterious saliva that was dripping down and pooling around his head. In a moment of panic and confusion, Pemgrave lost his grip on Brienne’s right wrist, allowing the sea aladrin to take control of his own arm, moving his hand slightly closer to Hileth’s boot and allowing the demoness to stomp firmly on his hand. The exhausted human let out a pained cry as he felt the bones in his hand getting crushed. And with her own arm now free, Brienne quickly used it to press Pemgrave’s open mouth down towards the floor. He grunted, thrashed and begged his friend to break free as he attempted to stop the shape altering saliva from flowing into his mouth. 

However, it appeared that their frequent jests about who would win in a fight proved to be true as Brienne held Pemgrave in place, blankly watching as he slowly began to dwindle beneath her. 

ARCANA: DC 20 

→ 34 ←

SUCCESS!

Brienne slowly rose to her feet, holding a now tiny Pemgrave between two fingers as she stood before her Lady of Dark Desires. Wordlessly she held out her other hand as Hileth reached down to hand her the equally tiny tabaxi monk. 

“Hold on to those.” The devil commanded. The now gigantic sea elf looked down at her former allies with no hint of remorse or care whatsoever. Brienne coiled her fists around her two stowaways and walked over to a small unbroken bench at the side of the room. She took a seat, paying no mind to Hileth who was now walking over to the second floor balcony, standing on her tiptoes to hoist her massive torso up onto the ledge as she searched the floor for something. Pemgrave caught glimpses of the world outside of Brienne’s hand as she raised one foot up onto her knee and began unfastening the leather straps of her armored boot. 

“Brienne…” He said weakly as he realized what was happening. “Brienne, please…” However the giantess barbarian remained unmoved as she freed her massive, sweaty foot from the confines of her boot. To his dismay, Pemgrave was forced face first into the underside of the giantess’ clammy, sweaty toes. The massive woman mindlessly dragged his faces back and forth beneath her toes. Unbeknownst to either of them, the nature of Hileth’s Total Subjugation Curse caused the afflicted to take similar pleasures from the torment of those deemed to be inferior. And unknown to Hileth was a quirk of sea elf anatomy that caused their sweat to create an absurdly horrific odor if their skin was not treated to the rejuvenating effects of cool water. This meant that as Brienne wrapped her toes around Pemgrave’s helpless body and crammed him back inside of her stuffy boot before repeating the process with Myshallah, her body was flooded with a sense of intense pleasure that only served to deepen her connection to her new mistress. 

“Ahhhhh, there you are.” Hileth said with glee as she plucked a small emerald gemstone from the ground. Wiggling her way out of the second floor, Hileth returned to the atrium where Brienne was patiently waiting for her next orders. The demoness smiled widely at her extended a hand. “Come, we’ve no need for this rathole anymore.” She ordered. The sylvan barbarian took her mistress’ hand and was instantly warped away in a surge of flames. The pair appeared in a massive gilded throne room. Looking around, Brienne noted the various magical artifacts decorating the walls around her and scores of demonic attendants kneeling with their faces pressed to the floor. Hileth strode forward confidently as she returned to her throne, delicately toying with the small gemstone. Brienne followed shortly behind, taking a seat on the upturned hands of a pair of imps who were called forward to kneel beside Hileth’s throne. The miniscule demons could be felt struggling beneath the muscular elf’s glutes as she rested her full weight upon them. She knew as well as Hileth did, they were nothing to her. Furniture to be used as needed, not to be paid another thought. 

“Now, what have we here dear Wulburt?” Hileth asked, holding the emerald up to the light. With her magical sight, the demoness could make out the tiny form of the wizard trapped inside, a self-inflicted condition from the Imprisonment spell. Doubtless the old man knew his plight to be hopeless and so he trapped himself within a gemstone, hoping to buy him some time to negotiate for his freedom from a place of relatively even leverage. Suddenly a small astral projection of Wulburt appeared atop the gem and took a deep bow. 

“Hileth the Subjugator, most vile Queen of Desire…. I would like to bargain…”