Chapter 2 - The Followers

Xisieth was free, boundless to any summoner and intended to make the most of this freedom! To claim whatever power she could and have her fun along the way. She would inevitably end up back in Pandemonium, no demon could stay forever in another reality outside of it. But she could sustain herself for many, many centuries if she was smart enough. And there was power in this galaxy, she had sensed it upon her summoning. Though now her senses were….muddled. She was now formed properly in this cosmos and in some ways this was limiting. She was bound, in a sense, to her new form. And while this binding rooted her in this reality, she no longer felt the same as she had in Pandemonium. This was a sensation her kind often experienced once being summoned, though now thankfully she had no summoner to command her. Her ‘darling’ was now a part of her…


She ventured from the dark ghetto and out onto the streets and immediately felt many luring eyes upon her. She strode out into the street bare naked for all to see. She clearly didn’t mind the lustful glances others gave her, she took great pleasure in seizing the attention of others. But she got the sense that walking around in the nude might cause problems in some way down the line. So as soon as she was able, she found a small collection of hovels inhabited by lowly and poor aliens, beings clearly different from the man who had summoned her. She stole some robes that seemed to fit her…albeit poorly. It was slightly better than being completely naked. 


Then…she explored. Taking in the sights, sounds, smells of all that she could find. The upper levels were far less dirty than the ghetto she had been summoned to. Alien creatures and humans like her summoner walked through the streets on their way to work, and in the skies she saw ships flying through the air in long, fast lines of aerial traffic. This reality was going to be a delight, Xisieth was certain. Perhaps she’d even summon one of her lesser sisters…have her possess a host. But those were plans for another day. 


She paused however when she heard chanting in the distance. She recognized the timbre of a sacred song from anywhere, and her grin slowly deepened. Religious zeal was something she could take advantage of…


As she followed the singing she found what appeared to be an obelisk erected in the street. It was glowing with a golden hue from the letters carved into it, but she sensed no magic from it. This was a simple machine, but still an idol of worship. The four-cross obelisk was surrounded by three fair maidens preaching to any who would listen. “Come and heed the prayers of the Golden Radiance! With its light you can cast off the toil and struggles that plague you. The Golden Radiance will guide you to prosperity, to purity…”


“Purity you say?” Xisieth asked as she approached the fair priestess. Much to her relief the priestess and her maidenly sisters didn’t seem frightened of her at first glance. This meant they had no knowledge of demons….good, very good. They smiled at her as if she was another wandering soul looking for salvation. 


“Indeed my friend. Purity of heart and body.” The head priestess said with a smile, motioning to herself. “I am Ashora, a priestess of the Golden Radiance sent to spread the holy word. You are not a race I am familiar with…what may I call you?”


The demoness smiled. “Xisieth.” She said, extending a hand for a simple handshake. Fair Ashora took hold of the demoness’ hand and shivered for a moment, feeling a strange sensation.


“Xisieth…” Ashora repeated the name, and the strange feeling of cold suddenly became a warmth washing over her. She smiled then at the demoness. “Welcome, lady Xisieth. I would be honored to show you the way of the Golden Radiance…” She motioned to a makeshift temple they’d made out of a small shop. It was…quaint, to say the least. “We happily share the holy word with those who wish to find purity.”


“Yes…yes, I would like to hear of this holy word you speak of. This…Radiance.” Xisieth replied with a deepening smile. With the utterance of her name her magic began to weave its way into the priestess. She could now sense the woman’s desires, deep, hidden desires she dared not tell anyone, least of all her fellow believers. How she longed to feel the touch of another woman against her skin, the taste of a woman’s tongue in her mouth….oh such tantalizing thoughts hidden away in the priestess’s mind. 


Xisieth joined their little coven and began to work alongside the trio of priestesses. Day in and day out for almost a month she worked with them. All the while plying her magics upon them when they slept. She gave them such wonderful, erotic dreams at night. In each dream the maidens found themselves before a obsidian obelisk covered in dark, crimson symbols. A dark imitation of their own prayer icon. And in each dream Xisieth or another maiden approached them, naked and lustful. The priestesses had such wanton yearnings in their hearts, borne of years of ‘purity’ and abstinence. In the dreams she toyed with each of them, Ashora, Kalia and Lavur. 


They were like puddy in her hands in the dream. She made Ashora beg for more as her long tongue snaked into her moist depths. She made Kalia cry out in delight as she used a strap-on to fill her to her core. And she made pious little Lavur tremble as her fingers toyed with her tender, sensitive breasts and gave her deep, lusty kisses that the priestess had always fantasized about. For a month she did this, for a month she fed on their lusts like a delicious treat. And in the waking world the dreams began to show the effect they had on the trio. She caught all three of them staring at her, at one point or another, no doubt thinking of their delightful, lurid dreams. 


She made the dreams more intense each night. One night she heard Ashora awaken with a start, the poor, innocent priestess cumming in her sleep and staining her bedsheets. Oh how Xisieth delighted in feigning innocence when she approached Ashora as she tried to sneak her bedsheets away to wash them. “Is something wrong, sister Ashora?” Xisieth asked, catching the poor priestess red-handed, so to speak. 


“I-I am fine, really!” Ashora stammered in her shame, cheeks red like Xisieth’s own flesh. She nibbled her bottom lip, a question worming it’s way out slowly. “Sister…h-have you ever…laid with another woman?” 


Xisieth grinned, the moment of weakness all she had wanted. “I have…” She admitted and stepped closer. “Why do you ask? Does part of you wish to…experience it?” She asked, leaning in closer and closer. Ashora could’ve resisted, pushed away. Instead she held still, breathless and conflicted, that is until Xisieth’s lips touched her own. And in that instance she was lost to her lusts. They kissed, passionately, wanton and openly. The moans of the two women were hardly contained, and Xisieth greedily dragged her fingers over every inch of Ashora. The priestess was melting between her fingertips, so to speak. Enraptured and enthralled by the call of pleasure. 


When Xisieth slipped to her knees and between Ashora’s legs, the priestess’s intense moans that escaped as the demoness slipped her tongue inside woke the others. Soon, Kalia and Lavur stood in the hallway, watching every second of Ashora being eaten out by the crimson-skinned woman. That night all their fantasies were made manifest. Xisieth claimed Kalia with a special toy she conjured using her magic. She scissored Ashora as the beautiful priestess cried out the demoness’s name. She kissed fair Lavur and fingered her until her juices leaked onto the demoness’s fingers. Each maiden was plucked like fruit from a vine. Each maiden’s soul seeded with a darkness from Xisieth’s magic. 


And then the real fun began…


The priestess’s lusts grew with each day. With each moment they succumbed to Xisieth’s pleasures they fell further into her grasp. Until one day she revealed to them a new icon of worship…The Crimson Raidance: Herself. And they worshiped her. They fell onto their knees in front of her and swore to serve her utterly. And with her new, loyal followers in tow they made their way to the planet’s spaceport, intent on claiming the ship the trio had used to travel here. Now, Xisieth could begin wandering the galaxy unrestricted…

