The Overseer sat on the love seat and patted the cushion beside her, inviting me in. Of course she still had her tail around me so it wasn’t like I could refuse at the moment. I sat down beside the gorgeous, tall and very blue demon carefully, making sure a bit of space was between us.

“Now I have quite the selection of lovely ladies to choose from. They will accommodate your needs to the best of their ability, all I need to know is what kind of women you prefer,” she said.

With a wave of her hand the pages glittered as magic was flushed into them. They spread out and five bundles were evenly placed on a low table in front of us. The magic formed into balls of blue light over each paper, and after an audible pop they began to form into new shapes.

Each light turned into an image of a demon woman, kind of like a hologram. The representation of each priestess waved at me and posed to allow me to look them over. They all wore outfits similar to the one Sliva wore, but with a lot less finery. One of them even decided to show herself off, completely stripping nude and cupping her hands under breasts.

I felt the blue demoness beside me lean back, stretching with her arms over her head and resting one over the back of the loveseat. Her hand draped across my shoulders and she pulled me into her side, burying my face into the side of her bosom. The piercings in her nipples raised the thin fabric of her outfit, and I felt them rub against my cheek.

“These are just memory lights playing out their little shows. So don’t worry if you need to rub one out as you watch them,” she huffed into my ear.

“I’ll keep my pants on, it wouldn’t be very professional,” I said nervously.

I got out of her hold and sat at the edge of the seat, giving myself an inch of breathing room to focus on each demon priestess and her papers. I could feel her presence as she stayed close to me, and I heard her breath deeply to take in my scent. A hum of pure bliss escaped her lips and I could swear she quietly moaned.

“I don’t have all day you know,” she said, placing a hand on my shoulder and giving it a squeeze. “We could have a little fun, choose one and let you get going.”

I could feel the heat of her skin and hear her rising heartbeat. My own body was responding to it, and my mind turned towards its more carnal desires. It would be easy to get her out of that dress and have a quick bout, it wasn’t every day a sex demon wanted to bed you.

“What’s in the documents?” I asked.

It was hard to focus on reading when the memory lights were displaying beauties and I had a horny woman breathing down my back. I put a hand on my inner thigh and drove my thumb into it, putting enough painful pressure to beat my body back into submission. The more rational part of my mind knew if I let her have me I might never get to leave.

“Name, level and all the important info. Usually you male types like to know a woman’s bust size, her height, weight and sexual preferences, so I had it all written down for you,” the Overseer said, winking at me.

Nessaris, Half-Demon, moderate size, Level 2 Priestess

Vilkorsa, Half-Demon, moderate size, Level 4 Priestess

Kela, Half-Demon, moderate size, Level 3 Priestess

Morgana, Half-Demon, moderate size, Level 2 Priestess

Kita, Half-Elf, moderate size, Level 1 Priestess in training

Out of the group the middle three were everything I expected out of a demonic priestess to a goddess of pleasure. Morgana was the one who’s memory light was already nude, and as I watched it I could see her reaching for an oversized toy shaped into some monstrosity phallus. I turned away from that and tried to focus on the rest. Vilkorsa and Kela were more of a classical demon type, with goat hooves, wings and spiked tails.

I picked up their papers and flipped through them, trying to ignore all the sexual details and found on the third pages the information about their talents and spells. That was the information I needed, a sex priestess wasn’t about to slap her rump at the undead and delete them from existence any time soon.

“Such a focused man, don’t you take any time to relax and enjoy the moment?” the Overseer asked.

“I’m looking for someone…special to fill my current needs,” I said.

I left the statement vague enough on purpose to get an amused chuckle from the powerful demon at my side. It backfired however and my concentration broke giving me a steamy vision of having a priestess bury my face between her bosom as she rode me for all I was worth. I bit down on my cheek and cursed myself, what was wrong with me?

I felt blood touch my tongue and my body swapped from breeding mode to survival mode. It was good to be in control again, and if it disobeyed me again I was about to start hitting myself with fire spells.

The two women I was looking at had a rather lacking spell list, with most of their talents and spells revolving around stamina or parlour tricks. Only Kela, who looked like a blonde haired, blue eyed beauty with white horns had a healing spell, and a rather weak one at that.

I turned my attention to the last two seeing that they were rather out of place among the other busty and flamboyant priestess on offer. Nessaris was by far the most diminutive. She was probably shorter than even Rolada. She wore her skimpy outfit with pride, and in her little show she danced around a pole to show her flexibility. I didn’t see her being a good fit, on account of her low level and low physical strength.

I was about to move onto the next one, but a flash of quick movement caught my eye. Nessaris ripped the pole straight out of the ground with a chunk of concrete with it. She threw it somewhere and silently cackled with delight. Her face was splashed with blood and madness gleaned in her eye.

“There was going to be a sixth offer for you today, but she tried to boot Nessaris off stage. That little imp has quite the burning temper, and a special talent to bolster her physical prowess beyond mortal limits. Quite the danger for level two,” the Overseer said.

That quickly made up my mind for me. With the daily teasing I got from Rolada and Lin it would be like bringing a powder keg into the dungeon home. I reached over and went to turn the paper upside down, but some of the text caught my eye.

“Oath of binding?” I asked.

“Hmm, it’s a way for priestesses to give their masters a little boost. It’s one of the boons I can offer you actually, it might even be the best for you. With it a priestess can share her energy so you won’t be depleted of stamina while she is fucking your brains out. Better yet, if you overexert yourself with your spells she can share her endurance and keep you from getting manablight among other things,” the Overseer said.

Now that sounded actually useful, more so the part of helping out with magic. I was starting to sweat from being on my own so much and looked at the last priestess with little hope remaining. I needed to get out from the Overseer’s thumb because the woman’s presence was making my head hurt from the sexual desires and mental whiplash from trying to concentrate on other things.

The Overseer bid me to continue and I picked up the final one. At first I was surprised, I thought they were all demons, but Kita was a half-elf. Strangely she still had the horn and tails and a quick glance at her lacking talent listings meant she could only cast a basic cure spell and little else. I didn’t judge her of course, I was still low level myself and had only a few talents to my name.

She looked quite shy and nervous in her skimpy belly dancer outfit. She danced by herself and during a slide she tripped, falling onto a mattress. As she hit the soft landing her demon horns popped off her head, showing they were little more than a headband you could get at a costume shop. Then the sash around her waist caught on her hand when she tried to get back up onto her feet and the tail fell off showing it was only fabric.

“She will get used to it soon, a cute girl to be sure, but I don’t see her leaving the safety of her temple. I just said I’d show her off as a favour,” the Overseer said.

I flipped Kita’s pages over, and smiled. The last thing I saw of her memory light was a fierce, determined look on her face, and her starting the dance again with confidence. I hoped for the best for her, she was cute and had a good attitude.

“So which would you like to choose to take home with you?” she asked. The Overseer then leaned in close and playful nipped me on the neck making my blood freeze. “What would you like for a boon, something magical, something for your new lover or maybe a little treat from me?”

“I hate to say this but, none of them-”

“What?” she asked, holding a hand to her heart. “You wound me great sir, just how elaborate are your desires that none of these fine women could pleasure you. Perhaps I could aid you, it’s just the two of us in here and I can smell the scent of your desire to take me like a beast. Why choose these lesser women when you could stay with me instead?”

Her soothing, reassuring voice was like warm water seeping into my back. I watched in awe as the small dress slid up her body, and was flung across the room. Sitting in nothing but a bikini that could be called little more than string I felt enchanted by the sight. She gazed at me with half lidded eyes and beckoned me closer with a finger. It took every ounce of self control to speak right then and there instead of following her order.

“I don’t need pleasure, I need magic. I need someone trained in both healing arts and dealing with undead foes at the very least. As for that boon, an oath of binding could be great so we could fight together,” I said.

The Overseer blinked in shock and for a brief moment the constant surge of sexual tension evaporated letting my mind wander freely. On one hand my body still wanted to dive towards the priestess, put my face into her massive tits and lift her legs. The loveseat could be a rather fitting place to pump the horny demon full of cum.

On the other my head focused on home, who would defend the crystal, who would feed it and power it. What about my minions who would be left defenceless, sitting around dull and without that fun little spark they each had if I stayed here. I had people there needing my help and there were the refugee families now depending on me too.

The Overseer snarled and snapped, with a sudden surge of magic that raised the hairs on my neck. I watched a ball of black light appear in her hands and transform into a piece of slate with a chunk of chalk attached to it. She growled and wrote something down, finishing it with a quick signature.

“Fine, I have someone just perfect for you. I’ll even do the oath of binding and you can call in your little friends to introduce her. Then you can explain why you chose her instead of a nice priestess they could also enjoy the company of,” the Overseer said in a friendly tone.

I wasn’t sure what worried me more at that moment, the sudden switch to her fake nice attribute or the sudden menacing aura that settled on my heart. Whoever she just called was certainly going to be special.

The large picture window had the garden in full view and at the end of it I saw a black portal appear. An ugly tear in the beach paradise that shook me to my core as I gazed into its abyssal depths. It was widened and a bloody carcass shot out of it, crashing into a row of flowers. As the mass of red flesh quivered and crawled towards the pool a figure in black armour burst out of the portal bringing its mighty halberd’s blade down in a killing arc. A white flash as bright as the sun followed and I shielded my eyes. When I looked back through my tears I saw the black armour clad warrior approach us, each step killing delicate flowers.

“Lovely, I can see Yara is in a delightful mood,” the Overseer said indifferently, waving her hand and closing the portal. “I’ve given her some vacation time and I’m letting her attend to you until you decide to exchange her for a normal priestess.”

The small side door at the back of the room was opened and my new priestess marched straight towards the loveseat. The striking of her armoured boots hitting the floor drove my heart into a fearful tempo, the blood on her armour dried and flaked off as red dust. When they finally stopped in front me I could see a black knight with horns, tail and tattered cloak all red as blood. Red smoke trailed out of the knight helmet's visor.

“Well don’t act shy my loves, introduce yourselves,” the Overseer said, giving me a light slap on the ass with her tail.

This Yara person didn’t speak, instead prompting me to show her my character information and in turn offering hers. I felt panic grip my mind and struggled to accept the trade.

Yara, Half-Demon, moderate size, Level 6 Judicator

“How close are you to three?” Yara asked, her husky voice sounded amused

The sudden question made me jump at first, but I found the fear was slowly vanishing. The red smoke was gone now and I could see her magenta eyes under the full helmet and saw her curious gaze. She looked me over like I was an interesting puzzle piece she was trying to figure out.

Current Experience : 898/900

I held up 2 fingers and gulped. I was pretty happy that the past three days of working out with Lin, practicing magic with Rolada and drinking contests with Sten had paid off. I could probably do a somersault at this point and get a level up.

“Battlemage eh? Don’t see too many of those nowadays. I’ll take the kid under my wing until he's ready to soar for Ishaka,” Yara said.

I watched as Yara removed her helmet showing off her red skin, elf-like ears with silver hoop earrings and short hair. She took out a clip holding her hair in place and the long bangs came down framing her face. She reminded me a bit of Vixa from the colours, but more terrifying. She reached into a small pouch and pulled out a tiny stick from which she took a bite.

She then looked to the Overseer to ask, “What boon did he choose.”

“Oath of Binding,” the Overseer said with a devilish grin.

Yara chuckled.

The overseer leapt up to her feet and walked towards the back of the room, pausing to let her tail boop me on the nose.

“Is there something on my face?” Yara asked, breathing out more of the red smoke. Tiny particles caught the light making it look like she was breathing out vaporized blood.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to stare,” I said in a slightly uneasy tone.

“Why are you such a jumpy human then?” she asked.

She turned her head to look at me from another angle, brushing her hair aside as the bangs got in the way. “Are you scared of little ol’ me?” she asked, flashing a wicked toothy grin. A grin telling me she found a new plaything.

“A bit,” I whispered, becoming more uneasy the more she circled in on me as if she was stalking prey. “I just watched you barrel out of a portal and bring the wrath of the sun down on some monster. Next thing I know I have a tall, menacing woman in armour holding a halberd in front of me.”

“Well just don’t be scared then. I’m a trained priestess after all, I just have a bit more martial training to deal with pesky creatures. Just remember I’m going to help you out, so point at the bad things and I’ll make them go away,” Yara said.

It was strangely calming to have a woman over six feet tall handling a heavy weapon in full armour tell you she was going to protect you. I also started to feel more embarrassed than intimidated and was saved from any more chatter as the Overseer returned with her dress back on. She had a black jewellery box in her hands and opened it up to show off two rings made of grey smoke.

“Let’s roll this along, I got a long list of people to talk to today and the one I was going to bang turned out to be a stick in the mud,” the Overseer said, and took out the rings placing them on each of our ring fingers as Yara took another bite of the tiny stick, I wonder what it was, a treat?

“I now pronounce you master and priestess, yada yada, you may now kiss,” she said, with a somewhat envious glace at Yara.

“...What-” was all I could say before an unfazed Yara closed in on me and planted her lips on mine. She tasted sweet with a slight smokiness. She breathed out the smoke and as I inhaled it I felt my entire body go into a dreamy daze.

I felt my ring solidify and pinch me, drawing blood. A strange feeling ran down my neck, into my magical lines as something connected to them.

After Yara’s lips parted mine she placed her hand on my cheek, healing the wound I got after biting down to resist the Overseer’s invitations.

“Now are there any questions from you or anyone with you?” the Overseer said, and looked to me for my statement.

Yara shook her head and watched as the smoke ring solidified. A new page in my character sheet appeared but when I looked at it all I got was the name, Oath of Binding. The rings then vanished.

I coughed and red smoke followed “Yes I have a few, but first can you invite my friends in?” I asked, still slightly dazed from what just occurred.

The door opened suddenly grabbing our attention. Sliva entered elegantly, almost waltzing to a nearby seat as her daughter and Lin rushed inside before the door closed. In their arms they struggled to hold onto bottles of liquor, sandwiches, donuts and a plate with cake.

Around a mouthful of orange Rolada mumbled to me, “We got you a bite too.”

They pulled up two other stools and filled the rest of the table with enough food to rival our entire larder. With nowhere else to sit at the moment I took my place back at the love seat, and took a bite out of a sweetroll.

“Rolada my love,” Sliva said. “I sent you to school with a good line of credit, why are you acting like a starving beggar.”

“Starving artist mom, there's a difference,” Rolada said.

“Ah, I should have guessed.” the Overseer sneered.

“Good day, I see my charge is still in one piece,” Sliva said.

For a brief moment I could see fear in her, but it was quickly stamped down. The Overseer looked at her nails in disinterest. “I was unaware that Josh was under your personal protection-”

“You mean the wards I placed on him weren't the first indication?” Sliva asked.

The foxy momma beckoned me to her side and I walked to stand beside her. She pulled me into her chair’s arm to keep me within arms reach. She put a hand on my thigh and a sense of calm filled me. My senses were unscrambled and I felt like myself again. That also meant the raging hard on I had at the moment was all me, and I pulled my cloak around me to hide it.

Sliva patted my leg and turned her attention back to the Overseer, pretending not to notice my predicament. Sliva was a mixture of calm, serene composure, with an added dash of sassy fury about to rear its head.

Yara whistled and walked away from the Overseer, heading towards our group. As Lin and her exchanged a quick look between them I saw a spark of rivalry as they looked at the same stacked sandwich on the table. Lin reached towards but was beaten out of Yara’s by a second and when she tried to take the sandwich Yara held it out of reach.

“Josh, who is this bitch?” Lin asked.

“Your new priestess,” Yara said around a mouthful of bread and meat.

Rolada giggled to herself as Lin and Yara started to fight over the food on the table. I was going to speak up but wanted to focus on the exchange by Sliva and the Overseer.

“Sliva, I can explain,” the Overseer said.

“Then explain the twelve stacked charms I just removed from him. That much enchantment magic is against core law, Hel-” Sliva cut herself off. She grinned a predatory smile. “It would be a shame if he had your true name to defend himself.”

The luscious blue lips of the demoness paled, as did the rest of her. This time instead of smelling carnal desires I smelled fear, pure unadulterated fear. The Overseer was shaking and tried to come up with something quickly.

“That would be cheating!” she said.

“And placing twelve stacked up charms isn’t? Sliva asked. The Arch Priestess rubbed her temples and sighed. “We have been through this, you can’t keep placing charms on customers and pilgrims. What kind of services were you offered, Josh?”

“There’s the resumes of five different priestesses, most of them seemed nice, but no one really fit my needs at the moment,” I said. I realized how that could be taken in a sexual content and rushed to add, “I meant combat needs, I have an undead problem and needed a healer so she got me Yara.”

“Exactly, I got a mighty warrior priestess to help him, so no harm was done,” the Overseer said.

“Now as an Arch Priestess I know I can’t directly do anything here, but if it was mentioned to your mother at the next meeting…” Sliva trailed off.

“Why don’t you choose an extra gift or two to take with you Josh, I’ll let your little friends here choose something,” the Overseer said nervously.

Rolada and Lin spun around to look at the chocolate fountain and both women grinned. I couldn’t even stop them now if I wanted to. The gears were turning in their heads and when they looked around us I could already tell we were going to have to make more room at home.

…

By the time we were leaving the villa we had a train of boxes in tow. They floated in the air with a thin silver glowing rope binding them together. Sliva held it delicately in her hand and like a loyal train of dogs the boxes followed their master.

“Did we really need this much chocolate?” I asked. “Do you think we have infinite storage space back home?”

I heard Yara stifle a laugh behind me as she followed in my wake. She was like my red and black shadow ready to lend a hand. That helping hand however only went so far as she watched Lin and Rolada with interest as they picked on me.

“But my lovely best friend is a powerful keeper with a legion of minions to tend to my every need,” Rolada said, putting a hand to her forehead and speaking dramatically. “If I am to live in his dungeon how else can I go on without the lifeblood of my veins, my sweet muse, my lovely chocolate.”

“Josh, she offered this stuff as an apology. It’s like you talked about that one time, with your boss settling with someone out of court. It’s pretty much the same thing, she just gave us cool stuff to make up for trying to fuck you and suck out your soul beside other things,” Lin said.

“Did you have to literally take the clothes off her back?” I asked in shock.

I hated to admit it but that thin black dress was incredible on Lin. It had shrunk when she put it on and I swore it magically moved with her just perfectly to constantly tease a more revealing view of her. Her well toned legs and the sway of her hips as she walked was too nice not to notice.

“Do you like it?” Lin asked.

“Yes,” I sighed. “It actually fits you really nicely and the black compliments your white hair too. I don’t know how you haven’t gotten it covered in white hair yet, however.”

“What do you mean by that?” Lin asked, feigning offence.

I shook my cloak once and scattered white hairs onto my new pants. Rolada giggled with her mother, the two fox women enjoying the sight. Lin rolled her eyes and mumbled how it wasn’t a big deal. When I glared at Lin the cat girl stuck her tongue out and I did the same in return.

“It’s just how she marks her territory, the Overseer has to be blind to not have noticed,” Sliva laughed.

“Nor smart enough to get out of trouble, this might be a first for me, Lady Sliva, to see three bandits steal from a demoness’s villa,” Yara said. She looked at the boxes with curiosity and asked. “Are you sure this would all be in Ishaka’s will?”

“I’m sure you will find Josh is quite the capable man, and I bet he has plenty of plans of what to do with it to fulfill our goddess’s creed. In fact I think I might ask him for a report of what pleasures he has with them,” Sliva said.

The curious and suggestive look Sliva gave me made my ears burn. Home couldn’t come fast enough.