Swing

Sala's eyes widened as she stumbled back against the edge of the cell. "What did you do!? What did you do!?" her melodic voice turned into a shrill screech. The distraught priestess advanced on Jonathan. "Conievo" He chanted, a moment before Sala grabbed his cock.

"Give it back!" The priestess furiously rubbed his manhood, rougher and more desperate than before. The task was proving wholly unfruitful. Sala still felt empty. There was no warmth, it was as if the Goddess had abandoned her. She got down on her knees and took Jonathan's length into her mouth. If the damned sorcerer wasn't going to give her his warmth she was going to take it from him. Her rhythm was clinical. No enthusiasm, no passion, only desperation. Jonathan wasn't picky. It wasn't long until he came in Sala's mouth. The priestess gulped down his seed unenthusiastically.

"Why isn't it working!" Sala shouted after wiping her mouth.

'Three... Two... One...' Jonathan counted down in his head. Sala collapsed. He was glad that worked. Well almost. His original plan was for the sudden lack of arousal to clear the lusty priestess' head and have her come to her senses. Hopefully that included releasing them. That failed. There was no guarantee that his cum would have knocked her out considering her immunity to his arousal heightening. So he was glad that power still worked, kind of. To be honest, Jonathan was just happy he blundered his way out of this situation, but he wasn't out of danger yet.

Jonathan sluggishly willed his body to move. His limbs were stiff. He walked like a stunted mannequin towards his gear. He didn't have the dexterity to get dressed right now but he was able to retrieve his stolen spear from it's burlap wrappings. He peered out towards the main chamber. Saikhi and Talitha's mouths were still intertwined as the brutes violated them. The brutes looked strong, strong enough to crush Johnathan like a pea with their bare hands. Jonathan's muscles gradually began to limber up. He needed to wait for the right moment to strike. Either when the brutes were distracted or possibly when they were done. The girls might have to endure the pounding for a bit longer. It was fortunate that they couldn't see into Jonathan's cell.

Jonathan waited a few minutes. He took in the sights and sounds of his companions' pleasure and exhaustion. It didn't look like the brutes were going to relent any time soon. He was going to have to create the distraction himself. He gazed down at the unconscious priestess. She had this coming.

A few minutes later Sala's body, naked and limp, was pushed into the main chamber. The two brutes paused their current activities and moved to inspect her. They had been fucking their current captives for hours and newer, fresher girls, were always better. Saikhi and Talitha welcomed the respite. It wasn't long before the brutes' prodding and groping of Sala's body turned into more vigorous tasks. They knew who it was in front of them. One of their masters. But they had no loyalty to her, especially when she couldn't do anything to stop them. The brutes filled up both ends of Sala, one taking her mouth whilst the other enjoyed her pussy. Her form slid back and forth between their poles. More importantly, it was all happening right in front of the one-way door. Easily within reach of Jonathan's spear.

He thought about letting the brutes have their way with Sala for a little bit longer but he was only going to get one chance at this, he had to do it in one swing. The spear warped and shifted as he made his intent clear in his mind. The tip of the weapon changed from a spear point to a large flat blade. It still surprised Jonathan how light the weapon was considering its size.

Jonathan wasn't particularly keen on attacking the two brutes and not just because they could probably kill him with one hand. No, it was because they got a bit of a raw deal in all this. It wasn't really their fault. Sure they had been violating Saikhi and Talitha, but the brutes looked like they were driven mad by lust. Not too dissimilar to what his power caused people to do. Except for these brutes, it was in their nature.

"Here goes nothing." Jonathan sighed. He stepped through the doorway and swung his weapon horizontally at the brutes' torsos. For a moment he panicked. What if he couldn't cut through both of them? The panic quickly subsided. His swing had cleanly cleaved both of the brutes in half.

Jonathan rushed over to his companions. They were completely exhausted and flat on the ground. Saikhi peered up at him through messy strands of blue hair.

"Master... You came to save us." She smiled. She tried to struggle to her knees but the weight of her body dragged her back down.

"Hey now, don't move. You've got to take it easy." Jonathan crouched down to inspect both of them. They seemed, for the most part, physically unharmed. Lightly scraped knees, unkempt hair and a probable tenderness in their crotches. Nothing serious. Talitha rolled over onto her back.

"My Chieftain, I can see you are quite hard but I am unable to tend to you right now." Talitha panted.

Jonathan looked down and noticed his soldier was still standing fully at attention. He blushed.

"Ah, let me get dressed, your clothes should be around here somewhere." Jonathan found their gear laid up behind the control stand. As he picked up Talitha's furs, an idea hit him.

"This is just as bad as the last one." Talitha complained about an hour later. She pulled at Sala's gown. It was too stuffy for the forestfolk's liking. Jonathan had ripped up Talitha's former robes into long strips and used them to bind the priestess. She was still unconscious but he was beyond taking any chances. It had taken about half an hour before Saikhi and Talitha were able to move properly again. Saikhi mentioned something odd about Jonathan's recovery time from the gas. The effect usually lasted much longer on Humans than it did on ashborn or heldra, sorcerer or not. Jonathan had replied with a solid and determined shrug. If he had some sort of innate protection from the moctus root gas, he wasn't going to complain.

The original door the group had entered from was still closed. Jonathan poked at every door and wall to see if any of them were illusionary but only the one with the triangular carving permitted passage. He felt around the edge of the stand and felt a click as a panel was depressed. He then pressed the square symbol on the top of the stand. The door opened. No hissing gas this time. They were going to go down a different passageway and if they ran into anyone, at least they had a somewhat believable disguise.

"What are we going to do with the priestess-protector?" Saikhi asked.

"We can't leave her here. She will give us away when she awakens. Best to finish the job." Talitha said coldly.

"Hold on." Jonathan raised his palms. "We aren't going to kill her." He didn't want to kill anyone else, especially if he didn't have to.

"We are bringing her with us again? I don't think our disguise works very well if we are carrying an unconscious body around." Saikhi added.

"Actually..." Jonathan stroked his chin. The control device in front of him displayed new words around the it's centre. 'Initiate breeding procedure upon exit? Yes or No?'. Jonathan had a bit of an idea what this chamber's primary purpose was. He pressed 'yes'. More words appeared. 'Please select which holding cells to open for breeding.' Jonathan ran his hand across all of the other symbols on the panel. The door shut behind them with a thunk as the group exited the main chamber.

'That should keep her busy for a while.'