"You cowards! I didn't pay you to run away and abandon me!" you yell at the backs of your retreating party. Only one door stands between you and the cult of the hermaphrodite's illegal underground church. Those bastards were expensive, you thought to yourself. They were the only ones willing to take on this battle of attrition's culmination; and they had demanded to be paid half in advance, for 'preparations'. You should have seen it coming, you told yourself as you faced the heavy-set bronze door, all by yourself. Sure, standing here without a healer or any supporting fighter made you nervous, but you were still a decent fighter when it came down to it. You simply preferred using peasants as cannon fodder. And there was no harm in that, now was there? Unlike yourself, those filthy laborers had no bloodline giving their lives any actual value.
For the first time in months you unsheathed your sword, took a deep breath and prepared yourself to fight the final battle against the cult of the Goddess's leaders. You do so with a boisterous roar using it to scare your enemies and bolster your courage.
Only when you kicked down the door you are not staring at what you would think of as a cultist church, but instead find yourself standing in a small room with large pillows strewn about. "What is this?" you exclaim, annoyed. "My intel can't have been bad, this was supposed to be a shrine of the herm worshipers!"
A soft, sultry voice from the shadows makes a shiver of fear rush up your spine. The voice holds no hint of threat or malice, nor is it a strange one. On the contrary, your fear stems from recognizing this voice. It belongs to Rosa, a woman you had sacrificed for your campaign to even find the location of this church of hermaphrodites. The melodic cadence of her voice is the still the same as it had been the last time you'd seen her, but now her voice carries a sense of superiority and amusement that makes your hair stand on end.
"Oh, but it is, Sir Loin. It very much is a 'church' as you call it. You see, us hermaphrodites have different definitions for places of worship." Rosa said. Her smile grew wide and devious as she saw the surprise in your face.
With Rosa's arrival the room filled with the smell of sex and desire. At least that was what you felt as the pungent aroma took hold of your senses.
"We consider ourselves our own gods, Sir Loin. We worship the Goddess, not a singular deity. To the Goddess we give what the other churches demand to be kept in that 'holy' matrimony of theirs. Instead of forcing ourselves to singular celibacy we give what's ours in tribute to the Church of the Holy Order of the Goddess: our seed. And men are the vessels we fill with it." Rosa explained. She stepped out of the shadows and approached you, wearing nothing but a silken robe and a thong which clung tightly to her curves. The sheer material of the underwear left little doubt that it hid a thick penis, one that she must have gained when she joined the cult.
"It's quite simple, really. Men are a source of life, and our Goddess is the mother of life. So, we give them our seed to prove our faith. We then feed on their energy as they feed on our seed." Rosa continued. "And to show our devotion we take part in the rituals that allow us to continue to provide that life, such as the act of sex. We call it the Goddess's Blessing."
You recoiled as Rosa's smile grew wider, her chest heaving with excitement and her penis growing engorged. "You, Sir Loin, will be today's vessel since we have no more men to use here anymore, largely because of your efforts." Rosa's hands went to the waistband of her robe and began untying it, exposing her ample breasts to your view. "Now, Sir Loin, get on your knees and open up for me."
You hesitated, painfully aware that Rosa was more than just additionally endowed by the Goddess she now worshiped. While her attitude was still pleasant a primal part of your brain told you this woman, no, this hermaphrodite that was now Rosa was a true threat if you were to fight her.