By: Dawn2069MS

Not too far from DalMarkaan and the elven sister’s struggles, in the midst of the SajaRuun Ocean …

Lightning flashed over the dark and cloudy silhouette of the stormy night sky, cutting through the darkness like glowing spears of heavenly energy, illuminating the churned-up waves of the nightly ocean. Electric bolts darted through the darkness in short succession, followed by waves of blood-curdling rolling thunder. Heavy rain pattered on the heaving surface of the sea, covering it in a dress of ripple waves and spume. A high wind was blowing, howling through the night, sometimes forcing the myriad of rain drops into ghostly shapes before touching down on the water’s surface.

In midst of the thunderstorm, a huge ship fought its way through the massive waves of water. The sea went up over its bow as black steel sank in deeply into the water, the keel tearing apart the cold sea and then rising up into the night sky, just to dive back down into the next wave again and again. The moving vessel’s bow wave and stern wake were barely visible due to the churned-up waters, and it looked like it wouldn’t move at all while making a stand against the rough weather and sea.

The ship was one of the Wanderers of SajaRuun’s capital ships. A capital ship was a giant catamaran, a multi-hulled vessel consisting of two parallel hulls of equal size, having a length of about 320 meters and a wide beam of about 100 meters, from which the vessel derived its pitch stability. The two hulls of a capital ship enabled it to heel much less than a monohull vessel, and limited heeling meant the ride on a capital ship was much more comfortable for passengers and crew than on ordinary ships. The hulls were joined by a sophisticated structure combining accommodation into the bridging superstructure. Capital ships were made of wood and metal; even elements of sculpted stone had been used in its construction process. The majority of the vessel’s body was made of wood, reinforced by metal layers and frames. A capital ship was considered to be a swimming fortress; its two hulls were both covered with over hundred starboard and portside hatches, a heavy cannon mounted behind every one of them, arranged over five gun decks. An array of catapults mounted on deck, as well as several turret-mounted cannons at the fore and aft sections of the ship completed the armament. The towering central superstructure of the vessel was divided into several decks and contained the main mast and the crow’s nest, as well as the helm, officer quarters, and the captain’s quarters.

Two people, a man and a woman, stood on top of the quarterdeck at the capital ship’s centralized helm, the handles of the steering wheel fighting their hands as they both eagerly held it and thus the ship’s rudders in position. They sometimes looked down at the main deck where dozens of seamen struggled to hold down their jobs while being harried by the harsh conditions. The man was of average human statue. He had a tan skin color and black medium length hair. His face was bearded and angular, his visage foretelling that he had seen the world and beyond. At first glance, he seemed to be around forty years of age. He was dressed in clothes which were typical for seamen, yet the shoulder pads of his attire, as well as his hat were decorated with a variety of symbols and runes, telling anyone who encountered him on the ship that he had a very high rank. His garment was made from fine and firmly crafted fabric, however it looked worn out and heavily used. The woman standing besides him was of similar height, yet she had a quite curvy statue and a discreet muscular body shape. Her skin tone was much lighter than the man’s and littered with freckles, yet she was slightly tanned, probably due to being on deck most of the time. The high wind was blowing through her long mane of natural red hair, and her green-gray eyes were looking ahead steadily. The redhead also wore seaman’s clothing, yet hers was a bit more form-fitting and decorated with a variety of bony spikes which had been incorporated into the seams at the sides of her thighs and the forearms.

Now and then a strong breeze pushed into the giant vessel’s side, forcing the two human seamen to fight against the sudden rotary motion of the steering wheel. Although the work at the ship’s helm seemed laborious while driving through the thunderstorm, both humans were elated and chatted with each other.

“For the love of mother and child, Reyvan, that’s one hell of a storm!” shouted the woman. She smiled, her gaze still locked ahead the giant ship.

“We’ve seen worse, haven’t we, Cora?” replied the man as he looked up into the stormy night sky.

“Aye, captain.” answered Cora. “Much worse indeed. However, it feels like our windmills are put to their maximum strain.”

“They can stand it. … The ship can stand it.” said captain Reyvan with a persuasive voice.

A capital ship was not a sailing vessel; it was driven by a huge single paddle wheel to propel the craft through the water. The paddle wheel was mounted on the rear of the ship, between the two hulls of the vessel. It was a large steel framework wheel, its outer edge fitted with with numerous, regularly-spaced paddle blades. The wheel was rotated by two mage-stone engines, magically enhanced devices located in the rear section of each hull, together with a sophisticated combination of chains, levers and cog-wheels for translating the windmill’s rotation to the engine core. Mechanics were staffed with moving the tiller and rudder, one at the aft of each hull. The main deck of a capital ship carried a variety of windmills, usually eight; four on top of the starboard hull and four on top of the portside hull. The upper sections of those windmills which carried the winged wheel were capable of rotating around their vertical axis and thus can be turned to face the wind’s direction. Right now, the high wind put a lot of strain onto the wings of the windmills, as well as the brakes which were reducing the rotation of the windmill’s winged wheels to a viable speed.

Cora smiled and looked over to her captain. The Reyvan’s Blade was indeed much more durable than any ordinary sailing ship she had served on in the past, though it was quite inappropriate to compare a capital ship like the Reyvan’s Blade to an ordinary sailing ship; it would be like comparing a homestead with a fortified castle. Cora wanted to confirm her captain’s statement – the ship was indeed capable of suffering much more stress than a thunderstorm was able to deliver, but her intent was suddenly interrupted by a loud male voice shouting from the crow’s nest above her:

“Alarm! Rogue wave ahead, coming in fast from starboard!”

Captain Reyvan reacted nearly instantly, his voice loud and commanding, yet experienced and without any signs of stress:

“Hard to starboard, Cora! We need to turn her bow toward the wave.”

While Reyvan and Cora twirled the massive steering wheel clockwise, the captain looked at the part of his crew who was working in the vicinity of the ship’s helm and commanded:

“To yer emergency stations, the lot o’ ye!”

“Signal the armada to stay in wor lee!”

“Full ahead! I want the wheel dig a cleft into that friggin’ ocean.”

“Get up off yer butts!”

The chain of command worked aboveboard. The majority of the crew which were within the captain’s voice’s reach obeyed his orders directly, while some officers of the crew were seconded to forward the captain’s commands through the vessel to the aft of the ship where certain crewmen were ordered to stay in contact with the convoying ships by using light signals.

The crew of a capital ship was responsible for operating the vessel. The remaining part of a capital ship’s population consisted of the passengers. Passengers were divided into two groups, native passengers and temporary passengers. Native passengers inhabited the ship, but they had nothing to do with the ship’s operation. They lived on-board and offered non ship-related services such as catering, barbershops, schools, etc. All of the native passengers of a ship were bound by instructions. All temporary passengers, those who were just transported from one point to another, had more freedom, but still had to stick to a set of special rules for external passengers. A capital ship had an average crew size of 2000 members and a native population count of about 800 people. It had a capacity for transporting up to 6200 external passengers.

A capital ship usually was accompanied by an armada of smaller vessels, usually sailing vessels ranging from freighters to armed corvettes, etc. One of the main purposes of the armada, besides protecting and supplying the capital ship, was to transfer passengers and goods from the land to the capital ship and vice versa. A capital ship never landed at a coast or harbor; it always remained anchored offshore, away from coastal waters. The armada of a capital ship was bound to its mother vessel; every supply ship was tagged with the marking of its mother vessel. The captain of a supply vessel commanded his ship, yet had to take up a subordinate role to a capital ship’s captain.

The rogue wave which was coming closer had an estimated height of about thirty meters, a mile-wide monstrosity made out of dark ocean water. The phenomenon was difficult to assess due to the adverse weather conditions. The only chance to avoid the wave to become a collapsing breaker and thus becoming a serious threat to not only the capital ship, but to the whole armada, was to pass it before it would reach its point of collapse. Since the Reyvan’s Blade was far away from any coastal line, the chances of the rogue wave collapsing on the open water was small, yet given, and the captain wanted to minimize the risk of capsizing any of his convoy’s vessels.

Reyvan and Cora, as well as the rest of the deck crew, held fast to whatever solid structure they were able to grasp. As the capital ship started to climb the approximating mountain of water, Cora sent a quick prayer:

“Siramaar, Spirit of the water, Mother of mankind – you word is our beacon in the darkness. Guide us through what lies ahead of us.”

“AMEN!” chorused Cora and Reyvan.

The capital ship’s pitch was steep rising, its bow now towering above the sea, pointing toward the nightly sky. The blades of the giant paddle wheel of the vessel dug into the churning water relentlessly, slowly propelling the ship toward the rogue wave’s peak. The captain’s plan succeeded. The Reyvan’s Blade lived up its name, as the two bows of the giant catamaran pierced through the wave’s upper rim. For a brief moment, the capital ship looked like it would start to fly into the air any moment, then gravity took its toll and the massive hull of the ship sank down with a growling moan. The thunderous splashdown jolted through all of the vessel’s body, while wooden planks and metal frames worked against each other with creaky sounds, giving a lot of structural stress to all of the ship’s body. As the bow of the ship sunk down deeply into the ocean again, surges of cold water washed over the main deck, dragging anyone who had not fastened himself to a solid structure with it. Captain Reyvan looked about in order to spot if any person had fallen overboard; luckily he had a highly experienced crew who knew what to do and how to behave in certain critical situations.

“Wooo hooo! Fly, baby, fly!” Cora screamed joyfully as the ships bow impacted on the ocean’s surface. This was exactly the type of action she was looking for, dealing with whatever task Siramaar had bestowed upon her and the ship. The situation, the masses of water – it all was gasoline poured onto the flame of the adventure-hungry woman.

Captain Reyvan was still highly concentrated and kept on commanding his crew with the composure of a seafaring veteran, his voice still shouting aloud without being stressed:

“Damage report to the bridge!”

“I wanna have all of my armada to report back to me!”

“We’re leaving no-one behind, did ye hear me, ye lot?”

The words ‘Aye, captain!’ echoed over the main deck a bunch of times as the crewmen followed their superior’s commands. Having left the rogue wave behind, the commotion on deck started to fade and the crewmen slowly went back to their normal activities. There wouldn’t be a successive rogue wave, that captain Reyvan was sure of. Rogue waves were single waves, their origin clouded under a veil of mystery. The Wanderers of SajaRuun believed that those large waves were godly tests bestowed upon the seafaring folk to sort out those who were not worthy of sailing or faring the ocean. Their deity Siramaar, the spirit of water and the ocean and cradle of mankind, was capable of giving life, was well as taking it back.

After captain Reyvan had received his requisitioned reports, he approached his first helmsman again. Cora’s clothes were drenched with water, her hair wet and flabby, yet the young woman held fast to the steering wheel, her visage foretelling she was in a good temper.

“Good work, mate. This was exactly yer cup of tea, eh?” smiled Reyvan.

Cora grinned impishly: “Aye, you know me.”

“I’ll go down and look after the engines. Keep the steer due north.” After ordering his helmsman, Reyvan turned his head around and shouted:

“Second helmsman, fall in!”

After his command was relayed several times and thus spread towards the crew quarters, a young man approached speedily, came to a halt on the ship’s helm right before his captain and stood at attention.

“Resume my post and assist helmsman Cora.” commanded Reyvan as he stepped aside to make place for the new one. “The storm’s still too heavy for just one to hold on the wheel.”

After the new crewman reassured his orders with the typical ‘Aye aye, captain.’ phrase and assumed his position, Reyvan set off for the portside engine room and left the helm.

The way down from the Revan’s Blade’s helm to the main deck required the captain to walk for some time while passing several intermediate decks which were part of the ship’s bridging superstructure. Having arrived on the main deck, Reyvan walked to the aft of his ship and examined the giant paddle wheel. The massive metal structure was rotating relentlessly, its blades sinking deeply into the churned ocean, dragging through the splashing water, a display of sheer raw technological and magical power.

The core element of a capital ship’s propulsion technology was the mage-stone sphere. It was basically a large piece of rock which was saturated with marbles of Orichalcum and thus capable of storing powerful ritual-bound elemental magical energy. Once empowered with magic, the mage-stone sphere had been split into two halves, two hemispheres to be precise. Both halves had remained sticking together like two magnets and had to be separated with force. However, even after they had been separated, but had remained in direct vicinity to each other, one half of the sphere always maintained a relative position toward the other half. For example, if turned around the axis perpendicular to the cut edge, the other half of the rock did the same, which was the basic principle behind the mage-stone engine. Part one of the mage-stone sphere was directly connected to the ship’s paddle wheel through a massive axis; part two of the spherical rock was connected to the mechanics of the windmills on deck.

After walking several minutes and descending into the belly of his ship, Reyvan finally reached the portside engine room. A variety of crewmen worked in the area, cleaning, maintaining the mechanics, etc. It was noisy down here; all of the moving parts of the ship’s propulsion, as well as a strange sizzling and crackling sound emanating from the mage-stone sphere halves, mixed up in a cacophony of awkward sounds.

The mage-stone engine always was a sight to behold. The rocky sphere had an average diameter of seven meters and was built in a massive framework of steel and wood which allowed it to rotate around its main axis. A series of clutches were attached to the part of the axis which was connected to the paddle wheel, and a giant cog wheel connected the other part of the axis with the windmill’s. The space between the two flat cross sections of the mage-stone halves was about half a meter wide. A vortex of glittering white magic particles rotated fast in between the two hemispheres and hundreds of tiny flashes of bright light see-sawed between both cross sections, looking like small lightning strikes. All of the mage-stone sphere was clouded with wafting dark veil of magic energy, sometimes interacting with the glowing particles which were emanating between the flat surfaces of the hemispheres and jolting towards the outer rim of the magic rock.

Reyvan beckoned one of the workers to come to him. After the man had approached, he leaned his head toward the crewman and addressed him with his voice loud enough to surpass the surrounding noise:

“Oy! How are wor engines doin’?”

“Pretty good, captain.” answered the engineer and continued: “We have a lot of magic friction built up in the rock. The windmills yield a lot of energy right now, but that’s nothing ye olde machine can’t handle, sir.”

Reyvan nodded slightly and dug deeper:

“How’s the starboard engine?”

“Same, same, captain.” replied the crewman, “we’re far from having reached maximum capacity.”

One of the greatest benefits of a mage-stone engine was its capacity to store magic elemental energy within the rock. While almost always rotating, the windmills were able to charge the mage-stone with rotation energy while the capital ship was standing still, and the mage-stone engines were capable of releasing any stored magical energy to the paddle wheel during still air. This enabled a capital ship to be always maneuverable.

“Good to hear. We …”

Reyvan paused. There was another thought jumping into his mind which caused him to stop speaking, a well-known yet alien mental voice, sent to him from the depths of the ocean.

Most of the ship’s crew who had direct contact to their captain were used to this suddenly occurring phenomenon. When the captain was in contact with his Aramaar, mainly when being on the receiving side of the mental link, he often go distracted from what he was doing for an instant. Further more, everyone on board knew that having contact to an Aramaar was way more important than any other duty the captain was on at the time.

“Is she calling you, captain?” asked the engineer, looking knowing.

“Aye, she’s here.” replied Reyvan and continued: “And she’d been away much too long.”

The Aramaar, also known as Children of the Water, were considered to be descendants of Siramaar. They were humanoid hybrid creatures, having both lungs and gills in order to be able to live on the world’s surface, as well as in the water, which was their native element. Their gills were located on the sides of their torso. They were true hermaphrodites and thus had both male and female genitalia, primary and secondary sexual characteristics alike. An Aramaar had two legs and two arms and a silver colored scaled skin with traces of blue, as well as a very sleek skin texture. They had webbed fingers and toes, as well as a prehensile tail which can be used as a fin for swimming under water. The joints of their limbs were much more flexible than those of an ordinary human, granting them the ability to swim and dive masterfully.

They had no bodily hair, yet a variety of tentacles covering their head, granting them an almost human appearance. Aramaar had human-like faces with slightly larger eyes and long pointed ears, but without noses and nostrils. Their eyes were usually silver-colored and covered with a nictitating membrane. They possessed a unique ability – they were capable of contacting and communicating with other Aramaar telepathically (magically) through the water. Having this ability, an Aramaar was capable of sharing their thoughts with others of their kind, providing a highly efficient communication network through the ocean. Aramaar were considered holy and thus clouded by a certain veil of mystery, due to the fact that their only contact to human beings was through a capital ship’s captain.

Once a generation, they sought to make contact to the humans of the Wanderers of SajaRuun in order to enable their younglings to find a spiritual human soul mate. This was done in the context of conducting a sacred ritual in which young human children had the chance to be blessed by Siramaar to become a capital ship’s captain. The ritual was done on the open sea and contained the summoning of young Aramaar. If one of the summoned Aramaar was willing to choose one of the children to stay with, the human child was considered to be a chosen one. A chosen one’s training began with the establishment and fortification of a soul bond with the Aramaar, called the Captain’s Bond.

Once the bond had been established, the chosen child and the young Aramaar stayed together for the rest of their lives. If one of the partners died, the other one followed and died as well. After a short time, the bond became a profound connection between the two partners which did not require any physical contact, but which can be temporarily strengthened through physical contact. The intensity of the strengthened bond depended on the form of contact; the more intimate the contact was, the stronger the connection would be. The Aramaar’s nature of being hermaphrodites was beneficial here; they were capable of getting intimate with women and men alike. Aramaar were very passionate beings; they often sought to be with their partner for more than just communicational purposes.

After crossing over the rear part of his ship’s main deck, Reyvan had finally reached the mooring deck. The thunderstorm didn’t make it easy for anyone on the ship to maintain a secure footing; the vessel’s heeling was much more than usual because of the rough sea. However, Reyvan was an old hand and knew how to deal with his ship’s movements. As he opened one of the rear side hatches, a surge of water washed through the opening and partially flooded the wooden floor. Raindrops waved inside, and the noise of the paddle wheel carving through the water nearby filled the deck. He grabbed a convoluted rope ladder, attached the outer end of it to the floor near the open hatch, and unreeled it outside.

It was difficult for Reyvan to observe the outside area due to all of the spray and the stirred ocean. The moonlight was barely illuminating the surroundings and the lanterns lighting the ship were not meant to cover much of the outside area. It didn’t take long for the Aramaar to arrive. Minutes after the captain had fastened the rope ladder, a fast moving silhouette, barely visible in the dark ocean water, darted towards the ladder and nearly jumped out of the water. As the creature started to climb up the ladder, Reyvan reached out and offered his exotic partner a hand to enter the ship.

There she stood, in all of her beauty, her silver-scaled skin glittering in the light of the moon and lanterns. The Aramaar had a very slender yet discreet muscular female body shape. She was about 1.75 meters tall. Her prehensile tail, which was about one and a half times longer than her legs, see-sawed behind her in anticipation. The tentacles which covered her head moved slightly, and her silver eyes gazed at Reyvan, excited, zealously. While her gills slowly came to rest and forced her lungs to resume the breathing, the Aramaar took some deep breaths, sucking in the air to adopt her body to the new environment.

Reyvan smiled. The process the Aramaar was going through was well known to him. It only required the hybrid some moments to adapt to breathing air instead of water. After giving his partner the time she needed, Reyvan welcomed her with open arms while approaching slowly. Now that she was here on the ship again, he felt her presence, not only within his mind, but also within his body. He had goose-flesh, felt excited and longed to feel her touches, her soft scaled skin, all of her. As they finally fell in each others arms, the world around them seemed to vanish for some moments, as the bond between them filled their consciousnesses. It was true love what connected their hearts, and a strong magic bond that connected their minds; a connection of soul-mates, forged with trust and for a lifetime.

“I missed you-mmmh …”

Reyvan’s words were suddenly interrupted as the Aramaar closed her eyes and pressed her lips onto the captain’s, kissing him dearly, their tongues caressing each other passionately. There were still traces of saltiness on her lips, a side effect from having emerged from the ocean a short time ago. However, it was something Reyvan was used to. After what felt like eternity for both lovers, they parted their lips and looked into each others eyes, smiling happily.

“I missed you too, my love,” replied the Aramaar with a cute, yet alien, female voice. Her underlying voice was that of a young female, but it was overlain by another, slightly higher-pitched voice, which was the reason for sounding a bit strange and non-human.

“Let’s go to our quarters. I have important news to forward,” continued the hybrid.

The way from the ship’s belly to the captain’s quarters required Reyvan and the Aramaar to walk for about twenty minutes. One reason was the size of the vessel and its lots of decks. The other reason was that the couple got periodically interrupted by crewmen and passengers who wanted to be in the presence of a Child of the Water, a living descendant of their deity Siramaar. They were praising her, cheering her, sometimes begging to be blessed, touched, etc.

About half an hour later, Reyvan and the Aramaar had reached the captain’s quarters and finally had some rest and time for themselves. They made themselves comfortable on a chaiselongue as captain Reyvan began to speak:

“Sirai my love; please tell me the news you’ve brought.”

“The word of the Kazdruk planning to spread out their dominion’s chain to DalMarkaan spreads like a wildfire and has finally reached the SajaRuun Ocean,” replied Sirai and continued:

“When this happens, this will most likely affect all of us – all of the Wanderers of SajaRuun, as well as our independence in the world. We may have been targeted by the Kazdruk anyway.”

Reyvan got thoughtful. One of the Wanderers of SajaRuun’s greatest magnitudes was their social structure. They were nomads of the ocean, and their social structure was purely based upon their capital ships and the associated on-board population. Each capital ship formed its own governmental unit. There was no single ruler or centralized government standing above the ships, no king or queen, no president, etc. This distributed system of governance made the Wanderers of SajaRuun hard to be targeted entirely, especially when it came to conflicts. Their social structure could be compared to a peer-to-peer network, granting everyone of its members a high level of independence.

“Is this your personal opinion, Sirai, or do your words reflect the opinion of other Aramaar?”

“Both, my love,” answered Sirai, “most of us fear that the Kazdruk’s presence on both DelHelshan and DalMarkaan may compromise our territory, bit by bit.”

“This is of great gravity indeed!” The captain’s gaze got serious. “I think the time has come for the Wanderers of SajaRuun to pick a side.”

Sirai was astonished by her partner’s words. The Wanderers of SajaRuun had always kept their distance from the affairs of the landsmen and thus maintained their political independence. However, an event like the Kazdruk invasion was of such a great magnitude, it would be perilous to just step aside and watch, that she was sure of.

“Is there word when the Kazruk plan to strike DalMarkaan?” asked Reyvan.

“The Megan’s Hope has recently picked up elven passengers from the Coast of Crystals, and they heard rumors about the invasion could be just a matter of days now.” replied Sirai with a tense voice.

Reyvan grabbed both of Sirai’s hands with his own and looked into his soul mate’s eyes. His visage foretold seriousness and solicitude as he continued to speak.

“We’re not far away from DalMarkaan, just about two days of traveling westward. If the time has come for the Wanderers of SajaRuun to leave their shell of staying out of trouble, then the Reyvan’s Blade will answer this unspoken call of duty.”

Sirai was pleased with her partner’s words and moved her face near Reyvan’s:

“Let’s head to DalMarkaan’s east coast. We may have the chance to pick up refugees, since we still have room for more than 450 passengers at least.”

“Aye, my love. And if we encounter Kazdruk forces, we’ll show them why our capital ships are also called ‘swimming fortresses’.” Reyvan paused, then continued, “Tell it to the others. May other capital ships follow our lead, and may Siramaar protect us on our new path.”

Reyvan kissed Sirai’s hands and then rose from the chaiselongue.

“I’ll instruct my helmsman to set course. Don’t leave, my love, I’ll be back in some minutes.”

Sirai nodded and smiled. A mixture of being worried and being happy spun within her mind. She realized that she just wanted to be with her soul mate. After days of swimming in the ocean and communicating with her kin, she was slightly exhausted, yet full of desire for being with Reyvan. However, she was patient with him, as he was the Reyvan’s Blade’s captain and much in demand.

After some minutes of walking fast, the captain approached the ship’s helm again and instructed his first helmsman Cora:

“Oy, Cora! Set course for DalMarkaan. Wor port of destination is the delta south of the Obsidian Cliff.“

“Aye, captain.” Cora and the second helmsman obeyed the captain’s order and turned the steering wheel counter-clockwise, turning the giant ship on a westward course. The red-haired woman was surprised about the captain’s sudden order and addressed him curiously:

“What are we doing over there, captain?”

The second helmsman lifted an eyebrow upon Cora’s question. It was unusual for a subordinate to question the captain’s orders. However, Cora was more than an ordinary subordinate to the captain; she was more like a friend. Reyvan put his hand on Cora’s shoulder and answered:

“The Reyvan’s Blade is going to meddle with the Kazdruk, Cora. The time has come to respond to that demon threat. They’ll soon invade DalMarkaan, so we’ll do what is necessary to save some souls.”

“First Goldulin and the east. Now they start to invade the western continent…” mumbled Cora, then continued to verbalize her thoughts while looking at Reyvan’s face: “They’ll probably not stop there and pursue to spread their dominion’s chain over the sea, won’t they?”

Reyvan’s visage got severe, yet sanguine, as he answered his first helmsman:

“We are the Wanderers of SajaRuun. We are the sea! And no-one but us shall rule over the sea.”

By: Dawn2069MS

Sarissa came back from the land of overwhelming pleasure and slowly regained her consciousness. She still had the remnants of her unbelievably intense orgasm clouding her mind, making all of her body feel tingly and hot. The first sound she was able to hear was the clacking of hooves accompanied by an odd sensation of floating, somehow. Sarissa slowly opened her eyes. After some moments of focusing and trying to cope with the situation she was in, the naked maid recognized Rhyeesh’s smiling face looking down upon her. The first glimmer of fear sparking up somewhere in Sarissa’s mind was quickly extinguished by the pleasant memory of her orgasm.

The young woman finally realized what was happening. She was resting on Rhyeesh’s strong arms, comfortably, and got carried through the dimly lit cathedral. Upon recognizing the situation, Sarissa looked about, trying to see where Rhyeesh was carrying her. Before the naked maid was able to ask what was going on, Rhyeesh addressed her in a soft voice.

“Welcome back, my dear. That was a pretty intense orgasm you had. I’m curious to see you – and feel you – suffering through the next one.”

Rhyeesh smiled lasciviously. She knew that Sarissa wasn’t able to resist her any more. After draining their essence, as well as their blood, her victims craved to having more of her delicious orgasmic cocktail of pleasure.

“Ready for another round?” purred Rhyeesh.

Sarissa gazed at Rhyeesh’s face and nodded like in a trance. She wanted her, wanted to feel more of the demoness’ touches and caressing. Right now she would do anything to be taken by Rhyeesh.

Sarissa’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted as Rhyeesh stopped walking and slowly guided the young maid to stand on her own feet again. The demoness carefully positioned Sarissa in front of her then closed in on the needy woman and started to kiss her dearly. Sarissa lifted herself on the tip of her toes and leaned in to the demoness’ passionate kiss, moans of lust and satisfaction filling the room as both women hugged and kissed each other. Rhyeesh slowly withdrew her lips from the maid’s, moved her mouth to Sarissa’s ear and whispered:

“I have a gift for you.”

Before Sarissa was able to reply, she felt her hand being grabbed and moved to the demoness’ nether regions, where the flat-footed woman felt the shape of something she hadn’t expected there. The maid was startled upon feeling Rhyeesh’s erect cock, but then stepped back a bit to get visual confirmation of what she had just felt with her fingers. Sarissa couldn’t believe her eyes at first. She had never seen a cock on a woman in her life before. Its girth and length was impressive; larger than a human man’s penis, but without any scrotum and balls. However, it felt real, it looked real, and Sarissa felt an urge to feel and taste it rising within her.

Rhyeesh recognized that the aroused young woman was gazing at her phallus. She was pleased about the maid’s reaction and smiled, knowing exactly about Sarissa’s current urge and needs. She slowly moved her hand to the the maid’s blushed face and gently pushed her chin upwards until Sarissa’s eyes locked onto her own.

“Hey, I’m up here darling,” purred a smiling Rhyeesh.

“You want to play with it, don’t you?”

Sarissa looked down at Rhyeesh’s magnetic phallus again and blushed even more than before. She imagined being penetrated by the demoness’ large cock, feeling every inch of it slide inside her and stretch her insides. The heat between her legs increased with every second, or at least it felt alike. The maid’s eyes wandered upward to Rhyeesh’s face again, taking the time to eyeball every part of the demoness’ body. Sarissa swallowed; her heart was beating fast as she finally found the courage to reply to Rhyeesh’s question, her voice quivering with arousal.

“I … no, this is not right. … I can’t … I mean.”

Sarissa’s eyes jumped between Rhyeesh’s cock and face.

“I … uhm … want to feel you … inside me. … uhm … please?”

Rhyeesh smiled lasciviously again. She moved her lips to Sarissa’s ear and whispered.

“Your voice is so cute when you are aroused. Well, your wish shall be granted. I will impale you on my beautiful cock and fuck your brains out until you have orgasm after orgasm. There’s just one condition you need to accept before I take all of you, my dear.”

Directly after having spoken, Rhyeesh moved toward the stone altar next to her and flopped backwards onto it. Sarissa was astonished watching the succubus’ graceful moves on her hooves. She also adored the sight of Rhyeesh’s cock towering from the demoness’ nether regions.

“Earn your reward and make me cum. Then this pretty cock is all yours, my dear.”

Rhyeesh grinned. She enjoyed playing with her victims, giving them the illusion of being in control over a situation, or seemingly letting them make choices where none were available. It was a game of manipulation and lust, domination and submission. It was a game Rhyeesh was an expert in.

Sometimes Rhyeesh’s victims were unexpectedly creative. It was a random element of surprise, an action the demoness hadn’t anticipated, or even expected. One of those surprises was Sarissa’s act to earn her reward. Rhyeesh had expected to receive a hand-job or even a blow-job from the maid, but Sarissa climbed on the altar and positioned herself in a 69-position over the surprised demoness. After lowering herself until her breasts and belly rested on Rhyeesh’s, Sarissa grabbed the shaft of the demoness’ cock and started to lick over the swollen glans with her wet tongue.

“Hmmm, that’s my girl,” purred Rhyeesh before grabbing Sarissa’s butt-cheeks with both of her hands and pulling her loins down towards her mouth. The moment Rhyeesh started her assault on the maid’s vulva, Sarissa squealed and lost focus on her task of licking her lover’s cockhead. Sarissa’s clit was still highly sensitive. Being orally stimulated after just having had a such intense orgasm felt amazing. The maid moaned aloud due to the intense sensation and her loins started to gyrate nearly automatically. After a few moments, Rhyeesh paused her oral cajoling and protested:

“You’re supposed to make me cum, girl.”

It was hard for Sarissa to re-focus on Rhyeesh’s cock. She tried to continue licking the demoness’ glans, but repeatedly got interrupted by her own groans of uncontrolled pleasure.

Rhyeesh know exactly that her victim was struggling to keep her focus. Feeling Sarissa’s wet tongue caressing her cockhead felt good, but Rhyeesh quickly came to the point where she wanted more from the maid than just getting her glans teased. While the lewd maid gave Rhyeesh a mediocre blow-job with muffed moans, the succubus continued to lick her moistening vulva and slowly moved both of her hands off of Sarissa’s butt cheeks. Her hands slid up the sides of her chest until they reached the maid’s breasts. After teasing the maid’s hard nipples with her fingers, Rhyeesh’s hands wandered over her cleavage to the back of Sarissa’s head.

Without any warning, Rhyeesh grabbed Sarissa’s head and pushed it down toward her loins, forcing the surprised maid to unexpectedly swallow nearly all of the demoness’ cock. Sarissa gagged hard upon the invading length; she never had taken a penis that deep into her throat. She struggled to push herself up with her hands, but her attempt was no match for the supernatural strength of Rhyeesh. A few seconds after being pushed down, Rhyeesh moved the maid’s head up and withdrew her cock from the flexing throat of her gagging and coughing victim. Before Sarissa was able to respond to the succubus’ harsh sex-play, Rhyeesh pushed her head down again and lifted her loins upwards a bit, forcing the naked woman – now torn between the rising oral pleasure between her legs and the cock invading her throat – to swallow all of her cock’s length until Sarissa’s chin touched her pubis. She then lifted the maid’s head up again, just to ram her phallus back into her throat, then again, and again … and again.

Every time Rhyeesh was immersing her erect cock into the maid’s gullet, she felt an orgasmic sensation rise up within her with every thrust of her loins. Sarissa still struggled against the demoness’ forceful guidance. Her eyes were already tear-stained and her saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth. She gagged again and again due to the relentlessly invading dick. The troubled maid was unable to cope with the bizarre situation. The heat between her legs was rising with every stroke of Rhyeesh’s skillful tongue, quickly driving the needy maid to the edge of an orgasm.

Rhyeesh felt the rise of Sarissa’s lustfulness. It fueled her own pleasure in addition to the intense sensation of face-fucking the maid. She had complete control over her victim’s orgasm. Right now, she held Sarissa on the brink of having her climax, denying her the so much needed orgasm as long as she saw fit. A few more thrusts of Rhyeesh’s loins were enough to push the demoness over the edge. Rhyeesh came, hard. While pushing Sarissa’s head down until all of her throbbing cock vanished into the maid’s throat, Rhyeesh started to groan and shoot rope after rope of white, sticky semen into Sarissa’s belly. Meanwhile, the gagging maid was also allowed to finally have her climax, together with Rhyeesh. Sarissa’s body quivered and tensed as she got ravaged by her orgasm. She wanted to groan aloud, but wasn’t able due to Rhyeesh’s cock filling all of her mouth and throat. While the demoness’ tongue and lips were still locked on the maid’s quivering wet vulva and Sarissa’s throat was still impaled on Rhyeesh’s dick, the bodies of both women lounged with pleasure and rubbed against each other in a cacophony of orgasmic moans.

Rhyeesh’s mind was filled with orgasmic pleasure and the longing for more. She still wasn’t satisfied, and her hunger for more was as present as ever. However, the orgasm she was just having was different. There was a spark of foreign pleasure tingling in the back of her head, forming into sudden flashy and blurry images and emotions. Rhyeesh was unsure from where or whom they came. The actual essence-fueled mixture of Sarissa’s and her own lust wasn’t beneficial to exploring more details.

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Kyaara sucked and licked her horse’s cock relentlessly, greedily, driven by an insatiable hunger for more white animal nectar. Her lips were stretched wide to enable the large horse cock to glide into her mouth and throat. While stroking Seriso’s hard member with her one hand, her other one massaged her own rock-hard cock which had grown beyond it’s normal girth and length. Kyaara desperately wanted to cum, and it felt like she would soon be able to achieve her release. Muffled groans of hungry pleasure erupted from under Seriso’s belly. The trained animal made some steps forward, suddenly forcing more of its cock into Kyaara’s already stuffed throat. She gagged hard upon the sudden thrust, but continued to suck hungrily on her horse’s phallus. Kyaara’s senses were all overloaded with sexual pleasure; the strong scent of Seriso’s genital area, the taste of his cum and precum, the look of the horse’s large penis, and nonetheless the feeling of being so close to yet another much needed orgasm.

It didn’t take long until Kyaara succeeded in pushing Seriso over the edge to another animalistic climax. The horse neighed in excitement as it started to shoot huge loads of horse cum out of its throbbing cock. The ejaculation of Seriso’s second in-a-row orgasm was much more forceful than Kyaara had expected. The first surge of cum filled her gullet and throat nearly instantly, then the white nectar started to spurt out of her nostrils and the corners of her mouth. The amount of cum was way too much for Kyaara. She was able to gulp down a small portion of the massive load, but the next surge of cum from Seriso’s cock forced Kyaara to release it from her overflowing mouth. Kyaara gagged and coughed due to all of the cum shooting into her mouth and throat while a large rope of cum shot out of the animal cock and splashed onto the elf’s face.

Kyaara looked messy and devastated. She coughed and panted heavily, yet tried to lick up and gulp down as much horse cum as possible. The white sticky liquid dripped down from her face, covered her bare breasts, and pooled in between them, partially mixing with the blood of her wounds. She had started to stroke her own enlarged cock as Seriso stopped ejaculating. Though Kyaara felt satisfied for a short time after drinking her horse’s cum, she soon realized that she still wasn’t able to have her own still much needed orgasm. She somehow felt more energized from swallowing the cum, but it soon was clear to her that she only would have true salvation from cumming herself.

“Hmm-god no … it won’t stop. My body, so hot … so needy.”

Kyaara’s voice was trembling – a mixture of lustfulness, despair, and helplessness. Her mind was clouded with the surreal urge to release herself. The question of where those emotions and feeling came from and why they were tormenting her were of no importance right now; the only goal Kyaara had was to have an orgasm. Kyaara wrapped both of her hands around her still hard cock and tried to masturbate again. The feeling of being close to a climax was still ever present. She felt it building up in her balls, felt it entangling her mind. It was spreading out into all of her body, making her feel hot and ever needy.

It was pure torture for poor Kyaara, a frustrating rollercoaster of rising pleasure and orgasmic denial. She was able to pleasure her own cock, but could not make herself cum now. Additionally, working her hands over her overstimulated cock soon resulted in an odd painful sensation. Soon, just touching her own cock would result in more pain than pleasure.

Kyaara slowly stopped pleasuring herself and hung her head. She started to sob, unable to bare the tormenting situation anymore. Tears began to rush into her eyes, then dropped down into the pool of blood and horse cum between Kyaara’s legs. She was desperate, feeling broken and defeated. She tried to think about something different, something which would be able to calm her down a bit, but her tainted thoughts continued to circle around her need to cum. It fueled the surreal urge within her.

Still kneeling under Seriso, digging her fingers into the moistened dirt between her thighs, Kyaara looked off to the side at the dead Plain Seeker and at her still unconscious sister. Suddenly, a thought jolted to her mind, powerful, driven by pure instinct, feeling like a lightning strike.

» Fuck her. «

Kyaara caught her breath. She gazed at Tianna, letting her eyes wander over her sister’s voluptuous body.

» Fuck her. «

» No. She’s my sister. «

» She’s the only one capable of satisfying the urge. «

» God no, I’ve violated her once. I … mustn’t do it again. «

» Fuck her pussy. It will feel good. It will help. «

» She’s innocent. No. «

» She’s available. Yes. «

» Fuck her. I need to fuck her … Now. «

Kyaara hadn’t noticed that she had crawled toward her sister while struggling with her own thoughts. She knelt besides Tianna, looking down on her, gazing at her exposed and still cum-smeared breasts, feeding on her sister’s look. Tianna was lying on her cloak. Her white attire had gotten a bit dirty due to the recent set of actions, such as getting thrown off the horse. Kyaara recognized anew how well Tianna’s white corset, gloves and stockings complemented her natural light skin color, as well as the curves of her elven body. Even now, as Tianna was lying unconscious in front of Kyaara, she was radiating an aura of innocence paired with a certain level of attraction, even to her own sister Kyaara.

Driven by her lust-tainted instinct, Kyaara grabbed the front of Tianna’s thong and ripped it away from her loins, exposing her sister’s vulva. Kyaara felt her heartbeat rising as she denuded her sister’s nether regions. She grabbed both of Tianna’s knees and guided her thighs apart. Like an animal in heat, she moved her head down between Tianna’s thighs and nosed the sweet scent of her sister’s private parts.

» I still don’t know how you taste down there, sister. «

Kyaara’s thoughts were instantly followed by action. She stuck out her tongue, shoved it in between Tianna’s labia, and let it glide through her vulva until she reached its tip. While placing an intense kiss on her sister’s clitoris, Kyaara recognized that her sister’s body was somehow responding to her oral cajoling; she moaned a bit, silently but unconsciously. Crawling on all fours, the lust-driven Blade-Dancer positioned herself over her sister, her body trembling, panting in ecstatic anticipation of shoving her aching and needy cock into Tianna’s vagina.

Kyaara hesitated at first; she was still struggling with herself whether what she was going to do was right or wrong. However, as she felt the tip of her cock touch her sister’s labia, Kyaara was no longer able to hold herself back and pushed her cock into her sister’s pussy. The sensation of entering her sister’s vagina was much more intense and relieving than Kyaara had expected. The girth of her enlarged phallus spread Tianna’s labia wide and slowly filled all of her love tunnel. While hungrily pushing her loins forward and moaning in relief, Kyaara slowly lowered her chest until the hard nipples of her horse-cum-stained breasts touched her sister’s. Shortly before Kyaara was able to insert all of her grown phallus’ length into her sister’s vagina, she felt the tip of her cock touch the end of Tianna’s opening. The jolt of pain caused by the sudden impact of Kyaara’s glans on her sister’s cervix caused Tianna to abruptly snap back into consciousness and open her eyes, gazing at her big sister in disbelief.

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Energized by the sudden flash of foreign lustful emotions, Rhyeesh released Sarissa from her grip, allowing the maid to withdraw from Rhyeesh’s still throbbing and spurting cock. While the young maid still coughed and gagged due to the massive load of semen poured into her mouth and throat, Rhyeesh guided Sarissa to remain on top of the altar while she slightly rolled to the side, sat upright, and got up from the altar stone. Without saying another word, the demoness gracefully moved to the lower end of the altar with clacking hoof steps, grabbed Sarissa’s legs, and pulled the surprised maid toward herself.

“Turn around on your back, lovely maid. I’m gonna fuck your brains out…” purred Rhyeesh.

The still horny maid obeyed, turning around and spreading her legs, inviting the demoness to fulfill her announcement. Rhyeesh dragged Sarissa’s body toward her until the maid’s butt reached the edge of the altar. Having her in this position allowed Rhyeesh to comfortably penetrate her sex toy while standing at the lower end of the stone. Without further ado, the succubus roughly shoved her hard and throbbing cock into the maid’s vagina. The sudden sensation of her labia being spread by the swollen glans of the demoness’ cock forced a loud lustful groan out of the maid’s mouth. A series of deeper moans followed as Rhyeesh started to rhythmically shove her demon cock back and forth, grinding all of Sarissa’s insides while massaging both of her tits and nipples with her hands.

Sarissa was soon engulfed in an overwhelming experience of being relentlessly fucked, feeling a large cock filling all of her pussy again and again and again. It got even better for the maid as she felt Rhyeesh’s demon tail slowly pushing into her anus, quickly joining the pleasure-giving rhythm of sexual intercourse. Sarissa had wrapped her legs around Rhyeesh’s loins; her mind was clouded by the raw and intense sensation of being taken in a way she had never dreamed of before. It did not take long until she felt another orgasm crawling through the insides of her body and mind.

“Oh-god … cumming, I’m cumming again!” moaned Sarissa, nearly screaming.

Moments later, her body began to tense as the predicted climax ravaged through her body, essence, and mind. Rhyeesh felt the flush of orgasmic power within the maid. It was yet another fragment of her feast, like a series of appetizers slowly driving her to the grand finale. The demoness didn’t stop grinding her victim’s pussy; she continued fucking Sarissa, slowly working herself to her own orgasm.

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It took a few moments until Tianna recognized what was happening. The pain between her legs was real. The pressure of her sister’s body was real. The smell of cum, beast, and blood was real. Her violation was real, the whole bizarre situation. Tianna tried to somehow resist her sister’s sexual assault on her, but quickly realized that she had not much to counter against her big sister’s strength. Kyaara had already pinned down her wrists to the sides of head with her hands, but did not move her loins so far. She just had penetrated her inside walls, filled her up, and remained in this position.

Tianna looked up in her big sister’s eyes; frightened, shocked, and still in disbelief of what was just happening. She felt Kyaara’s breath on her face and her breasts resting on her own as well as the warmth of Kyaara’s loins on hers.

“Sister … please … what are you doing?” whimpered Tianna while gazing into Kyaara’s eyes.

The instinct-driven Blade-Dancer did not respond at first; she just continued to pant in silence, to feel her little sister’s vaginal muscles flex and tense because of her penetration.

“Kyaara … it hurts,” sobbed Tianna, “it’s not you, sister … fight it, please.”

“I … c-can’t …” Kyaara’s voice was trembling, strained.

She was still fighting with herself, fighting the surreal urge and instinct which was driving her.

“Forgive me …” were Kyaara’s last words as she started moving her hips.

Feeling her sister’s insides was more than relieving for Kyaara. She was sure that fucking her was the only way of gaining salvation from her tormenting urge. She had no problems restraining Tianna under her; her trained fighter body had enough strength left despite her still bleeding wounds. After a series of thrusts of her loins, Kyaara recognized that Tianna’s resistance slowly decreased. She was uncertain if Tianna was just coming to terms with her fate, or if there were other reasons.

Kyaara relished the feeling of her enlarged cock sliding into her sister’s vagina, the feeling of filling her up completely until her glans touched her sister’s cervix. Her thrusts were slow yet powerful. She was surprised that her sister’s vaginal muscles were massaging her cock, flexing and tensing.

Tianna was torn between trying to fully resist her big sister, and her body responding to the unusual large phallus invading her. The sheer size of Kyaara’s cock and the intensity of the penetrations slowly pushed the elven priestess to the point where the pain of the violation slowly morphed into some sort of bizarre pleasure. Tianna was sure that those feelings were infested, tainted by the wicked powers of the demoness who had caught her back then. However, the resistance to her big sister’s invasion, the corresponding feeling of shame and unbelief dimmed out, slowly, inexorable. Since the elven priestess quickly realized that there was no physical action she could do in order to counter her sister’s raping act, she did what her goddess Eletha had taught her – to endure.

Tianna looked up into Kyaara’s face, her eyes tear-stained, while tantalized moans of unmeant forbidden pleasure escaped from her mouth, joined in to the rhythm of her sister’s thrusts. What she saw in Kyaara’s eyes was primeval lust, paired with traces of doubt.

“Kyaara … hnnn … sister…” moaned Tianna.

“My womb … hmm-god … so deep. Your cock … hnnn … so big.”

The sensation of being completely filled by Kyaara’s enlarged cock was overwhelming for Tianna. The intensity of the penetration, the heat emanating from her sister’s cock – it was wrong, yet it all started to feel good, a bizarre sort of good, tainted somehow. A few of her sister’s thrusts later, Tianna felt that she was being rhythmically pushed toward an orgasm. She was shocked that her body reacted in this manner, it was her big sister after all. She tried to address Kyaara again.

“Hmmm … by Eletha, no … please, Kyaara, I’m cumming from Kyaara’s cock …”

“Kiss me…” commanded Kyaara as she lowered her head and pressed her lips onto her sister’s.

Tianna endured and obeyed. She parted her lips and gave in to her sister’s kiss. Kyaara continued to thrust her hips and shove her cock in and out of Tianna’s pussy with vigor. It didn’t take long untill the violated priestess was pushed over the edge to her forced climax. All of her body quivered and tensed as she tried to endure the intense orgasm delivered by Kyaara’s fucking. Tianna groaned aloud. She was barely able to cope with the situation, still torn between the intense love to her big sister and a fading urge to fight against the violation.

While Tianna was suffering through her intense orgasm, Kyaara didn’t stop grinding her sister’s pussy; she continued fucking Tianna, slowly working herself to her own much needed climax.

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Rhyeesh’s ecstasy and lust grew and grew with every one of her loin thrusts. The sensation of feeling her cock being massaged so intensely by Sarissa’s pussy was unexpectedly strong in comparison to other situations where Rhyeesh was having sex with her victims in order to drain their essence.

While shoving her cock in and out of Sarissa’s vagina, Rhyeesh enjoyed massaging the young maid’s tender breasts or playfully pinching her hard nipples, forcing pleasure-stained squeals of lustful pain out of the maid.

“Kiss meee-oh god … cumming, I’m cumming again!” moaned Sarissa aloud as she reached her hand out towards the demoness.

Rhyeesh decided to be responsive to the cumming maid’s plea. She released her sensitive nipples, sending another jolt of lustful pain through Sarissa’s breasts, grabbed her butt-cheeks with both of her hands, and lifted the quivering woman from the altar stone. Sarissa barely had control over her limbs due to having another orgasm, but managed to hug Rhyeesh and wrap her legs around the succubus’ waist. The sudden weight of Sarissa’s own body forced Rhyeesh’s cock deeper into the maid’s pussy, filling her out completely, pushing her orgasm to a new level of intensity. A cacophony of lustful moans had filled the abandoned cathedral. Both women’s lips were locked in a passionate kiss while Sarissa lounged her body against the demoness’. Rhyeesh continued to thrust her cock into the maid, racing towards her climax.

Moments before she went over the edge, the world around Rhyeesh seemed to blur away. It felt like she was being dragged towards a mind-blowing orgasm by an invisible force; it was much more powerful than anything the succubus had experienced so far.

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Tianna’s and Kyaara’s lips had joined in a passionate kiss. Tianna had meanwhile ceased to try to resist her big sisters actions; she had just given into Kyaara’s pleasure and instinct-driven mating attempt. The priestess felt defeated – again – and helpless; she had no more ideas how to seal herself off from the violation. In fact her own body betrayed her by having yet another billowing orgasm.

Kyaara was close to cumming herself. Feeling her sister’s soft inside walls flexing around her grown cock was more than satisfying; it felt like the only viable way to gain salvation from her demonic desire. Her thrusts were slow, luxurious, intense. She nearly withdrew all of her cock from Tianna’s pussy just to push it all back in until her pubis met with her sister’s. Every time her over-sensitive glans pushed against Tianna’s cervix, the orgasm-ridden priestess groaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain, and Kyaara joined in by moaning and panting due to her own incoming orgasm. Moments before Kyaara finally went over the edge, her heart suddenly started to beat fast within her chest and her mind started to go blank due to the sheer intensity of cumming into her beloved sister.

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Kyaara came. Hard.

Rhyeesh came. Hard.

 

 

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Her large cock was fully immersed into her sister’s vagina as Kyaara started to flood Tianna. The force of her ejaculation was strong enough to shoot her hot cum from the tip of her glans directly into Tianna’s womb. While Tianna moaned silently, suffering through her final orgasm, Kyaara nearly screamed in order to endure her extraordinary climax. She felt like being catapulted directly into the realm of pure pleasure. Her body and mind were instantly filled with orgasmic lustfulness. The scent of her sister, her moans of pleasure, the sensation of feeling Tianna’s breasts and nipples on hers; it all fueled Kyaara’s orgasm and held the corrupted elven fighter on this level of ecstasy for – it felt like – eternity. Kyaara’s eyes had rolled up back into her head. After being hold on the peak of her extended orgasm, after pumping more semen into her sister than her virgin womb was able to hold, after lots of Kyaara’s cum spurted out of Tianna’s vagina, and after screaming all of her heart out, the whole buildup in Kyaara’s cock and balls and all of the frustration which had tainted her mind for days got washed away, leaving nothing else than pure liberating satisfaction.

The exhaustion of her mind, as well as the still bleeding wounds from her fight with the Plain-Seeker, now took their toll. Kyaara collapsed into unconsciousness, her branded body resting nerveless and heavy on her little sister.

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Cumsplosion. Rhyeesh’s whole body quivered and tensed. The orgasm she was just having was overwhelming for the rather experienced demoness, and the flow of essence she was just draining had a much greater force than normal. Rhyeesh looked into the maid’s eyes as she came. There was something like a reflection, or maybe just a flashing image rushing into the succubus’ mind’s eye. It was Kyaara, that she was sure of, and she was also having an intense orgasm, at least it was what she felt while cumming hard.

Rhyeesh hadn’t planned to harvest all of Sarissa’s essence, but nearly an instant after seeing Kyaara’s image, the demoness found herself having her elongated fangs buried deep into Sarissa’s neck, sucking the potent melange of blood and essence out of her victim. She acted as if she was in a trance while still cumming harder and longer than ever in her life before.

Sarissa’s mind was floating in a stream of overwhelming pleasure. Feeling Rhyeesh’s body, smelling her sweet exotic scent, adoring the demoness’ unearthy appearance, it was more than she could handle, yet everything the young maid had ever dreamt of. The experience she just had surpassed everything she had felt so far, and it probably would surpass everything she would feel ever again. Sarissa felt a deep and intense connection pulsing between herself and Rhyeesh; she was happy, feeling safe and protected. Right now, she wanted to be with the attractive succubus forever. The moment Rhyeesh immersed her vampiric fangs into her flesh, Sarissa’s mind got struck by an intense emotion; it was love, pure and real love for the one she was together with right now, for Rhyeesh.

» I’m yours, my lovely Rhyeesh. « was what waved from Sarissa to the demoness, a strong, powerful and unforeseen emotion. Rhyeesh felt how the maid’s mind and soul slowly get entangled by a forceful stream of demonic magic power which dimmed the glowing flame of life pulsing within the maid.

Sarissa’s body suddenly started to tremble. All of her bodily muscles flexed and tensed hard. As the young maid had yet another huge climax, she suddenly cried out in pleasure and pain, then her body relaxed and her voice went silent.

Sarissa did not feel any pain, nor did she suffer from unpleasant emotions. Feeling as she was in the midst of utter satisfaction and happiness, her last conscious thought was that she finally had reached true love, and there was nothing more she needed to have. Sarissa’s thoughts vanished into unconsciousness; the unconsciousness blended over into naught.

Rhyeesh’s fangs were still locked onto the maid’s neck. The ecstatic sensation of draining Sarissa’s life essence was still clouding Rhyeesh’s mind, but started to fade slowly during the sweet aftermath of her orgasm. Silence filled the abandoned cathedral. A short while after Rhyeesh’s essence harvesting, the demoness withdrew her mouth from Sarissa’s neck, leaving a pair of small bloody holes. The succubus shook her head in disbelief. She hadn’t intended to drain Sarissa’s essence completely, yet she looked down and saw the pale body of the young maid, resting lifeless on her arms.

Rhyeesh still felt Sarissa’s thoughts and emotions; they glowed like the remaining sparks of a dying camp fire. The love she had felt within the maid and which was still waving through her mind; it felt good, yet dissembling.

» Oh no … Sarissa … I didn’t want to … « Rhyeesh’s thoughts came to a halt. She looked into the maid’s peaceful looking face while still holding her in her arms.

“I’m sorry … ” whispered Rhyeesh as she placed a soft kiss on Sarissa’s forehead and placed her lifeless body on the altar stone.

She had never expected to lose control over her appetite in such a drastic manner. Recalling what had just happened, she realized that it was her connection to the elven sisters, especially to Kyaara, the bond she had initiated over a week ago at this very same place, which had now been completely established. Rhyeesh felt charged, able to call upon all of her powers, though the burden of having killed Sarissa against her own intent rested heavy on her shoulders. However, a part of Sarissa had now become a part of herself. It was one of the major side effects of completely draining essence; it’s what Rhyeesh felt deep within her. After some time of finding back to herself again, Rhyeesh finally got herself ready.

“I know where you are, Kyaara.” whispered Rhyeesh to herself. “I’m coming for you …”

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A strand of glistening saliva stretched between Sarissa’s and Rhyeesh’s lips as the demoness withdrew her mouth from the maid’s. She looked into the puzzled woman’s eyes and grinned. Sarissa was panting, and her face was blushed due to her high state of arousal. She felt shaky and hot. She gazed into the succubus’ yellow eyes, almost lost to her mesmerizing presence and appearance. Her eyes widened as she became aware of Rhyeesh’s long demonic tongue flickering over the demoness’ lips, picking up the remains of their mixed-up saliva. Rhyeesh gently placed her left hand on the young maid’s right cheek and whispered:

“Look at my tongue, the length of it, the forked tip. Imagine the pleasure you could experience, the sensation when it reaches parts of you body no human tongue can touch.”

Before Sarissa was able to respond, Rhyeesh moved her left hand to the lower back of the maid’s head, her fingers buried deep into her hair, and continued kissing her prey dearly. As the succubus extended her long tongue and started to explore the insides of Sarissa’s mouth, the young woman squealed with surprise and tried to pull her head away, but the demoness held her fast. With her arms still bound behind her back, Sarissa could do nothing but endure the strange yet sizzling sensation of Rhyeesh’s oral cajoling. The maid’s moans of pleasure were repeatedly interrupted by cute squeals of surprise every time the demonic tongue invading her mouth behaved unexpectedly or touched places she didn’t expect. Rhyeesh withdrew her lips anew from Sarissa’s mouth and started to lick over the side of the maid’s neck, nibbling on her ear every now and then, teasing yet another one of the woman’s erogenous zones. Rhyeesh felt the constantly growing arousal of her victim; her panting, her moaning, the way her body reacted almost involuntarily to the demoness’ stimulation.

“Hnnn, mhhh-god. More … no … hmm-yes … please,” groaned Sarissa with a quivering voice.

“The world of pleasure, it’s all yours,” Rhyeesh purred. “Embrace it … yesss.”

Rhyeesh continued to caress Sarissa’s soft skin with her wet lips and tongue, licking over her shoulders, neck, and throat, slowly working herself down to the maid’s cleavage. She moved her clawed hands to Sarissa’s chest and carefully pulled down the cups of her ruffled blouse, exposing her tender breasts. The young maid lounged her body due to the demoness’ tender touches and continued to moan with pleasure, her mind slowly submitting to her body’s longing.

After revealing the maid’s bosom, Rhyeesh didn’t hesitate to grab both of Sarissa’s breasts and tease both of her already hard nipples with the forked tip of her tongue, as well as sucking on them every now and then. Rhyeesh was surprised about the young woman’s unexpected intense reaction to having her nipples licked and sucked. Every touch made Sarissa groan aloud, made her body convulse to all of the succubus’ touches. She recognized that the maid’s panting got faster and her body started to tremble slightly. She released the young woman’s nipples from her tongue and lips, then grabbed each of them with her thumbs and index fingers and started to roll them in between.

“Hmmm-my, don’t tell me you’re cumming from having you nipples sucked…”

Rhyeesh smiled lasciviously. She was highly pleased about Sarissa’s reactions and her pleasure-tainted facial expression. The demoness had no intention of letting the young maid respond to her question. The moment Sarissa wanted to answer, Rhyeesh pressed her wet lips onto the maid’s and kissed her dearly again. Right after caressing her victim’s tongue with her own, Rhyeesh withdrew her lips and let the forked tip of her long tongue glide over Sarissa’s chin, throat and cleavage, just to start another assault on the maid’s sensitive nipples. She felt all of the maid’s muscles tense due to her incoming first orgasm. Sarissa blushed heavily; she started to pant and groan aloud and her body started to quiver due to the overwhelming wave of orgasmic pleasure. The moment she went over the edge, Rhyeesh sucked hard on one of the maid’s nipples while playfully pinching the other one with her fingers. She felt Sarissa’s climax ravaging through her very essence, fueling it with a bizarre melange of lasciviousness and neediness.

The succubus didn’t grant Sarissa much rest. While the young maid was still suffering through the sweetness of her orgasm’s aftermath, Rhyeesh grabbed her victim’s thighs and pushed them upward until her knees nearly touched her shoulders, forcing her legs to spread wide, revealing all of Sarissa’s moistened-but-clothed nether regions. With some skilled moves and using two of the leather straps which formerly held the maid’s legs in bondage, Rhyeesh secured the panting woman’s knees in this revealing position by attaching the leather straps to the ones already binding Sarissa’s upper arms. The maid had neither the strength nor the will to resist the demoness’ doing; she was still feeling her orgasm slowly fading away, but also felt that her body and mind longed for more.

Sarissa recognized her pubis bulging under her gray-white pants due to the extreme position of her thighs. She saw Rhyeesh’s face appearing directly over her nether regions, grinning lasciviously, licking her own lips with her demonic tongue. As Rhyeesh carefully placed her fingers onto her pants, applying gentle pressure on her needy vulva, Sarissa’s body winced with pleasure and she moaned due to the arousing Sensation.

Rhyeesh gently kissed and licked over the insides of Sarissa’s thighs, skillfully avoiding to touch the maid’s vulva and pants. The demoness enjoyed playing with her victim. The unintentional lounging of her quivering body, the blushed face, the timbre of her highly aroused voice, it all fueled Rhyeesh’s lust and desires. The succubus was pleased with Sarissa’s reactions; the teasing of her flickering tongue forced a series of cute squeals out of the maid. Looking directly into the young woman’s eyes, Rhyeesh addressed her pleasure toy anew:

“Now look at that. You just came from your nipples being sucked, and you’re still so needy.”

Rhyeesh placed a soft kiss on Sarissa’s moistened pants and continued:

“Hmmm, yes. Your juices, so sweet and tasty. Think about how it would feel to have all of them licked up by me … by this luscious tongue of mine. Here, let me show you how needy your body really is.”

The demoness carefully grabbed the moistened fabric of Sarissa’s pants and pulled it down a bit, just enough for the maid’s hard clitoris to be revealed. Sarissa winced at first due to the sizzling sensation of the fabric of her pants gliding over her most sensitive parts, but had no chance but to endure it. Rhyeesh gazed at the maid’s revealed pubis and her clit; her pubic hair had a natural brown tone and it was party trimmed. Though being a human of the lower status, the young woman apparently set value on having clean nether regions. Sarissa’s clitoris was a little bit larger than an ordinary human woman’s, and it was party revealed from under its hood due to its hardness. Rhyeesh licked over her own lips upon recognizing the appealing shape of the maid’s clit, then gently placed her index finger above it and carefully pulled back the tiny hood of flesh until it was completely exposed. Sarissa moaned and squealed slightly because of the succubus toying around with her most sensitive spot. She was barely able to endure the demoness’ teasing. The sensation of her needy clit being completely exposed, as well as the anticipation of how it would feel to be stimulated by Rhyeesh, made the you woman pant and moan.

“Oh my, what a beautiful diamond in the midst of all of this wetness. What should I do with it, hmmm? Give it a good licking? Or shall I nibble on it with my teeth? Or just suck at it as hard as I can?”

Rhyeesh adored playing with her victims. The accent of her voice was a mixture of purring and evil laughter. All of those questions she asked were lapsed of course; they were only asked to further tease Saraissa.

The maid tried to focus on answering Rhyeesh’s questions, but the only thing she was able to voice was one word, enclosed by a series of trembling moans of overwhelming pleasure:

“P-please! … “

“Please … what?” Rhyeesh responded with amusement.

“Please … your tongue.” Sarissa quivered.

“Tell me, what should I do with my tongue?

The grin on Rhyeesh’s face spoke of evil satisfaction. The sweet sound of the corrupted girl’s voice was another perfect appetizer for her feast. In anticipation of Sarissa’s answer, the demoness prepared herself to drive the maid to yet another orgasm.

“Oh god … please … wanna feel you tongue. Please … kiss me, lick me, take me … all of me … “

“Good girl.” purred Rhyeesh. “Here’s what you crave for.”

Rhyeesh closed her lips around Sarissa’s swollen clit and started to suck on it hard. This new wave of lust forced yet another loud squeal out of the maid and involuntarily made her loins lean in to the demoness’ intense kiss. Being able to see all of Rhyeesh’s doing due to the extreme position of her legs, as well as feel the demoness’ slithering tongue and wet lips, made Sarissa completely submit herself to her new mistress. The sensation she was experiencing right now was far from what the young maid had experienced so far, and it didn’t take long for her to go over the edge and surrender to yet another intense orgasm. As Rhyeesh felt the second climax ravage through her victim’s body and mind, she ripped away the juice-soaked pants, extended her vampiric teeth, and closed her lips all around Sarissa’s vulva, her teeth piercing into the still orgasming woman’s pubic skin.

Sarissa suddenly screamed. It was no scream of pain, but a scream of pure and uncontrolled pleasure. The sensation of Rhyeesh’s teeth piercing through the skin of her nether regions catapulted the climaxing maid onto a whole new level of lustfulness. It felt like the intensity of the orgasm Sarissa was having right now suddenly got duplicated. While her overstimulated clit was still sucked, she felt Rhyeesh’s flickering tongue grow and enter her vagina, slowly filling all of her insides. The world around Sarissa blurred. The only sensation remaining was her unbelievable intense orgasm, violently ravaging through her mind, her body, through all of herself. She wasn’t able to see anything anymore; her eyes had rolled up into the back of her head. Her body was nothing more but the sum of all of her desires, trembling and tensing. Her screams of overwhelming pleasure slowly faded until her breach caught. The moment Sarissa was sure that she wasn’t able to endure this mind-blowing orgasm any more, Rhyeesh let the forked tip of her demonic tongue push through Sarissa’s cervix, sending another jolt of pleasure-stained pain through her overwhelmed victim’s body and mind, doubling the orgasm’s intensity yet again. Unable to endure her ongoing climax any more, the overwhelmed maid started to faint, as Rhyeesh feasted on the pleasure-stained essence of her victim.

The situation changed in an instant, as the heavy wooden doors of the abandoned cathedral suddenly slammed open. Both women winced due to the sudden loud noise, whereupon Sarissa continued to fade into unconsciousness, and Rhyeesh spun around to face whoever was intervening with her breakfast.

The figure she was able to recognize was that of a male elf. He was wearing light-grayish robes; he apparently was bald but gray-bearded. It was an elder elf – that Rhyeesh was sure of. The elder elf was holding a staff in his hands, not like he would carry a walking stick, but more like a weapon. Rhyeesh’s yellow eyes flashed in the dim light of the cathedral room as the stranger addressed her with a powerful voice:

“Begone, Kazdruk! This woman is not yours to claim!”

Rhyeesh felt pissed. She was angry about two things. One thing was that the elven stranger had interrupted her breakfast, and the other thing was that she had been too immersed in playing with Sarissa and therefor hadn’t recognized his approach. While rising to her hooves and looking at the elder elf, she silently conjured her dark magic and responded to her opponent with a calm yet wrathful voice:

“As a priest of Eletha, that frozen wannabe goddess of your kin, you should know how rude it is to interrupt ones rituals, old man.”

Rhyeesh had recognized the elder elf’s robes the moment he had entered the cathedral. The ornaments and colors were the same as the ones on Tianna’s robes. After standing up and turning towards the intruder, the demoness’ dark magic had manifested in two amorphous vortexes of dark energy appearing in both of her palm. While gazing at the elder priest, Rhyeesh recognized that the old elf’s eyes seemed to glow a bit in the dim light of the room as he responded to her insult:

“How dare you to speak about goddess Eletha in this manner. I’ll teach you a lesson for speaking out this aspersion. Release this hostage now and be gone, demon!”

The moment the old priest started to make a step forward, Rhyeesh released the two dark magic vortexes from her palms and sent them shooting toward the elder elf, who abruptly came to a halt and remained motionless. The succubus slowly walked towards her opponent, gracefully criss-crossing her steps, satisfied that her paralyze spell seemed to have grounded on the old priest. After approaching the elf, Rhyeesh smirked at him and spoke with a ridiculing voice:

“Well, well, well. It seems your goddess has failed to protect her servant, hasn’t she?”

What then happened came as a complete surprise to Rhyeesh. She had acted on the assumption that her opponent had been paralyzed, but the elder priest’s left hand suddenly darted forward and grabbed her throat with an unexpectedly powerful choke-hold. The demoness had completely underestimated her opponent, his speed and his strength, and looked surprised due to the situation getting out of her control. The elder priest’s eyes started to glow with a blue-white color, as he answered with a deep and angry voice:

“I am Ormond, high-priest and living weapon of Eletha, goddess of the North.”

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“More cum …” murmured Kyaara, as she slowly lifted her head from her sister’s belly and sat up.

While staring at Seriso’s crotch, she recognized the dark-skinned thick sheath between the horse’s rear legs, the housing of its penis, as well as his voluminous scrotum. Kyaara stood up, ignoring the lasting pain from her battle wounds, nestled to her horse’s cheek and caressed his muzzle again.

“My beautiful Seriso. Right now I’d give my right arm to know how to stimulate you properly. I’d take care of your … wait a moment.”

Kyaara stopped verbalizing her thoughts; she was talking to herself anyway. A sudden inspiration rushed into her mind. It was one of Rhyeesh’s statements, back then in the abandoned cathedral. She tried to remember the succubus’ words:

» What did she say? Your nectar of love is capable of much more than you can imagine. … Right! «

“Here, my boy. Here’s something you might like.”

Kyaara grabbed Seriso’s harness and guided his head down to her sister’s cum-stained chest, presenting the remains of her white nectar that partially had pooled between Tianna’s breasts. After a moment of hesitation and to the surprise of Kyaara, the horse started to lap the viscous liquid from the priestess’ chest and breasts. Kyaara smiled satisfied and commended Seriso by caressing his mane and patting the side of his neck. She was excited. She felt her heartbeat rise with anticipation. The still aroused elven woman had no idea if letting her horse eat her cum would have any effect, she just hoped that it would stimulate him enough to get a hard-on.

It didn’t take long till Seriso had sort of cleaned Tianna’s chest. He moved his nostrils to her face and nudged her cheek, neighing fidgety. Kyaara guided him a few steps away from her sister and continued caressing her animal companion with her touches. Recognizing that Seriso’s tail was wagging from one side to the other, the needy elven woman hunkered down at the side of her horse and was astonished by a sight to behold. She saw the leathery phallus of her horse erect from its prepuce, slowly exposing all of the shaft and the flared glans. The now exposed front half of Seriso’s penis had a slightly lighter skin color than its base and was partially spotted. After growing to more than the double of its length, the erect horse cock showed itself in all of its animalistic beauty, and drops of precum were already dripping from its tip. Kyaara felt stunned – almost intimidated – by gazing at the length of it, but she craved for touching the giant phallus, tasting it with her tongue, milking all of Seriso’s precious cum out of his large balls.

Kyaara patted the side of Seriso’s belly and slowly knelt down under the horse, positioning herself in font of its hard cock. The animal stood idle; Seriso was used to have Kyaara being so close. The level of trust between the two companions had more of a friendship than that of a horse/rider relationship. Seriso had curiously turned his head to look at his kneeling elven friend, neighing gently.

Excitement. Arousal. Fear. Doubt. Then again, overwhelming arousal. The emotional instinct-driven roller-coaster Kyaara was suffering through at the moment made all of her body tremble. She panted in anticipation of tasting her horse’s cock and cum. After a moment of hesitation, Kyaara slowly reached out her hand and tenderly wrapped her fingers around the light-skinned free body of the large phallus, the part in front of the preputial ring. The leathery skin was soft, slightly warm, and she felt the horse’s pulse pumping through the thick veins of the shaft. Seriso made some idle steps, but continued to remain calm and seemed to accept Kyaara’s touch. After placing her other hand on the underside of the dark-skinned part of the phallus, the rear half which remained covered by the inner lamina of the prepuce, Kyaara slowly moved her hand toward the horse’s massive balls. The stallion’s scrotum was not as pendulous as she had expected; it was held closer to the abdomen. Its skin was soft and pliable with a greasy texture. Kyaara moaned softly while fondling Seriso’s balls with her fingers, then slowly moved her hand back to the phallus’ shaft and grabbed it has good as possible.

The intense scent of her horse’s genital region was overwhelming. The steadily growing lust within herself and the surreal craving for fresh cum drove Kyaara almost mad. Without further hesitation, she moved her other hand to the dripping tip of the horse-cock and smeared its precum all over the glans and the shaft in front of the preputial ring. Gazing at the now slightly lubricated tip of the cock, Kyaara moved her precum-stained fingers to her lips. Kyaara stuck out her tongue and licked her fingers, relishing the animal’s precum. The taste of it was intoxicating, and it aroused her even more. She felt her heartbeat pulsing through the veins of her cock, and her erection grew even stronger. She felt many sensations, pleasurable and painful alike, emanating from her cock and from deep within her.

Having grabbed Seriso’s shaft and glans with both of her hands, Kyaara started to gently stroke over the leathery and precum-lubricated skin, gazing at the massive phallus like in a trance. Touching her animal companion’s private parts excited Kyaara more and more. Her own cock felt heavy and as hard as never before in her life. Shortly after having begun to caress Seriso’s cock with her hands, she recognized a lot of precum dripping from the clearly visible urethra.

» Precious precum, hmmm … « thought Kyaara, as she stuck out her tongue.

The flavor of the viscous clear liquid was intense, a sweet yet salty melange of equine love juice. While continuing to stroke Seriso’s hard cock, Kyaara started to kiss and lick over the swollen glans, eagerly collecting every drop of precum her greedy tongue could pick up. After some minutes of teasing the horse’s glans with her flickering tongue, Kyaara wanted to feel Seriso’s cockhead in her throat. She opened her mouth and moved her head forward, taking all of the flared glans into her mouth. Her lips stretched wide as she swallowed the cockhead, filling all of her mouth with the delicious meat. Kyaara gagged slightly due to the massive glans pushing down her tongue and her uvula to the back of her throat, but the greed of her instinct-driven inner self made her ignore the gagging and continue to give her horse a blow-job. As soon as Seriso’s cockhead filled all of her mouth, Kyaara moved back a bit until the glans was barely covered by her wet lips, just to repeat swallowing it again … and again … and again.

Kyaara had no idea how long it would take to make her horse ejaculate. While eagerly working on the animal’s cockhead with her mouth and throat, she placed both of her hands on the preputial ring and continued to stroke the massive shaft. After some minutes of sucking off her companion, Kyaara recognized that the Horse’s tail started wagging from one side to the other again. Seconds afterwards, she was surprised and overwhelmed by a huge surge of horse cum, shooting into her mouth and throat with an unexpected high force. Kyaara’s attempt to gulp all of the white liquid was futile, as a second huge surge of horse cum unexpectedly filled all of Kyaara’s mouth, spurting out from between her lips and out of her nostrils. She withdrew her mouth from the sputtering cockhead, gagging and coughing, overwhelmed by the large amount of cum Seriso had just shot into her mouth, as well as the strong scent and taste of the horse’s white nectar.

Sprinkled with horse cum, sweat, and remains of her own cum, Kyaara moaned aloud while licking up and swallowing the sticky animal liquid. The level of her arousal was higher than ever before and she still felt like being in a pleasure-stained trance. While gazing at the still erected horse phallus, panting, feeling exhausted, Kyaara realized that she still wasn’t satisfied. Her inner demon still craved for more.

“Hmmm-god, no … someone … help me.” She still had to cough because of all of the cum.

“Need more … need cum … need to cum … ” panted Kyaara.

“Poor boy … still hard. Hmmm-yes, give me more cum … more cum, please.”

Seriso remained calm the whole time. He had made some small steps with his rear hooves, directly after having ejaculated, but continued to accept Kyaara’s touches and stimulation attempts. He sometimes curiously turned his head to look at his kneeling elven friend and neighed gently.

Kyaara’s mind was clouded with an instinctive primeval hunger which clouded all of the elf’s mind. She didn’t realize what was going on around her. The remaining fragments of thoughts about her sister Tianna, as well as their surroundings, where overlain by massive waves of pre-orgasmic pleasure which ravaged throughout her. She even failed to notice the unhealthy amount of blood she was loosing due the wounds she had gained while fighting with the Plain Seeker.

There was no time to lose. After closing her cum-stained lips around Seriso’s cockhead again in order to suck him off yet another time, she released one of he hands from the horse’s shaft, moved it to her own enlarged hard dick, not noticing that it had grown larger than usual, and started to masturbate; her craving for her horse’s cum was already as powerful as her urge to cum on her own.

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Rhyeesh had completely underestimated the power of her opponent. The fact that Ormond had managed to resist the paralyzing effect of her dark magic spell, as well as his behavior facing a Kazdruk kinswoman, made him quite the dangerous enemy.

The succubus grabbed Ormond’s lower arm, the one he used to choke-hold her, and drove her clawed fingers deep into its flesh, forcing the elder elf to scream out and loosen his grip. The moment Rhyeesh managed to withdraw from his choke-hold, she disengaged from her opponent.

Though Rhyeesh was skilled in the art of melee combat, she had trained to wield dual weapons such as sickles or daggers. Fighting unarmed in close combat was something she tried to avoid; her arsenal of dark magical spells was much more efficient, but required a certain distance to her opponent. Having gained some distance between Ormond and herself, Rhyeesh quickly came to the conclusion that her opponent was a highly skilled fighter and capable of enduring or countering Kazdruk magic. However, being a succubus meant to have focused on pleasure-related magic, so she decided to plan fighting him using her succubus magic and powers, instead of engaging in physical combat.

Ormond was fast. His body movement and staff handling was much more powerful than one would expect from an elder elven priest. While Ryeesh disengaged from him, he managed to strike her several time with the tip of his staff, leaving a bunch of nasty looking marks on the demoness’ skin.

“You are no match for me!” Ormond called out with a triumphant voice.

Rhyeesh felt a deep, dark rage flashing to the surface of her mind. She suddenly remembered a scene from her youth where she got carried on a stranger’s shoulder and forced to join the violation of her mother. She remembered the helplessness, the fear, to be at this stranger’s mercy; she also remembered what the stranger had said to her, as any desperate attempt to free herself had been answered with painful blows in her rib cage. You are no match for me.

The words hammered through Rhyeesh’s mind like a thunderstorm. As she looked at Ormond from her crouching position, she got overwhelmed with a dark and deep urge to rip him apart. Her eyes seemed to flash in the dim light of the cathedral as she suddenly darted forward. The elder elf, surprised by Rhyeesh’s unexpected assault, tried to swing his staff horizontally to hinder the demoness’ approach, but quickly realized that his attempt to parry the incoming attack was too slow. During the fast yet graceful movement, the succubus spun her body around and dove between Ormond’s legs while sliding on her back. What then happened brought Ormond’s world to an abrupt halt.

The powerful impact of one of Rhyeesh’s hooves into his scrotum was devastating for the elder elf. The massive pain which suddenly jolted through his body forced all of his actions to a complete halt, forced the air out of his lungs, in a futile attempt to scream out loud. The only remaining constant was pain emanating from between his legs, paralyzing him completely. What remained of Ormond after falling to the ground was a whimpering picture of misery. His plan to rescue the human maid had failed.

Rhyeesh quickly moved herself inti a crouching position behind her opponent and took his neck into a choke-hold by herself, using her complete arm to strangle him. After moving her lips to one of Ormond’s ears, she whispered:

“What did you say? I’m no match for you?”

The demoness laughed out loud; she was highly amused by the old priest’s words, then continued:

“I have to admit, your resistance against my dark magic was impressive. I imagine you had to focus a lot to get this to work. But in the end, it was your pitiful balls which put a spoke in your wheel. Can you still focus, old man?”

Rhyeesh didn’t expect an answer. Ormond was on the brink of passing out because of the massive pain. The demoness forced the elder elf to sit up straight, eagerly continuing to choke-hold him. She then rested her chin on Ormond’s left shoulder and placed her right hand onto his forehead.

“Now … let’s see who you really are, old man. Open your mind.”

A cloud of dark particles started to swirl around Rhyeesh’s right hand resting on the elder elf’s forehead. The magic the succubus was using was an interrogation ritual, a powerful and essence draining spell, used to extract information from a victim’s mind against its will. The process usually ended with the victim’s death because a vital part of the ritual was to suck on the victim’s blood, as well as to suck dry its essence. Rhyeesh did not hesitate to use this ritual and thus kill the elf; he had been a potential threat to her plans and the Kazdruk invasion.

The demoness felt that the defeated warrior priest still had a lot of resistance against her forced mental invasion. The pain from Ormond’s scrotum was beneficial for the task and in the end, the succubus succeeded. Ormond’s eyes rolled up into the back of his head, as the dark magic took control over his pain-driven mind. The mental state the elder elf was in was similar to the state of hypnosis, a state where he was forced to reveal whatever information Rhyeesh was asking for.

“What is your name, old man?” Rhyeesh’s asked to start her interrogation.

“My name … Ormond.” answered the elf, constrained, slowly, like in a trance.

“Why are you here, Ormond?”

“Help … the humans … reinforce Meerisath … defend ag-g-gainst the Kazdruk invasion.”

Rhyeesh already had expected that the news of the invasion had already spread over all of Dal Markaan. However, she hadn’t expected to see humans and elves join together to fight their futile battle against Yuldasha’s hordes. The demoness continued the game of question and answer:

“Who are your companions?”

“I’m not … nooo … alone.”

Ormond’s voice was trembling, strained. He tried to resist the interrogation, tried to fight against the compulsion to answer the demoness’ questions.

“Where do you come from?”

“Elven exile c-colony … in the far east.”

Rhyeesh lifted an eyebrow, then continued to ask:

“Have you met other elves on your way to Meerisath? And did you know them?

“Yes … Tianna … m-my apprentice, and sister … her sister.”

» And that completes the circle. « thought Rhyeesh. Since she had lost track of her two elven girls because of her ‘meeting’ with her master, she hoped to get some information about their whereabouts from the old elven priest before killing him.

“Do you know where they have traveled, old man?” asked Rhyeesh.

“No.” Ormond had started to sweat.

Since his answer came unexpectedly fast, Rhyeesh was skeptical of the old elf’s answer and asked anew with a calm but commanding voice:

“Do you know … where Kyaara and Tianna have traveled?”

“I … c-can’t … ” Ormond replied, his voice tainted by pain.

Rhyeesh moved her lips to Ormond’s left ear and whispered:

“Oh no, dear Ormond. You can. And since I need to heal those wounds and bruises from our little fight, I think I will – how shall I say it – intensify this interrogation.”

The pain of Rhyeesh’s vampiric fangs piercing into Ormond’s neck was negligible in comparison to the agony caused by his wrecked scrotum. On the contrary, nearly instantly after Rhyeesh had dug her teeth into the old elf’s flesh, a wave of bizarre pleasure jolted through his body and mind. The elven priest felt like being catapulted to the brink of an orgasm and held in this state for an eternity – at least it felt alike.

The combination of Rhyeesh’s dark interrogation magic and sucking blood from his body was a death sentence for the elder elven priest. While the succubus drained her victim, her scars and wounds started to seal and she found the answer to her last question, the answer Ormond had tried to hide.

The moment the last bit of the old elf’s life essence left his body and mind, killing him with an orgasmic roller-coaster of emotions and sensations, Rhyeesh groaned with satisfaction, panting through her nostrils, her eyes slightly glowing with delight and passion.

After releasing the lifeless body of the elder priest from her bite and choke-hold, the demoness stood up and stretched all of her body, as if she just had gotten out of bed. She felt strengthened, vitalized, able.

“The Dragon’s Spine.” Rhyeesh murmured. “They must be halfway there by now.”

Looking at the unconscious maid, the demoness came to the conclusion that she needed take a short cut in order to catch up with her elven girls, and the only appropriate way to do this was to use yet another draining ritual, a ritual similar to the one she had used to communicate with her master and Queen Yuldasha. The only difference would be that the distance to her target location – an abandoned way station she had passed on one of her scouting trips – was significantly shorter that the distance to the Spire, but the portal she would create was to actually transport her to there in person.

Rhyeesh turned toward Sarissa. She closed her eyes and focused as a wave of energy started to swirl around her pelvis, red shocks of magic energy dancing around her hips. The effect ran down to her vulva and up to her navel, racing faster and faster, forming into the silhouette of a large phallus. As the storm of dark magic died down and fizzled out, Rhyeesh was equipped with an erect fleshy cock, heaving slightly with her breaths. The newly materialized penis had no balls; the lower part of its shaft had merged with the succubus’ vagina, forming an exotic set of hybrid futa genitalia.

“Time to continue my breakfast,” purred Rhyeesh as she approached the unconscious maid.

By: Dawn2069MS

Kyaara and Tianna enjoyed the warmth of the morning sun; it was the second day of their journey northward to the Dragon’s Spine. The area they were traveling through, a broad veld with a vast variety of low growing vegetation, seemed peaceful and calm.

Kyaara was still troubled by her corrupted thoughts, as well as her body’s longings, and the fact that her beloved sister was sitting on the saddle in front of her didn’t make it easier for the half-breed to pull herself together. The warmth of her sister’s body, her smell, the sensation of her buttocks rubbing against her crotch; it all stimulated Kyaara’s body and mind slowly, but relentlessly. Her cock had recently shown signs of being larger than she was accustomed to, causing problems as she tried to keep it contained in her leathers and not rubbing against her sister. She came once in her armor already when an earlier gallop rubbed her swollen length against her sister into an orgasm. She managed to keep her composure and contain her accident from her sister, but the shame of licking her sticky armor clean of cum during a rest stop still haunted her. While Kyaara’s horse trotted forward without requiring any guidance from its rider at the moment, the elven fighter’s thoughts started to zone out yet again. She imagined laying her hands on her sister’s exposed huge breasts, slowly massaging them tenderly, teasing her quickly hardening nipples with her fingers. She fantasized about Tianna starting to groan slightly due to her big sister’s stimulation, leaning back her head onto Kyaara’s shoulder, her face blushing lustfully, her gaze screaming “Take me” without speaking. Her cock throbbed against her leathers in response, straining her bottoms as her distended crotch inched closer to Tianna’s cheeks.

Kyaara was suddenly forced back into reality as Seriso unexpectedly jerked to a halt, neighing nervously. The animal was anxious, taking a few steps backwards. While patting the side of the horse’s neck, Tianna tried to calm him down with her soft voice: “Easy, boy.” The priestess turned her head and faced her sister, a worried look on her face. Kyaara felt tense. She handed over the reins to her sister and gestured her to remain seated in the saddle. After dismounting her horse, Kyaara drew her combat blades and walked forward, slowly. She placed every one of her steps with caution, her posture reflecting her combat alertness. The Bladedancer tried to concentrate on her senses, but the neighing of Seriso and her sisters attempts to calm him down made it difficult to focus. There was a reason for her horse to nervously stop, and it wasn’t the first time that the animal got wind of something dangerous before Kyaara did.

The situation changed in an instant. A large creature, almost as big as a tiger, burst out of the sandy surface of the veld. It shrieked as it leapt through the air, carrying an explosion of earth with it.

The daunting appearance of the camouflaged predator made Seriso panic. The horse suddenly reared up, neighing and bristling with fear. Tianna got caught off guard by the animal’s sudden movement and thrown backwards out of the saddle. The elven woman yelped in fear as she fell down. The moment she hit the ground, the impact forced the air out of her lungs. The priestess felt a painful flash jolting through her torso and the back of her head before fading to black.

Kyaara had no chance to recognize her sister’s harm. She was confronted with two pairs of huge ripper teeth protruding from the upper and lower jaws of a monstrous mouth, darting at her with deadly precision. The Bladedancer instinctively threw herself backwards to dodge the incoming attack and managed to thrust a kick into the beast’s belly, causing the animal to stumble and fall. The elven fighter leaped to her feet and spun around to face the furious creature. A wink of observation was enough for the keen-eyed woman to realize that her sister was lying on the ground, and that her horse had fled the scene. Her gaze locked back onto her opponent who in the meantime had gotten back onto their clawed paws.

Kyaara knew what she was fighting; she had been told about the creature some years ago. It was a Plain Seeker, a chameleonic predator and one of the most dangerous animals inhabiting the Southern Veld. The creature had the size and build of an adult tiger. In contrary to a cat of prey, its skin wasn’t covered with fur, but with lots of large scales and bony plates, covering most of its body. The four legs of the predator were shaped by powerful muscles, and its paws had razor-sharp non-retractable claws. The head of the beast had an alien look: A large bony plate with a variety of thorns was covering all of the creatures forehead; neither eyes, nor nostrils were visible. The mouth of the Plain Seeker was a bizarre conglomeration of sharp teeth, four large canine fangs and a tongue looking more like a tentacle to catch prey. The creature’s spine and the prehensile tail were covered with thorns and the tail’s tip had a large barbed spike. The ability to alter the coloration and pattern of its scaled skin enabled the predator to hide perfectly, just as it did when it buried itself in the veld’s ground while patiently waiting for its prey to approach its deadly perimeter.

A split second after the creature had leaped to its paws, it dashed forward to attack Kyaara again. The Bladedancer’s heart was beating violently and fast within her chest. Fighting an opponent with such primeval power was nothing like fighting humanoid enemies. Kyaara knew that the moment she would injure the creature, it would go into a frenzied rage until it perished. Since she wasn’t willing to let the Seeker hurt her sister, her horse, or even herself, the only viable plan was to kill the creature before it would be able to go berserk. Being a skilled fighter, Kyaara twisted her body sideways to dodge the incoming assault. As the predator’s head passed her fast moving body, its deadly bite attack barely missing its target, the Bladedancer striked. She spun around and forcefully rammed both of her combat blades into the back of the beast with a battle cry, driving them halfway into the creature’s body. Surprised about the unexpected sturdiness of the Seeker’s scaled and plated skin, she tried to quickly pull out her weapons, but the rapid movement of the creature jerked the blades out of her hands.

» Ah crap, my blades. « was the only thought popping up in Kyaara’s mind.

She gazed at the wounded animal which had stopped its charge and turned around to face her again. Kyaara got scared as she recognized obvious changes in the predator’s behavior. It’s body started to rumble in waves. She saw the muscles of the animal bulge under its scaled skin. It bristled with rage, followed by a guttural snarl, making the elf’s hair stand on end. Though it had no visible facial expression, Kyaara saw and felt that the creature was on the brink of going berserk any moment.

In the short moment the two opponents were facing each other, the elven woman felt a jolt of rage rushing through her body and mind. At first she thought that the primeval sensation was coming from her opponent, but she suddenly became aware of something from deep within her, and that it was quickly getting the upper hand. Kyaara had no time to analyze what was happening. At the same time the enraged creature started its next attack, the half-breed suddenly cried out a bestial battle-roar and gave in to the tremendous urge to counterattack the Plain Seeker with her bare hands.

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Rhyeesh sat on the wooden table she had used to hogtie and prepare the elven priestess some days ago and looked toward the frightened young woman who was cowering in the corner of the abandoned cathedral’s main room. The succubus eyeballed her captive, enjoying the silence of the early morning.

She thought it would be an easy meal when she spotted the woman tending to a field on her journey. She needed to satiate her hunger and thought it would be no trouble at all to drain her latest victim. However, the stubborn woman rebuffed the succubus’ charms each time, which both frustrated and amused Rhyeesh. She could do nothing but smile as the stunned woman fainted from watching Rhyeesh reform into her demonic appearance in front of her. She carried the woman back to the church like a hunter returning with a prized hog. And just like the hog, she still had to prepare the woman before devouring her essence.

The bound woman had stopped whining into her ball-gag some time ago; now she stared at the demoness in silence. Her eyes were tear-stained and empty, her gaze a desperate helplessness. She bore the appearance of a housemaid. The dress she wore was characteristic of a female human servant. The corset-like body of the dress was laced at its front and back and didn’t cover the woman’s breasts. It had short sleeves and a long skirt ranging down to her bare feet. The worn dress was made out of ordinary blue fabric and had seen better days; a white-gray ruffled blouse with long sleeves, worn under the blue dress and covering the maid’s breasts and arms, complemented the servant’s attire. Rhyeesh estimated the young maid to be around her own age, and her appearance was that of an average human woman. Though she was far away from the graceful beauty of elven women, and even more far away from the perfect hourglass body of a female Kazdruk, she had a certain natural beauty which eventually was the reason for Rhyeesh to have chosen her. The young maid’s slightly chubby face, in combination with her unkempt brown hair and her large brown eyes, made her look innocently cute.

To prevent her captive from fleeing, the succubus had restrained the woman with some leather straps and a leather collar. The straps were secured around the maid’s knees and ankles, as well as around her elbows and wrists, securing her arms behind her back. The collar was connected to one end of a long chain, the other end was locked to one of the many metal torch holders located at the cathedral wall. After eyeballing her prey for some minutes, studying the young woman’s fearful behavior, Rhyeesh finally broke the silence and addressed the maid:

“Is this the first time you see a … how do you folk call us? Ah right … a demon?”

The young maid, slightly shocked by the fact that her captor suddenly spoke to her, gazed at Rhyeesh and nodded hesitantly. The demonic woman recognized her captive’s apparent astonished facial expression and continued:

“Are you afraid to be killed by me?” Rhyeesh asked with an undertone of amusement.

The frightened woman nodded anew and tears rushed to her eyes. The succubus’ question was more than enough for the young maid to start trembling again. Rhyeesh knew exactly how the woman felt; she remembered how she had felt herself many years ago when she had knelt besides the body of her dead mother in the presence of the menacing Kazdruk woman she nowadays calls Mistress. However, seeing and feeling a fear-driven victim like the young maid made a pleasant and satisfying shiver run down the succubus’ spine. Rhyeesh set her cloven hooves onto the stone floor, rose her buttocks from the wooden table, and approached the cowering woman with slow and graceful steps. The closer she came to her victim, the more frightened the young woman got; her body almost twitching with every one of the succubus’ steps. The trembling maid tried to angle her legs to her chest as close as possible, while her teary eyes remained locked on Rhyeesh’s face. After stopping directly in front what looked like a picture of misery to Rhyeesh, the demoness hunkered down, peered into the frightened woman’s eyes, and spoke to her in a calming voice:

“There’s no need to be afraid. If my mission would have involved killing you, you’d be already dead. And as long as you don’t do something stupid, I won’t harm you.”

Rhyeesh slowly moved her clawed fingers toward the ball-gag, then paused for a moment and continued to speak to her victim:

“I’ll now remove your gag. I expect you to behave properly and remain calm. Screaming would be something stupid. Do you understand?”

The young woman nodded hectically while gazing into the demoness’ eyes.

“Good girl.” Rhyeesh responded and smiled satisfied, her fangs showing behind her lips.

After being released from the ball-gag, the young maid took a few deep breaths through her mouth, but remained silent as requested. She watched the demoness rise up and walk to the stone altar at the other end of the room. What she didn’t see was Rhyeesh eagerly licking the remains of her victim’s saliva from the gag, savoring the sweet flavor of her oral juices. Tasting this first tiny bit of the maid’s bodily fluids was the right appetizer for Rhyeesh’s breakfast and motivated her to continue without further ado. While picking up a wooden bucket of water from behind the altar, the demoness asked another question:

“What is your name, young maid?”

“M-my n-name … Sarissa,” the woman replied with a quivering voice.

The demoness slowly returned to her victim and placed the wooden bucket on the floor near Sarissa’s feet. After kneeling down in front of the maid, Rhyeesh addressed her anew:

“Sarissa … that’s a beautiful name. Well my dear, I am Rhyeesh, your new owner.”

Rhyeesh reached into the bucket and grabbed a sponge. She then squeezed some water out of it and looked at Sarissa’s puzzled face. The bound woman was on the brink of addressing her captor. Being aware of that, the succubus decided to let the young woman speak.

“I d-don’t understand … why a-are you doing this to me?” Sarissa sobbed, “P-please, let me go.”

The demoness reached forward, grabbed the leather strap at Sarissa’s ankles, pulled her feet toward her lap, and placed them on her thighs. The frightened maid tried to resist at first, but quickly realized that her legs were no match against the demoness’ supernatural strength. Rhyeesh looked at the young woman and answered her question, her voice slightly commanding:

“Since you are my property now, I won’t let you go of course. And since I prefer my property to be clean, I will grant you the honor to wash your dirty feet. So, accept your situation and stop whining – you don’t want to displease me, do you?”

Sarissa answered the question silently by shaking her head; at the moment she was simply overwhelmed by the bizarre situation. She gazed at Rhyeesh’s effort to clean her feet as if in a trance. Feeling the wet sponge on her bare feet tickled her, but she didn’t dare make a sound. Though the demoness hadn’t threatened to punish her – yet – the fear of being punished by a demon was much too great.

Cleaning Sarissa’s feet just required a few minutes. Rhyeesh smiled; she was pleased by the result and commented with satisfaction:

“Now look at those beautiful feet I found under all of that dirt,” the succubus purred. While putting the sponge back into the wooden bucket, she continued:

“I think they need some more attention. Here, let me make you feel good for a while.”

Rhyeesh took Sarissa’s feet into her hands and started to apply gentle pressure to her soles with her thumbs, tenderly massaging the maid’s feet. The succubus knew exactly where she had to caress a woman’s feet in order to stimulate her erogenous zones, and she quickly recognized that it wasn’t necessary to use her dark magic yet. It was a pleasure for Rhyeesh to see the young maid’s body responding to her massaging with lovely unintentional moans. Surprised about her reaction to the demoness’ treatment, Sarissa suddenly was torn between caving in to the pleasurable sensation of the massage and trying to stay focused on her captivity. She was unsure as to what she thought of the succubus’ treatment, and she couldn’t comprehend why Rhyeesh was doing this. Her glance bounced between the demoness’ face and her caressed feet before she finally found a spark of courage and addressed her captor:

“Please, M-miss. I’m just an ordinary house maid … please, what do you want from m-me?”

Rhyeesh looked at her victim, her gaze slightly annoyed by Sarissa’s whining. She paused massaging the maid’s feet and pressed her clawed thumb into the sole of foot, forcing a moan of pain out of her. The young woman tried to withdraw her bound feet from Rhyeesh’s grip, but failed to do so. The demoness eyes seemed to flash in the dim light of the cathedral, fueling a new wave of fear in the maid, as she raised her voice:

“OK my dear, listen carefully: What you are isn’t important now. What I want is you; it’s that simple. But right now you need to choose how you will behave when you are with me. You can either continue to disappoint me by annoying me with your constant whimpering, or you can bow to me and accept your new position as my servant. Defiance or submission, pain or pleasure; it is your choice.”

The demoness smirked at the frightened woman and released her foot from the painful pressure of her claw, waiting for her victim to make a choice. While listening to Rhyeesh’s words and trying to endure the pinching pain on her foot, Sarissa had started to tremble again.

“I … I am yours.” The maid stared to sob again: “Please, I beg you, don’t hurt me any more.”

“A wise choice, my dear.” Rhyeesh replied, as she started to tenderly massage the maid’s feet again.

Sarissa was desperate. She had never been worried for her life before, and not knowing what would happen to her was tearing her mind apart and bubbling up a variety of emotions she couldn’t handle. The situation got even more bizarre as the young woman recognized that, in contrary to her mind, her body seemed to react positively to the demoness’ touches. The skillful massage felt good, and admitting to this feeling surprised the troubled maid.

She was even more surprised as she watched the demoness lift her bound feet a bit higher and began to place soft kisses onto her feet. Before she was able to completely realize what was going on, Rhyeesh stuck out her long forked tongue and started to tenderly lick over the maid’s soles and toes. The sensation of a wet tongue brushing over her bare feet made the young woman shiver with pleasure and her toes cringed involuntarily due to the oral cajoling.

“No … what are you doing? Hmmm … please, this isn’t right … no … yes … mmmh-god.”

Sarissa’s voice was quivering. Rhyeesh ignored her victims pleas and continued teasing her feet, switching between sliding the forked tip of her tongue between the aroused woman’s toes and wrapping her wet lips around each of her big toes, sucking on them gently. While still massaging one of Sarissa’s feet with one of her hands, the succubus detached the leather strap on the maid’s ankles, moved her hand up to her knees and released Sarissa’s legs from their bonds by removing the remaining leather straps. Rhyeesh relentlessly continued kissing and licking the young maid’s feet while tenderly stroking her lower legs and knees. Sarissa had closed her eyes. Her facial expression reflected her momentary emotional state, a mixture of fear and pleasure.

Rhyeesh looked at Sarissa’s rosy, blushing face. She paused her treatment for a moment and purred with a lascivious voice:

“Want me to stop?”

The young woman opened her eyes again and looked at Rhyeesh, breathing heavily. She had no idea why the demoness was pleasuring her, but the sensation she had felt so far was overwhelming and her body longed for more. Sarissa was still afraid of the demoness. She gazed into Rhyeesh’s eyes, aroused and unsure, but finally replied to her question by slowly shaking her head. Rhyeesh smiled upon the maid’s gesture. The succubus was satisfied to see that the intoxicating effect of her saliva and kisses had been enough to seduce a frightened victim to the point where she actually wanted to have more.

While working herself up Sarissa’s legs, eagerly and tenderly kissing and licking her delicate skin, the demoness slowly moved the maid’s dress upward with her hands until she could see her white-gray panties. After letting her long tongue flicker over the young maid’s knees, Rhyeesh continued placing soft kisses onto the inside of Sarissa’s thighs, skillfully avoiding to touch her actual nether regions and her pants. The maid groaned slightly due to the tender touches. Rhyeesh felt the muscles of the maid’s thighs twitch with every new kiss. If she would now start to take care of her private parts, she could race her victim through a roller-coaster of pleasures and orgasms. However, she had other plans for the young maid; she wanted to feast on her slowly rising passion before lifting her into the heaven of pleasure. As the demoness stopped caressing Sarissa’s thighs, the maid moaned needily. Rhyeesh moved up to face the aroused woman, pressing her naked breasts against Sarissa’s belly, and started kissing her dearly, their wet tongues swirling around each other behind their joined lips.

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The warm liquid in Kyaara’s mouth had a strange flavor. It was not like water, but more viscous, and it had an almost metallic taste. Blood! It welled in her mouth, and she tore and chewed, satisfying a primeval hunger. Fresh blood sprayed across her face, as Kyaara became aware of what she was tasting. She cared not; her elven mind was clouded by a dark and powerful instinct. She felt her heart beating violently within her chest and her blood pulsing forcefully through her veins. The elven fighter didn’t feel enraged any more, but a variety of other emotions still remained resident within her. If she had to verbalize them right now, she would describe them as an unbearable mixture of feelings satisfying, liberating, exciting, even arousing, salacious, as well as pestering.

The world around Kyaara was hazy. A snarl tore from her throat. Pleasure coursed through her body as she panted hungrily, feeling her swollen cock pressing tight against the inside of her armored pants. She finally became aware of the situation she was in. The Plain Seeker was lying on its side, dead. Its belly and throat were torn open, revealing some of its intestines and muscles. She found herself lying on top of the creature, her mouth – her fangs – buried deep into its gaping throat wound. Her left hand still held fast onto one of the larger thorns on the predator’s back, while her right hand stuck in its belly wound. Kyaara had no idea what was happening right now, except that it felt right. It felt good.

Kyaara’s vision snapped back into focus. She withdrew her right hand from the ribcage of the dead animal and gazed at her bloodstained clawed hand. Though she recognized that her fingers had changed into bestial claws, she wasn’t afraid or astonished. She blinked, but found that everything she saw was … natural. It felt right. It felt exciting. Suddenly, a great lustfulness grasped Kyaara, and her mind seemed to be consumed by it. A new scent filled her nose, the intoxicating smell of her sister’s body. She lost herself once again in a haze of instinct, and suddenly jumped over the Seeker’s corpse and ran toward Tianna.

Kyaara darted over to her sister and came to a halt at her side. She felt her knees starting to shake as primeval sexual desires started rising within her. It felt like her skin was on fire. Kyaara fell to her knees, grabbed her sister’s robes and tore them open, revealing her beautiful cleavage. Pulling her lips back, she panted. Sweat covered her body, as her bloodstained clawed fingers started to massage the priestess’ breasts, smearing some of the dead Seeker’s blood on Tianna’s soft skin. Something was stirring within her, making her loins ache. Kyaara reached down to her pants and opened some of the leather straps until her erect cock sprung free from the tight garment. She lifted one of her knees over her sister’s body and positioned herself on the unconscious priestess’ chest, spreading her thighs until her swollen and needy cock rested on her sister’s soft tits. Kyaara let out a lustful and animalistic groan. A shiver ran up her back, out of anticipation of what she knew was to come next.

She roughly dug her fingers into Tianna’s soft breasts and pushed them together as she shoved her hard cock into her sister’s cleavage. The precum which was already oozing from the cockhead was far from being lubricating. The sensation of her glans forcing its way between the large breasts was painful, but she didn’t care. A hungry moan burst from her lips, as the rising lust made her thrust her loins forward. The half-breed’s length slid between Tianna’s tits until the tip of the cock reappeared on the upper side of the priestess’ cleavage. Kyaara moaned again, fingers digging deeper into the soft flesh of her sister’s bosom, as she felt her balls push against them. She noticed that more of her cock emerged from her sister’s cleavage than she thought with each thrust, a satisfying feeling and sight for the rutting warrior.

The smell of lustfulness grew stronger, mixing with the smell of blood, the earth, and the sweat of Kyaara’s instinct-driven body. A snarl tore from Kyaara’s throat as her cock pounded between her sister’s breasts. The pleasure coursed through her body as she panted hungrily. A few thrusts of her hips were enough to push Kyaara over the edge to a painful orgasm. Streams of hot cum shot out from her cock, splashing over her sister’s face and chin before pooling in between her breasts. Kyaara released her sister’s blood and cum smeared breasts from her hands, enabling her still hard cock to spring free from the slippery cleavage and release a few more ropes of cum as it bobbed. She was far from being satisfied; her cock ached due to the lasting erection.

Kyaara slid down her sister and dropped her face right into the middle of Tianna’s breasts. The scent of her cum on her sister’s skin was too much for her as Kyaara stuck out her tongue and dragged it across her sticky cleavage. She pulled her cum-coated tongue back into her mouth so fast that it slung some cum onto her own face. Almost instinctively, she stuck out her tongue to catch the goop from her cheek. As she did, she failed to notice that the tip of her tongue extended farther than she was used to while she licked off the cum from her cheek. Not done there, she dove back down and ran her tongue up her cleavage, her tongue dropping to her chin as she did so. Collecting a large swath of cum, she jerked her head up when she met Tianna’s neck. Holding the taste of her arousal on her tongue while looking at her sister’s still, puffy lips, she twisted down and stuck her tongue into Tianna’s mouth. Their lips connected, Kyaara passionately kissing her sister as their tongues battled in Tianna’s mouth, smearing her cum around it. After a few moments of moaned, passionate kissing and slurping, Kyaara paused. She pulled her tongue back in and released her sister’s lips, a strand of pearly white stretching between them until it broke and landed on Tianna’s lips.

Looking down at her unconscious sister, Kyaara’s mind suddenly snapped back into focus. Realizing what she just had done, the shocked woman jerked back from her sister, then screamed in pain. Only now she recognized that she had been wounded in the battle; a variety of claw marks and nasty looking cuts covered the half-breed’s bluish skin. Kyaara sat on the ground and gazed at her body and her sister, in disbelief. She suddenly remembered the dream she once had, the nightmare where she had been confronted with a wicked demonic version of herself.

“No, c-can’t be … ” she spoke to herself like in a trance, “what the … fangs???”

The troubled elven woman probed her teeth with her tongue and was shocked anew as she felt the sharp tips of a pair of vampiric fangs on each row of teeth. Kyaara panicked. When she had been a young girl, she had always wished for her dreams to become true, but changing into a demon was not one of them. Kyaara was scared. She looked down at her body and realized that her legs and feet were unchanged. Touching her head revealed that she hadn’t grown a pair of horns. Even though she was relieved that she hadn’t changed completely, Kyaara was barely able to cope with grotesque mixture of emotion waving through her. Her body trembled. She felt helpless, desperate and still so needy.

While looking about, the troubled elven woman’s gaze locked back onto the inanimate body of her little sister. She suddenly became aware of the fact that she didn’t know if Tianna was still alive, or not. The sudden surge of panic made Kyaara forget the pain caused by her wounds, as she reached out for Tianna, checking her sister for vital signs. Happy to realize that she seemed to be just unconscious, Kyaara felt as though a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She bent forward and rested her forehead on her sister’s belly while closing her eyes, her hair collecting some drips of cum from her chest. She tried to calm down, tried to let her mind go blank for a moment, but got betrayed by her own churning feelings.

» God no … it won’t stop. My cock, it hurts … need to cum … cum more … please … more. «

Kyaara’s body was almost moving by itself. While continuing to rest her head on Tianna’s belly, the rest of her body had turned to the side, resting on the sandy ground beside her sister. Her hand had moved to her nether regions like in a trance, her fingers already fondling her still swollen balls. Savoring the sweet scent of her little sister’s cum-covered body, the lust-driven Bladedancer started to masturbate, letting her cum-lubricated penis glide between her delicate fingers. The sensation stroking her already overstimulated cock anew caused Kyaara to groan aloud. She started to kiss and lick over her sister’s belly and navel, nestling her cheek up against the soft and flavorsome skin.

Rhythmical moans leaked from Kyaara’s lips as she felt herself racing towards another climax. She fastened her finger’s grip around her hard cock and continued to jerk herself off. A few more strokes were enough to make her cum. Kyaara did not look at her spurting cock, did not see how her delicious love juices moistened the sandy ground beside her. She just groaned aloud while sweating and resting on her little sister’s belly, suffering through a bizarre orgasm tainted by despair and pain.

“Not enough … god, help me.” Kyaara sobbed.

“Desire … so overwhelming. More cum … please, need more cum …”

Kyaara felt more helpless than ever in her life before. She had no idea what else she could do to satisfy this surreal longing. She felt weak, wasted, unable to withstand the dark lust any more. Her thoughts started to zone out, just as something suddenly touched her shoulder. The troubled woman winced at the unexpected contact and spun her head around. It was her horse Seriso, nudging her shoulder with his nostrils, neighing gently. Kyaara cheered up a bit upon seeing her companion, raised her hand and patted the animal’s muzzle. After looking at her horse for a short while, her gaze unintentionally stopped at the stallion’s genital area.

“More cum …”

By: Dawn2069MS

My mother once taught me that it is one’s past, not one’s present, which influences the future. That memories which are lost beyond recall are like parts of ourselves having vanished out of existence. A human should always strive to conserve the memories of one’s past, regardless of whether they contain pain or joy. Even now, so many years later, I still ask myself if my mother had known what she had been talking about; if she ever had been forced to suffer from painful memories. I still wait for the veil of oblivion clouding my former consciousness, but the darker parts of my mind are abiding and recall what once I had been.

The first memory surfacing is of my father, smiling. His face is angular, yet pleasing; his laughter harsh, yet comforting. His hair is long and raven black, like satin waves flowing from his head. I struggle every time to hinder this memory from fading. I remember him being a hunter; it is the memory of the smell of the forest coming along with my father. The animals he brings home from the woods are dead usually, but once he surprised me with a newborn wild cat – a needy little creature, orphaned.

This feels strange, though not too painful, so the sensation will fade before long.

The second memory that comes to the forefront is of my mother. It is a painful memory; one that I’d like to keep sealed. They are not many, these memories of my mother. Seldom do I remember her without feeling hurt. Her gray eyes always look onto me with love, and when they do, I feel safe and secure. Her black hair is like my father’s; I remember it shimmer in the moonlight, like the water of a nightly ocean.

I vividly recall perceiving my mother and a stranger – another hunter – from the balustrade of the stairway, talking. I cannot hear nor understand their words, but their aggrieved faces speak of sorrow. The stranger hands out my father’s bow. My mother sobs, cries, screams, holding fast to the only remains of the one she loves. The stranger leaves. “Mommy?” I ask. Mother spins around, surprised, drenched in tears. Her gray eyes look upon myself with love, but it is despair which taints her gaze. Back then I didn’t comprise that father was gone. Dead. I was young those days, unused to the ways of the world and my feelings were innocent still.

This feels strange, though not too painful, so the sensation will fade before long.

The third memory finds me sitting in a corner of our kitchen. I perceive my mother and another kinsman. Their talk is of great gravity, fueled by black despair. The visitor’s figure is squat, his visage a mixture of ministration and malignity. I feel disgusted by his presence. Anger meets with sorrow, frustration fades into helplessness, finally giving way to resigned compliance. The man leaves, sparing me as much as a glance, smirking. Mother tells me that she cannot accommodate us anymore. Filthy lucre it is what a human needs to live, to survive. That at least is what mother has been told, persuaded, ruined. People of our kin visited her often since then, hiding where she and father used to pass the night. Most of them never spared me as much as a glance, but some gazed at me like a predator sights its prey. I’m afraid. It is the past, long gone.

This feels strange, though not too painful, so the sensation will fade before long.

The fourth memory is of me awaking during the night, the groans of a foreign voice – a male voice – rushing upward through the staircase. I was young these days, able to sneak like a cat, none of my steps drawing a sound from the otherwise creaking wooden planks. I perceive my mother kneeling in front of another stranger through the keyhole of the bedroom door. She’s a captive! Her arms are bound behind her back. Mother kneels between the stranger’s spread legs and licks the thing between his thighs. I do not understand what she does. The man groans aloud again, mother’s eyes are closed while she appears to make him feel good; that is what his visage conveys at least. I can see some coins on the nightstand, their silver-colored surface glistening like gold in the candle’s shine. Filthy lucre it is what a human needs to survive.

The stranger suddenly grabs mother’s silken hair and pulls her head deep between his legs. I can hear her gargle, struggle against the thing in her mouth, her eyes opening wide. The door is not locked. I’m scared as I rush into the chamber to help. I feel mother’s gaze locking onto me, appalled, in disbelief. “Let go of her!” I scream, enraged, racing towards them still. The stranger’s eyes flash with anger and annoyance, as he easily stops me from intervening. As his fist impacts my temple, there is a short yet painful flash. » I am not strong enough to protect mother, « is the last conscious thought rushing through my innocent mind. Then I go dark.

This feels strange, though not too painful, so the sensation will fade before long.

The fifth memory bridges a long span of time. I have grown. I have seen a lot of our kin visiting my mother, men and women alike, too many visitors. Mother tried to explain her doing to me. She looked at me with her gray eyes, with love, her gaze lost to emptiness. I heard her words. I nodded – crying – and appeared understanding. Her words, they hurt. I was innocent back then, innocent until she made me understand the ways of the world. It had reinforced all of my further upbringing. I remember waking up at night once again. This night is significantly difference to other nights – I find myself carried on a shoulder, like a puppet. I panic. My attempts to free myself are answered with painful blows to my ribs. I am not strong enough.

This feels strange, …

I see my mother lying on what has been my parent’s bed, many years ago. Her sight makes me cringe. Bound to the bed, wrists and ankles, legs spread … naked and bruised. She screams – cries – as I am carried into her field of vision. No, please, let her go! My child, she’s innocent, please. Her tear-stained gray eyes look upon me with love, with fear, with despair. The naked man kneeling between her legs, the one who visits my mother quite often, he smiles maliciously, a lecherous gaze. His accomplice throws me onto the bed, pinning me down. Too much strength he has; I struggle, cannot withstand. I am stripped naked, my juvenile body trembles as my arms get bound behind my back. It hurts. They position me on top of my mother, on my stomach – her stomach – and bind my ankles to my mother’s. Our gazes meet, drenched in tears, scared. My heart screams, as I finally get aware of what terrible thing is going to happen. To me. To us. “Mama, I’m so scared.” I whisper, my voice quivering. Be strong, my dear. You can endure this. “Will it hurt?” I ask. Yes. One hand holds me down, rigid, brutal. I feel the heat of the man’s body between my legs. The moment he pierces into me, I scream.

This feels strange, though not too painful, so the sensation will fade before long.

The sixth memory is short and intensive. I sneak out of our house at night. My mind is filled with rage, the sickles in my hands an elongation of fury. » Revenge. « I remember their faces, the men who tortured us, the men who are guilty of expunging my innocence. » Revenge. « One of them I find in his house, in his bed, sleeping, alone. His death is fast, violent, liberating. After shoving the tip of the sickle down is throat, I make sure he recognizes my face. His eyes gape in horror as he awakes one last time, then I forcefully pull at the handle of my sickle. The razor-sharp blade cuts through his jaw and flesh until it impacts on the sternum. There is blood, lots of it. I come back to my senses. » What have I done? « It is the past, long gone.

This feels strange, though not too painful, so the sensation will fade before long.

The seventh memory. Fire. The village burns. The enemy, the Kazdruk, are ruthless and powerful. Dragons rain fire down upon us. I see people – friends and strangers alike – burning, dying, yet walking, in a stoic trance. The demonic hordes overwhelm the surface of the scorched earth, killing, capturing, enslaving. The Kazdruk’s appearance fuels fear and horror in most of our kin. They are beasts, with horns, hooves, claws and fangs alike. And yet, behind their facile physiology, there is an alien beauty, exotic, appealing. I do not fear them.

I remember having fought well. My sickles have tasted Kazdruk blood. I stand in midst of our village’s main road, next to my mother’s body. Her gray unseeing eyes look upon me. She is dead, yet beautiful. I sink down on my knees, exhausted, desperate. I cannot cry – why? No tears, so the cries of my heart remain mute. My hand caresses her cheek. There is so much love for her within me. And so much fury … “Rest in peace, mama.” I close her eyes. I was not strong enough.

A woman approaches, a Kazdruk woman. Her hair is of a dark purple, almost black. Her head is embellished with horns curling back over her hair. Her eyes, hard to look into, are glowing red, sticking out of the pale red color of her tattooed skin. She has pointed ears. Her hands and feet are clawed, suiting the beast she is. She wears little armor and no visible weapon. She looks down upon me and our gazes meet. I do not fear her. “You are not like the others.” she says calmly. She puts forth her clawed hand, a gesture of offering. “You have potential, girl. It would be a shame to kill you. Join me and live, or follow the path of the woman next to you.” she speaks on. My heart starts beating violently. I cannot fight anymore. I am not strong enough. I want more power. There is nothing to keep me here anymore. I put forth my hand, trembling. Her touch makes me shiver. She smiles at me, knowing.

This feels strange, though not too painful, so the sensation will fade before long.

The eighth memory, a chamber in a dungeon. Torches light the area. This is not my chamber, it is where I am trained, tamed. They pleasured me. They bound me. They raped me. They whipped me. They invaded me, my body, my mind. It hurt at first, but not anymore. The one who adopted me, the Kazdruk woman, visits my very often. Aeltha is her name, a demonic sorceress. She cares for me, listens to my needs. She speaks to me about the past, my mother, my childhood. It hurts. It fuels a darkness buried deep within me. It hurts and I cry. The sorceress comforts me, knowing.

This feels strange, …

My body aches for tenderness, but my mind refuses; too great is the fear of pain when being penetrated. Aeltha knows, cares. “Shall I cure your suffering?” she asks. I nod, hesitant. The demoness undresses and reveals her secret. She is more than a woman. Her penis is hard and scary, yet shapely, needy. I’ve never seen one on a woman’s body before. She invites me to explore her body, touch her, kiss her, caress her. There is this feeling again, deep within me, crawling to the surface, pushing away the fear. Aeltha is patient, guiding, reassuring. As I finally surrender to my body’s desire, my loins unite with hers, slowly, passionately, thrillingly. She kisses me dearly, knowing.

This feels strange, though not too painful, so the sensation will fade before long.

The ninth memory feels like a flash. I am chained to the dungeon wall, wrists locked in metal shackles above my head. The feeling of warm air upon the skin of my naked body. Leather stockings and gloves is all I am allowed to wear, as a slave I am. I am not alone. My Mistress, Aeltha, is with me. She is accompanied by another demon woman, but her name I do not remember. They talk; Aeltha plans to do some experiments on human captives. Her goal, the creation of a demon kinsman or kinswoman. The other one asks if she has someone specific in mind for the first try. The sorceress nods and points her finger towards me. My destiny is set.

This feels strange, though not too painful, so the sensation will fade before long.

The tenth memory is of the cold stone of an altar pressing against my back. Arms chained above my head to the sides of the stone, legs held in place, spread wide to give access to my most private parts. The ritual of transformation is about to begin. There is someone nearby; it is the nameless woman from before. I get a glimpse of her nether regions. She is like Aeltha, more than a woman. My head is bent back, over the edge of the altar, held fast by a leather strap. The tip of her penis points towards my face; a spear, ready to pierce deep into my throat until her testicles reach my lips. I feel Aeltha’s fingertips caress my inner thighs, the head of her phallus teasing my labia. My heart beats fast within my chest.

Loins suddenly thrust forward. I feel impaled, twofold. Aeltha’s cock fills my vagina. I moan. My eyes go wide as the salty flesh of the other cock passes my lips, over my tongue, down my throat. I gag, I groan, it hurts. As the two demon women continue to shove themselves in and out of my body, the pain fades. Lust prevails. I cease to gag, my tongue slithers over the cock sliding between my lips; the nameless woman answers with lascivious groans. I thrust back my hips against Aeltha’s movement, my vagina spasms and contracts around the invading flesh; the demon sorceress joins in the cacophony of groans. She begins to cast her spell, calling in dark powers in a language never heard before. Something starts creeping into me, unfurling in all of my body, my mind, myself. My body cringes, tenses, as a sudden jolt of pain blasts trough me, lingering, raising. The seesaw of orgasmic sensations and horrendous agony ravages me; it is unbearable. The demon magic crushes my feet and legs, breaks through my rump, my fingers, my forehead. My gagged screams of pain make my tormentors groan aloud, as hot Kazdruk nectar forces its way into my womb and down my throat. “This looks promising.” are the last words I hear before I pass out.

This feels strange, though not too painful, so the sensation will fade before long.

The eleventh memory that comes to the fore is of my eyes snapping open, still lying on the altar, alone. How long have I been unconscious? I can still taste their cum on my tongue. As I lick my lips to savor the flavor, I recognize the inhuman length and the forked tip of my tongue. It startles me at first. I sit up and look upon my legs. What once was human has been altered into the shape of a beast. I move my legs to the side and set my hooves down upon the floor; a clacking sound like that of a horse trotting. I try to stand on my new … feet, with caution. I am amazed how the muscles of my body quickly adapt to my new form. For the first time in my life, I feel strong, powerful, superior.

The door opens and Aeltha enters the altar chamber. I turn my upper body around to face my creator, looking back over my shoulder, my hips swaying slightly due to the turning movement. “Such a gorgeous succubus.” she says, smiles and continues: “Come, my child. It is time to present my creation to the others.” I follow my Mistress through the dungeon. Moving on my hooves feels more natural with every step. We pass a mirror, mounted to the wall of the hallway. I pause for a moment. It is the first time I see my new self entirely. The pupils of my demonic eyes are slit, like those of a cat, and the yellow color of my eyes complements the darkened tan skin color of my altered body. A pair of gorgeous twisted dark horns protrude from my forehead. Pointed ears. Larger breasts. I am nearly stunned by the beauty of my succubus body. Furthermore, I somehow enjoy wearing only stockings and arm-length gloves. I see Aeltha appear behind me, placing her hands on my shoulders. “Irresistible, aren’t you?”

The chamber we enter is occupied with other Kazdruk, standing, sitting, talking. The crowd falls silent as we enter the room. Dozens of eyes peer at me, their facial expression ranges from being astonished to inquiring. Aeltha presents me as her very first human who has been transformed into a succubus. A murmur runs through the crowd. One of them speaks up and asks for my name. I answer:

“My name is Rhyeesh.”

This feels strange, though not too painful, so the sensation will fade before long.

I awaken. It is the present, of course it is! … The light of dawn shines through the windows of the abandoned cathedral, the one near the human enclave, the one I had played with my two elven girls. In the corner of the room I can see the frightened young woman I captured near the enclave last night. She gazes at me, bound, gagged, helpless. Her anguish amuses me, she isn’t used to see a demon.

Time for my breakfast …