Chapter 3
Shakaam knelt by the carriage, examining the foot prints that led away and onto the cobblestone road. There were two obvious sets leading away from it, both barefoot. He found it strange that they could travel so far without shoes, but there were more than likely many things he didn't know about them. The cobblestones would make tracking them nigh impossible, especially since it was a well-travelled road leading to one of the city gates.
If Kemaj hadn't been such a nexus for trade, they could have stopped every traveller at each gate and examined them, but even then, Shakaam figured the women could get by somehow. As it was, stopping everyone would only cause long lines and dissention among the people of the city and travellers. No, they had to think everything was alright. And for now, it was.
Jarif's crew was investigating the death of a gate watchman, and how three of his companions couldn't have noticed anything. No doubt Jarif would literally have their heads by the dawn, unless he was convinced to head north to Elezan. His zeal for catching these women made Shakaam quite uneasy, and each day spent with the man made the lieutenant like him less.
"No." The lieutenant said to himself, "They've already gone north to the capitol. There will be much killing there." He shook his head despairingly at the idea of how many could die at their hands. Even Kemaj couldn't compare with the population of Elezan. The one thing they had working for them was that Jarif claimed to know the Prince, which more than likely meant the Prince owed him favors, or he had some sort of sway over the Imperial family.
Shakaam felt a drop of water hit his nose, then immediately another brushed past his hand. It was beginning to rain, as he'd expected. There was a great storm coming in from the bay, which could make travel difficult if they didn't leave soon. Already there had been reports of shipwrecks and other ships blown far off-course. As if they didn't have enough difficulties as it was, now they were going to have the weather working against them as well.
"We've gotten all the information we can here. Let's see if we can't find Jarif and move on to Elezan." Shakaam said, mounting his horse. The two guards Jarif posted with him nodded and mounted their horses as well.
By the time they reached the gate Jarif and the rest of his men were at, the rain was coming down hard. Jarif was standing under an overhang, talking to his men. Shakaam dismounted and approached him.
"Jarif, we have to get moving - the storm is coming much quicker than expected." he yelled through the loud rain.
"We're not done here, lieutenant. We need to -"
"If we don't get moving now, the storm could put us days behind them. I think they're already on their way to Elezan. I'd stake my life on it."
"But would you stake the lives of those in this city, lieutenant? If they haven't left, they could run amok here while we had to wait-out the storm in Elezan and then double back."
Shakaam knew this would happen. He was still standing in the rain in a show of defiance, as if getting out of the rain would be giving in to Jarif.
"Alright then, I'm going to Elezan. Right now. If you want to send someone along with me, fine, but there's nothing more I can do here except wait." Shakaam protested.
Jarif stared hard at the lieutenant. Deep inside he knew Shakaam was right - they were probably just wasting time here in Kemaj. He thought about how his companion was right the last time they had a disagreement - they should have just tried to kill the girl instead of following her. It was no matter that they had found her dead inside the carriage the next day, the lieutenant had been right. Now he was forced with the possibility that he might be right again, only this time, much more was at stake.
Tavra gasped in awe at the lights of Elezan, capitol of the Empire of Akeryn. It was still far in the distance, but the fact that she could see the lights from this far away amazed her.
"See, just like I said, over the next hill. It won't be long now." Jynn said, smiling at her companion.
"What's that light in the sky over there?" Tavra said, pointing.
"That's the Holy Fire of Atsuin. It's atop the Emperor's Tower. It hasn't gone out for over three millennia, and is a symbol to the people of the holiness of the Empire."
"How many people live there?"
"In Elezan? Nobody's sure. There are hundreds of small outlying villages that contribute to the population, but the city itself is huge and overcrowded." She paused a moment, glancing at Tavra. "We're going to feast well there."
"Yes. I want them all." Tavra said, almost in a trace-like state.
"First we'll see Byen. You two should really meet. Then we'll track down my master and drain him, then we can take Elezan by storm."
"And then what?"Tavra said, still looking at the lights. Jynn paused, leaving a short silence between the two.
"Then we find your master, I guess, and play it by ear from there."
"Good. Lead on."
The two began moving down the hillside towards the city. They had been travelling for six days and nights, nonstop, shadowing the main road. Both of them were somewhat worried about their encounter in Kemaj with Adjra and her hunters, and thus they had taken strayed further from the main path to the capitol than most travellers cared to wander. Though she wasn't sure if their adversaries were headed towards Elezan, Jynn did think it best to stay off any main routes so as to not be noticed.
Six days. Six days since they last felt someone's energy coursing into them. Though she missed it, Jynn didn't seem to mind these dry spells. Tavra, on the other hand, got more and more greedy for lifeforce with each passing day without it. She imagined herself running into the city gates and draining the first guards she met, but that might give them away. Still, the thought was tempting, and grew more tempting as they neared the city. There was, however, one other option she'd been prying at all week...
Ahgran suddenly awoke in a cold sweat. She was at it again.
"Ahhhgraaaannnn..." she called to him in his mind.
"No!" He thought, "No, I've resisted her before!"
"Baaarooonnnn..." she called again. All week she had been slowly wearing away his willpower. At meals, during training, but worst of all, while he tried to sleep. He was exhausted from trying to resist her, and the fact that he couldn't sleep while she was tempting him did not help his situation. She'd deprived him of so much sleep in the past week, but he was determined not to give in to her.
As she travelled, Jynn noticed Tavra was rolling her thumb over her fingers in a strange motion. She thought nothing of it and continued their slow jog.
He felt her hands on his fleshy member, massaging it. Spasms of pleasure shot through him as it grew hard. His defenses were failing... she was slowly prying her way into his mind. He could feel her smiling as she sensed her victory.
Ahgran rose from his bed and quietly moved to the far corner of the encampment. Though it was normally hard to see in the shroud of night, he found himself strangely aware of his surroundings now, as if it were almost twilight to him. He could hear the night watch telling stories, but their attention was focused away from the camp, not within it. There were also the sounds of snoring among the crowd, and the flicker of firelight in the distance - the false camp they'd made to lure any would-be attackers.
The baron stopped and knelt by one of the sleeping bandits. He could feel her hunger, tearing at his own, using his own lust as a weapon against himself. Again the urge to satisfy her swept through him, and he gently bent over and took the sleeping man's hand. Arvord shuddered as the energy rushed through him. His lust only grew, as he saw her in his mind...
Tavra's mouth became an open smile, growing wider and more blissful with each second. She inhaled deeply and slowed her walk. Lifeforce pulsed into her, causing her own flesh to convulse and spasm.
"Yeeesssss..." she whispered loudly, exhaling and closing her eyes. She found the ecstasy not quite as distracting as it once was - her senses still reeled at the intensity of the pleasure, but she was focused enough to continue walking, though at a much slower pace.
Ahgran climaxed, his penis spurting small gobs of cum into his pants. With the mixture of energy gushing into him and his own orgasm, it was all he could do to keep from crying out.
The lifeforce of the bandit began to dwindle, and Arvord's pleasure subsided. He stayed in contact until the man was a lifeless husk, then the baron slumped over on the ground, panting heavily. He knew that each time he gave in to her and fed her energy, it strengthened her powers, even if only a little. Ahgran hoped that her ability to tempt him like this was not one of her powers which would grow stronger, for if it was, he was headed for a slow spiral downwards. He didn't even want to consider how powerful she would grow by taking in lifeforce on her own.
Suddenly there was a disturbance in a nearby tent. The baron saw the bandit king's bodyguards carrying Gathim out of the tent in a rather forceful manner.
Earlier...
Now was the time. He moved quietly out from under his covers, carefully avoiding the guard posted at his end of the camp. The darkness made it nigh impossible to see anything at all, but he'd rehearsed this for days now, and this would probably be his only shot.
Carefully he stepped, measuring each stride and following his measurements with silent footfalls. Sixty steps. He turned slightly to the left and was able to barely make out the silhouette of the tent against the trees.
At sixty more steps he stopped and knelt, feeling around for the rock he'd left, hoping that it hadn't been kicked or moved out of the way. Luck was with him - it was a few inches from where he'd left it. Standing once again, he continued on, clutching the rock tightly. It was a good rock, heavy, and sharp on one end. It would do the job.
Or so he hoped.
Another sixteen steps and he stopped and knelt again, fumbling around for the lip of the tent. He was a few feet off, but was still in the general vicinity. He got on his back and lifted the tent lip slightly, sliding under clumsily. Once inside, he went to where he'd seen his captor pull the dagger from. He may not have been the brightest of the bunch, but he knew what had happened when the bandit looked into the ruby - he saw something, something important, something about his beloved Tavra. Whatever he'd seen, it was so important that he didn't share it with anyone. In fact, the only thing the bandit king had said about the whole affair was that he understood the situation much better, and that he'd have to think a while on a course of action.
There was a sharp pain as he cut himself on the dagger. He withdrew his finger to his mouth and sucked on it, taking the dagger from its ritual cloth with the other hand. The thought of trying to use the dagger crossed his mind, as he was already bleeding, but he knew better than to mess with magic untrained. The fates of those who dabbled in the arcane arts were said to be decided by their skill to control magic. Worse fates than simple death awaited those who were not skilled enough or had a flaw in their spellcasting, and he was not about to find out what those fates were.
He moved the rug and found the stone tablet which held the arcane markings. He placed the dagger at the center of the tablet so that he could see a faint reflection of the firelight in the ruby. Raising the rock high above his head, he took aim at the glimmering stone and brought it down hard. There was a dull crack and a whoosh as the dagger flew past, narrowly missing his ear. He heard it clang outside, hitting something metal. For a moment he didn't know if the rock had shattered, or of the ruby had. Quickly feeling around the stone tablet, he almost cut himself on shards of glass. He smiled, knowing the job was done.
Suddenly there was a pungent, choking smell in the air. He coughed loudly and got to his feet just in time for two sets of very large arms to grab him and drag him outside.
Strigori fumed as he picked up the dagger, seeing a large gaping hole with chips of red glass where there once was his precious ruby. Looking through the hole he saw his bodyguards in the torchlight hefting the boy, Gathim, towards him.
"He's the one responsible." one of them said. Strigori's eyes grew wide and his mouth turned to a bitter frown. Gathim smiled at his handiwork.
Strigori's temper flared at the sight of the grinning boy. He charged at him and plunged the knife deep into the boy's stomach. Gathim gurgled, his tongue hanging from his mouth. Strigori twisted the knife with all his might, hoping to cause the boy as much pain as possible in his last moments.
"Oh thank Charnus!" a thick, male voice from the tent said, "I don't think I could have dealt with having to serve a mere boy!" Strigori and his men turned, swords were drawn all over camp - even Arvord took up a spear. What they had heard sounded inhuman on some instinctual level, causing a gut-reaction in all of them. There was a prolonged silence as they all waited for something to emerge from the tent.
"Who's dere?" Strigori called-out, waving a torch at the tent entrance.
A slim old man stepped slowly from the tent. He was clad in forest green robes, dirty and torn, and his skin was a sickly pale green. His eyes were pure black, without whites or pupils - no one could tell who or what he was looking at, if anything. The wrinkles on his face made him look to be in his sixties, but something in all the men in the camp made them feel like he was far more ancient.
"Ah, good." he said. His voice made them all uneasy, and the men stirred at this. "I am Th'ula Stiv, and you are Strigori - I know you well my friend." he continued, smiling widely at the bandit. His teeth looked silvery, perhaps even made entirely of metal. Strigori, still enraged at losing his artifact, deftly lunged forward with the dagger.
"Now you are dead!" he screamed, driving the blade into the old man's ribcage. Th'ula Stiv's smile quickly became a look of terror, and then pain. Strigori wiggled the blade around inside the wound, but there was something odd - it felt as if he had stabbed a bag of grass!
The old man suddenly began laughing, and looked up at his attacker.
"Had you for a moment, eh?" the old man patted Strigori on the shoulder, "Don't you know that you can only harm demons with special metals?"
Strigori withdrew the dagger and stepped back in shock. All of his men also took a step back, weapons still raised. Only Arvord stood his ground.
"A demon... Wh-where did you come from?" Strigori asked, wide-eyed, "And...why are you here?"
"Ah, from Charnus, of course! Where do all demons come from?" Th'ula Stiv continued to smile happily at the bandit. "I was imprisoned in that gem you called 'Ghirza,' but the boy freed me." He stopped and looked at Gathim's corpse. "I would normally serve him, but since you killed him, now... I serve you, my old friend!"
"I don't know you... we are not 'friends.'" Strigori spit.
"Ah, but I know YOU! I've shown you things, remember all those times in the tent looking into the gem? Yes, that was me. We've spent an awful lot of time together, yes, and you may need my help in your future ventures against these women who have wronged you so." Strigori's eyes grew wide again at the demon's explanation. His men took another step back, the baron again stood his ground.
Th'ula Stiv turned his head towards Ahgran and raised his eyebrows. He turned his whole body and walked slowly towards the nobleman, all the while his finger was pointed at Ahgran.
"For instance, I know this man's secrets... Yes, he has maaaany of them. Ahgran..." the demon chuckled, shaking his finger slightly at the baron. Again his men backed away, and again Arvord stood his ground.
He didn't know what to think - did this man really know his secrets? If he did, and he told Strigori of his noble lineage, Arvord might find himself nothing more than a hefty ransom piece who would be executed if he were ever returned to the Empire's clutches. He knew running would do him no good, as the bandit king's men would shoot him before he even got out of the camp.
"If you know my secrets, demon, then speak them and be done with it!" Arvord growled, resigning himself to whatever cards fate had dealt him.
"Oh, I will... unless you make a pact with me, of course..." Th'ula Stiv smiled, stopping in front of the nobleman.
"Only fools make pacts with demons!" he said, glancing quickly at Strigori, who was eyeing him carefully.
"And only dead men do not. It's your choice - everlasting life and my services, or a slow and painful end, either at the hands of time, or perhaps at the end of a blade."
Ahgran swallowed hard. He'd made a deal with Tavra and wished he had died instead. Still, if he could use this demon's "services" to get back at her, then it might be worth it.
"What are your terms, Charnusite?"
"It's Charnusian, and we'll discuss them later, in private." Th'ula Stiv turned and began walking towards the bandit-king.
"What if I don't agree to them?"
The demon only stopped and turned his head slightly, almost looking over his shoulder. "Then I tell everything about you to everyone I meet, including where you are. Someone's bound to want you dead, aren't they?" He turned back towards Strigori, smiling.
"What price do I pay, demon?" the brigand said disdainfully.
"What don't you understand about the word 'servant?' You killed the one who freed me, now you are the master. You run the proverbial 'show' here. All I do is advise you."
"You do not fight? I taught all demons were great fighters?"
"Well, some are, but not I. No, I may be invulnerable, but it would take me a long time to kill anyone. I'd rather just outlive them and then piss on their rotting corpses."
"Alright denn," Strigori said almost defiantly, "advise me!"
"Ah, well...I say get some rest because tomorrow we will be looking for your foes, Tavra and Jynn, in Elezan. You'll need all of your cunning, all of your..."
The demon was cut off by Strigori's loud outburst of laughter. "Duothi! HA! Elezan's almost two weeks march from here!"
"I have magic that will get us there. Anyhow, the women have enemies we'll need to contact once we find out what they're up to. They're still dragging their feet leaving Kemaj though, and we can't really wait around for them."
Strigori had stopped laughing, and again was looking on in confusion. "Wait, who says I want to kill dem?"
"Trust me, my lord, that's the best way. There are three powers struggling here. Tavra and Jynn, who laid waste to your primary camp, the Order of Stewards, who want to destroy all seven remaining women, and finally, the women who work for their master. There's only five of them left, and two of them have gone renegade. Tavra and Jynn are after their master's energies, and if they succeed in taking them, they will be nigh-unstoppable. Considering how powerful they already are, and how close they already are, I would count on that happening. If we help THEIR enemies, we can win their trust and work our way into their ranks, where you can eventually, with my advice, get rid of them as well and rule by yourself! If we were to side with the women, they'd try to bring their god back, and nobody can contro- ."
"Enough!" Strigori interrupted, half annoyed that his "servant" had given-away so much information already. "I follow your advice." The bandit king turned towards his men and continued, "Tomorrow we look for dees women, in Elezan, with the help of our new friend, Th'ula Stiv!"
With that, the men warily returned to their sleeping places and laid down to rest. They knew it would be an uneasy rest, as the mere presence of a demon shook their souls on a level they couldn't comprehend.
Ahgran remained though, watching Th'ula Stiv intently, wondering what HIS interests were. The demon whispered something to Strigori and returned to the tent he'd first stepped out of. Strigori stared at Arvord as he watched the demon.
"You stood your ground when my men retreated. Why?" the bandit asked. Arvord, still watching the tent, thought briefly of Tavra and Jynn, and what had been done to him. Without looking at Strigori, he replied,
"I've seen worse."
Jynn could feel Tavra's lust to take the energy of every guard at the gate, and the look in her eyes could have made anyone suspicious. She was proud of the restraint shown by the both of them. At least Tavra had some energy over the trip, Jynn hadn't felt the rush in days. They quickly passed the gate inspection, Tavra kept looking behind at them, wanting to go back, but as soon as they made it inside the walls, she could sense the energy before her.
It was after dusk in Elezan, and the streets were still somewhat crowded. Before them the Emperor's great palace of Ghar Dhuszat loomed high in the sky, dominated by the Emperor's Tower. Beyond the sandstone and brick walls of the nearby buildings they could both sense their crop of lifeforce, waiting to be harvested. The two decided to head for the bad part of town where the deaths they would cause would be explained easier, and investigated less.
After another hour of walking, they had finally reached the slum area, where they began to pretend to be lost. However, their hope that someone would take note of two beautiful and overly dressed women in a bad part of town seemed to be in vain, as the streets were empty - even beggars were not to be found.
Suddenly dark shapes emerged from surrounding alleys and buildings. There was a definite chill in the air. A brief gust of wind blew Tavra's skirt aside, revealing her womanhood, which she made no effort to cover. She brushed her silky hair from her face and examined the people before them. Both Jynn and Tavra didn't know what to make of them - they sensed no energy in these beings.
"We know what you are, and what you do." One of them spoke. "We know you leave unsolved murders in towns, murders that cause certain parties to look for answers. This leads them to us, which we do not appreciate. Consider yourself warned - if you kill in this town, you will answer for it." They drew in closer around the women, six of them, forming a loose circle. "There are thousands of us" he continued, his voice thick and serious, "and we have others who watch. You will abide by our rules here or suffer. Consider yourselves warned."
Tavra felt a chill run up her spine at his threat - a feeling she'd never felt before. Her eyes widened a moment, then the figures all turned in unison and left as quickly as they came. Jynn leaned over and whispered to Tavra.
"Vampires. It's a good thing they didn't try to drink our blood."
"Why is that?" Tavra whispered back.
"There's so much energy floating around in us, I'm not sure what would happen. They might become extremely powerful, or they might transform into true vampires or something."
Tavra gave her a puzzled look. "So those were... fake vampires?"
"No, just minions. Servitors created by a true vampire. True vampires are beings of great power - a mortal must use a very old and very rare ritual to turn themselves into one. They are nigh invulnerable, like us, though in different ways. It's no matter really, because once we take the energy from my master, we'll be powerful enough to destroy anything together." Jynn smiled at her companion, who smiled back. Both of them knew their powers had grown a great deal since they first met, and if Jynn's master had been gathering energy for thousands of years, there's no telling what they would be capable of after draining him.
"So," she continued, "we should watch our step until we can take them on at our leisure. Right now, let's head to the palace."
"Why?"
"I want the Prince. I've heard stories that the males of the Ghosamm Imperial line have large cocks, which is how they came to power." She started in the direction of the palace, Tavra followed.
"What do you mean?"
"They managed to outbreed, intermarry, and seduce the other houses into submission or destruction. There are tales of noble women seeking them out for satisfaction. I want to experience them firsthand. The emperor has been deathly ill for years now, but the Prince... I've heard he's young and quite dashing." Jynn smiled as she spoke.
Tavra and Jynn made their way to the palace grounds. At the first gate stood several well-armed men milling about. Their eyes lit up at the two beauties approaching them, and the one who was obviously in charge stepped forward.
"Can I... help you ladies?" He bowed slightly. Jynn looked deep into the guard's eyes and focused her will. She could see into his mind for a moment, and his own will became a plaything to hers - an unexpected progression of her powers, no doubt.
"Take us to the Prince. Now."
The guard looked suddenly surprised, and the others were too awestruck by Tavra to notice. He turned and led them through the gate, and then past two more gates. At each one, the men could do nothing but gawk in awe of the women as they passed-by.
Entering the palace proper, they weaved their way through halls and rooms, all eleganly carved from stone with the utmost care. Every wall was smooth and cold to the touch, the floors were well-kept and covered in most places by rugs, woven of the finest cloth and imported from the furthest reaches of the empire. Though they had no need for material wealth and could take what they wanted, Tavra and Jynn still marvelled at the expense of the decor.
At last they came to a set of oak double doors which opened into a great dining hall. The room was filled with nobles, some dancing, some eating, most talking. There were several scantily-clad and naked women about, sitting in noblemen's laps, feeding them, dancing with them, providing their company for a price. It was easy to tell they were all noblemen who had come here to be with women other than their wives.
In the middle of the room was a young man sitting in an elegant throne. His skin was light and smooth, and his features quite appealing to the two women. He smiled at a woman who sat in his lap, but like the others in the room, his smile faded into a look of awe when he noticed Tavra and Jynn. All was silent after a few moments as everyone in the room turned to marvel at them.
Tavra approached the young man in the throne, standing to his left and putting her hands on her hips. Looking down at him with a very serious expression, she was about to speak when he interrupted her.
"What fortuitous omen brings two exquisite beauties into this gathering?" He said, meeting her gaze. His hand began to move up her thigh.
"My name is Tavra, and you will..." she stopped when his hand moved up and under her loincloth, gently massaging her clitoris. She inhaled suddenly and closed her eyes. It had been some time since someone had touched her there, but she tried to regain her focus and continue speaking. Opening her eyes once more she attempted to continue.
"You will take me to..." she stopped, mouth agape, and moaned as he inserted two fingers inside of her. Probing his fingers around inside of her, he dextrously stroked her labia and clitoris with his thumb.
"What was that? Were you saying something?" he asked, smiling as she tightened around his fingers. She leaned over and braced herself on his throne with one of her arms, the other still on her hip. She began to spread her legs a bit more. The young man continued his assault on her pussy, and all she could do was close her eyes and gasp in pleasure.
Tavra gripped the chair tightly as the orgasm worked its way across her body. She cried out and trembled as his hand worked faster, her eyes squinting at the intensity of the orgasm. Others in the room couldn't help but stare in awe at the lovely woman whose face was contorted from the rush of pleasure she was feeling. After a few seconds of orgasm, she was panting quite slowly and deeply. She backed away quickly, his hand sliding from her as she did.
Still panting, she began to speak, "You will follow me. Now." Tavra focused her will upon the young man, bringing his lust out.
He leapt out of his seat and stepped to her, taking her hips in his hands and kissing her passionately.
Jynn, who seemed to be focused on one of the merchants, quickly moved to join her companion. She had tried to penetrate the man's mind and see how far she could go, but could get nothing more than surface thoughts of his lust for Tavra.
"Are you the Prince?" Tavra whispered, looking up as he finished kissing her.
He nodded quickly and was about to speak when she put her hand over his mouth.
"Take us to your bedroom then, my Prince." She smiled.
He pulled her to a door and opened it, looking back at the assembled nobles and merchants. "I'll be back soon, no one leave!" He said, smiling.
They travelled down several long corridors and up some stairs, all the while, the Prince was leading them at a brisk pace, his lust for them was obvious.
"What is your name, Prince?" Tavra asked.
"Viestro." He responded, not even stopping to look back at her. He led Tavra by the hand, though she had no trouble keeping up. As they rounded a corner he called down the hall to have his door opened. Viestro held the door open for the two women, smiling and motioning for them to enter.
He made his way to the bed as the two marvelled at the splendor of the room. Laying on the bed, he put his hands behind his head and smiled widely at them.
"Ladies - shall we get started?"
Jynn looked at Tavra, who was already disrobing. The two of them were naked in no time, but just as they began moving towards the bed to join him, he shook his finger at them.
"No no, we're in no hurry here, ladies. First, you must pleasure each other for me."
Tavra raised an eyebrow quizically at him while Jynn gasped with excitement.
"Trust me my dear," Jynn whispered, leaning in close to Tavra. "I'll make it enjoyable." She reached over slid her hand over Tavra's mound and rubbed her clitoris.
Tavra's confusion exploded into pleasure. Jynn had somehow touched her EXACTLY where she'd wanted to be touched in precisely the right way.
Jynn leaned over and lapped gently at one of Tavra's large nipples, sending the girl spiralling further towards orgasm. Tavra spread her legs a bit and threw her head back, grunting weakly as Jynn massaged her vital areas. Stepping closer, Jynn inserted her other hand into Tavra's pussy, and began pumping two fingers in and out of her.
Tavra began to climax long and hard the instant her Jynn's fingers entered her and targeted just the right spot - it was almost as if she were touching herself. Her breathing accelerated and she brought her hands up to feel Jynn's breasts as her flesh was overcome with the tingling of orgasm.
As her body relaxed, Tavra pulled Jynn in close and embraced her, kissing passionately, both tongues entertwining. Jynn gave in to the lust for the girl that had built up all this time they had travelled together.
Tavra dragged Jynn down to her knees with her, sucking on her mentor's nipples the whole way. She moved down to the crotch and began to press her tongue at Jynn's clitoris.
"Yes!" Jynn gasped, a victorious smile on her face.
Tavra began to return her previous favor by penetrating three fingers into her companion, rubbing at the same spot she thought she would enjoy. Jynn squirmed in bliss, knowing that no amount of lifeforce could compete with the sensual assault she was experiencing right now.
As Tavra was kneeling, she felt Viestro's hands on her hips, and she lifted her ass into the air. The Prince entered her and began sliding in and out, causing Tavra to tremble slightly and lose her focus for a moment. She quickly regained it and continued pleasuring Jynn, who was tightening around her fingers in orgasm. Viestro slowly thrust in and out of Tavra, causing her to tremble and gyrate as she continued to work on Jynn. Finally Tavra could focus no more, and lifted her face from between Jynn's thighs. She planted her hands and pushed back against Viestro as he quickened his thrusts into her.
Jynn turned around and rolled onto her back so that she could scoot underneath Tavra. She looked up to see Viestro's wet shaft moving in and out of Tavra. Jynn tilted her head and used her tongue on Tavra's clitoris while the Prince hammered into Tavra above her. His scrotum slapped against Jynn's forehead with each penetration.
The sensation was incredible, and Tavra screamed and arched her back in orgasm. Viestro felt her hips quiver and her muscles clench his shaft inside her. His hips froze and his cock burst, squirted cum inside her. Tavra drew some of his essence into her through his seed. The rush of absorbing it was almost unbearable, and her orgasm lingered on for some time.
The Prince felt himself weaken until he was dizzy. Then he suddenly felt strength return to him, and with a great rush of pleasure, his cock throbbed and he spewed more cum inside of her. She channeled energy back into him, stealing away what was his and giving him her own.
Viestro felt confused for a moment in the orgasm - it was strange that there had been no warning, no buildup, just a sudden explosion of pleasure and he was firing his seed into her. However, the sensation was so great and unlike any other he'd ever had that he could only hold the thought for a couple of seconds.
Hours seemed to pass, perhaps even a full day. They had somehow managed to move to the bed as the three of them writhed in ecstasy, pleasuring each other, limbs flailing about in a mass. Viestro seemed no larger than normal, as the rumors had said, but he was induced to multiple orgasms, more than either of the women thought possible. Tavra repeatedly drained the Prince and filled him with her own energy, even leaving him with a little extra. She was certain that he belonged to her now. Viestro only penetrated Jynn once or twice. Instead, they both concentrated on Tavra, who was being pleasured by one of them at all times.
Finally the women had their fill of him. Tavra rose from the bed and walked to where her clothes lay.
Viestro sat-up in bed and called to her "Tavra, my darling, I didn't say I was done with you."
She turned and brought her will to bear on her new slave, nonchalantly saying "Well, then why don't you cum again?"
As she finished speaking, Viestro's shaft throbbed and squirted a gob of cum. His body was wracked with waves of ecstasy as his cock continued to spew forth, hitting himself in the chest and running off onto the bed. He let out a gurgle and quickened his breathing, spreading and straightening his legs until the orgasm subsided.
Jynn giggled. Tavra shot her a victorious smile and approached Viestro. Just as Viestro was exhaling the finishing stages of his sudden climax, she bent over and cupped her hand over the head of his cock. Leaning forward to look him in the eye, she said
"Cummmmm..."
Again, an orgasm took him by surprise. He made fists with the sheets and grunted a few times as the creamy slime shot into Tavra's hand, where it pooled among her fingers. This time he continued cumming for much longer, causing him to cry out in pleasure a few times and arch his back. His penis throbbed uncontrollably, each time firing forth more of the ooze that was covering Tavra's hand.
After a few very long moments of utter bliss, his orgasm subsided again, and fatigue began to overtake him.
Tavra turned her palm and held it to his face, "Clean my hand, lover, and then we'll be off."
Instantly he was wide awake again, and began licking his own cum from her. His eyes met hers, and the satisfaction on her face was apparent. It pleased him to know that he was her servant, and that he made her smile.
Tavra rose and began walking back to where her clothes were, but stopped halfway and turned again to the young Prince.
"Oh, there's one more thing, lover. Call in one of your servants."
Viestro, smitten, clapped and called for a servant. A young man dressed in imperial livery entered the room. His eyes grew large at the sight of the naked women, and his attention seemed to be directed entirely at them.
"Now, go shake his hand." Tavra gently commanded, smiling at the Prince and then at the servant.
The naked Prince did as she asked, rushing over to the young man and taking his hand. Instantly he felt a surge of pleasure and inhaled in surprise. His cock became errect again, and drips of cum began to seep from the tip. He panted and looked at Tavra.
She had her hands on her neck with her head slightly tilted back, her eyes half squinting. He somehow knew that she shared the same ecstasy as he did - some kind of energy was flowing through him and into her. Tavra moaned as the power rushed into her. It wasn't much, but the feeling of it always gave her pleasure.
Viestro roared and gripped the man's throat, allowing more energy to rush into and through him. He could feel the servant struggle, but he was quickly growing weaker, and his lovely Tavra was growing stronger because of it.
The servant collapsed, weakened by the draining. The Prince did his best to hold him up so he could continue doing whatever he was doing. The feeling rushing through him was greater than any kind of pleasure he'd ever felt before, and he luxuriated in the decadence of it. He intently watched Tavra gyrate her hips and writhe as she shared the strange sensation. The feeling began to subside, and the body seemed to get heavier, and finally he dropped it and sighed deeply. Tavra closed her eyes, smiled, and felt her large breasts with her hands.
"Tavra, my love, what was that?" Viestro said, his eyes wide. "I've never felt so good before...I felt as if... were you... feeling the same thing?"
"Yes, I felt it too. It is quite amazing, isn't it?" Tavra said as she nodded.
"And it was making you... stronger somehow, wasn't it?"
Jynn raised her eyebrows in surprise, still looking at Tavra. She found it interesting that he somehow knew about the energy transference.
"Why, yes, that's exactly correct. I want you to do that each day if you can."
Viestro turned towards the door and called for another servant.
"But, don't do it too often, lad." Jynn blurted.
Tavra could hear the concern in her voice. Remembering their run-in with the vampires and the men in Kemaj, Tavra spoke out as well. "She's right, my Prince. If you draw attention to yourself, our plans may be endangered."
"Plans?" the Prince asked as another servant entered the room.
Tavra drew in close to Viestro and whispered, "Yes, great plans. Now, have the body disposed of."
The young Prince gave the order and the servant dragged the body out for disposal while the women got dressed. All the while the Prince hovered around Tavra, staring in awe at his mistress.
At his door Tavra finally turned to him and said in a seductive voice, "Rest now. I'll return for you...later, lover."
Tavra raised herself on her arms to look at the shaft penetrating her, thrusting in and out rapidly as she approached orgasm. She found it erotic to watch herself be pierced as such - the flesh rod entering and leaving her. There was a wet, slurping sound each time he thrust inwards - several men had already cum inside of her a few times each, leaving her wet and dripping with their seed, and lubricating the way for others. The feeling of her large breasts swaying up and down from the intensity of him driving his cock in and out of her only heightened her pleasure.
Her breathing accelerated and became staggered until her orgasm exploded. Tavra winced as the sensation took hold. Her insides tightened, and she gurgled, still focusing on the image of her penetration. The man pushing into her lost his concentration as he saw her face displaying her rapture, and he roared loudly and grasped her soft breasts as his cock began to release his load. Tavra willed his cum to carry with it some of his energies, which she absorbed, arching her back as his stolen essence spread through her body. She channeled some of her own power back into him, causing him to continue his calls of ecstasy and thrust harder into her.
Finally he was hers, and she could sense it. She pulled her feet from around his waist and waved him away. He eagerly pulled out of her, his penis smeared with his own cum and that of other men. Panting heavily from such an intense series of copulations, Tavra leaned forward and examined her crotch. Whitish slime oozed forth from between her still-spread legs, dripping onto the table she was situated on, and even on to the floor.
The men in the room were all hers now. There were roughly twenty of them, all the richest and most influential men in the city, and perhaps the empire, and they would all do anything for her now. They were staring in awe at her, except two of them who were pleasuring Jynn.
Tavra gestured to one of her thrall as she spread her legs wide, and commanded him, "Clean me."
Immediately the man rushed over to her and began lapping at her frothy pussy. His eyes locked on hers, looking for signs of approval. She gave it as she inhaled and half closed her eyes. Tavra slowly threw her head back and grunted, spasming as the clitoral orgasm took her.
Jynn finished with her two merchant slaves and slowly stood, surveying the scene. She moved to one of the men who was watching Tavra and took his hand, running it across her breasts. He was only distracted for a moment, glancing at Jynn briefly and then going back to staring in awe at Tavra. Jynn moved his hand to the breast of one of the prostitutes standing beside them, who was also transfixed with Tavra. Instantly the man gasped and sqeezed the breast. He grunted and looked at her with wide eyes, moving his other hand to the woman's other breast.
Her orgasm subsided, but Tavra suddenly felt energy flowing into her. She could sense one of her new minions in the room draining a woman of her life essence and channeling it into herself. She arched her back and opened her mouth, gasping. Tavra could feel the woman's lifeforce streaming into her, mixing with her own - she could almost feel her own strength growing with the new power.
The man gasped as cum shot from his member onto the prostitute. She seemed somewhat flattered, though her eyelids quickly became heavy as her energy was drawn from her. She collapsed into the man's arms, he held her up and groaned for a few more seconds as he finished her off, and her life essence was taken in by Tavra.
She sat up, eyes still closed, and sighed heavily with a smile. The satisfaction was painted on her face as she looked at her new minions.
"I want all of you to be careful how often you do that for me. Be discrete, and I will reward you well." She said, smiling at them.
"Mistress, is there anything else we can do for you, o most beautiful one?" One of the rich merchants asked.
Tavra thought a moment and smiled again. "Yes, actually. I want to know about Saradite and P'jurium. I want to know if any shipments of the metals are coming into the city, who is responsible for them, and where they are going. If any of you have records of such metals going from place to place, I want to know."
Jynn grinned and thought how well she had shaped her companion, how she had surpassed the teacher, how beautifully deadly she was now. With the help of her minions, they could now turn the tables and hunt the hunters.
The two moved through the dawn-lit streets quickly. Peasants were already stepping from their hovels to begin their daily work, and were momentarily distracted by the two beauties walking briskly through the city. They came at last to a small tower with the name "Hegensheil" on the door. Jynn raised the heavy bronze knocker and beat the door seven times, paying close attention to the pattern. Once finished, she stepped back and smiled at Tavra.
They both sensed a lifeforce approaching the door, and then the sounds of locks being undone. The heavy oak door opened and a young man peeked his face out, instantly meeting Tavra's gaze. His eyes drew her in, almost hypnotizing her for the few seconds she looked into them. He was tall, as Jynn had said, with black hair parted in the middle, dipping down almost into his eyes. The two stared at each other for a long moment, and then he looked to Jynn and opened the door wide, ushering them both in.
"It's good to see you again, who is this?" The man asked, looking from Jynn to Tavra. Standing behind the young man, Jynn put her arm around him and another hand on his bare chest, facing Tavra.
"Byen, I'd like you to meet Tavra. Tavra, this is the man I've been talking about." Tavra awkwardly held her hand out, smiling weakly. Byen took her hand and bent over to kiss it, his eyes locked with hers the entire time. She could tell he had strong hands, but he was perfectly gentle. The touch of his soft lips on her skin was almost erotic, sending a shiver up her spine. He had something she'd never encountered in a man before, though she wasn't certain what it was.
Behind him, Tavra saw that Jynn had removed her leather bikini and was unbuttoning her cape. In seconds she was naked. Jynn placed her right hand on Byen's left shoulder. He turned and seemed surprised at her nakedness. She smiled and raised her left leg, bent at the knee, and used her other hand to reach under his loincloth.
"Jynn?" He said, somewhat confused. She guided his semi-flaccid member into herself, inhaling with wide eyes as he filled her. She smiled and exhaled as she began sliding up and down his shaft, feeling it harden and expand. Within moments he was thick and hard inside of her, his girth stretching her to the limits of her ecstasy. Jynn wrapped her legs around Byen's back and hung from his shoulders by her arms. She could tell her first orgasm wouldn't be far away now.
"Sorry, I just had to feel you in-...." Jynn started to speak, but was soon lost in the feeling of the moment just before orgasm. The rest of her words turned into gurgles as the sensation took control. Jynn closed her eyes tight and cried out. Byen was fondling her breasts and gently running his fingers around her anus. Somehow, he always knew exactly where to touch her, at exactly the right times.
Tavra watched, a little heartbroken with jealousy. Byen was by far the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen, and he was already thrusting his shaft into Jynn, who had cum once already and was beginning another ascent to climax as Tavra stared. It almost seemed as if neither of them paid any attention to her, except that Byen turned his head slightly to look back, as if to silently invite her in for the fun. She pretended to ignore them and walked past, into the next room.
They were there for what seemed to be hours. Jynn's calls of pleasure started to annoy Tavra, who tried to explore the small tower. Still, the cries of her companion echoed through the halls, almost mockingly seeking her out.
She found the baths and thought how nice it would be to have a warm bath. It was about that time that she realized in all her travels, she'd never stayed dirty for long. Even running through the countryside for a few days, both she and her clothes were still in pristine condition.
The bathwater was already warm, and was steaming at one end of the bath. Tavra guessed it was magically-heated somehow. She slid off her clothing and slipped into the water. The warmth of the water relaxed her, and she closed her eyes, resting her head on the stairs into the bath. She slipped in and out of sleep, or so it felt.
She was startled by the sudden presence of lifeforce in the room. Opening her eyes, she saw Byen standing there, looking down at her.
"Oh I'm sorry, I... didn't know you were -"
"No, it's alright. Don't mind me. We're your guests. I wouldn't want you to go out of your way or not do something that you normally do." Tavra responded. She began to stir, looking about the room for her clothes.
"No...please, stay." He smiled weakly at her. There was no resisting him - she met his gaze and sunk slowly back down to her original position. Her heart beat a little faster at his presence.
Byen removed his loincloth and stepped into the water. Tavra couldn't help but glance at his massive member. Although it was flaccid, its size was still impressive. She quickly moved her gaze to meet his - he was watching her eyes the entire time! Byen only smiled and sat down in the water, still watching her. The two stared at each other for a few long moments until he finally spoke.
"Are you alright? You seem... distant. Or are you always like that?"
"No I'm... fine. I haven't really had a chance to relax much. Not... not like this, at least." She responded, looking around the room uncomfortably, half smiling.
"You seem a bit tense." He said while moving over and sitting on the steps next to her and putting his hands on her shoulders. He had strong hands, a feature she suddenly found she liked. Byen massaged her gently, she turned and positioned her back to him and closed her eyes. His touch was driving her insane with passion.
He moved his hands under her hair and brushed it in front of her so as to get more access to her shoulders. As he was pulling his hands around front of her to lay the hair down, his left hand grazed her nipple, and he shuddered at the touch, gasping quickly in surprised lust. He definitely seemed to know what he was doing.
She could take it no longer. His assault on her flesh had brought her to the height of desire, and she rose from the water and turned. Tavra straddled his lap, holding his head with one hand so she could kiss him passionately. Her other hand she used to take hold of his cock and guide it into her as she sat down again. Her kiss faltered as she felt him enter her. She froze, and for a few seconds he was still attempting to kiss her, but she was unresponsive from the shock of his size within her.
Tavra began to slide up and down his shaft. She exhaled deeply and closed her eyes, grasping his head with both hands and touching her forehead to his. She half-opened her eyes to look at his massive member penetrating her, and how she glided along its smooth surface because of her own juices. The sight was extremely erotic to her, bringing her to orgasm swiftly and unexptectedly. She shut her eyes tightly and arched her back, gasping and finally calling out loudly.
Byen, surprised at how quickly her climax came, took the opportunity to gently suck on her large nipples. He found himself quite aroused at the size of her breasts - not too large, but also larger than most other women's. Never had he been so attracted to a woman before. He had seen comely women up close many times, some of them naked, but even they had SOME flaws. Tavra was several steps beyond that - beyond perfect, almost freakishly beautiful. Even the infernally-enhanced beauty of the Succubi from the lower realms could not compare to something such as her.
Tavra shared his passion. After her orgasm had finally subsided, she looked into his eyes and smiled, panting heavily. She had never felt this way about a man before - all the others were merely energy sources to make her stronger. Something very different was going on here though, something far beyond any lust for energy. She wanted to see him satisfied as well.
The two stared into each others eyes for a few long moments, and then she kissed him passionately. She wasn't used to doing such a thing, but she felt it was right. Still kissing him, Tavra began to slide up and down his shaft again. She hadn't recovered enough to have another orgasm, but he still hadn't had his, and it was important to her that he did.
After a few more moments of sharing passion with her, he put his hands on her hips, which aroused her greatly, and she felt herself beginning to climb to orgasm again. He was locked in the moment, enjoying each second as if it were a lifetime in itself. Both of them had never shared something this special with another being, and both were in, their own ways, intent on making the most of it.
She tried to distract herself with something else, anything else, so she could maybe outlast him, make him cum first, but she heard the slapping of her flesh on his and immediately lost her focus. Her riding motions accelerated as she neared yet another orgasm. Byen reached around and gently inserted his finger into her anus, which caused her to reach orgasm immediately. Tavra panted quickly, closed her eyes and arched her back a little. As her orgasm tapered off, she locked her hands behind his head and pulled herself in close to him, pressing his face against her breasts. Her waist-length obsidian hair draped around the both of them, enshrouding the lovers and their passions. He again sucked on her nipples and listened to her heavy breathing calm-down.
She was still riding him slowly, trying desperately to make him have a climax as well. She leaned back, brushing her hair away, and supported herself on her arms. He looked down at his penetration of her.
"You like to see it?" Tavra said, smiling and gyrating her hips. Byen nodded and smiled, looking into her eyes briefly before looking back.
Then Tavra suddenly froze with a startled look on her face, looking off into space. One of her minions was drawing energy forth from a prostitute. She could see him on top of her, thrusting away, groaning at the ecstasy of the lifeforce running through him. The girl's essence was transferred to Tavra, whose eyes grew wide at the feeling. She was still frozen, gasping, with her new lover still inside of her. Byen began to piston in and out of her rapidly, causing her to begin a climb to orgasm as well. Across town, her minion was also driving his cock into his prey, cumming uncontrollably at the feeling of her life essence rushing into him. Tavra's whole body trembled as the sensation took her. Byen could feel her insides tense and placed his hands on her thighs, trying to push even faster into her.
Byen was now thrusting furiously in and out of her, and the sensation of new life energy flooding into her combined with her newfound lust for her lover brought her to a level of climax she had never had before. Her eyes rolled-up into her head, and the moment seemed to last for hours. Byen was surprised at how long her orgasm lasted. The sight of her breasts bobbing up and down in such a fluid motion was incredibly erotic to him, and he reached up to feel their softness.
Her skin was left tingling from the intense pleasure. She breathed heavily, and pulled Byen in close again, wrapping her legs around behind him, kissing him passionately.
"When are you going to have one?" She asked, her face on his shoulder. Byen had never felt so obligated to a woman in his life. She pulled back and looked him in the eye. "It's important to me that you are satisfied too." He knew that arguing with her would ruin the moment, so he merely smiled and kissed her. Taking her arms in his hands, he slid his hands to meet hers, entwining his fingers with hers. Tavra was aroused by this, and the look in his eyes told her that he was ready to give in to her. She began to slide up and down the length of his shaft again, slowly at first, but her pace quickened as she felt the feeling take hold again.
Tavra clenched Byen's hands tightly as her orgasm began. Time began to slow down again. She closed her eyes tightly and arched her back, feeling Byen glide deep into her. As the first wave of orgasm hit, she felt Byen's cock lurched within her. He pistoned out, and another wave of orgasm hit. She called out and felt him pulse and deposit a load of cum within her again. She felt herself quiver as he thrust deep within her again, spasming as he went, as both of their orgasms continued.
Tavra's climax ended quicker than Byen's, in fact, when she was finishing her orgasm, she opened her eyes slightly to see him squinting at her, a look of obvious strain on his face. His cock still barely twitching inside of her, no doubt leaving copious amounts of semen.
She smiled at him and leaned over, embracing her lover tightly, his cock still inside of her. Byen let out a long sigh of relief and embraced her as well. The two nuzzled for some time on the warm stone floor, Tavra eventually drifed-off to sleep. Byen was too engrossed in her sheer presence to try to move her off of him, and he eventually drifted-off as well.
"Magus Byen, your master has been dead for far too long. You are to accompany us to the Imperial Court where you will recieve re-assignment." The husky voice echoed through the halls. Tavra and Byen awoke to it suddenly. Byen's eyes went wide with surprise and Tavra could sense the fear within him.
"The Volerim! They've come for me!" he whispered, rising slowly. Tavra quickly stood-up and helped Byen to his feet.
"What is a Volerim?" She whispered back.
"They're beings bred to control the S'rinkali, the Mind Mages, so that we don't run around controlling nations. My magics won't work on them... Tavra, I'm sorry, I can't stop them. I'll have to go with them. I'll have to do what they say or they'll kill me." Byen replied, putting his hands on her face and matching her gaze. His fear became more visible than ever, and there was a great pain at the threat of losing him. Byen could see the sadness in her welling up, and he knew he would have to deal with his own feelings of loss shortly. Suddenly, her despair turned to anger and she clenched her teeth.
"No. They're not taking you." She said, removing his hands from her face and turning to leave. Byen looked on in disbelief and confusion. Thoughts raced through his head of what he could say to stop her, but behind it all, he realized that if anyone could fight the Volerim, it would be she and Jynn.
Tavra stormed out of the room and into the entryway. Two hulking men stood there, ugly, scarred, and clad only in loincloths. Their faces bore scars as well, obviously in some sort of pattern which identified them to others. They both looked to her and scowled.
"Where is the mage? Tell us now, whore!" one of them growled. Tavra only smirked and pressed her powers of will upon them. She called to the lust in them, making it take precedence over their rational thought, but something was wrong - nothing was happening.
"She is trying to use mental magics on us, brother. Perhaps the whore is a S'rinkali as well and she is trying to resist us." one of the hulking men said, staring at her.
"Good." the other one said, smiling. The two chuckled and crossed their arms, standing their ground with confidence.
Hearing this, Tavra decided to change plans. She used her fingers to spread the lips of her labia and willed the lifeforce from one of them into her. The smoky white cord of life energy shot from his torso and snaked around behind her leg before entering her. She inhaled suddenly as it entered her, and let out a soft whimper shortly afterwards.
"Ah!" the one she was draining laughed, "More mind magics! She does not give up!" The two chuckled for a moment as she continued to siphon life energy into her.
Byen peeked his head around the corner and watched in confusion at what was going on. For a moment he thought the two Volerim with triumphant looks on their faces were doing something to Tavra, who almost seemed to be in pain, or in pleasure, he wasn't sure. Whispering a short incantation, their auras appeared to him. He could actually see her aura slightly growing in power, while the aura of one of the Volerim diminished rapidly.
"There he is! Come, S'rinkali, bring your whore with you, we will take you to your new masters." One of the men said, looking at Byen. The Volerim who Tavra was draining fell to his knees and held himself up with his arm, gasping.
"Yes..." Tavra whispered, closing her eyes and tilting her head upwards a bit.
The man was more full of energy than most others, and draining him from a distance always took much longer than her touch. Sometimes she enjoyed the more time-consuming method more than the more intense pleasure of their energies rushing into her in a few moments. She felt his essence penetrate her, filling her pussy and even seeping into her womb. From there his energy dispersed throughout her body and became hers, adding to her already great power.
The one who was speaking to Byen turned and noticed his compatriot struggling on the floor. He looked at Tavra and took a step forward, growling
"What are you doing to him! Stop it!" Clenching his fists, he charged at her. Byen tried to call out and warn her, but Tavra was too wrapped-up in enjoying the other one's essence, and the Volerim was too quick. He punched her with all his might, right in the chest. Tavra flew back several feet, hit the wall, and slid to the floor, the white line of energy withdrew back into the crippled Volerim, who was now face-down on the floor, barely breathing.
Just as the massive man drew his fist back for another blow, Jynn darted into the room with amazing speed and reached-up to grapple his arm. She let out a grunt as his energy rushed in to join hers, and he turned and tried to pry her off of him with his other hand. On the ground, Tavra parted the long, silky hair which had fallen around her face and spread her legs, commanding his energies to pour into her. A smoky tendril of his life essences emerged from the Volerim's back and sped forward into her pussy. Tavra purred as he fed her with more power.
The Volerim hit Jynn in the face with his fist and she released her grasp and slid to the floor, but he was beginning to feel very weak. Jynn swept her leg across the floor and kicked his feet out from under him, causing him to come crashing down as well. The white line of energy leading from his back moved to his front, arcing over him and into Tavra. He attempted to swat at it, but it moved away from his hand as if he had pushed it. Jynn took the opportunity to reach over, clutch his leg, and continue stealing precious essence from him. He sat-up and tried to pry her arms from his leg, but she was too strong, and he was getting weaker by the second.
The two women writhed as their bodies filled with new life energy. The Volerim continued to struggle against Jynn for a few moments, then collapsed back to the floor, exhausted. Tavra and Jynn continued to take what was left of his essence, and when he was finished, Tavra quickly rushed over to her first target and finished him off as well.
"Tavra, my dear, are you alright?" Byen said, looking concerned. Tavra only smiled coyly and wandered over to him, taking hold of his cock in one hand and caressing his face with the other.
"I feel great! Fantastic! In fact, every time I do that I want someone inside of me afterwards."
Byen only smiled and licked his lips as she began to slowly pump her hand on his cock.
"Oh really?" Jynn said, walking over to the two of them. She placed two fingers into Tavra's labia and channeled power into her companion, causing Tavra throw her head back and close her eyes, gasping in ecstasy. Jynn poured as much energy as she could into Tavra for a few moments, then withdrew her hand. She enjoyed watching her friend's face contort like it did, and even the heavy breathing after she was done continued to turn Jynn on.
"Well, I certainly hope that put you more in the mood. You two have fun, I have things to do." Jynn said, smiling at the two of them, then turning to leave. She knew there was no reason to be jealous of Byen, for he would eventually grow old and die, unlike her and Tavra. All she had to do was be patient, very patient, and one day, perhaps she would have Tavra all to herself. It was exactly like Jynn to plan these things far in advance, and exactly like Tava to seek short-term satisfaction. She would learn though, eventually.
The night was dark. Unusually dark. The sky was overcast and there was no sign of the stars or the moons. Even the false campsite they had set-up seemed far in the distance, and barely visible. Ahgran stood by the torch and surveyed the campsite. It had been two days since that infernal creature had been released from the gem, and they had not moved from their camp. Strigori had been in counsel with that being, Thula Stiv, for many hours now, and the Baron wondered how long the demon would keep his secret, and more importantly, what it wanted in exchange from him for keeping it.
His thoughts turned to Tavra, and the power she had over him. Sometimes he could see her in his mind, when she was draining someone. Her fair form writhing in ecstasy as her victims gave themselves up to strengthen her. Ahgran wondered how long it would be before she could control his every action, every breath, commanding him to his eventual doom.
Still, he lusted for her, for her flesh, for her hair, the gurgling noises she made when she was in rapture from drinking someone's life essences. Ahgran often thought back to that eventful night when they first met, how he fired his seed onto her, and then inside of her. Arvord's shoulder where Tavra gripped him hurt for days afterwards, but even her great strength turned him on. His roar of defeat and ecstasy during his orgasm filled his mind over and over again. Indeed, some nights he fantasized about being with her again, masturbating furiously at the thoughts of what he would do to her.
Suddenly he was brought back to the real world by the sound of thunder. He was right, there was going to be a great storm soon, and they would be on the outskirts of it. Tomorrow they would be using the demon's spell to get to Elezan quickly, so they could begin hunting their prey. This would put them in the direct path of the storm, making them more reliant on the demon to help them find shelter and their prey. Strigori had already discussed the possibilities of sending his men into town on patrols to get more information. Ahgran wasn't sure how much Th'ula Stiv knew about him, but he'd somehow convinced Strigori to allow the demon and the baron to go into town on a patrol with minimal guards.
"He's planning something... something he hasn't shared with the rest of us yet." Arvord thought to himself. There was no doubt of it in his mind either.
In the ancient times, the demons of Charnus came forth and ruled the lands in the East, turning large tracts of land into rocky wastes and enslaving humans by the millions. Eventually, The Fourteen Mages and their allies drove forth deep into their territory and enacted some sort of ritual which banished all but the most powerful demons from the realm, but the remaining demons conspired and tricked the Mages and their allies. What happened to them was still unknown, but it is said that they formed the State of Ghugal, a mysterious nation, thick with magic. This one small nation had fought the entire world to a standstill several times, and it was rumored that the demons were still in control there. No, Arvord knew Th'ula Stiv was up to something - he was a demon from Charnus, he had convinced Strigori of his servitude, and he had displayed his ability to manipulate others with information. There was no demon which served anyone without getting something more in return, at least as far as Arvord was convinced.
He hadn't been sleeping much at night, but he also wasn't tired. For a few days after he took someone's energy it would keep him from having to rest very much. Perhaps it was a side-effect much like Tavra and Jynn's ability to stay awake and refreshed as long as they took in energy every so often.
The sky began to grow lighter again, just barely. The sun would be up in a few hours and they would get moving. He would be paired with that damned demon on their trip into town. Just when he thought his position in life could not get any worse, it did. No doubt Th'ula Stiv would use Arvord to track Tavra, though how Strigori and his group would kill them was still in question. Th'ula Stiv never seemed to mention that they were immune to most weapons, a fact that made Ahgran sure that the demon had something else in mind.
The thunder sounded again, this time much closer. Arvord looked confused and sat up in his bedroll. The storm hadn't been that close last time the thunder sounded. Was it moving that fast? Suddenly, he noticed a burning fire in the distance. His eyes grew wide as he recognized it. It was the Holy Fire of Atsuin, in the Emperor's Tower, in Elezan. When they had made camp for the night, they were still almost two full weeks from Elezan, but suddenly they were on the far outskirts of the great city.
"The demon's magic." Ahgran whispered to himself, still in awe. "He is one of the powerful ones that was not banished long ago..."
"Three of them, down there, do you see them?" Jynn said, pointing to three men on the ground far below them. Tavra looked over the tower wall and saw the guards she was referring to. They were not clad in the standard colors of Imperial Guardsmen, and in fact had no symbols on their livery, only a black tabard with a single yellow stripe in the middle.
"I can make that landing easily." Tavra responded, confident in her abilites. The wind whipped around her face and made her hair go in all directions. Jynn paused a moment to look at Tavra, who was beautiful, naked, her hair almost blending into the blackness of the night. Only its radiant shine made it stand-out.
Tavra wanted to see the Prince and tell him in person not to send any more Volerim after her new lover. Apparently the Empire's grasp on stray mind-mages was tighter than anyone had thought - the two Volerim which came for Byen somehow had keys to get in. More were sure to show up if those two didn't return, but she was hell-bent on pressing her will upon the Prince so that wouldn't happen again.
Neither of them counted on their enemies being here already. Jynn had voiced her opinion that they should turn back and try again after they had drained her master, when they would be much more powerful, but Tavra wanted this done now, and Jynn could no longer resist the wishes of her companion.
"Good. Remember, they won't be easily influenced by our powers of seduction, and they will have weapons which can harm us. We must kill them quickly and get inside to the Prince as fast as possible."
Tavra nodded and raised her arms into the air, preparing to leap off. She gauged the distance to the three guards and took a short jump, timing the landing enough so that she didn't fall over with broken legs. If it weren't for her increased senses and incredible agility, she would have done just that. Instead, she landed right where she wanted - behind one of the guards, bringing her arms down onto his shoulders, knocking him to the ground with her strength and the momentum of the fall.
Quickly catching him by the head before he fully hit the ground, Tavra grappled his face with one hand and forced the energy from him as quickly as possible. The other guards began to turn, but one was crushed under the force of Jynn's elbow as she landed. The sounds of snapping bone and sinew could be heard as he crumpled into the dirt. Jynn reached down and drew his knife, instantly evaluating that it was indeed made of P'jurium, and threw it to the side.
The third guard drew his knife and backed-up when he saw he was outnumbered. Tavra was reveling in the new strength that flowed into her body, but her eyes were open enough to tell what was going on. The guard in her hands was struggling to get her off of him, but his struggle only lasted a few seconds, as his strength was rapidly adding to Tavra's. Jynn was standing above her victim, siphoning the power from range, squatting slightly as the white strip of life energy made its short trip up to Jynn's pussy.
The guard turned and ran, screaming the whole time. Jynn stopped what she was doing and sped after him. Easily catching up, she tackled him, tearing the dagger from his hands and putting her hand over his mouth to cover his screams while she drained his energies. Tavra had finished her guard and moved over to get what remained of the one Jynn left. She felt a raindrop hit her shoulder as she bent-over to touch his face. Soon the storm would hide their retreat, but first they would have to get in.
Jarif rounded the corner with a contingent of guards. Seeing the two targets he had devoted his life to destroying, Jarif drew his scimitar and quickened his pace. As Jynn finished the guard, she got to her feet and noticed Jarif coming towards her. She had fought him before, a few years ago, when she was still under the thrall of her masters. Because he was so well-armed, she was commanded to flee rather than risk her life attempting to destroy him. She'd seen him in the visions since then, learned that he and his men trained with mind mages to make themselves more resistant to the hypnotic powers of their enemies. He would be a difficult foe to defeat, even with Tavra's help.
Jarif drew from his belt a small silver disc and threw it at Jynn. With her increased senses, she easily moved out of the way, but as it passed her, it disappeared, and Jynn found herself in a large circular cage. She gripped the bars tightly and pulled, but her strength seemed to be gone. All of her powers seemed to be gone! Looking about frantically, she saw the guards were no longer paying attention to her, as she was no longer a threat. Some of them were raising bows and taking aim at Tavra, who was still far across the courtyard. Jarif was charging towards her companion with his scimitar in hand.
"TAVRA!" Jynn screamed, hoping she would hear in time. Tavra opened her eyes to see arrows headed her way. She deftly leapt to the side as they went sailing past. She saw that Jynn was in a very large cage and a man with a scimitar running was sprinting towards her, while more guards behind him were reloading their bows.
"Tavra! RUN!" Jynn yelled. She could only hope that the girl would do what was smart and come back later. Her companion looked like she was still in shock, standing there not knowing what to do. The charging fanatic looked very dangerous, but he was still a few seconds away. She could try to bolt past all of them, make for the palace interior, and hope that her control of the Prince would keep her safe, but that would be very risky at this point. Tavra heard the twang of a bowstring, and another arrow headed towards her. She moved her head out of the way as it whizzed past her. It was obvious that they were very good shots. Three others had reloaded but were holding their fire.
"They're waiting for me to turn my back so I can't get out of the way." She thought to herself. Kneeling, she picked up the body at her feet and flung it at the charging man with all her might. It came at him too fast for him to get out of the way, and he was knocked backwards onto the dirt a few yards from the force of the throw. The fourth archer was reloading, and more guards were coming out of the palace. Getting in was no longer an option, but she had managed to buy herself a few more seconds.
Turning, she began to run for one of the walls. She heard another bowstring and saw the arrow on its way to her, but she was already moving too fast, and it easily missed her. Tavra looked up at the wall, measuring the distance as she ran, and leapt as she heard another bowstring. Her great strength vaulted her up to the wall, but not quite over it - she had to catch hold of one of the stone merlon of the battlements. She hung there for a moment and heard another bowstring. Knowing she was an easy target now, she used her arms to vault up onto the wall walkway. The arrow clicked off the stone where she had previously been hanging. Tavra heard two more bowstrings and turned to see two arrows sailing towards her. In a show of her speed and accuracy, she reached out and caught the first one, then the second, and glared at the archers, who gaped in awe at her.
Tavra took one last look at Jynn, who was watching her the entire time, and then leapt to the other side of the wall. Thunder sounded as she landed, and the rain began to fall. She had no choice now but to face Jynn's master alone and hope that if she survived, she would have the power to free Jynn. Tavra set off in the direction of the ruins which Jynn had indicated held her master...
The rain fell all around Jynn's cage. She had tried several times to bend the bars, or to seduce one of the guards, but to no avail - her powers were negated while she was imprisoned here. The cage was quite large, probably meant to trap some kind of magical beast. Whatever magic was in that disc that was thrown at her was obviously very rare and potent. The others had left her for the time being, and now only two guards stood watch over her.
Even still, she did not blame Tavra for this mishap - it was her own plan that went awry when the third guard screamed, alerting the others. She should have taken a more stealthy route in. But even blame didn't matter to her now. All that mattered was escape. Jynn could only hope that her companion remembered the discussions about where her master was, and that Tavra would be able to take him on alone. If she could, then it might be possible for her to return and free Jynn. She had no doubt in Tavra's abilities, for she had surpassed Jynn's power long ago, but her execution left something to be desired.
Shakaam and Jarif stood in the entryway to the courtyard, looking out at their captured prey. A bald man in a black robe joined them, standing next to Jarif and looking out.
"She is magnificent, is she not?" he said. Jarif looked at the man in disgust.
"She is vermin, and she will be dealt with as such." Jarif growled.
"Oh no, I do believe your mother has other plans for her. Wonderful, wonderful plans..." the man replied, giggling as he spoke. Jarif sneered, staring at the man.
"Lieutenant, this is Evishen, a... mage, who serves my mother. Evishen, this is Lieutenant Shakaam, my investigative expert." The lieutenant looked to the mage, who did not seem to be paying attention to anything but the caged woman.
"A pleasure to meet you, sir." Shakaam said, extending his hand.
"Yes, yes, I'm sure." Evishen replied, still looking out at their quarry. "We should get her inside. Will you two help me?" Jarif grumbled something and Evishen nodded, still smiling. The three of them went out into the rain together and stood around the cage.
"What do we do?" Jarif yelled over the rain and wind.
"Stand around and make sure she doesn't escape somehow. I will move her inside." The mage concentrated on the cage. It raised into the air a few inches and glided towards the entryway, all three of them following.
Shakaam was in awe of Jynn's beauty. He couldn't help but stare at her for a long moment, and she took notice of his behavior. If she weren't still in shock from losing her powers and being caged, she might have even smiled at him, but as things stood, she wasn't sure why he was staring at her, or where they were taking her.
Thoughts raced through her mind - this may be the end, they may be taking her to be executed. This man staring at her did not wear the colors of the others. Perhaps her and Tavra had killed someone he knew, and he was here to witness her death as a sort of revenge.
Her cage levitated through the wide hallways into what looked like a huge dining room. As they came into the room, Jarif shut the doors behind them. When they were sure there was no on else in the room, Evishen walked to a wall, leaned-in, and whispered something to the stone. He then walked straight through the wall as if it wasn't there!
Shakaam and Jynn both looked surprised at the sudden disappearance of the mage, then Jynn's cage began moving towards the spot on the wall. Jarif nonchalantly stepped-through the wall as well, just before the cage. Taking a leap of faith, Shakaam took a step through the wall and found himself in small, very well-lit, oval-shaped room. An old, red-haired woman sat on what looked like a rickety throne, discussing something with a guard. Beside her, a strange bunch of moss hung from the ceiling.
Jynn knew this woman from when she first awoke from her mind-control. She had Jynn dead to rights once, surrounded by guards, any of which could have killed her, but this woman, Suz'aan, wanted Jynn. She was obviously very decadent in her tastes, as her own sexual conquest delayed the guards and gave Jynn the time she'd needed to escape. Since then she'd wondered what control Suz'aan had over these elite warriors, now it was all coming together.
"Wonderful." The red-haired woman said, smiling. Her wrinkled face lit up with delight as she rose from her throne and approached the cage.
"Mother," Jarif spoke, bowing his head slightly, "we have captured this vile woman with the use of the Scavian Disc. If I'd had another, I could have brought you another tonight as well. Please let me have the honor of killing this one."
"Killing? Oh by the Many Heavens, no. I have her right where I want her now. With her help, I will live forever, and we will hunt the others of her kind." She said, smiling at Jynn. "And as for the Scavian Discs, there is only one left in all the world. Our Stewards have already found it and are bringing it back to us as we speak. You will have the other woman soon." Jarif was visibly displeased, but said nothing.
"Mistress, shall I prepare the spells?" Evishen said, giddy with excitement.
"Spells?" Shakaam asked, confused.
"Ah, forgive me, mother. This is Lieutenant Shakaam of the Ghosamm Imperial Guard. He is my investigative expert. If it were not for him, we would still be held by the storm in Kemaj, while they were here wreaking havoc." Jarif said, putting his hand on Shakaam's shoulder and smiling slightly as he looked to his companion. "Shakaam, this is my mother, the Lady Moonet. She is the head of our order."
"Yes, well... good work, Lieutenant. We shall see that you are promoted for your distinguished service." Suz'aan responded, also smiling slightly. Turning to the mage, she grew stern and commanded him, "Evishen, prepare your magics. Tonight I become truly immortal." Evishen nodded eagerly and left quickly through the wall once more.
"*Truly* immortal?" Shakaam questioned, glancing quickly at Jynn.
"Yes, I will live forever, to combat our foes, of course. Her kind. I will use her body to destroy the others like her. Her... body..." The red-haired matriarch replied, almost seeming lost in Jynn's beauty. Suddenly she clapped her hands and yelled to one of the guards. "Bring in a virgin, I will demonstrate."
Turning to the Lieutenant, Jarif spoke "For many thousands of years these women have hunted and killed men for pleasure. Our family, and our order, are bent on stopping them. Our order has been around longer than they have, and it has always been our duty to hunt them. You, Lieutenant, have brought us our second victory."
"Just what is the name of this 'order' which you belong to?" Shakaam asked, not moved at all by Jarif's display of friendship. All this talk of how well he had served them convinced him not of their trust, but that it was time for them to disclose certain details to him. He'd been slowly learning to despise Jarif, and now that this beauty was in a cage because of him, he began to despise himself a little too.
"At one time there were a myriad of noble houses." Suz'aan replied, moving back to her throne. "A few gathered into a group with the common interest of destroying these women. Over time, those houses intermarried or were killed off by the vile creatures, and now we are only one house, the House of Tirek. Our members are specially-trained to resist them, and we are equipped with the finest blades of the metal which can destroy them. The only problem now is finding them all."
Shakaam nodded. He was thinking of asking why they hunted the women, but he knew that in their zeal they would claim that they were doing their duty by eradicating this threat to the Empire and to all humanity. Though they were finally giving him information, he could tell they were still withholding some as well.
Evishen returned with a naked young man whose hands were bound. Shakaam judged him to be no older than fourteen, and the look of fear in his eyes gave him away as someone who they had just grabbed from off the street.
He led the captive over to a strange bunch of moss that was hanging from the ceiling. As the lieutenant examined it closer, it looked like the plant had grown into the shape of the lower torso of a human body, with legs and female genitalia. There was a long vine wrapped around it, which Evishen began to unravel and hand to Suz'aan. The young man was distracted by the presence of Jynn. He obviously had never seen anyone so beautiful in his life. She, however was watching the entire affair in confusion.
Evishen waved his hands in front of the young man's face, who instantly moved his attention to the hanging plant. The appendages had swept-up to resemble a woman who was spreading her legs. He quickly inserted his member into the mossy pussy and began pumping as fast as he could. The young man yelped as he did so, reaching a climax very quickly. All in the room watched as his ass cheeks flexed, and he deposited a load of semen before slumping to the ground, apparently unconscious.
Suz'aan smiled and put the vine into her mouth and sucked on it like a straw. Shakaam, Jynn, and Jarif all noticed the wrinkles on her face fade slightly, making her look a little younger. Jarif sneered a little, turning away so as to hide it and so that he didn't have to look at his mother being involved in such a despicable act. Shakaam noticed though, and he instantly realized the scope of the relationship Jarif had with his mother.
"Ahhh..." Suz'aan exhaled, removing the vine from her mouth and opening her eyes. "You see, the lifeforces of virgin men have sustained me for very many years now, keeping me from dying of old age. But the harvesting process is imperfect, and I have had to kill more frequently over the years." She rose and walked towards Jynn. "I have waited for this for eons. And now, I will have her body, forever..." Suz'aan stared at her captive for a long moment until Evishen interrupted.
"Mistress, the spell is not yet fully researched. It may have unforseen side-effects upon-"
"I don't care, Evishen. You will begin casting it immediately." Suz'aan said, cutting him off. She was still inspecting Jynn with lustful eyes.
Jarif and Shakaam both noticed how she was looking at Jynn, and both were a little sickened by it, though for different reasons.
Evishen hesitated, then nodded quickly and closed his eyes in meditation.
"What is it he's doing?" Shakaam asked.
"Preparing to exchange my mind with hers. I will be in control of her body, her powers, and her... beauty, for all eternity. She will die a withering death, like she deserves." Suz'aan replied, finally breaking her stare at Jynn to look over and smile at Shakaam. He could see why she wanted to escape her body. It was old and ugly. Her smile looked almost like a sneer, and her red hair looked like it was thinning.
"Mother, please don't do this. I beg of you! She is the enemy, not something we want to become!" Jarif said.
"Jarif, I am taking this burden upon myself, to help us find others like her, so we can defeat them once and for all. With her body under our control, we can learn more about their weaknesses. And besides, my mind is made-up. You don't have to like my decision, but it has been made." His mother replied, firmly asserting her opinion on the matter. Jarif scowled and turned, heading out the illusionary wall. Suz'aan turned and gazed upon Jynn again.
Jynn shrank back in her cage, hoping beyond hope that she would be saved somehow...
Tavra wandered the ruins on the outskirts of Elezan for hours the rest of the night and most of the day. The rain had drenched her, the intense winds blew sand and debris around, making it difficult to see, and there was no sign of her target. This was all her fault, and she was determined to see that Jynn would be free. It was getting late again, and the already dark sky began to get darker, and finally it was night again. Though not fatigued, she was growing tired of looking and began to jog amongst the ruins, hoping to cover ground faster.
Then she felt it. From the east there was an enormous amount of life force gathered in one place. It was barely within the field of her perception, but it was there. She ran for it at top speed, dodging between ruined walls and fallen sections of buildings. Jynn had said this area was believed to be haunted, and was thus not inhabited. Though she'd seen no sign of spirits, there were also no signs of life other than plants and small animals.
Finally she stopped, practically on top of the energy. Concentrating on it further, she realized that she was in fact on top of it - it was underground, whatever it was. However, there was other life force about, also beneath her, but off a bit, mostly in a straight line.
"A cavern... clever hiding spot." Tavra smiled to herself at finding her prey's mistaken sanctuary. "Now all I need to do is find the entrance..."
She wandered about, following the energy sources she sensed below her. The rain was still coming down hard, drenching her, but she didn't care - she was so close to her goal now, a little rain would not stand in her way.
Rounding the corner of a ruined building, she saw a gaping hole in the ground, and beyond it, she sensed the energies she had been following. There was no light, but she could see a short distance in the darkness. The floor was only about twenty feet below, some sort of stone brick room with large supports. Tavra leapt into the hole, landing perfectly on the slick surface. The room was at an incline, and the rainwater was trickling to the other end of the room. Several large stone arches led to tunnels exiting the room. She sensed lifeforce down all of the tunnels, but the greatest amount was back in the direction she had come from when she was above ground. Tavra took a guess at which way would lead to her target, and then jogged into that hallway.
As she neared the first sense of lifeforce, she saw what looked like thousands of very large ants crawling on the floor. The formation parted and went up the walls at her approach, coming back down the walls as she passed. The ants were roughly the size of her fingers, and had pincers that looked like they could leave a nasty bite. She figured they must be some sort of magical guardians to stop anyone but the servants of the masters. Fortunately for her, they didn't know what her purpose here was.
Further up, the tunnel widened, and she could see what looked like very large bat creatures hanging from the ceiling. They had somewhat human-looking heads and a leathery maroon skin with patches of hair here and there. She was disturbed at how they watched her with eyeless faces as she passed, their heads all turning in unison.
She travelled onward for quite some time. Ahead she could see what looked like torchlight. As she moved towards it, she noticed the floors of the hallway had more and more leaves and plant-like growth on them. Tavra increased her speed as she sensed the incredible amounts of lifeforce ahead of her.
She came at last to a small stone room, overgrown with a carpet of leaves and vines along the floor and walls. Two Everburning Torches in sconces on the wall lit the room, and she could see her targets clearly staring at her. Two naked twins with muscular bodies and short, dirty blonde hair stood at the other end of the room. Their hair was the same color as Jynn's, exactly. They were beautiful, but posessed of a cold beauty, and didn't inspire the passion within her that Byen did.
"Brother, one of the renegades has come to give her energies to us." One of them said, smiling.
"She is a fine specimen. Tavra, daughter of beauty. It is too bad we will have to end her little rebellion now." The other replied, moving towards her.
Tavra focused herself and willed the lifeforce from the first one. The familiar misty white line serpentined its way from his abdomen to her pussy, and she felt his energy begin to surge through her. She instinctively spread her legs a little at the feeling.
The twin looked down at the energy flowing from him and took a few steps forward, his cock in his hand. He pushed it into Tavra, cutting off her draining of him and making her gasp in pleasure, wide-eyed. She grasped his shoulders tightly and began to take as much of his essence as possible, whimpering as the rush of ecstasy overtook her. He began to thrust in and out of her, his hands cupping her ass, as her legs rose to clasp around his hips.
Through all the pleasure, Tavra noticed that her body was giving up some of her own energies to him, though under no control of her own. Still, she was taking-in more than enough to compensate for the drain being put upon her.
From behind, she felt a pair of hands on her ass, spreading it open. She knew what was coming next. The other twin inserted his cock into her anus and also began to pump in and out. By now she had involuntarily spread her legs so much that she was off the ground, held in place by the massive arms of the twins. Tavra opened herself to their energies, taking in as much as she could from both of them, almost completely lost in the ecstasy of it.
Behind the pleasure was a sudden horrific realization though - she was now losing. Her body was instinctively giving more lifeforce than it could take from either one, and the pleasure of the two of them inside of her was too great for her to resist. She had to escape somehow, but the extreme sensations of pleasure distracted her thoughts. She felt her hips quiver as she had an orgasm again and again, as the twins thrust in and out of her, slowly siphoning her energy away from her...
Continued in Chapter 4
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