Flesh and Magic - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Siressa had never felt herself a particularly attractive whore until the Count picked her out of the crowd that day. He took her to his estate and cleaned her up over the course of two days, turning a young, middle class whore into a semi-respectable escort to the newly rich and lower-class nobility of Elezan.

On the second night he called her into a luxurious parlor where she was alone with himself and a filthy vagrant from the city streets. She had thought that the Count had cleaned her up so that she could service him, but instead he asked her to treat the wanderer to her pleasures. The Count himself merely reclined and drank wine as he watched the two have sex. The vagrant was small and orgasmed very quickly, offering her little satisfaction, but in the end she was paid well with four Bajjaz and dismissed to go about her business. A week later she was contacted by one of the Count's messengers, who instructed her to meet him at his mansion again the next time there was a storm.

She did so, and again was brought into the parlor and asked rather nicely if she would allow one of the Count's guards to have their way with her. After some amount of negotiation about price, a rather good-looking and well-muscled young man was brought in. Once again the Count merely watched as the two coupled. However unlike the homeless drunk off the streets, this man knew how to please a woman. She wasn't used to employers paying attention to her needs, and this one seemed focused only on that. Though she was uncomfortable at first, she soon realized that he was there to pleasure her, not the other way around. The two spent what seemed like hours together, changing positions as was comfortable to her, and for the first time ever she reached a climax while with a client. Afterwards she was worn-out, and he asked if they should continue, as she was visibly exhausted. Siressa tried to insist that they were fine to go on, as he hadn't cum yet, but he could tell how tired she was, and refused any more. Again she was paid well and sent away.

This went on for some months. She would return to the Count's estate whenever there was a rainstorm, she would have sex with a man of his choosing while he watched, she would be paid, and then leave. Sometimes the men were beautiful and she would find herself lusting for them, reaching two or even three climaxes over the course of their time together. Most of the time though they were dirty and rotten homeless men who'd likely never laid with someone as pretty as her, if anyone at all. The best part about them, she thought, was that at least it was over quickly - they would enter her, cum shortly thereafter, and be done.

She rarely spoke with the Count, though she would question him from time to time. Through little snippets over the months she found that he was married to a vile woman in a powerful family, and that should he ever taste another woman's pleasures, he would probably be disowned or even assassinated. And while his wife knew full well about Siressa, she also could not leave the Count because her family would disown her. He wouldn't disclose much more than that, and the whore didn't press the issue.

The turning point in her life came when the Count received an invitation to the Prince's court for a private party. He was unfortunately sick and unable to attend, but suggested Siressa's services to a powerful merchant lord he was friends with. The two attended the party, which was full of fabulous food, drink, and gorgeous women. She was a bit distressed to find herself the least pretty woman there, though that seemed to matter little to her client, who introduced her to each person as if they'd been friends for years.

When the doors opened and Tavra and Jynn walked in, her life changed. The raven-haired goddess possessed a beauty which stunned Siressa, and like all the others in the room, they could only look on in awe as she addressed the Prince. A powerful aura of confidence and charisma surrounded her as well - she walked as if she knew how attractive she was, knowing that no being in all the worlds could resist her charms. With that, she carried a presence like no other, and even the prettiest whores in the room understood how ugly they were in comparison to her.

Perhaps it was her own utterly uninteresting brown hair and somewhat crooked teeth that caused her to notice those qualities in others first, and so Siressa marveled at Tavra's hair, which was long, lustrous, jet black, and utterly perfect - not a single hair was out of place or of mismatched length. Even the richest courtesans and consorts with the best of beauticians didn't have hair as lovely. It moved as she did, gracefully, effortlessly, and full of life. Her teeth were of equally striking quality - ivory white and flawlessly straight, unlike her own.

The prince pleasured Tavra, a sight which mystified and aroused all present. Once they saw her in the throes of ecstasy they lusted to be the ones giving her the same pleasure, tasting her flesh in return. The three disappeared for some time and there was much talk about them while they were gone. When they returned it was without the Prince, and Tavra seemed to know what they all wanted. She took position on the table and commanded the men to line up to pleasure her.

The ensuing orgy involved everyone in the room having a turn with Tavra and some with Jynn too. Siressa stood in the line, eagerly awaiting her chance with Tavra. Everyone in the room couldn't help but stare at the vision of beauty before them as she writhed in ecstasy. She lay on the dinner table, her legs dangling over the edge so that the men could penetrate her. They would thrust as quickly and as hard as they could, quickly reaching a climax, but when they did, their orgasm seemed to continue for quite a long time, upwards of a few minutes. Most attention was focused on Tavra and the way her body convulsed in fits of ecstasy that lasted equally as long as those of the men who pleasured her. When the men were done, there was a pool of semen on the table dripping down to the floor. Tavra gave the merchants directions regarding some sort of metal shipments, then dismissed them.

"Now. You women will be mine as well. Line up, I want you all to taste me." Eager to do just that, the pack of whores quickly lined up, with Siressa near the middle of the line. The first woman knelt and draped Tavra's legs over her shoulders as she lapped at the beauty's clitoris with her tongue. Tavra propped herself up on her elbows so she could watch them lick at her at all times.

"Unnngh... Yeeessss..... now taste my power..." she grunted through clenched teeth as the first woman serviced her. Siressa thought it odd that the women seemed to be enjoying the act as much if not more than Tavra, as they would grunt and moan just as much, and when finished they would get up breathing heavily as if they'd cum as well.

Siressa watched with great interest as Tavra orgasmed again and again as the many women had their way with her. Her breathing would become heavy and she'd shut her eyes tightly, her mouth an open frown as if she were in great pain. She was largely silent in her ecstasy except for the occasional whimper. Feelings of jealousy mixed with Siressa's awe, as she couldn't fathom cumming more than two or three times in a night. Even her most pleasurable experiences involved her having three orgasms over the course of the night, and then being too worn-out to continue. Tavra only showed signs of fatigue for a few seconds after each orgasm, and even then it seemed to pass quickly - she was unstoppable and insatiable. Siressa longed to feel the same sort of physical pleasure of that level and frequency.

Tavra recovered from her last orgasm and waved her hand, panting. The woman licking at her rose, breathing erratically and shaking, a look on her face as if her world had been shattered by her own climax. She stumbled off to find her clothes. It was finally Siressa's turn.

She approached quickly, smiling at Tavra and locking eyes as she knelt. While most of her clients had been males, the Count had put Siressa with a female once or twice. The juices of those women had a slightly salty taste to them, but Tavra tasted sweet. Her tongue slithered over the Tavra's soft flesh with great enthusiasm, her hands on either side holding open the way. Then she felt it - a great weakness. She struggled to maintain concentration upon the task at hand and keep herself from falling over. It became difficult to keep her eyes open and focused on Tavra, whose eyes had closed tightly in ecstasy.

Suddenly she felt an incredible rush of pleasure not unlike an orgasm. Her body quivered and she let forth a bestial moan as she felt her strength return to her. Her head swam with ecstasy, which made it as difficult to focus on Tavra as when she was extremely weak. Siressa moved one hand down and touched herself, rubbing gently but quickly. The two pleasures mixed into one moment of physical bliss, but before she could reach her own climax, she sensed that Tavra was done with her, and she was waved off. Eager to obey, she rose, gasping for air and still trembling, and took her place next to the other escorts who were still transfixed on their mistress.

She was something else now. A few moments ago she was just another high society harlot, but now there was a feeling deep inside that she was in some way superior on a basic level - almost superhuman.

Still, she felt unsatisfied - while she'd felt incredible pleasure a few moments ago, she found herself still aroused. Leaning her back to the wall, she spread her legs and crouched slightly, reaching down with both hands to touch herself. With her right hand she rubbed at her clitoris while the left hand inserted two fingers into herself. She watched Tavra intently as she rubbed at herself and pistoned her fingers in and out. Siressa reveled in the waves of pleasure washing over her. Her breathing and hands moved faster and faster, until she was masturbating furiously.

Her animalistic calls echoed through the hall as her flesh was lit up with orgasmic pleasure on a level she'd never experienced before. She was so loud that a few of the whores glanced over at her to see what was happening. They smiled, some giggled, and went back to watching Tavra. The last pulses of pleasure washed over her, growing weaker with each one. Siressa trembled and shook, panting heavily as she slid down the wall and sat on the floor, her eyes heavy with the fatigue of having such an experience. Of all the past climaxes she'd felt, nothing was as strong. She was in a daze, resting her forehead on her knees as she sat and listened to Tavra finish another climax.

"Ohh... magnificent." Siressa looked up at the sound of Tavra's voice. The raven-haired beauty had risen and was sitting up on the table, leaning back on her hands, eyes closed with a smile of satisfaction. The room was silent except for the sound of her heavy breathing. "I know your thoughts, I see your... imaginations." She grinned wider, eyes still closed. "Some of you are... quite perverse." She opened her eyes and hopped off of the table, her breasts jiggling a little as she landed. Her countenance became suddenly serious.

"I am Tavra, and we will be goddesses soon. You will be my priesthood. You will serve me and in turn I will grant you power, beauty, and pleasure, all beyond your wildest dreams." She began a slow walk around the room, looking into the eyes of the women she passed. "Life force - I want it. The living energy which humans hold is my means to godhood. I have emptied you all of your own life essence and replaced it with my own. You are no longer like them, you're better - you're priestesses of Tavra, my harvesters. With a touch you can siphon it out of those cattle, through yourself, and into me." There was a pause as she stopped walking and looked at the floor, then back to her followers. "But be discrete. Unlike myself, you're not invulnerable, and you'll do me no good if you are discovered and killed. Others will still view you as whores - use that. Drain your clients when they climax, call forth their energy with your will and channel it into me."

"But won't that ruin our reputations if our employers keep showing up dead?" Siressa interrupted, regretting her words just as she finished speaking. Tavra looked her in the eye and walked over, slowly. Siressa panicked more with each step.

"My dear," Tavra said, smiling at her "have you taken a look at yourself lately? You're gorgeous. Beautiful. What man will turn you down, no matter your reputation?" Her words were comforting, though she wasn't quite sure if her mistress was being genuine or sarcastic. "Look," Tavra wrapped her fingers around Siressa's breasts. The inhaled at the shock of arousal "were these this large and well-shaped a few moments ago?" As Tavra let go, she looked down and noticed that she was a bit more well-endowed than she was used to. She felt with her own hands and there was indeed a noticeable difference - whereas before her breasts were only large enough to have passed for a typical street whore, now she actually looked the part of a high society escort.

As the other women inspected themselves, they found similar changes - their skin and muscle tone had improved, what few blemishes and marks they had were gone, and their figures were ever so slightly more voluptuous. Those with smaller breasts, like Siressa, had found themselves filled-out and proportional to their size. There was a fair amount of gasping and cooing at their own new bodies. All of them normally required a high amount of self-maintenance in order to reach this level of comeliness and attract and please the most wealthy of customers - no rich noble wanted to be seen with anything less than the best whore on his arm. Their position could only be held by the most ravishing beauties, and usually only for a few years until they were replaced by someone younger and more beautiful, but now there would be no one younger or more beautiful in their profession. Before today they were already the most sought-after and highest-paid courtesans in the city, perhaps the empire. Now none of them knew what to think of themselves.

The massive double doors opened and Jynn entered the room, Siressa had been paying so much attention to Tavra that she hadn't missed Jynn. She smiled and stepped aside and a trail of naked, rotten prisoners filed in, looking confused.

"The guards let me have them, so I brought some presents for you." Jynn said.

They were dirty and unshaven, obviously having been prisoners for quite some time. All of them were branded with their sentence, most of them wore the mark of life imprisonment. Their penises were standing erect after following Jynn down the hall. Some were attempting to grope Jynn, who seemed un-phased by their efforts. Normally the whores, Siressa included, would have panicked at the sight of such men.

Instead of fear though, Siressa felt lust and arousal. She wanted to try what Tavra had been talking about. In a quick walk she approached the first prisoner with a disarming smile. Taking his cock in her left hand, she raised her right leg into the air and inserted him into her, exhaling loudly as the head of his penis met her. He was dry, and though she anticipated a little bit of chafing until his member was properly lubricated, there was no such sensation. Instead she found that her own juices coated him perfectly as he slid in and filled her. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes briefly. Though a bit confused at first, he realized what was happening and took advantage of the situation, grabbing at her buttocks and thrusting in and out of her.

Though the smell was awful, she was able to focus on the pleasure to keep her mind off of it. He grasped and pulled at her flesh, grunting and breathing heavily like an animal, fucking faster and faster.

"Wait for it." Tavra's voice said in her mind, in all their minds. The other women had moved over and followed Siressa's example, some of them throwing men against the wall to ravish them, others had assumed various positions on the table or the floor. Animalistic grunts and groans of pleasure filled the room.

"I know you're all eager to drink their energies, but wait for it. Wait until they climax. Then, draw their energies out of them through their juices and absorb them. It always feels better when you absorb life force through the tongue or inside your pussy. You will feel..." the voice stopped.

The room was filled with a cacophony of voices calling out in orgasmic pleasure. Siressa felt the prisoner's grip on her ass tighten and his breathing accelerate. Some instinct within told her that he was close now, very close. He clenched his teeth and his growls became even more bestial as he began to spray his liquids into her. Siressa focused her will as Tavra had told her, commanding his energies to come forth through his seed. As she felt his wetness inside of her, she felt the same strength and ecstasy as when she was licking Tavra, only many times more intense. Her flesh was bathed in an intoxicating pleasure, causing her jaw to drop in awe and her eyes to roll back in her head. Though her whole body went limp, she felt a strength and vigor flowing through her like never before. The whole world fell away for a brief moment, leaving only the amazing sensation of his energy rushing into her.

As he weakened, he began to lower her to the ground, though she was too lost in the ecstasy of absorbing his energy to tell. Her hands clenched tightly on his shoulders and as his thrusts slowed, she instinctively gyrated her hips to continue the stimulation. She felt him slump his weight against her as his forehead came to rest on her shoulder. The orgasmic waves began to subside and she let out a long, loud moan, her mouth still drooping open all this time. They were on the ground now, both kneeling. Though she now held his entire weight he was not heavy, or she had become much stronger. She pulled him out of herself and pushed the husk off of her, leaning back on her hands, still recovering from the experience.

"Yeeesss." Tavra purred, massaging her own breasts as the life force poured into her.

The other women were having similar experiences, finishing off their own men. There were more women than prisoners, so some of them had to double-up, causing them to finish early. Still, all of them reveled in the rush of new energy flowing through them.

Siressa sat upright and looked about the hall. Rich tapestries, expensive portraits, furniture made of rare woods, fine food and wine, all the trappings of great wealth and power. An hour ago that type of power fascinated and drew her into the company of the men who had previously been in this hall - commanders of the masses, movers of the world. All of that seemed lesser to what she served now - Tavra.

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The carriage came to a sudden halt. The door opened and she was led out. A flowery scent filled the air, though Saalja could not place it, and there was a feeling of shade upon her skin instead of sunlight. A hand led her forward twenty steps, then into the shade, inside something where her footsteps made a different echo. The air was cooler and had a different feel to it altogether - a feeling of magic. She was led by the hand down some steps, and then a door creaked open in front of her, while a door upstairs closed with a metal sound, its locks being secured from the other side.

"Step forward." the voice beside her instructed. She hesitated a moment but did as told. Her foot landed upon nothing at all, and as she began to fall, her arms flailed about wildly in an attempt to catch hold of something, but nothing was there.

But before she could fall very far though, someone caught her. Strong arms. A dark hand moved the blindfold out of the way, revealing a strange man holding her. His skin had the look of the night sky - black with stars shimmering upon it as he moved. His features were strong and well-defined, but he was looked too alien for her to find him attractive. He looked down at her, smiling.

All around was a white nothingness as far as she could see. If there was a floor she couldn't see it. The air was humid and had the inviting smell of cooking animal fat to it, though she could see no smoke or fire, or anything but whiteness.

"Hello Saalja." the man said, still smiling.

"Who.... What are you? Let me down!"

"I can't. You'll fall again. At least until you learn not to." He responded, his voice gentle. There was a short pause as he continued inspecting her. "I am known by many names and yet I have no name given to me by my creators. I am the remnants of creation - a dream of the makers of long ago."

"Where.... I should have known they'd trick me." She scowled, looking away.

"The men you paid to help you get revenge?"

"What?! How...." She looked at him aghast that he knew her motives.

"Fear not, my dear." He comforted. "I knew everything about you the moment I touched you. They did not trick you - you are safe here, and from here you may dispense your revenge upon the women who destroyed your life. Though... I don't think they're women."

She was partly horrified, partly intrigued. Baroness Saalja Arvord had only one thing in the world left to her - revenge. Revenge upon the two beautiful women who had shattered her life, destroyed her home, and seduced and probably killed her husband. Until then it had been a life of luxury, and while they lived far from the large cities and noble courts, she found it made her trips to such places all the more enjoyable when they did happen. Being a mostly political marriage, there was little love between her and Ahgran, but he took care of her and treated her well, and was marvelous in bed. She knew he took mistresses for brief periods, as it was accepted and even encouraged among nobles in the region, but always he came back to her.

She had stability and a life which most commoners would die for, which she had decided was a boon. To most commoners she was indeed a super-being of some sort - more educated, more attractive, more cultured, but Saalja wasn't outstanding in any particular way, for a noble. Many of her ilk had a sort of personality or mark which made them stand out amongst the crowd. Some were grossly overweight, some loud, others very intelligent, a few were ravishingly beautiful, but never like Tavra and Jynn.

She was in awe when she first caught a glimpse of them from a tower window. It wasn't unusual for nobles to have homosexual trysts, but she had never found herself attracted to other women. Still, the beauty of those two held her attention, not in a lustful manner, but one of disbelief that two women of such comeliness would wander into their backwater citadel. A few hours later most of her guards and servants lay dead, killed somehow by the same two women.

The baroness didn't really understand what had happened, only that these women had powers which rivaled their beauty. Ahgran challenged one of them, but wouldn't say much more than that before hurrying off. Later as she was gathering her things to leave, a servant told her of her husband's carnal duel with Tavra, and how quickly he'd lost to her, twice over.

After that she made for Kemaj as quickly as possible, all the while seething in her thoughts of revenge and who she could hire to hunt them. But these women were powerful on a level beyond her understanding - she'd seen weapons be completely ineffective, would poisons work? Fire perhaps? Magic? Yes, magic. Not being a mage or really understanding magic, she assumed it worked on anything. Mages were few and almost impossible to contact in Akeryn though - she would have to use favors and money, or travel east to Ghugal where mages were plentiful.

What followed was nothing less than her calling in all her favors, using all her remaining money to satisfy her obsession with revenge. The baroness met with people who knew other people, and in some cases was only directed to other contacts who would in turn continue to direct her to others. The most recent chain of contacts had become so long that she'd forgotten who it started with, but it didn't matter - she would go as far as her money would last, or as far as was needed.

Last week she liquidated the last of her own assets - some land outside Minsondell which she'd hoped to save for a chateau and a small plantation. Her family had provided what they could as well, but to ask for more would make her look needy to them, something she wasn't ready to resort to yet. Shortly after receiving the money in Elezan, she got in touch with some of the shadiest contacts she'd met thus far, and they promised her they knew a way to help in her quest for revenge, and that the chain would go no further.

Saalja was led to a horse drawn carriage, taken inside, and blindfolded. It was hard to tell the passage of time after that. She was sure the sun had risen and set at least twice during her trip, though even that was difficult to be sure of. The baroness wasn't used to waiting for such a long period of time, and grew impatient at first, then paranoid and concerned. She never told her family what she was up to, and other than them there was no one to go looking for her if she turned up missing. Whoever was in charge could simply hold her for ransom, or dump her in the middle of nowhere. She cursed herself for being so naive, for not suspecting treachery, and for the whole endeavor - it only made her hate the two women more.

And now she had no idea where she was, or if there was a way out. Whoever or whatever it was that held her indicated that she had in fact not been tricked.

"What do you plan to do to help me then?" she asked in an insulted tone.

"I will give you minions, which you can then use against your enemies while you remain safe from retaliation." It smiled down at her.

"Minions? What kind of minions?" there was a gleam of interest in her eye.

"Dreams, or perhaps nightmares, given form. Shadows. Creations which are neither alive nor dead, given shape by your own mind."

"Dreams..." she muttered, thinking, trying to discern if he was telling the truth. "And what do you get out of this?"

"I am here to help you. I have nothing to gain, nothing I need, you have nothing to give me anyway."

There was a long pause as Saalja pondered his words, growing more convinced the longer she thought.

"I am an after-effect of creation, a god's passing dream as they shaped the universe. I helped them in their work and when it was done, I watched their creation as it changed and adapted over time, even after they left this realm. Now I wait here alone, patiently, for someone to interact with - someone to help."

"Very well then... summon these creatures and let's see what they can do." She said, an obvious hint of disbelief in her voice.

"I can't summon them. We have to make them together."

"What do you mean 'together?'" she quirked an eyebrow.

"My seed mixes with your -"

"Your what?!" she cut him off "I think not!"

"It's the only way we can create the -"

"I don't care! Unhand me! I want to leave!" though he was still holding her, she shoved him in outrage.

"I can't do that. You will fall."

"Well then get me out of here!"

"There is no exit, Saalja. We are in the between where there is no way out. If I were to let you go, you would simply be falling forever. At least you will have someone to talk to right now. I can't promise that if I were to let you go."

Saalja fumed. All her fortunes, networking, and planning had only backfired. How utterly naive she had been.

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Tavra smiled at him as she quickly worked his shaft with her hands, running them up and down the length of it, her hands and his member covered in a slick mixture of saliva and semen. His power flowed into her through her hands, and she grinned, hungrily looking him in the eye as she breathed heavily. He was incapacitated by weakness and the pleasure and the sight of her glistening hands sliding along his rod. Without warning, he began to cum again, spasming gobs of creamy goo into the air and onto her hands. She'd lost count how many times he had cum tonight. It was obvious that some sort of magic was at work that was enabling him to spray his seed all over the room.

Finally his energies began to dwindle. She noticed a small patch of his hair turn grey, and then another - a sign that he was getting low. His skin began to stretch and wrinkle as he aged before her eyes. Her body began to tremble as she started tapping his primal essence - the energies which were his and not those stolen from so many others. The energies of a god.

A few hours ago she was engaged in a carnal battle for her life. The two twins were vigorously pistoning their cocks in and out of her, triggering an instinctual response in her body to give its energy up to them. Her simultaneous draining of both of them, though incredibly pleasurable, only prolonged the struggle, as they would eventually win and she would be just another lifeless husk. Instead, she focused all of her power on draining one of the twins. The other grew in power, but she knew if she could finish off one then the second wouldn't be a problem. As the first weakened, he also grew older, until he was a shriveled old corpse on the floor. After he was no longer a threat, she could focus all of her efforts on the other twin. The amount of power she had stolen from them was incredible. She could actually feel their energies coursing through her veins. There was no telling what she was capable of, or how long she had been here draining them.

Suddenly, she felt hands on her shoulder and was thrown into the air. She flew into the wall and fell to the leaf-covered floor. Looking up, she saw another woman, quite a bit smaller than her, with long, straight light brown hair. There was a look of innocent youth about her - she was young and beautiful, and something about her made Tavra want to taint her innocence, to defile her on a carnal level. She was helping the weakened twin to his feet, watching Tavra intently at the same time with entrancing gray eyes.

She could sense that the woman was channeling her energy into the twin, and his skin and hair returned to normal, though he was still extremely weak. She began to carry him over to the opening, but Tavra was too quick. Her powers had grown so much that she was already there right as the woman turned to leave. She snarled at Tavra, who reached-out and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her high into the air. Her expression changed from anger to surprise and desperation as she dropped the twin and struggled against Tavra's iron grip. Even before she had drained the twins, the woman's strength would not have been a match for Tavra's, and now she barely even noticed her struggle. Tavra began to siphon her power - she could sense the woman had much to give, obviously one of her "sisters." Tavra grit her teeth with wide eyes, snarling in pleasure as the energy gushed into her.

"Ahhhh, excellent!" Tavra exclaimed. She inhaled deeply and continued "Today I will have taken the energies of TWO of the Masters, and now I will add your strength to mine as well!" She squeezed the woman's throat a little harder as her struggle to free herself continued in futility. Soon her victim's eyes became heavy and her efforts to escape ceased. Tavra could tell that she was almost dead.

Still holding the woman by the throat, Tavra got an idea. Instead of finishing off her sibling, she drained her down to almost nothing, then shoved three fingers into the woman's pussy and channeled as much energy as she could into her. She felt the young woman's hymen, and thought it strange that she was still a virgin. Shoving her fingers in deeper, she pierced it and smiled, feeling the blood on her fingers. The woman slowly came about, moaning in pleasure, until she had reached normal consciousness again and was calling out loudly. She spread her legs, bringing her knees up under her armpits, and closed her eyes as she gasped in ecstasy.

"Yeeeeessss, you feel it, don't you? Feels good, doesn't it?" Tavra said, pouring as much of her own power into the woman as she could while pumping her hand in and out of her. She found the control she had over people to be somewhat erotic, especially when she could make them squirm with pleasure like she was doing right now. Tavra filled her with lifeforce until her new minion had a slight bit more than when they had first met, then dropped her to the ground.

"What is your name, slave?" Tavra asked, putting her hands on her hips and looking down at her new follower, smiling.

"My... name... is... Wytnaa..." she replied, panting heavily, still laying on the ground.

"Wytnaa... very well. Watch this, Wytnaa..."

Tavra knelt and held her long hair back with one hand, bending over the twin who was still alive, but could barely move. She took his cock in her hand, and guided it into her mouth/ Tavra began to bob up and down on it, circling her tongue over it as she sucked the energy from him. He moaned in pleasure, and his hair began to gray again.

Tavra held him in her gaze as she moved up and down the length of his cock, humming and cooing in pleasure herself - though she wasn't absorbing his energy very quickly, but the feeling was always more intense when she took in energy through her tongue. Pulling the cock from her mouth and holding it with one hand, she turned her head sideways and ran her tongue up and down the length of it, watching as he spasmed several shots of cum onto his own chest. She enjoyed seeing him age as his life essence flowed into her. His skin started to stretch across his bones in some places and wrinkle in others as his grey hair began to fall out. His whole body seemed to deflate as his energies were transferred to Tavra.

Suddenly the feeling intensified as she again began to drain the primal energies of the twin. Tavra's eyes rolled up as her body trembled and her jaw dropped, letting his cock fall from her mouth, working it slowly with her hands. She felt this before, with the other twin - tasting a small portion of a god's power was more potent than any kind of sensation of draining she'd ever felt. Her body tingled with waves of pleasure as the godly lifeforce was sucked into her.

Wytnaa squirmed as a war raged inside of her. Her Masters screamed at her to do something, to try and stop the twin from dying, but she couldn't bring herself to resist Tavra. On some level she enjoyed watching her drain the twin. Tears began to roll down her face, and she sobbed at her failure. He was old and weak now, his head rested on the ground, turned sideways to look at Wytnaa.

"Ungh. Help me...." he pleaded, looking her in the eye. Wytnaa wanted to try, to fight Tavra, but something inside stopped her.

A few moments later, both of them could sense there was no life energy remaining within him. His body was a skeleton with skin tightly stretched over it, and the whole thing was quickly turning into an ash-like dust. Tavra sat up straight and arched her back a little, still shaking a slight bit. She held her hands in front of her and half-opened her eyes.

"Ahhhh.... that was... very nice. I can feel their power in every.... fiber.... of my being. Incredible. Ahhhh...yessss..." she said, taking a moment to revel in the lingering pleasure of gaining her newfound energies. With every heartbeat, she could feel her body pulse with their power. Her senses had been honed - she could hear the insects and bat creatures down the hall fleeing into the wilderness. The musty scent of the cave was stronger, and though the patches of glowing fungus in the room provided little light, to her it looked no different than if they were in plain daylight. Though she could not see it for herself, she somehow knew that her eyes had gone from brown to a strange hazel color, but she had no idea why. It was the only physical change she'd ever known.

Wytnaa continued to cry over her frustrating defeat. There was no doubt in her mind that the Masters would discipline her harshly for such failure. The thought of them never filling her again with their giant cocks made her cry even more. As her remaining ecstasy faded, Tavra turned to her and reached over to place her hand on Wytnaa's shoulder.

"There there, dear. I don't need you for much. I just need you to tell me where your Masters are, then I'll let you go! Won't that be nice?"

Wytnaa hung her head low. Part of her wanted to do it, wanted to watch Tavra drain all the Masters, but she couldn't fathom what life would be like without them. She shook her head, slowly at first, then with more conviction.

"Are you resisting me? You know you can't do that. You want to tell me where your Masters are."

"No." Wytnaa sobbed, head still hung low.

"I don't think you understand." Tavra said, angrily.

Tavra moved in close and inserted two fingers into Wytnaa's pussy and began to channel more lifeforce into the woman. She felt the Wytnaa's hymen again, as if it had never been pierced, but Tavra thought nothing of it and pierced it again. Wytnaa clenched her teeth and spread her legs, once again bending them at the knees and bringing them up under her arms. Tavra thrust her fingers in and out of the young woman as fast as she could, quickly bringing Wytnaa to a trembling climax as well. After a few moments of pouring her power into her, Tavra withdrew her fingers and smiled.

"Doesn't that feel good?"

Wytnaa nodded, panting.

"Good. Have you ever felt this powerful?"

Wytnaa shook her head, still teary-eyed and breathing heavily.

"Now don't you want to tell me where your Masters are?"

Her voice was filled with compassion and caring, but Tavra pressed her will against Wytnaa, trying to force her to obey. The Masters still screamed in her mind, commanding her not to give in. She shook her head in defiance, still panting.

Tavra looked away, slightly frustrated.

"Perhaps I need to be stronger then. Fine." She gripped Wytnaa's throat again and looked her in the eye. "A few days north of here is a small fort in the Urmish Hills. I want you to go there and harvest for me. Leave no one alive. When you are finished, you will return here, to this very spot, and wait for my signal."

The Masters still screamed at her to resist, but this order was not as easy for her to oppose as the previous one. Wytnaa nodded and began crying again.

Tavra let go of her throat and pulled herself in closer to the young woman, caressing her thigh with one hand. "Aww, don't cry. It'll feel good. You'll like it! And when you come back, I'll give you more of my energy!" She said, smiling as she gently rubbed her slave's clitoris.

Wytnaa sniffled and got to her feet, taking a last look at Tavra before turning and walking out the hallway.

Tavra sighed and looked at the pile of ashes next to her, smiling. She dipped her fingertips into the ashes and felt the texture with her thumb, examining how smooth the remains were.

The power these twins had was staggering. she thought to herself. I was a gnat before in comparison to what I am now, and there are seven more sets of twins out there, all for me to harvest. Tavra made a fist and felt the ash with her palm, still preoccupied with the massive amount of power she had gained. "I will become a goddess. Nothing in the world can stop me."

---

Suz'aan opened her eyes. She was in her secure room in her home north of town. Weapons of many sorts adorned the walls, and a single metal door stood closed, guarded by two of her order. She could feel the coolness of the air and feel the tapping of the rain outside. Strange that she could feel such things.

She was in a cage of some sort. Then she remembered what had happened. Looking down, she saw her body was beautiful and young. Her breasts did not sag, her thighs were supple and strong. Suz'aan ran her hands along the smooth skin of her new body, giggling with delight.

The guards knocked on their side of the door and a few moments later Evishen entered.

"Ah, my mistress! You are awake! I had you relocated for fear of that other dark maiden returning to the palace to find the body you're in. How do you like your new body?" he smiled as he touched the bars of her cage with a small silver sphere. The cage faded away and Suz'aan dropped onto the floor, landing on all fours perfectly. She smiled and looked up at him.

"It worked!" she said, fondling her new breasts. "Bring me prisoners, I want to test my new powers on them! NO! Wait, bring me... the one I switched with!"

Evishen paused a moment, looking a bit worried.

"Well, ah... Mistress, there was a slight.... problem with the spell when I cast it. I told you it wasn't fully-functional, and well... Your side of the spell was successful. Transferring her mind into your body, however... was not." Evishen looked away while speaking to her.

"What? What happened to her mind then?" Suz'aan asked forcefully.

"Well... I'm not exactly sure. One of three things : her mind is trapped inside that body with you and unable to exhibit control, her mind may very well have been destroyed, or she may be in someone else's body. I don't know, really. In any case, she's no longer a threat to you, mistress."

"I want you to find out what happened to her mind, IMMEDIATELY!" She screamed. "And bring me some prisoners, NOW!"

Evishen could do nothing but obey her. As a S'rinkali, his will had been bound to hers long ago, whether she had switched bodies or not was irrelevant. He quickly exited the room and called guards to bring as many prisoners as could be found to his mistress. The palace dungeons were full of viable candidates - no one was really sure how far down the dungeons went, though they were fairly confident that nobody was still alive more than a few levels down.

Meanwhile, Suz'aan wandered over to a full-length mirror which had obviously been left for her. She posed in front of it for some time, admiring the beauty of her new body, the sleekness of it, the smoothness of the skin, the muscle tone. For a moment she wondered if she was dreaming, for there was no one more perfect, no one more beautiful, than her now.

Smiling, she watched her hand slide slowly down to her clitoris, playing with it gently. Suz'aan gasped in ecstasy, and spread her legs while standing. She slid one finger down and inserted it. Then she worked a second finger into her pussy, watching herself intently in the mirror. She turned her hand a little and worked a third finger in and out, feeling her inside herself. Finally, she pulled her wet fingers out and then pushed all four fingers into herself. She used her thumb to rub her clit. The sight was extremely erotic to her, for she had wanted to have her way with Jynn since the moment they'd met. Waves of increasing pleasure washed over her body, and she squeezed her own breast, grunting at the sight and feeling of her body writhing in pleasure. The orgasm was upon her before she knew it. She arched her back, thrust her pelvis forward, and moaned loudly.

Outside, Jarif sneered at the sound and the silhouette of the creature they had previously hunted, now turned into his mother. He turned from the window and marched away, annoyed. Further down the rain-soaked street he met with Shakaam, who was waiting under a thatch-roof awning.

"Jarif?" the Lieutenant asked. Jarif shook his head

"She was once our enemy, the things we were raised and even trained to hunt and kill. She's gone too far."

"She's your mother, Jarif - what are you going to do? Kill her?" the Lieutenant asked, somewhat horrified. Jarif only stopped and looked at Shakaam sideways, disgust in his eyes. There was a long pause as he thought.

"I cannot let that.... thing roam around freely. I should have killed it when I had the chance."

"But all that has changed now, Jarif!" Shakaam raised his voice. "She is your mother!"

"No." Jarif shook his head. "That is no longer my mother. That... thing is only a shadow of my mother. In her obsession with the enemy, she has literally become it. You must help me, Lieutenant. After that, I will release you from your obligation to me."

Shakaam could only stare at him and think about his options. By helping Jarif he could return to his old job in Gebton Hollow, leaving all of this strangeness behind. Though he hadn't been with Jarif's Stewards for long, he'd seen enough to know he was in way over his head. But even if they killed Suz'aan the other one would still be out there, gathering power until... there was no telling what she was capable of. Jarif would do anything to stop his mother - Shakaam could see it in his eyes - the eyes of a fanatic who'd lost his way as much as she had. He wondered if their cause had ever been protecting the world from these women, if they'd ever been pure in their purpose, or if there was something darker still being hidden from him.

"What do you have in mind?" he finally responded.

"There remains one Scavian disc. It's on its way here now via my system of couriers. We could use it on her, to trap her as we did before."

"A disc?" Shakaam gave a confused look. Jarif paused a moment, remembering that he wasn't present when they'd captured Jynn.

"Magical devices made long ago to trap mages. It creates a cage which nullifies magic for a period. There were only four made, this is the last of its kind." The two men looked out into the rainy night, both wondering how it had all come to this.

"What will you do with her once you capture her?" the lieutenant asked without looking at Jarif. A long pause followed. Shakaam began to wonder if his companion had even heard the question through the ever-intensifying storm.

"I haven't decided that yet."

---

When Suz'aan was younger and youthful, she'd had sex with any number of nobles, and when no one was looking, even a few servants. Just before her twenty-fourth birthday, she became smitten with her first female, a minor noble from a neighboring fief. Using political pressure and blackmail, she managed to lure the woman to her bed. Her first night with her prey was nothing less than spectacular, as were the following months. The fact that the woman did not enjoy the situation only heightened her pleasure, and after the tryst was over, she continued to seek the company of other women, deciding that while men could please her, it was women who knew how to best please their own sex.

In all the orgasms she'd had in that time, she'd never had anything on the level she was having now. Suz'aan found that her new body could reach new heights of climax, beyond what she'd imagined possible, and quicker than she'd expected. She could also recover from these climaxes with amazing speed, giving herself several in rapid succession.

There was no telling how long she'd been there pleasing her own flesh. Hours, days, weeks? It didn't matter. Time had melted away in a cycle of writhing ecstasy. Watching herself masturbate was the most erotic thing she'd ever experienced - the sight of a beautiful woman being brought to her knees by an orgasm kept her staring at the mirror.

As she lay trembling on the floor, recovering from one such orgasm, she heard the voice of her servant.

"Mistress, I have brought you prisoners, as you requested."

Suz'aan rose slowly, brushing her hair out of her face, surveying the pathetic souls standing before her. Two dirty, half-rotten men in rags looked eagerly at her, one of them smiling a toothless grin.

"Good. Now... how do I drain the life from them?" she muttered.

"I believe you merely touch them, mistress. Skin to skin contact." Evishen smiled and nodded. Suz'aan raised her head high as if to affirm her status as a noble and stepped forward, taking the first prisoner's hand in her own. Instantly she felt the rush of his life essence flowing into her, filling her with new power. She gasped and closed her eyes at the shock and pleasure. The prisoner grabbed her breast with his free hand and squeezed, she felt his energy filling her faster than before, and instinctively cupped her other hand over his, further increasing the drain and clenching her teeth. With more of her skin touching more of his, the conduit through which his energy was transferred increased. She found the sensation beyond understanding. Soon the prisoner grew weak and limp, and she had to use her strength to hold him up as she continued to revel in what was left of his life force. Evishen looked on in fascination, as did the guards.

When the prisoner was an empty husk, she let go of the body and opened her eyes, panting heavily.

"INCREDIBLE!" she roared, looking around the room. It took her a moment to focus again, setting her sights on the other prisoner. She rushed forward and grabbed his neck. Again she was overtaken by the pleasure of his energies draining into her, adding to her. She cried out and grunted several times, all the while the prisoner tried in vain to pry her fingers from his neck. Soon he too was a lifeless husk on the floor, and she was again panting in recovery.

"By the gods! I've never felt such bliss, such... power!" she said, flexing her arms. "Tell me you brought more!"

"I... I did not, mistress." Evishen said, worried.

In a fit of rage Suz'aan grabbed him by the throat and lifted him. His energies began to siphon into her, as she didn't know how to control her powers yet. She groaned in enjoyment again.

"Mistress, no! Please!" he choked. Something in her knew that it was a bad idea to drain her most valued servant, but the feeling was all that mattered at that moment. The sensation. The power. The pleasure. "Mistress!" he gurgled, but she could only focus on the feeling of utter ecstasy as his life force flowed into her. He clawed helplessly at her hand but felt himself growing weaker by the second. Her eyes fluttered and her jaw dropped. Part of her knew that she was killing her most valuable servant, but the sensation was too amazing to stop. In a last ditch effort Evishen tried to use his own powers to contact her, or alter the pleasure she was feeling in some way, but as all mind mages were magically bound to their masters, his own mind would not follow the order. Soon she held another lifeless corpse in her hands.

Breathing heavily and shaking a little, she still held what remained of the S'rinkali in the air for a short while before dropping him to the ground.

"MORE!" she screamed. "Bring me more!" Rushing to the door, she opened it and stuck her head out. "Did you hear me?! Empty the nearest tavern, bring them all here to me. NOW!"

---

The tempest sent down torrents of rain, and the barely-lit skies were still fading into darkness once more as the last of the sun's rays left the horizon. There was no telling how long Tavra had been with the Masters, draining them as they drained her. The entire struggle had an odd memory to it. On one hand, it seemed like she was bathing in their energies for weeks, lost in the ecstasy. Yet something in the back of her mind told her that it was much less, several days at the most. She had no idea if this storm was the same one that was raging when she went in or if it was a different one altogether.

She was crouched behind a pile of crates, watching the outer walls of the palace. Visibility was poor, but she could sense the life energies of several guards on the wall. It would be difficult for them to see her in the darkness, but it would be a little while before it was that dark.

Suddenly she felt energy flowing into her. She could see two of her minions double-teaming a woman, both of them eagerly pumping away as they stole her energies. Tavra felt the woman's essence rush into her from both men, grabbing her breasts and opening her mouth to revel in the ecstasy. They could see her too, and in their minds they imagined it was Tavra they were having their way with, not some common whore. She grinned slightly as she looked into their minds at the vision. With both men sucking away her lifeforce, she was quickly drained, and the image in Tavra's mind faded.

Tavra licked her lips and closed her eyes. Concentrating hard, she commanded all of her servants to immediately bring her more energy. After a few moments, she felt the first of her eager slaves channeling energy to her - another of the merchants, his hands around the throat of some servant somewhere. And then another - one of the whores, passionately kissing another woman, moaning as the power rushed through her. And then another, and another, until the torrent of energy and the torrent of rain became one. She was bathed in a massive flow of life essence from her minions. The feeling was so intense that she closed her eyes, cried out, and fell over backwards into the mud, her back arched.

As the last of the feelings of pleasure subsided, Tavra sat up, panting heavily. She quickly looked around to see if anyone had seen her fit of ecstasy, but was confident no one had been in the area for some time. She brushed away some of the mud on her back, and was confident the rain would wash away whatever remained in her hair and on her back. Feeling invigorated, she stood and walked over to the castle wall.

Tavra looked up at the wall for a moment, gauging the distance. The rain was quite distracting to normal vision. Instead, she focused on the life forces on the wall, and how high they were in relation to her. Grinning with satisfaction, she crouched slightly and then leapt to the top of the wall. Her feet splashed in some standing water as she landed.

That was a lot easier than last time, she thought to herself. She heard footsteps coming closer as one of the guards had obviously heard the splash. Tavra turned to look in the direction of the guard, but the darkness, rain, and distance made it hard to see him, even with her enhanced sight.

Good, she thought, If I can barely see him, there's no way he can see me. She rushed forward, lunging at him with great speed and covering his mouth with her hand. Tavra drank the energies of the struggling guard as fast as she could and then tossed him over the wall, knowing those who found him would think he had been fallen off the wall.

She wasted no time in leaping to the other side of the wall and landing in a courtyard. Looking up at the great tower which held the holy fire, she knew she wasn't far from her destination now. Concentrating for a moment, she searched the surrounding area for signs of lifeforce, but found nothing as powerful as Jynn's. Frowning, she wondered for a moment if they had moved her, as someone as powerful as Jynn would stand out like a beacon. There was still more of the palace grounds to search, however.

Moving silently and quickly through corridors, she used her ability to sense lifeforce to avoid patrols and wandering nobles. Tavra was much faster now - when she chose to move she was a blur, and with her incredible senses, moving around unnoticed was child's play. Part of her wanted to storm the place, plundering all the energy she could on her way to the Prince, but the incident with Jynn still weighed heavily on her mind. If they had been more quiet and stealthy as Jynn had originally suggested, perhaps she would still be beside Tavra, but she had thought that they were nigh-invulnerable with all of their fantastic powers. She was naive and greedy, and her mentor had paid the price.

Her hair and skin quickly dried as she moved through the palace, and she took note of this. Even her thick waist-length hair was dry moments after getting out of the rain, and the mud on her feet seemed to simply fall away, leaving her looking as pristine as ever.

Finally she reached the Prince's hall. Tavra sensed two sources of energy standing before the door. Guards at the door. No sneaking past them, she thought to herself as she walked around the corner. The guards turned to see the most beautiful woman they had ever seen, striding towards them, naked. Her presence was hypnotic, stunning them with awe. As she approached, she heard two claps from inside, signaling that the Prince wanted a servant. The guards seemed to ignore the sound and were still focused on the beauty before them.

Tavra smiled at the guards as she passed them, brushing a strand of her long black hair back behind her ear. She opened the door and strode into the Prince's room unobstructed. The prince stood by his bed, putting a shirt on, his back to Tavra.

"Ah, excellent. Could you help me with..." The prince paused, sensing that his mistress was near. He turned to look at her with wide eyes. "Tavra?! My beauty, you've returned to me!" He rushed over and put his hands on the sides of her face, kissing her passionately. She did not respond, only allowed him to kiss her for a few moments, after which he withdrew and began to disrobe again.

"What happened to your eyes? They're a different color now. Ah, never mind, I must have you again!" he said, taking his quickly-growing cock in his hands and moving in closer to Tavra. She backed-up half a step and gently exercised her will upon him.

"No. I have a... request to make of you, my prince. If you agree, I shall give you.... something else." she said, smiling. She could tell that even a slight application of her powerful will upon him caused him to freeze-up, unable to resist.

"Of... course... my dear... What is it.... that you wish of me, mistress?"

"Actually," she said, turning and walking over to the bed to recline upon it. "It's two requests. Firstly, there is a mage by the name of Byen. He is a S'rinkali who lives in the old Hegensheil family tower, on the east side of town. Do you know of him, my prince?" Viestro nodded quickly, making his way over to the bed to follow his mistress. "Good. He is not to be troubled, ever again. In fact, I want your best guards watching his tower at all times. Do you understand?"

"Yes, my mistress." the prince said, bowing deeply and kissing her upper thigh.

"Good. Secondly, I have... lost contact with Jynn. I believe she was taken by some men in yellow and black uniforms, without any markings."

"Are you sure, mistress? It is illegal not to have some sort of identifying insignia on a military uniform. Perhaps they were bandits, my dear?"

"No. They were in the castle courtyard... some time ago. They drove me off as well. And I am quite sure they were military uniforms without any markings. Yellow and black. I want them found and I want Jynn returned to safety." Tavra gently pressed her will again to make sure the command was recognized as urgent.

"Yes, of course, my most-beautiful concubine. I would not be able to live with myself if something happened to someone as lovely as Jynn." he responded with a slight tremor in his voice. Tavra was confused for a moment at him calling her "his concubine."

"Now...about that reward." she said, smiling and standing-up off the bed.

As she stood, she took his member in her left hand and channeled some of her energy into him. Instantly he was taken by an explosive orgasm, and began to grunt and groan. His cock throbbed and streams of his warm, milky seed splattered on her and the floor. He reached out and grabbed one of her large breasts, squeezing a little tightly as he watched himself cum again and again. He grunted loudly as his cock shot cum onto her abdomen, and grunted again as he fired another onto her thigh immediately afterwards. Each time he sprayed cum onto her there was a heavy, gasping moan.

Tavra looked down at herself and smiled at the lines of his seed being that stripped her torso and legs. When she was satisfied, she released her grasp and moved her hand back to her hip. Viestro stood there, still grasping her breast, slightly hunched-over, panting heavily. She smiled and waited a few seconds to let him catch his breath.

"My prince, I seem to be a bit... soiled. Do you think you could clean that up a bit?"

Instantly he was on his knees again, lapping at her abdomen and breasts with his tongue, eagerly licking his own seed from her body, his eyes locked with hers.

"Excellent. Did that feel good, my prince?" The prince nodded and looked up at her as his tongue strayed to her slit. He began trying to tongue at her clitoris, but her stance made that difficult.

"I want to make you feel the same way, mistress." he said, looking hungrily at her privates.

"Then call for a servant, my dear." she said, smiling. The prince almost immediately stood, clapped his hands, and did as she asked. While he waited, he leaned over and sucked on one of her breasts, grasping it with both hands. His tongue swirled around the nipple, trying to arouse her further. She closed her eyes, somewhat aroused, and imagined that it was Byen who was before her, fondling her gently. It was quite a stretch for her imagination to make - Viestro was clumsily squeezing at her breasts, but Byen would be gentle with them, moving slowly, perfectly. Still, she was aroused at the thought, sighing heavily.

The moment was broken by the door opening. The prince hesitated a moment and then stopped sucking on Tavra's breast. He waved the servant over and smiled at his mistress. The servant approached, more because he was in awe of Tavra's beauty than because of his obligation to the prince. The young man's jaw was agape at the sight of her, and she smiled at him, somewhat turned on at the sway she had over men. Viestro took position behind him so that he could see his mistress, and grasped the servant by the neck with both hands.

The Prince gasped as the young man's energies began to flow through him and into his mistress. He breathed loudly and watched Tavra intently as the power flowed into her. She decided to be kind and exaggerate a little, arching her back and holding her head high with heavy eyes. She cupped a hand over one of her breasts and squeezed it gently.

"Ahh.... I feel it... the power... ahhh... yessssss... my Prince...." she said in a loud whisper. The young man was mesmerized at the sight of her in ecstasy and didn't notice himself growing weaker. As he began to collapse Viestro caught him and held him in place while he drained the last bits of life force.

"Tavra," Viestro panted, as he dropped the body to the floor "let me bring more servants, you can stay a while with me, here."

"All in good time, my prince. For now, I must take my leave of you again."

The smile on his face melted away and he looked her in the eye. "Stay with me, my concubine. Stay. I command it!"

"I cannot. I have business to attend to. Perhaps I'll return -"

"No," he said, cutting her off "Stay. I will summon an army of men to feed your power. They will line up day and night for you, my dear."

"That's a very tempting offer, my lovely prince, but I'm afraid I must find Jynn before I take you up on it." she smiled and gently pressed her will upon him as she moved away towards a window.

Viestro merely hung his head low as he watched her open it and move out onto the balcony, into the pouring rain. In the dark she spotted the castle walls below. Turning to glance at him, she smirked before leaping down and off into the stormy night.

---

When she awoke, she felt strangely tired. Saalja wasn't exactly sure how long she'd been asleep, and there was no means by which to judge the passage of time. Some time ago she'd grown tired of the silence between her and "the Dream" as she had decided to refer to him, and decided to take him up on his offer of help. The baroness undressed and watched her clothes fall away, downward until they disappeared in the all-encompassing white.

Not being the inquisitive type, she didn't think to ask many questions about where they were. Instead she just took the Dream's answers as the truth. Wherever she was, there was no noise or wind, and the temperature seemed to be the same whether she was clothed or not. No landscape or point of reference could be seen, not even the door she had initially stepped through. It seemed that the only thing here was him.

He seemed unnaturally strong and tireless, as he'd been holding her all that time, without even shifting her weight or straining. His naked skin was warm, flawless, and completely hairless. Sometimes he looked like nothing more than a window into a clear night sky, other times it looked as if the scene were merely painted upon a normal man.

After some hesitation, she allowed him inside of her. Though she wasn't very eager, he slid in as if she was wet with lubrication. At first glance he looked to be of unremarkable size, but he kept going deeper into her. The baroness gasped as he reached the full extent of his length within her - it was deeper than Ahgran or any other man had ever been inside her. He stood there, a benevolent smile upon his face, as she held onto his muscular shoulders and his hands cradled her ass for support.

Slowly he began moving her up and down the full length of his member. It was an unpleasant sex - while he had deep penetration, she felt no attraction to him and was not comfortable with the surroundings or the situation. There was no ecstasy, only the novelty of his size within her. Still, he effortlessly slid in and out of her with increasing speed.

This went on for some time, though for how long she had no guess. The baroness wasn't sure if he was enjoying the act at all, as he showed no signs of it. She thought it an odd situation for the both of them.

"Aren't you supposed to give me your seed?" she finally asked.

"I cannot cum until you do, baroness."

"Can't, or won't?"

"Can't. Many things are possible for me, that is not among them." He replied.

An odd situation indeed, she thought.

Saalja began to think of the men she'd had in her younger years, and of Ahgran. The young noble she spent one summer having repeated and powerful orgasms with. The following winter which she spent with his cousin. Her first time with Ahgran. These were the thoughts she'd focus on the few times she masturbated.

It took some time, but she began to feel the first hints of arousal and pleasure at the being's deep penetration within her. A series of moans heralded her climax, which was in itself nothing out of the ordinary except that she fell asleep quickly afterwards.

Now she was awake again, still being held by The Dream. He smiled down upon her kindly.

"We have made the creations you wanted - the nightmares of your vengeance are stalking your enemies as I tell you this." He said, still smiling.

"What proof will I have of my revenge?"

"You are tired and will sleep again soon. In your dreams you will see the revenge you desire." There was a pause as she nodded up at him, her eyelids heavy with fatigue. "Sleep now, baroness."

---

Suz'aan had never imagined she'd ever feel this much pleasure. Disgusted with the handful of drunks and beggars her men had brought her during the night, she decided to brave the storm and find victims herself. Rushing into the first tavern she could find, she was greeted by whistles and raunchy calls from the patrons. Without a thought she began going from person to person, making skin contact and stealing their energies as quickly a she could.

Some of those present stood transfixed - to them it seemed that the most beautiful woman they'd ever seen had burst in naked, rushed over to two men, held them up in the air by their necks, and began cumming suddenly, repeatedly, and for no apparent reason. When she had recovered from her powerful climaxes, she threw the bodies to the ground and rushed with incredible speed to find others. While Suz'aan siphoned the energies of the next two victims, a man came up from behind and groped her naked form, squeezing a breast with one hand while reaching the other between her legs to grope her mound. She roared with pleasure as his energies flowed into her as well. When his energies dwindled and he fell to the floor weakened, most of the other patrons began to flee into the storm. A few stayed, unable to pull their eyes away from her.

Suz'aan finished everyone in the room and moved onto the next building, and the next, and the next, harvesting life essence as she went. There were only a handful of people in each building, and often a few would flee, but to her none of that mattered - she was unstoppable and the pleasure was her focus.

As she was finishing off the last of a merchant's energies, she felt the pain of something hit her hard in the stomach, knocking her backwards through the wooden wall. Stunned and confused that something could hurt her, Suz'aan picked herself up out of the mud, brushed her wet hair out of the way, and squinted through the rain.

Oversized muscular hands gripped the sides of the hole in the wall she'd made. Its upper body was large and well-developed, while its lower portions were smaller. Its head was smooth and completely featureless. The creature hunched over on all fours and turned its head towards her.

"I'll drain your energies too!" she snarled quietly. She got to her feet and rushed at it with a leaping tackle. The creature however was ready, and was almost as fast as she was. It brought both fists down upon her back as she made her lunge, knocking her painfully into the mud. Largely unphased, she pushed herself off of the ground and into the arms of another identical creature. Its massive arms wrapped around her, pinning her arms and lifting her off the ground. Upon skin contact Suz'aan expected its energies to flow into her, but felt no such thing.

"Give me your POWER!" she growled as she struggled against the monster. The other rushed up and hit her hard in the face. It was a painful blow, but she could tell her body could withstand great punishment. Suz'aan growled again and kicked it backwards into a wall before it could deliver another attack. But they too appeared to have incredible speed and fortitude, and it immediately rushed back and dodged so she couldn't kick at it. It clamped a hand on her arm to help hold her and put the other hand on her mouth as if to silence her. In response she bit its finger, finding its thick skin too tough for her teeth to pierce. There was a bitter taste to it, but still she bit as hard as she could.

Its finger slid deeper into her mouth, depressing her tongue and meeting her throat. Suz'aan was confused at the fact that her body had no gag reaction, but was more confused as to why it had its finger in her mouth. Its other fingers fought and slid in as well, until its whole hand was in her gaping mouth. She struggled and kicked but to little avail - while she was slightly stronger than them individually, there were two of them to restrain her, and they had her in a difficult position to escape from. Slowly its hand crept down her throat, her jaw stretched as wide as she could open. Its arm seemed too large for her, but somehow it fit as the beast reached downwards into her...

---

Strange looks and gaping mouths on every face greeted Siressa as she returned to the brothel. A group of sailors whistled and made lewd comments as she jogged upstairs to her room. The smell of dirty men in the air made it obvious that someone had used her room while she was away, possibly more than once. Siressa undressed and took a long look at herself in the dirty mirror. Gone was the young woman that looked back through that same mirror yesterday, replaced by a woman of unearthly beauty. Her hair was smooth, lustrous, and alive, and its normally uninteresting brownish color didn't bother her any longer. Her teeth were white and straight - Siressa smiled into the mirror, pleased and excited with the changes.

She hadn't been admiring herself for long when there was a knock at the door. Quickly she threw on a robe and cracked-open the door, expecting it to be the Lady of the House inquiring about her cut of the night's profits. Instead it was the Count's messenger.

"There is a great storm coming. The Count invites you to wait it out at his estate."

Siressa thought of the cramped, smelly, leaky rooms at the brothel, which would only offer drunks, soldiers, and the occasional traveler. The Count's mansion would at least be clean and dry if nothing else, though her clients might end up the same. She smiled and glanced out the window at the immense wall of clouds which were already moving into the outlying areas of Elezan. Tall beyond measure and stretching across the horizon, it was an imposing sight to behold.

The streets were still bustling with people trying to procure last minute supplies even as the first sounds of thunder could be heard nearby. She watched them scurry like rats, afraid of the rain, doing what they could to prepare for the storm. Tavra was right - they were cattle at most. They were sources of energy riding around in containers of flesh, their petty lives only good for feeding the power of The Goddess.

The thunder sounded again as they reached the Count's estate, this time much closer than before. Siressa was shown to a spacious, well-decorated second-story room with a very large bed and a window overlooking the estate gardens. She passed the time examining the elaborate sculptures and tapestries in the room until the Count's crew of cosmetologists arrived.

What they found was not the poorly maintained middle-class whore they were used to seeing. Instead there was a creature of beauty far prettier than they had remembered her. They'd always been friendly to her, and even now they circled about, picking at her in awe, complimenting her and asking how she'd become so ravishing since they'd last seen her a few days ago. Her new beauty also gave her a confidence she didn't previously have, answering their questions with jokes and coy silences.

After some deliberation, they decided that she somehow already looked fabulous, and that there was nothing they could do to make her look more appealing, which she took as the highest of compliments. Instead they prepared a bath and a small snack and gossiped about the other servants. Just as they had finished eating, a servant knocked twice, then once more, signaling that the Count was ready for her.

She was given an ordinary robe and left to make her way to the Count's parlor on her own. The first two times she was given directions. Siressa figured that the robe was to make her look inconspicuous, like just another servant. The hallways were also kept quite dark as well, for added protection of her identity. Even with all this, Siressa had a feeling that the Countess knew who she was and what went on in her husband's parlor.

Upon reaching the parlor door, she stopped and listened, but heard nothing more than the crackling fire inside. Keeping with the standard code she knocked twice, then once more, then entered.

As usual, the Count reclined on his couch, sipping at a glass of fine wine of some sort. Though he didn't look quite recovered from his recent sickness, he was dressed in the finest silks and groomed as if he were attending an important party. While not an unattractive man for his age, he was slightly overweight and his dark hair was graying. His smile however, was disarming and genuine, but his presence filled the room, and she had always found it difficult to meet his gaze. While she felt superior to the majority of the populace, she found herself retreating into her old habits of being bashful and nervous around him.

"Ah, so good to see you again my dear, please, have a seat." He motioned to a cushioned stool before him. She nodded and moved over, pulling her hood away as she sat down. He looked confused for a moment, then regained his composure. "Did you change your hair?"

"Your... the ladies are quite... talented." She pulled a strand of hair behind her ear as she looked away from him. It was easier for her to dodge the question and mislead him than to explain that she'd touched a goddess, drank of her power, and become something altogether different than what she was before.

He nodded. "Apparently so! Though you make their job easy, my beauty." A silence followed as he looked upon her and she looked off towards the fireplace, only watching him with her peripheral vision. "Quite a storm we have outside. I've heard that it stretches across the Southlands and into the bay. You may be here a while." He sipped at his wine again. She glanced at a window and only saw a light outside which was blurred by the torrent of rain beating against it.

"Do you have someone for me?" her face brightened and nervousness washed away as she finally turned to meet his gaze. He could see the eagerness upon her.

"Yes, my dear. Are you prepared to meet him already?" he chuckled.

Siressa stood "Yes please!"

"Very well then." He reached for and rang a small bell on the table. Siressa stood and let the robe drop off of her as she turned toward the door, revealing her naked form. "I've never seen you this eager, my dear, is everything alright?"

She looked back at him and grinned, nodding. He was right - she'd never been this enthusiastic or eager, or felt this confident and in control. The need to cum burned within her, and more than that she yearned to feel the energy pouring through her again. Tavra had given her more than just power. Or perhaps the power was what had brought her a new and unwavering confidence.

A figure in a robe similar to hers came into the room, moving quickly to Siressa's side.

"Is this her, my lord?" it spoke in a deep male voice. The Count nodded and smiled. The figure pulled back its hood and revealed an aging and slightly scarred face. His hair was a graying blonde and thinning. He was perhaps in his forties and had the look of someone who'd recently done something horrible - it was in his eyes. She sometimes liked to wonder who they were and what their lives consisted of, but this time her wondering was cut short by his worn hands abruptly groping at her.

Siressa inhaled with a mixture of surprise and pleasure as he grabbed at her breasts with one hand, squeezing them in turn, while the other ran across her buttocks.

"I may do as I please with her body?" he asked, still running his hands across her body, taking it in with his eyes. She wasn't sure if he saw the Count nod again, but just as he did, the man's hand grazed her pussy and lingered there a moment. Siressa sighed her arousal. He continued groping at each of her breasts in turn, and his fingers slid along her labia, wet with anticipation. She let out a tiny whimper as he knelt a little and inserted two fingers inside of her.

"She's not a virgin. And she's already wet." He grabbed her face and came in close, his voice full of hate and contempt. "You are nothing more than a whore! On your back, whore!" With that he pushed her away and began to take off his robe. Siressa was somewhat in shock, but she did as was told and got onto her back and spread her legs. His actions seemed rushed as he knelt before her and guided his cock in. His size wasn't above average, but being that Siressa was relatively small for a woman, he seemed larger than normal to her. She winced and inhaled as he filled her.

Leaning over her, he aggressively squeezed her breasts and snarled as he began his first few slow thrusts. Their eyes met and she could see the mixture of disgust and awe he had for her. His thrusts increased in speed and depth, and she pulled her knees up under her armpits, grasping at her ankles. It was a move which always made the approaching orgasm more intense and long-lasting for her. Siressa shut her eyes tight, grimaced, and moaned loudly as his strokes became harder.

"Dirty whore! You're going to cum!" he growled angrily as he squeezed her breast harder, supporting himself with the other arm. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh mixed with her cries of orgasm, the powerful climax washing over her. Inside she tightened so much that he had to slow down his penetrations.

Siressa released the grip on her ankles as her orgasm subsided. Her head fell sideways and she gazed drowsily at the Count, who had stopped sipping at his drink and looked upon her with a kind of amazed curiosity.

"You whore!" the man growled quietly, increasing his speed more. "Whore!... Damned whore! You whore!" each insult became louder until he was almost yelling. Again the instinct spoke to her, telling her that he was close to his own climax. Siressa looked at him, opened her mouth, and prepared herself for another kind of pleasure.

The wetness of his ejaculation brought with it the familiar ecstasy of his energy flowing into her vital areas. Her body tensed as his life force flowed in, she stared blankly into space with her mouth agape, silent.

"UNGH! WHORE!" he yelled. His cock pulsed and released another spurt of cum, and with it more of his essence. For a moment she caught a glimpse of Tavra in a somewhat standing position being double-penetrated by large, muscular men. She was in a similar state of rapture, with energy rushing into her, though Siressa sensed that her mistress was in some sort of danger. More of his energy accompanied by another insult, and another vision of the goddess. Siressa herself felt like a goddess as his power passed through her and into Tavra.

"Ahh...Whore..." he whispered loudly as another wave of his life force flowed into her. His thrusts quickly slowed and his body came to rest upon hers as she took in the last of his power. She lay there a moment panting heavily, recovering and gathering her senses again. Siressa squirmed, rolled, and pushed her way out from under the body and sat up, looking at the Count.

"You wore him out!" he said, smiling wider than ever.

"Apparently." she brushed her hair aside and then reached down to wipe way some of his cum. "Do you have another for me?" she looked at him eagerly, brushing her hand through the body's hair to clean her hand of the cum.

"Not tonight, my dear. I'll have another for you tomorrow, I promise." he leaned forward and set his empty glass on the table.

---

"You understand what you must do then?" The demon asked Ahgran. Ahgran nodded, somewhat hesitant. Two days ago the search parties began sweeping the city. Strigori had been sending out several groups of his men to find and follow Tavra and Jynn. Somehow Th'ula Stiv had managed to get himself and Arvord on the same search team, along with two of Strigori's best soldiers.

Yesterday they made their way into town and began their search, despite the torrential rains. Strigori's supplies would be getting low soon, and they would need to either find their targets soon and leave, or begin raiding close to the capital. Both options would be extremely dangerous, almost equally so. Now he and this demon were in an abandoned building, resting for the night.

"Won't the other one hear?" the Baron whispered, concerned.

"No. Now do as I say." the demon replied, expressionless. Th'ula Stiv turned to look at the sleeping guard

Ahgran looked to the two guards. One was fast asleep, the other was standing guard at the door. A crack of thunder sounded in the distance, and the sky lit up for a moment. Arvord quietly rose from his resting place and crept to the one guard who was awake. The sound of rain covered any noise the Baron made as he inched closer.

Leaping at the guard from behind, he grabbed the guard's dagger and held it to the guard's back. The guard instantly raised his hands, dropping his sword, which hit the ground with a dull clang. Reaching around, he grabbed the guard's bare neck and began to drain his energy.

A few minutes ago, he had resisted Tavra's call to her servants to bring her energy. Ahgran could tell she had gathered more followers, and that order was directed at all of them, but since she hadn't directed her will towards him, it was much easier to disobey her. Still, Arvord understood two things. First, that her powers of control had grown far beyond what they were last time she had commanded him, and second, that if she had concentrated the order on him, with her new power he would have absolutely no hope of resistance. As the guard's lifeforce pulsed through him, a part of him reveled in the fact that he was making his mistress more powerful.

In his mind Arvord could see her, in the Imperial Palace, naked. She was walking towards an open window when she stopped and smiled at the feeling of new energy becoming hers. Tavra seemed to look straight at Arvord, smiling.

"Couldn't resist my calling after all, baron?" she said in his mind. Ahgran whispered a curse at this, partly due to the pleasure he was feeling.

Before he knew it, the vision was over, and the guard's energies had been channeled through him. He dropped the body, panting heavily, then realized all the noise was sure to have awakened the other guard. Spinning around, he saw Th'ula Stiv staring at him, and the other guard still fast asleep, almost snoring.

"That was good. She is in the city." the demon said out loud, obviously no longer concerned with waking Strigori's other guard. "Take him too." he commanded. Arvord shook his head, still panting.

"No. I don't know if I can resist her now. That would just make her stronger." The demon stood and took a step towards Ahgran.

"You will do as I say, or I will tell everyone that you are Baron Ahgran Arvord, willing conspirator in the destruction of Arvord's Citadel and betrayer to the Empire!" the demon spoke with a hint of anger in his voice. Ahgran closed his eyes and thought for a moment. There was no way out. He was an unwilling puppet to the demon now. All because of her.

Ahgran angrily walked to the other guard and took his hand, stealing his energies as well. He began to cum profusely, and threw his head back as he grunted at the feeling.

Again, he saw Tavra. This time she was in the rain, on a wall somewhere, probably the palace walls. She opened her mouth in a mixture of pleasure and surprise, massaging her breasts with both hands. Her body dripped with rainwater as she arched her back a little and looked to the sky.

"Doubling-up to make up for being late, my baron?" she said without speaking.

As the vision faded, he saw her leap from the wall - a jump from such a height would badly maim most men. Ahgran breathed heavily, his pants thoroughly soaked with his own seed.

"Good. I know where she is now. Follow me." Th'ula Stiv commanded as he headed towards the door. The Baron, feeling both invigorated and tired at the same time, nodded and rose to follow him.

The two scurried through the muddy streets. Visibility was extremely poor, and there were a few times when Arvord thought he had gotten rid of the demon, but he would always hear the thing's voice just ahead of where he could see, prompting him to hurry onward.

Suddenly he bumped into the back of the demon, who had stopped in the middle of the street. The city seemed empty, except for the few lights in taverns and homes which could be seen. However, Th'ula Stiv had spotted a drunk who had been obviously been thrown-out of a bar. He leaned up against a nearby house, vomiting profusely.

"Him, drain him." the demon commanded, pointing at the drunkard. Ahgran sighed and nodded slightly, jogging over to the man. He took hold of the bare skin of the drunk's arm and again began to transfer his life essence through him into Tavra. The drunk tried to resist, but Ahgran was too strong with the energy rushing through him. He clenched his teeth and groaned at the pleasure. In his mind he saw Tavra again, briskly walking through the rainy city, hands balled into fists and eyes half-closed. She slowed her pace every few steps, grunting and gasping intermittently.

"Ahgran.... that feels... wonderful...." she said to him.

The vision faded again, leaving Ahgran gasping. He understood why Tavra and Jynn drained so many people - not only did it make them stronger, but the feeling was an ecstasy beyond understanding. He briefly wondered if he could grow addicted to the rush, and wondered if the two women had as well.

"Quickly, this way!" the demon called. Ahgran looked up and could barely see him motioning through the rain. They travelled on, moving a little faster this time, down a different street.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Arvord asked.

"Because I can see where the trail of life energy leads when you take some for her. We must find her!" the demon responded, not stopping or even turning his head to look at the Baron.

"I thought you knew everything already? Don't you know where she is?" Arvord pressed.

"I don't know absolutely everything, but I do know many secrets. I knew she was headed for Elezan, but I need you to find out exactly where in this forsaken shit hole she is." There was a short silence as they travelled, the Baron taking in all the information he could.

"What will you do when we find her?"

"That is for me to worry about. Though I believe... I had better start thinking..." the demon said, stopping suddenly.

"What is it? Is it her?" Arvord said, trying to peer through the rain in the direction that the demon was looking.

"Hello Baron." Tavra's voice made him gasp. He felt a rush of excitement, and he instantly became hard. "I believe we have unfinished business, you and I. And who is your friend? I sense something very... different about him." Arvord still couldn't see her, but he thought he knew which direction the sound was coming from.

"My name, my dear, is Th'ula Stiv, and I am at your service." the demon said, bowing graciously.

"You come to me wishing to serve me? Or is that just a lame introduction?"

Arvord could see her now, walking closer. She did not sound happy.

"I have a business proposition for you, actually. Something we may have a mutual interest in." the demon said, smiling with his silvery teeth.

"What could you have that would interest me?" Tavra knew there was little in the world that she could not get for herself.

"Well, to sum-up, more life energy than you currently have in your body right now. All in one easy place." Th'ula Stiv answered, still smiling.

"Is this true?" she asked, looking to Arvord. She was close now, but even at this short distance he couldn't really see her. The only light around was from the magical lanterns which hovered at the intersection of each street, and they were quite far from any intersection. Only the familiar sight of her perfect-figured silhouette was discernible in the darkness and rain.

"It's news to me. Apparently I was just his tool to find you." Arvord said, shrugging.

"It's true, it's true. Our dear Baron was simply my way of divining your location, so I could make you this business offer. I suppose we could kill him now if you wish." the demon said, looking back at Ahgran and smiling.

"His life is mine to take as I please, not yours, and not 'ours.' Mine." She said looking back to the demon.

"My life is my own. I do not belong to -"

"Oh really?" Tavra said, interrupting Ahgran and taking a few steps closer to him. "Don't forget it was *I* who gave you back life energy. It was I who ALLOWED you to live. You are mine now, Baron. You serve ME!" she snarled and pressed her will hard upon him, and he winced a bit at the assault. Releasing her hold on him, she smiled and began to walk around him. "Actually, Baron, I'll give you a choice : a life of comfort and pleasure in servitude to me, or an agonizing daily routine of trying to resist me as I slowly degrade you into a lowly animal, bent on serving me."

Arvord was full of rage and lust. Just when he thought he could sink no lower, the very woman who destroyed his life offers him a place at her side... as her underling. No, this was not an offer - it was a threat, plain and simple. Once again, she held all the cards.

Arvord looked to see what the demon was doing, only to find all attention was focused on him. Th'ula Stiv smiled, eager to hear the Baron's answer.

"Wh... what will you give me if I serve you?" Arvord meekly replied. Tavra spun and smiled up at the tall noble. Through the rainy dark he could see the glint of her unblinking eyes and perfect teeth and could tell she was smiling.

"Power, strength, wealth, rulership, women... what else could a man want? I like you, Baron. Of all my minions you are the only one who has even tried to resist me. The others, they are cattle. You make things interesting, and for that, I will place you above any of my other slaves in my empire."

Arvord knew she was right. He knew she had the power to do what she pleased, and the power to give him what he wanted. If she truly was on the path to becoming some sort of god, he would have almost limitless power under her. He went to one knee and bowed his head.

"I will do whatever you please, mistress." he said with a sigh.

"Defiant to the last. But you won't be defiant after I give you all that I promised. Now... rise." Arvord did so, and she reached into his pants and took hold of his rock-hard cock. "Are you ready? You'll like this part..."

She began to channel energy into him, as much as she could. He breathed rapidly and moaned as his cock spurted cum all over her hands and into his pants. Tavra smiled up at him as he reached out with one hand and grasped her breast.

"Why do they always go for my breasts?" she asked the demon, giggling a bit.

"Probably because there are few women who have them as large as you do." the demon replied, shrugging a bit.

She smiled and turned back to Ahgran, who had hunched-over a bit, his face straining at the intense pleasure he was feeling.

"Oh you've got a long way to go, Baron. I'm nowhere near done." Tavra said, continuing to pour lifeforce into him, pumping her hands up and down his slimy, cum-covered cock. "Feels good, doesn't it? My power surging into you, the ecstasy one feels as it courses through you, the strength you feel. Yeeeesss... " She continued until all the energy her minions had gathered for her that night was put into him. It was a meager amount to her - she barely noticed it was gone, but it was enough to make most mortals extremely powerful.

When she was finished, she withdrew her hand, wiped it on his rain-soaked shirt, put her other hand behind his head, and pulled him in close to kiss him, barely licking his lips with her tongue. He was still gasping, and he didn't expect such a response from her. It was a brief kiss, but he held the feeling of her soft, wet lips on his in his mind from that day forward.

"Now you are mine, Baron, and I will give you all the things I promised. But first, I suppose I should talk to your friend here." As she turned to the demon, her smile faded and she became serious again.

"Ah, yes. Well, have you ever heard of the Stone of Shal-Ur?" Th'ula Stiv said, looking at her inquisitively.

"Can't say I have. What do I want with it?" she responded, putting her hands on her hips.

"Well, to make a very long story very short, it is a prison for millions of demons. Their presence within the stone keeps me from getting home. The stone is nigh-indestructible, but I believe you could drain the life forces of the demons within, thus break the spell which stops me from returning to Charnus." Th'ula Stiv stared at her, waiting for a response.

"You're... a demon then?" Tavra said, a look of confusion on her face.

"Well, yes. I thought you already knew that. You are part demon as well, you know."

"What do you mean?"

"It's... a long story. And how fortunate, we have such a long journey ahead of us. The Stone lies in a labyrinth faaaar to the north, within the Kingdom of Ghugal. Are you interested? Or do I need to find another way home?" the demon pointed in a direction, presumably north, as he spoke. His tone had a hint of impatience and dissatisfaction to it which Tavra noted.

"What do I get out of the deal?" She asked, tilting her head to the side slightly.

"As I said, the souls of millions of demons are trapped within the stone. Should you drain them, you would be unstoppable. All you need is for me to lead you there." The demon replied, smiling.

The Baron had recovered from the intense bout of pleasure he had just experienced and crept up behind Tavra, putting his large hands on her hips and leaning in to Tavra's ear.

"I think it would be a good idea, mistress. Think of the power you will wield after this, and the pleasure of gaining it." She looked to the side for a moment, thinking, then turned back to the demon.

"First, I have to free Jynn. Then I will help you."

"Oooh... That could be a problem then." the demon said, wincing.

"What? What do you know about Jynn?" she stepped closer to the demon, her right hand made into a fist.

"Well, being a demon I have certain... abilities, much like you have certain special powers that come from the demonic essences within yourself. My powers are much like hers - I know things. Let's just say that extra dimensional informants are peeking around corners for me at all times. Your friend was subject to some sort of spell that... relinquished control of her body to... someone else. I don't know if she'll ever be the same again."

"What do you know of this spell? You will help me find a way to return her to normal!" Tavra yelled, ready to tear the demon to shreds.

"Easy there!" Th'ula backed away a step, only to be followed by Tavra. "I don't have any command over the element of magic myself, only knowledge. I do know that it was done by a mind-mage, like your friend in the tower, so it is possible that a mind-mage could undo it as well. I would imagine that after you helped me, you would be more than capable of exacting your revenge upon those responsible."

"Who is responsible, demon? Tell me!" She was still angry, mostly at her inability to rectify the matter.

"That is... another long story. I believe you have already met the group responsible - the ones who had no markings? Yes, they are an order bent on hunting you and your 'sisters' for the good of the world. Funny, they once were your allies." Th'ula Stiv smiled as he finished. Tavra looked up into the falling rain, pondering her situation.

"How long will this take?" she asked, still looking into the sky, rain falling into her unblinking eyes.

"With your powers at the level they are at now, I would say a week at the very most."

"Very well" she said, sighing and looking back at the demon. "When do we leave?"

"Immediately" Th'ula Stiv said, smiling and motioning for her to follow him. The three began to make their way to the city gates.

---

"Long ago our realm, Charnus, was much like your own. We had a thriving, peaceful civilization, clear water, green grass, all that sort of thing. Then the gods of this world, the Nasjzeva, saw it fit to invade our world. The gods of our world, the Elsjzeva, fought back but lost. Then the Nasjzeva rained their terrible vengeance down upon Charnus by twisting it and making it a most unpleasant place. We were turned into the demons which you know of today." The demon smiled at this, almost seeming to take comfort in the fact that he was feared and hated in this world.

"However, during the great war, many of the Nasjzeva fell too, and one of them that fell was not dead, only... very very weak. It was at rest for many years, until the other Nasjzeva left this world to go... elsewhere. Their leaving awoke the fallen god, and it began to look for its brethren, hoping they could help it. Finding that they had left for some reason, it began to gather followers in order to one day ascend back into godhood, and be the sole ruler of both this world and Charnus. For thousands of years it gathered more and more under its influence, secret societies, mages, demons, other races, whatever it could find in order to regain its former stature." Th'ula Stiv paused for a moment, both in his stride and his speech. Tavra and Ahgran stopped and were both about to say something when he continued.

"During this time, we decided to invade your realm ourselves, and attempt to capture this god's power for ourselves and perhaps resurrect it, in hopes that it would end the suffering of those in Charnus. Indeed, we did not know the Nasjzeva had left behind ten guardians of immense power to protect your world from just such a thing. They are what is referred to today as 'the Fourteen Mages.'"

"I thought you said there were only ten of them?" Ahgran interrupted.

"There were, however, the legend has grown over time, and I fully expect the number to be around twenty within a few generations. The ten did, after all, march for three years across the world to meet our forces in battle. In the end, most of us were imprisoned in the Stone of Shal-Ur, or other gems and trinkets, as it were. They used the Stone to fuel a great spell which held the way between Charnus and this world closed. Very ingenious, actually - using our own powers against us." the demon smiled and looked off into the blackness of the night. Suddenly, Tavra and Ahgran noticed that it had stopped raining. The air seemed colder, and there was a slight breeze that wasn't there before. They looked around in confusion, but Th'ula Stiv just continued his story.

"Now the Stone of Shal-Ur resides in a great labyrinthine underground known as Praiabia. For many years adventurers and thieves would make trips into the labyrinth in hopes of finding the stone, as even a small piece of it was said to be worth more than the riches of all the kingdoms combined. Some of them came too close too many times, and so the mages of Ghugal concocted an ingenious scheme. Each decade the mages of Ghugal hold an event in which they sanction contestants to enter the maze, where they hope to find the legendary Stone. The Great Mage Council is afraid that someone will find the stone and break the enchantment, which would allow the bulk of us to return home. Thus, with this contest, they also gain the ability to choose where and when the adventurers go into the maze, and stock that part of the maze with the deadliest traps and creatures. The maze itself also changes - over time certain walls slide and change the path, allowing the illusion that maps and the like are useful, though none of the challengers know this. Most who enter die of starvation rather than traps or monsters, some are killed by other contestants who are overly greedy or belligerent."

"Monsters? What kind of monsters?" Tavra said, almost concerned.

"Creations gone awry, mostly. Ghugal is a nation where mages thrive openly, and their unsuccessful 'experiments' get dumped in the surrounding mountains or into the labyrinth for the adventurers. The large majority of them kill each other or starve to death, but a few still roam the maze and are very dangerous." Th'ula Stiv said, chuckling a little.

There was a long silence as the three walked. Ahgran noticed that he could see the stars, though the moon was only a sliver in the sky, and it was hidden mostly by clouds. The demon had once again used his foul magics to transport them, no doubt to wherever they needed to be.

"You said I was part demon." Tavra broke the silence.

"Yes...that." Th'ula nodded. "When you and your 'sisters' were made so long ago, shaped from a tiny touch of the last powers of the fallen god, there was some powerful magic in the mix, and the flesh of a succubus queen. Actually, THE succubus queen. She was one of those captured by the ten guardians and imprisoned. The fallen one concocted a scheme to rise once again, and it gathered the followers it had been tempting in secret and in dreams, all this time. They retrieved a powerful and ancient ritual, the Alnus Kagoi - the process by which True Vampires are made, and corrupted it to their own uses. Next, they freed the succubus queen and stripped the flesh from her body.... slowly. They used her flesh in conjunction with their twisted ritual and a touch of the god's power to create you and your seven sisters. Thus, you are part demon. Flesh... and magic." Th'ula Stiv smiled and nodded as he finished the story. Arvord was about to question the change in location, but he could sense his mistress was about to ask more questions.

"...And the twins?"

"The twins are the remnants of the pure power of the fallen god. It split itself into sixteen separate entities, eight sets of twins, two for each of your 'sisters' so that they could retain control. It knew that if any of you gained too much power you would begin to resist their commands, but two twins both focusing on one of you almost insures total control at all times. The problem they didn't foresee was that there are ways to block certain types of mind-control, such as the tattoo on your thigh there."

"But why did it split its power like that? Wouldn't it be almost invincible if it didn't?" Tavra asked.

"It would be very difficult to kill something that powerful, but it needed to be active in order to reclaim its godhood. If it were too active, the Ten might take notice, or some tragedy might befall it, and immortals are nothing if not careful. Splitting up was a gamble, but examine the strategy which it involved. You and your 'sisters' go out into the world to gather energy, which you take back to the twins to harvest from you. The twins do not interact with the outside world - they use you as a sort of energy transportation, so that they are in little to no danger. They could have used less-powerful minions to transfer energy to them across vast distances, much like you do with your minions, but a weaker minion would be far more vulnerable than you and your kin, who store-up the energy for delivery. When the time comes and they have enough life energy, they merge once again into a fledgling god. Quite ingenious, I think. It was really only by chance that their control over yourself and Jynn was broken." There was a short silence after the demon was finished.

"I will drain the other twins as well, and have all of their power for myself. I will rise as the new goddess of this world." Tavra said, hungrily.

Th'ula Stiv chuckled. "Yes, yes, my dear, I'm sure it won't be long now. After you have the power of the Stone of Shal-Ur within you, I'm sure most anything will be possible."

"Won't the Ten come after her though?" Ahgran asked.

"Of course they will." the demon nodded. "However, with her powers, she may be able to take them on. Ah, here we are. Oh and uh, you should perhaps not be naked. Hard for others to concentrate and all. Wear this." the demon held up a plain brown burlap robe, though neither of them were quite sure where he'd been hiding it.

As they came over a hill, Th'ula Stiv motioned. A small settlement lay before them. No more than twelve buildings altogether, but four of them seemed quite large. They could hear the sounds of celebration coming from one of them, obviously a tavern of some sort. In the distance it looked like farmland, though they could not see very far in the moonlight. Th'ula Stiv smiled at his two companions and began walking down into the village.

"How did we get here? I thought Ghugal was several weeks travel from Elezan?" Tavra asked, following the demon.

"It is. I do posses a few special powers of my own, one of which I used to transport us here." Th'ula Stiv said, still smiling.

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"I don't like it." the Volerim said, growling at Tavra. "We never allowed FEMALES into the labyrinth before, why should we start now?"

"Arzilm, there are no rules stating that women may not enter the contest." the master of ceremonies retorted. He was a mage of some sort, dressed in a white robe, no doubt one of the famed Ghugal mages.

The group of contestants didn't look to be more than thirty people, all adventurers of various sorts. They were waiting for dawn for the contest to start when the mage's assistant and bodyguard, a Volerim, decided he didn't like Tavra.

"I don't care. I want her to prove she can enter." the Volerim drew a line in the dirt with his toe and stepped over it. "She probably can't even push me past this line."

Tavra smiled and walked forward, looking up at the huge mass of muscled man before her. She stood inches from his chest and put one hand behind her back, her eyes locked with the Volerim.

"Get some distance. You will need a running start. If you cannot move me from this spot, you cannot enter the contest." the Volerim grinned.

With lightning speed she put one foot forward, leaning in, combining her speed and strength behind her free hand, delivering a push to his chest which threw him across the street. Tavra smiled and got back in line. The Volerim got up and charged at her, jumping to tackle her as the other contestants moved out of the way, but she managed to catch him and throw him over her shoulder. She turned around and whipped her head to get her long hair behind her.

"I'm not here to kill you. Well... not yet, at least." she said, still smiling. The Volerim got up and walked forward quickly, stopping where his massive size gave him enough reach to swing his fist at her. Tavra easily ducked the blow and lunged forward to push at his abdomen with both arms, sending him flying backwards again.

"I won't warn you again." she scolded, grinning with her eyebrows raised.

"Arzilm! I command you to stop!" the mage shouted. The Volerim got up and growled at Tavra one last time, she returned a smile and a wave, hoping to further provoke him. She returned to her place in line while Arzilm went back to his lord's side. Tavra caught the mage giving her a concerned look, as if he almost knew what she was, and what she was capable of in the maze below, but he looked away as soon as she saw him.

The sun began to rise. As promised, the doors opened as the first rays of the dawn hit them. The other contestants began to run for the entrance. Tavra and Ahgran looked at each other. He looked concerned, but Tavra only smiled and began to walk forward slowly. Ahgran followed.

The ground began to slope downwards to meet the great arch carved into the rock. Intricate carvings could be seen on the marble door, while stone gargoyles on either side turned their heads to catch those passing by in their eerie gaze.

"Was that display necessary?" Arvord nervously asked, watching the gargoyles watch him as they entered a dark hallway of unremarkable gray stone.

"That's what I like about you, Baron." Tavra smiled as she shed her robe onto the floor. "You actually question me."

"I only want to keep you safe." He paused, thinking he heard a noise behind him. "I believe we are being watched, and perhaps followed." He said, leaning in close and putting his hand on the bare flesh of her smooth shoulder. As he did so, he smelled her fabulous scent. Even though they had just been in an incredible rainstorm, she was completely dry, and somehow smelled wonderful. He was still somewhat wet and was starting to smell like a moldy rag. The few hovering glowlights placed in the halls made it difficult to see the surroundings, but he somehow could see her perfectly.

They rounded a corner and Tavra pulled Arvord beside the wall, waiting for something to come around the corner. After a few moments, she looked up suddenly, and grinned.

"The walls are lower than the ceiling." She whispered. "It's on top of the walls." Tavra waited a few seconds, listening for the sound of stone feet upon the stone walls, placing where the thing was. The sound of stone upon stone stopped and she gauged where it was. She took a step away from Arvord and crouched, gauging the distance before springing up on top of the high wall.

The wall was quite thick - several feet at the least. From up here, Tavra could look down upon large sections of the maze, though some sections of the wall did indeed connect to the ceiling. The stone gargoyle snarled and swiped a claw at her, which she caught with ease, crushing its wrist into powder, sending its clawed hand falling to her feet. There was no energy in this thing - it was a construct which some mage had animated for their own uses, probably to spy on those in the maze. She smiled, opening her hand to reveal the ground stone, glancing down at it and then back to the gargoyle. It turned and began to extend its wings to glide away, but she was too fast, and brought her other hand down hard on its right wing, shattering it to bits. It fell face-first back to the ledge, scrambling to get up. Tavra raised her leg and stomped on its left leg, shattering it at the thigh. It rolled over onto its side, still trying to get up. She reached down and grabbed it by the neck and held it up, looking into its orange gem eyes.

"Can your master see me right now?" She asked, angrily. It nodded in reply. "Good. Wizard, know this : I am more powerful than anything you know of. Soon, I will be your goddess. You should spend this time learning to bow and worship me, not spy on me." And with that, she crushed its neck into powder, letting the body fall to the floor on the other side of the wall. Its head still snarled at her, so she dropped it to the floor as well. Ahgran jumped at the sound of stone shattering on the floor next to him. Tavra raised her arms into the air and leapt down, landing perfectly and kneeling in the same motion. She picked the gemstones from the rubble and stood. Smiling, she handed them to Arvord.

"Keep these. They interest me."

Arvord nodded. "What of the demon?"

"He will join us later tonight, when the sun goes down. At least that's what he told me." She said, turning to walk onward.

"How do we know we can trust him?"

"We don't. But what other reason would he have brought us here? To try to kill me? How would that benefit him?"

"I don't know. All I know is that I don't trust him. He told the bandit king that I was working for that he would help to destroy you and Jynn. Somehow I didn't think he was telling the whole truth then either though."

"Ahgran, I understand your concern, but I am much more powerful now than when we first met, and even then, I was almost invulnerable. I have few doubts that he is lying to me about something, but I think I can handle whatever he has planned for me. Besides, his plan sounds like something a demon would come up with - sacrifice an army of his own people so that he can return home." She smirked at the last remark. Ahgran nodded in understanding, but not in agreement. Something about Th'ula Stiv's plan still sounded off to him.

"This way, I sense energy this direction." She said, turning down a nameless hall in the giant maze. Tavra quickened her pace a little, eventually breaking into a slow jog, which Arvord matched easily. "Several humans and...something... strange... this way."

Rounding a few more corners, she stopped abruptly at the sound of voices nearby.

"What do we do now? I'm not touching that thing."

"What in Charnus is a Hrulsiv Corpse Wyrm doing here?!"

"Why don't we just hack through it?"

"STOP! No, they have acid blood. We can't even put hooks in to climb over it. Need to find another way around or something."

"What in Charnus is a Hrulsiv Cor-"

"SHUT UP! Let's double back. Get moving."

Tavra backed against a wall and turned her head to the side, waiting to pounce. Arvord did the same, taking a moment to admire her profile. Just before the first of them got to the corner, Tavra spun and brought her hand to his exposed throat, lifting him by it. Catching a quick look at his companions, she recognized the lot of them as a few of the other competitors. The five of them were lightly armed and armored, carrying heavy packs full of supplies on their backs. She ripped the energy from his body and threw it down the hall before his companions could tell what was going on.

"Having troubles already?" she said with a smug smile, arms akimbo. The adventurers drew their blades and backed away a little. The ones in the front took a combat stance.

"Finn? ...Y-you ok?" the one in the lead called out, glancing in the direction she'd thrown the corpse. More and more of his attention focused on Tavra - he'd seen her demonstration with the Volerim outside and though he understood her to be dangerous in the extreme, he was somewhat awestruck by her beauty.

"Oh he's very dead. I absorbed his lifeforce, much like I'll absorb yours shortly." She brushed some of her long hair back and took a step forward. Her aura of confidence inspired a fair amount of fear and uneasiness in the men she faced. They proceeded to back up slowly, inching closer to being cut-off by the wall of giant worm behind them.

It was a clever trap - a wall of writhing, red, scaly flesh. The great beast looked obviously different from the other walls, but it was low enough to fool unwary travelers into trying to pierce it with climbing hooks or pitons. The beast's corrosive blood would then make short work of those who were trying to make their way over.

Tavra smiled, reached down with one hand, and began to rub herself. Looking deep into the lead man's eyes she called forth the lust in him.

"You want this, don't you?" she said. "Mmm, you should drop your weapon and come over here." Her smile was inviting. He began to breathe heavily and grow hard as he dropped his sword and took a step forward. Two of his companions restrained him, while the third slipped past them and lunged at her clumsily with his blade. In a flash she used her free arm to throw him high over her shoulder, down the hall. The momentum of the throw flipped him in the air, and he landed flat on his back with a thud, unconscious.

Turning her attention to the remaining three, her eyes flared as she smiled and spoke. "You aren't even insects to me. None of you can match my power. Why struggle? Your life energies will join with mine and make me even stronger. Think of it! You will add to the power of a goddess!" The struggle continued for another few moments, but their comrade was inching closer and the two holding him didn't want to get within arm's reach of her. Finally he broke free and ran to her, fondling her breasts in his hands as he sunk to his knees, licking at her on the way down. She half-closed her eyes as his energy flowed into her. By the time his companions called out for him to stop, he was already a lifeless husk, slumping to the ground.

"Wonderful!" She said, addressing them with a smile "His energies are mine, just like yours will be soon!" Tavra rushed forwards and in the blink of an eye held one of them with his face to the wall. The other saw his chance and attempted to run. Seeing his chance, the Baron leapt, tackling and pinning him to the ground with his weight. Arvord had never experienced strength and speed like he had now - though he could feel the man struggling against him, it was mere child's play to keep him with his stomach to the floor.

"Tavra, may I?"

Tavra grabbed the man's head and turned it so he could watch. "Please do." She said, smiling. Arvord placed his bare hands on the adventurer's neck and gasped as the energy rushed into him. Tavra drew in close to the one she held against the wall. She could barely tell he was struggling against her.

"You see?" She whispered into his ear "my minions siphon his energies into me as well. Ahh, I feel it now, his strength adding to mine. The feeling is quite... well it's quite remarkable. Would you like to feel it?"

"Let me go! I'll do anything!" he pleaded, tears of fear and frustration forming in his eyes.

"But you have nothing that I want, except for your life force, which I'm draining from you... slowly."

"No!" he screamed.

"Yeeessss. I think I'll enjoy this a while."

Arvord twisted slightly so he could reach the unconscious one Tavra had thrown earlier, grasping his hand, he groaned loudly as the energies of both men flowed through him. Tavra inhaled quickly at the rush of more energy. "Ohh!" she closed her eyes briefly and smiled. "Sometimes I think I do it for the feeling alone. Three at once is... ahhh... yes!" she said loudly, accelerating her intake of energy in order to further heighten the pleasure.

Soon the three were empty. She dropped her victim to the floor and ran her hands down her sides.

"Thank you, Arvord. That was exquisite. It's rare for me to get three at once like that."

"Thank YOU for the opportunity." The Baron panted as he rose to his feet, recovering from the rush of pleasure. "What of the beast?" he motioned to the giant worm before them.

"Beasts don't have the right kind of energy, Ahgran. For whatever reason, it's more efficient to drain humans." She wandered over to the worm, still addressing him. "I could drain a cow, but I would probably have to drain several of them to equal one human, and it doesn't feel quite the same." She placed a hand on the great worm and took in its energy. Ahgran rummaged through the packs of the fallen men, finding nothing of note. He gathered what food they had into one pack and slung it over his shoulder.

Tavra sighed lightly as she moved away from the lifeless worm. "Disappointing, but better than nothing. Shall we press on?"

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The two wandered for hours, finding many remains of previous contestants and odd creatures. There was little light, but Arvord noticed that he could see some distance anyways. He made it a point to let his mistress lead so that he could watch her at all times. Partly to make sure she was safe and partly so he could marvel at the way she moved as she glided through the cold stone hallways. Tavra stopped every so often to see if she could sense a gathering of life force like the demon had mentioned. There was no such sensation though. Ahgran finally broke the silence.

"Is there some reason we're still walking?"

She turned and smiled at him. Time stood still for a moment. She had the kind of beauty which could awe people with a glance and stun them with a smile. Beauty which he didn't know could exist, which was so like a dream that he was afraid if he touched her she would somehow fade from this world. At the same time she was lust incarnate. He wanted to leap upon her and ravage her, to penetrate deep within her, hear her howls of pleasure mix with his, see her face strain as she climaxed again and again.

"Still questioning me. I have chosen my followers well."

"Forgive me for doubting you, it's just that the demon said he would find us later tonight and lead us to the stone. We could be going in a wrong direction and have to double-back."

"Very well, we will wait here and rest, if you need it." She sat against a wall with one knee propped up. The Baron couldn't help but stare at her hairless pussy as he sat with his back to the opposing wall. He didn't notice until now that her entire body appeared to be hairless, save for her head.

"I... don't need rest. I think your power took care of that."

"You're quite perceptive, Baron." she smiled brightly as she brushed some of her long hair behind her shoulder. "With as much power as I've given you, you probably won't ever need to sleep again, or possibly eat."

"And I am grateful. But I have to wonder... what will you do when you become a goddess?"

"That all depends on what defines a goddess." she shrugged.

"Ah, what I mean is, what's it for? You can already create worshippers, you have strength and speed beyond reason. What else do you want?"

"To see how powerful I can become. To see if there's a limit. To see what it's like to wield as much power as I can. I never imagined I'd ever have this sort of power, and each time I think that, I grow even stronger. I suppose it's true that power corrupts." she smiled with the last statement. Ahgran nodded in thought during her pause. Her eyes grew wide and hungry as she continued. "And the feeling! Oh, Ahgran, life force flowing into my body," she shivered and rolled her eyes "the pleasure! If that's what it feels like to be a goddess, then that alone is why I want to become one."

"Yes," he smiled "I've felt that." There was a pause as the two looked at each other, Ahgran with lustful eyes and Tavra with a wry, knowing grin.

"Do you think it feels better than sex?" he asked.

"Different. Similar feelings, but different contexts. It's amazing how the situation colors the experience. But why have only one at a time when you can have both?"

"I don't believe I've had that... pleasure yet." He looked away briefly.

"Oh but you have. Remember our night in your tower?" she gave him a haughty look.

"It was so short, but I can never forget that, Tavra." He signed, his eyes once again wandering to her privates.

"I know you still want me, Baron. It's the way of things. My power insures your loyalty and love for me, or your lust at the very least."

"And your cruelty insures that I will not have what I want." He muttered, turning away.

"Oh, Baron. What a mean thing to say." She pouted playfully. "Perhaps when this is all over I'll reward you properly." Ahgran's mind lit up. All manner of positions and possibilities flashed through his mind. Tavra could see some of what he was thinking and grinned again. She was about to comment when she heard something on the wall above.

Glancing upwards, she saw a massive muscular creature falling towards her, huge fists held outward. Another exactly like it had just leapt off the wall as well. Neither of them had any life force she could sense. She paused to examine them a moment before rolling over and leaping out of the way.

"I didn't hear them approach... Constructs of some sort?" she wondered "No, there's something... other-worldly about them. Demons perhaps?"

The first one landed on hands and knees and re-oriented itself to face her. She noticed they smelled of feces but had no orifices from which to produce it. Also curiously lacking was a heartbeat - the only sounds they made were a wet squish as they landed.

While the other was in the process of landing, the first reared back and leapt at her. It moved with great speed, faster than anything she'd ever seen, but she was still far faster. Its leap was low and precise, aimed so that it would be difficult for her to duck underneath it. Instead she jumped and ricocheted herself off of a wall so that it passed underneath her. Just before landing on the floor again she reached behind and was able to catch the creature by its foot. Swinging it over her head with all her might, she brought it crashing to the floor with a loud, wet thud. She expected to hear the sound of bones breaking, but got no such satisfaction. Instead she was slightly horrified to see it getting to its feet again, wholly un-phased by the force of her throw.

As the first was getting up, the second creature landed and leapt at her with its arms extended. She sprung into the air, going slightly backwards, and kicked hard at its head. Her foot landed with great force upon its chin, but instead of finding a jawbone, its thick, leathery skin broke open. Opaque, black oil mixed with some sort of worms spewed out of its shattered head, coating her foot as it continued its path. Tavra furrowed a brow in confusion and disgust, shaking the worms from her foot as the body passed underneath her. The now decapitated creature scrambled to get to its feet as the thick oil and worms poured from its open wound.

Arvord was barely able to keep up with the blur of motion before him, and was just getting to his feet when the spray of oily worms landed in front of him. He rushed the decapitated creature, tackling it and knocking it back to the floor in hopes of draining its energy. The two struggled for a moment, and Ahgran quickly found that not only did it have no energy, it was larger and stronger than him. It threw him off and into a wall, where he bounced painfully and landed on his back.

Tavra landed and leaned to the side, dodging a blow from the first creature. In response she pulled back her fist and punched hard, putting her fist through its massive arm. Black oil and worms erupted from the other side, along with her fist, which she quickly withdrew and shook to get the oil off. The skin was thick and durable - it would take a very sharp blade or a lot of force to puncture it, and she was certain now that they had no bones or anything on the inside other than ooze and worms. The oil itself was unremarkable save that it smelled of dead bodies. The worms writhed about, but she sensed no actual life energy in them.

It brought the wounded arm around wide, trying to backhand her, but she was too fast and ducked underneath, punching through its thigh in the same motion. This time instead of pulling her fist straight out, she gripped the wounded skin and ripped it away, tearing a large chunk out of its leg. More of its insides poured out as the beast began to topple to one side. As it fell it grasped at her, but she easily slid out of the way, whipping her long hair around and turning to grin at her handiwork.

The headless one got to its feet and charged her. Ahgran sat up just in time to see Tavra duck to the side as it passed. She turned and with a short hop grabbed the open wound where its head once was. Bringing her feet up onto its back, she pulled and leapt off of the beast, ripping the skin off of its back and sending it careening forward. Ahgran watched her flip through the air and land with her feet just beside his head. He stared up at her, unable to see her face past her massive breasts. His eyes shifted to the prize he wanted - her pussy.

Tavra put her hands on her hips and watch the two creatures deflate rapidly, their insides pouring out slowly as they clawed their way towards her, neither able to stand with all the damage she'd done. It was like watching a waterskin empty - their thick flesh was merely a bag for the goo and worms inside.

"Well that was different." She said, bending over to help Ahgran up. He regained his composure as he stood.

"I don't know, but something about them seems oddly... familiar... Like from a tall tale I'd heard somewhere, about beasts made of worms and black blood." He shook his head. "I wish I could remember more."

"Hm." Tavra smirked, looking at the remains again. "We should perhaps move away - I'm not fond of their smell."

After walking a short while, they rounded a corner to find Th'ula Stiv standing right in front of them smiling happily. Tavra was a bit confused because she didn't sense his lifeforce until she saw him there.

"Ah, there you are! Now then, shall we proceed on to the Stone?" He smiled and motioned, his black eyes making him hard to read. Tavra nodded and he turned and began walking. "I do apologize for the delay. You see, I can only travel at night, and I didn't want the mage to see me entering the maze."

"Why is that, demon?" Arvord asked.

"Well, primarily because, as you said, I am a demon, and if a mage were to see me wandering free about the lands, I'm sure they would try to do something about it. And while I am very hard to kill, I am not completely invulnerable. The magics of most mages would simply annoy me or make me sting a little, but combined, a few mages could quite easily destroy me. Shall we go then?"

Tavra nodded and the demon started leading them.

"I couldn't sense the energies in the Stone you mentioned. It must be quite far off." She said.

"Actually, what we are looking for is a magical doorway to the stone. The area where the stone is held is far beneath the earth here. One of the Guardians will likely be with the Stone, perhaps more. You should be prepared for anything."

"What are they capable of?" Tavra asked.

"Quite a lot. They did defeat us when we invaded. Remember that. Would you mind putting a hole in this wall?" He asked, turning and pointing at the wall beside them. Tavra looked at the wall and nodded. She reeled back her fist and in a quick motion punched the wall. Ahgran took a few steps back as chips of rock came flying out. Tavra smiled at the sound echoing throughout the dark maze. The wall had a large chunk taken-out of it now. Tavra raised both her fists behind her head and pounded the wall again, this time sending a large chunk to the floor, which she nimbly stepped around. Picking the fallen stone up with one hand, she turned and tossed it down the hall with ease. Ahgran marveled at the grace and strength with which she sent the block of stone sailing high into the darkness. They all listened for a moment to hear it fall to the ground, and after a few seconds, hear it hit another wall, and then fall to the ground below. Tavra smiled and looked down at her hands with wide eyes, impressed with how her own power had grown.

Turning back to the wall before her, Tavra unleashed a torrent of blows upon the hole she was making. The wall was quite thick, but after a few minutes of such punishment, she had a space large enough to crawl through. Digging her fingers into the stone, she ripped away more chunks, widening the hole so that the others could follow. Ahgran stared at her lithe body as she climbed through, following almost immediately after her. The demon started to climb through, but seemed to be having difficulty. Tavra reached in and took hold of his arms, pulling him out quickly, but with care.

"Ah, thank you, my dear." he said, standing and brushing the dust from his robe. "The mages like to make people think that there is a way to their stone, and if it hadn't been for that hole, there would not be." He smiled.

"How much further, demon?" Ahgran asked.

"Oh, perhaps a little over a day's travel. Then we shall find the portal to the chamber of Shal-Ur. From there, I'd say it would take your mistress roughly a day to drain the stone of its energies,"

"A whole day?" Tavra's eyes widened at the possibility of there being such power.

"Why, yes, there are thousands of demons imprisoned in it, perhaps even millions. It will take you some time, my dear."

Tavra's lust for power flared within her. Her desire for energy was insatiable at hearing how much there would be for her.

"Well let's press-on then!" she said, somewhat excited.

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The three of them travelled for what seemed like endless hours in the dark and foreboding labyrinth. The sounds of screams and the roars of strange creatures could be heard in the distance, but they didn't so much as slowed their pace at the grisly noises, for they suspected that Tavra would be more than a match for whatever creatures they happened upon. Finally they reached a four-way juncture and the demon stopped and turned to them.

"Here it is." he said, smiling and motioning to the juncture. Tavra and Ahgran looked into the hall past their guide, only to see nothing but more passageway.

"There's nothing there." Ahgran said, confused.

"Yes, that's a clever disguise, isn't it? It was made that way so that those who looked down one of these hallways wouldn't see anything. Cunning, no?"

"What are we waiting for then?" Tavra asked, impatiently.

"I wanted to warn you. IF there is a Guardian in there, then you are in for a difficult fight. If there is more than one, we should perhaps think of retreat. Do not attempt to speak with it, or them, for they will likely just attack, with ranged spells and abilities if possible."

Tavra nodded and looked towards the intersection again, preparing herself for whatever may lay ahead. The demon stepped aside and motioned her in, smiling. She took a few steps forward and found herself in a great hall. The walls were rough rock, as if the room were carved out of the living stone itself. Several large columns remained, holding up the ceiling, which towered above her. The center of the room held a giant gem whose red glow lit the room. Tavra gasped at its size - it was large enough to be a boulder, and she could sense more energy within it than she'd ever felt in one place. She scanned the area for sound and movement, but there was nothing. She felt Arvord's hand on her bare hip and looked sideways to see him behind her.

"My mistress, we have arrived." He smiled.

Th'ula Stiv moved past them and scurried to what looked like two puddles on the floor. Tavra and Arvord followed. As they got closer, they saw the demon kneeling by two smoking puddles of black, oily fluid. He looked up at them, a hideous glee in his hollow eyes

"They're gone." he said.

"Who's gone?" Tavra demanded.

"The Guardian, or rather Guardians which I thought would stand in our way." He rose and looked her in the eye.

"What happened?" Tavra was somewhat uneasy at the thought of something that could slay a being as powerful as the demon had described the Guardians.

"I don't know. It looks like they fought each other though. They killed each other. I don't know why, or when, but... they're gone." he turned towards the stone. "Your path is clear now, Tavra, and mine... shall be clear as soon as you drain the Stone."

Tavra looked towards the stone, once again feeling the immense amount of energy within. She took a few steps forward, slowly, analyzing the lifeforce before her. There was something unwholesome about the energy within, but there was more of it here than she'd ever seen - while Jynn's masters had quite a lot of power, including some of a god's power, even what she gained from them was dwarfed in comparison to this.

"When you take energy from the stone, be prepared - the life essence of a demon is unlike any other life essence." Th'ula Stiv called out to her. She looked so focused on the Stone that he wasn't sure she heard him. He moved forward a few steps, catching up to her. She had stopped several feet before it and was still examining the energy gathered before her.

"Let me know when you are ready to-" Th'ula Stiv didn't finish speaking before she commanded the energies of the Stone to feed into her. A thin line of red mist made its way to Tavra, and she gasped at the feeling of it entering her. The sensation was pleasurable, as always, but there was a slight sting to it as well. She put her hands on the insides of her thighs and thrust her pelvis out a little, gasping as she increased the draining a little more. Ahgran watched the thin line grow in size slightly.

"How does it feel, mistress?" he asked.

"It... stings a little. Ungh. But it... feels good too." she replied, wincing at the mix of pain and pleasure.

"Yeeesss. As I said, demonic energy is quite unique, is it not? Feel the power, Tavra - drink it in! Invite it into you! Take it all!" the demon tempted. Tavra did as he asked, as she had been wanting to, and commanded as much energy as she could to flow into her. The stream of lifeforce coming from the stone grew radically in size. She called out and shut her eyes tight, arching her back and putting her hands on her hips.

Ahgran watched in awe and lust as his mistress squirmed with delight. He could feel her power growing as well - their connection was close. He began to hear strange noises and glanced at the demon, who was also intently watching Tavra. Quickly looking about the room, he determined that the sounds were coming from the stone, and sounded much like warped screams of some sort.

"What is that?" he yelled over the twisted howls.

"It is the sound of my brethren, knowing their energies are draining away, and knowing they can do nothing about it." the Th'ula Stiv yelled back, smiling, his attention still focused on Tavra. Ahgran wondered how such a being could betray his own race, and then wondered if he himself was somehow doing the same thing. It didn't matter though - soon she would be a god and the only loyalty of real importance was to her.

Her groans and whimpers echoed through the hall. The pain was incredible, but so was the pleasure. She could feel her strength growing, and knew that it would be worth a little pain in the end. She opened her eyes briefly and looked down at the line of energy feeding into her.

"More" she commanded with her mind, and the line grew thicker, transferring more energy than ever before. The pleasure and pain grew, and she yelped loudly as she felt the increase. She stood there, legs spread, hands on her hourglass hips, looking down at the stream of demonic power adding to hers, throwing her head back and groaning in pleasure and pain every so often.

Tavra looked down at the line entering her. "More" she commanded again, and again, the line grew thicker, darker reddish. She threw her head back and gasped, groaning loudly at the torrent of energy filling her. The line was more of a cone now, with energy being drawn into her from all over the stone. Th'ula Stiv looked on in awe

"Incredible!" he said "I didn't think she could take that much at one time!"

The three of them were there for hours, perhaps days. Th'ula Stiv and Arvord both watched Tavra with different types of wonderment on their faces. She spent much of the time with her head thrown back, eyes shut tightly, hands on her hips, grunting and moaning as the life forces of tens of thousands of demons flowed into her and joined with her energies. Her body began to glow with a pinkish-white aura, though at first it was hard to see in the light coming from the stone.

"She's starting to glow!" Arvord yelled over the demonic screams.

"Yes!" the demon replied, smiling, still focused on her. "It's the life forces of a thousand armies of demons filling her. Once her body claims the energy as her own, it will go away, but she is taking... so much at one time that she cannot convert it all into her own energy."

The two watched as the glow grew brighter, and the stone's glow grew dimmer. Though it took a long time, the cacophony of screams began to subside. At last the stone wasn't glowing at all, and Tavra's body was the source of illumination in the room. As the last of the stone's energy was sucked into Tavra, it slowly began to turn to ash, falling to the floor in small pieces.

There were a few moments of quiet stillness, with the only sound being Tavra's heavy panting. "THAT WAS MAGNIFICENT!!!!" she yelled, her voice echoing through the hall. "OH..... OH THE POWER.....THE POWER RUSHING THROUGH ME!!!" she held her arms out in front of her and clenched her fists tight, looking down at herself. "I FEEL LIKE A GOD!!!" she roared between heavy breaths. Her body was alive with power - she felt strong enough to do anything.

Ahgran wondered at this, as when he was draining someone, he found he felt akin to a god as well. He could only imagine what Tavra was feeling.

"Gooood." Th'ula Stiv smiled. "Now that that's done... I would like you to proceed north to the town of Ekdrast, and drain everyone there." The demon held out a clawed hand, as if to command her. Tavra felt suddenly compelled to obey his commands. Ahgran merely looked-on in confusion. "Then, after you drain everyone there, raze the town. Leave no building, no wall standing, and then proceed to the nearby fortress and harvest the energies of everyone there as well. With a town like Ekdrast and its nearby border fortress empty of people, Akeryn will think it an attack and begin a war against Ghugal. After you drain everyone at Fortress Schroen, you will proceed to the Prime Tower in the mage's capital, where you will find me and await my orders. Drain everyone you meet along the way - I want to show my old enemies your power, which is now MY power." He smiled.

"What are you doing, demon?" Arvord growled.

"Simple." the demon chuckled "your mistress took-in a lot of demonic energy, and with that much demonic energy within her, she is like a demon to me - easy to command. Oh, and I intend to command her... to ruin this world, starting with those who helped drive us from it so long ago!" Th'ula Stiv became suddenly angry. "Now..." He closed his eyes a moment and both Ahgran and Tavra felt the area around them change. They were out in fresh air somewhere, outside, at night. Tavra immediately turned to her left and began walking in that direction at a quick pace.

"Release her, demon!" Arvord screamed, taking a step towards his new adversary.

"Careful, you wouldn't want me to have to kill you, now would you?" He smiled again. "You can still serve her, it's just that now she serves me. Don't worry though, I have plans for you as well."

Ahgran sneered and thought of how his situation had gone from bad to worse.

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He couldn't help marveling at Wyntaa's lustrous hair as he escorted her through the halls. Moving his view down her back, he stared at the way her hips swayed as her tiny form moved through the halls, clad only in a blanket. He wanted her so badly he could taste it, and his lust only grew with every step.

"We should... rest. In here. Would you like to rest?" he said, stopping. She turned and looked at him with her beautiful blue eyes and an innocence that begged to be defiled. He moved to a nearby closet and opened the door, motioning for her to enter. She complied eagerly, with a bright smile on her face as if he were inviting her into his own home. Closing the door, he spun and embraced her tightly.

"You are the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes upon. From the moment I saw you I knew I had to have you." There was a ring of honesty to his voice, because he was being honest. While the life of a soldier hadn't afforded him many travels, in what few he'd had there was nothing lovelier than her. He pulled back and looked deep into her blue eyes. She was still smiling up at him when she dropped her blanket, revealing to him her perfect naked form. He gasped and knelt to suckle at her nipples. She threw her head back and closed her eyes.

He fumbled with his armor for some time as his mouth remained latched upon her breasts. Finally he was down to only his over shirt, which was enough for him. Lifting her into the air, he set her down upon a crate and pulled her forward enough to insert himself into her. He stopped, mouth agape when he found she was still a virgin. She reached to his hips and pulled him in closer, and he complied by thrusting through her hymen.

Inside he met with warm and moist ecstasy, finding it easier than normal for him to slide in and out. He looked down to see his flesh rod covered in slime and blood. She grimaced and moaned, though he couldn't tell if she was in pain or pleasure. The sight and thought of her feeling pain at his penetration turned him on, and he grabbed her hips and thrust harder and faster. She put her hands on his shoulders and rested her head on him, looking down at his girth spreading her, the flesh meeting flesh, plunging deep inside of her small form.

The first feelings that his climax was nearing came to him quickly, and his fingers tightened around her tiny waist in response. A pre-emptive gurgle erupted from his mouth and his eyes grew wide as if to take in more of her beauty. He inhaled sharply and came. Relief and ecstasy washed over him as he spasmed his seed into her, cursing under his breath.

She seemed to climax as well, throwing her head back, eyes closed, mouth agape. The sight of this only heightened the pleasure, and he gripped her hips more tightly, thrusting as hard as he could. He felt the weakness which came with the orgasm as it began to subside. She looked like she was still in the midst of her own climax, so he continued trying to please her, but he was growing weaker. Soon he came to rest his head on her shoulder, wondering how she was still cumming.

His strength left rapidly. He sunk backwards onto his knees, carrying her with him as he rested his back against another crate. The world faded away to blackness.

Every time she absorbed enough energy to actually feel her own abilities growing, the twins would recall her and siphon away what she'd harvested, leaving her the same as before. Each time she heard their call she would happily obey, eager to see them again, to experience their flesh once again. Each time she could feel their power growing, and it pleased her to know she served them so well, bringing them pleasure and power at the same time. She could still hear them calling to her now, still promising that one day a great and godlike being would return to the world and grant her true ecstasy.

It had been several weeks since the Masters had ordered her to drain someone. Wytnaa had been watching targets in Elezan when she was suddenly called on to engage Tavra in an attempt to save Jynn's Masters. The Masters knew now that they'd vastly underestimated Tavra's strength, and it had cost them dearly. She could still hear them calling to her, trying desperately to regain control. Part of her still wanted to serve them, to please them, to make them into gods. But that part was drowned out by the part that wanted to serve Tavra now.

Tavra wanted her to become more powerful - much more powerful. While her sisters had speed and strength to match even the greatest of human warriors, originally her own prowess did not even equal theirs. Even her ability to incite lust in others was generally weaker and required that she make eye contact. In all of her thousands of years of existence she'd never felt such power flowing through her, not like now. Now she could easily match her sisters, probably even best them.

The energy also made her more aware of the world around her and how she was connected to Tavra and to the Masters. It opened an understanding that she'd never experienced, and for the first time she saw how the twins were only using her, and that regardless of whether their promises to her were true or not, she was little more to them than a pack animal to a trader, bringing them energy while they were safely hidden away. With them her powers would only grow a little bit for a short time before she was drained to her original levels by the masters. She'd never really wanted more though, until now.

The twins had always sent her after one or two targets at a time, and even then only one every few days at most. Tavra had sent her after an entire outpost full of life force for the taking. The pleasure she'd felt absorbing it was staggering. When she would transfer energy to the twins, they would bring her to climaxes which were magnificent beyond words. Her targets would also sometimes bring her to a climax, but never the same levels as the twins. The energy absorption felt better than the sex in most cases, and she relished the feeling of their power flowing into her. Today she'd felt that many, many times over. While each individual instance didn't compare to a day with the twins, her flesh was in ecstasy of some form or another almost constantly with all the men she drained.

Yes, she had decided that Tavra was indeed the being the twins had promised, though perhaps the irony was that she was not the one they had planned on it being.

A week ago soldiers had found her wandering the nearby woods, naked. She looked so young, innocent, and beautiful beyond compare that the men in the military outpost immediately took her in. Though she didn't say a word, they all assumed her to be the last survivor of some attacked caravan, or perhaps a traveler of some sort, assailed by brigands and stripped bare. Her beauty and innocence were so disarming that the soldiers were eager to believe anything as long as they could convince themselves that she was vulnerable and available.

The patrol captain was the first to take her aside privately in hopes of having his way with her. She gave him what he wanted, and then took his energy, leaving his body in the woods. Two more men on the patrol fell to her before they'd even made it back to the outpost. Day and night they would come to her, most saying anything, even foolish things, trying to win her over with words of how they hadn't ever seen a woman of her beauty, others simply falling upon her as best they could.

Her power was not only in the innocent look about her, but a supernatural aura - a presence of purity. All who saw her wanted to either shelter her or defile her carnally, and those who sought to protect her eventually fell to their own lust for her stunning comeliness. While her sisters had more direct and forceful powers with which to lure and drain their prey, hers were the most passive. Wytnaa had little active part in deciding which men wanted her, or when. In the past when the Masters would order her to target someone specific she would merely put herself in that man's presence for long enough or often enough and eventually they would succumb to their own desire.

Though the soldiers kept finding dead bodies, none of them could bring themselves to even suspect her - an extension of her power which she enjoyed, albeit indirectly. They blamed an unseen assassin at first, then some sort of plague later, for subconsciously they thought her too innocent to even think she was responsible.

As the commanders abused their positions in order to allow themselves time alone with her, they were among the first to fall. Now no one knew what to do, so the rest just stayed and continued dying, feeding her power. A handful had made plans to flee south at the next sunrise, but she harvested their energies that night.

There must have been hundreds, perhaps thousands of soldiers and laborers in the outpost, and now almost all of them had succumbed to her charms. One by one they would come to her and make their intentions known. Finding some private area, they would both disrobe and he would eagerly penetrate her, some of them would stop to comment on the fact that she was still a virgin, but most would simply thrust away in their eagerness to cum. While losing her virginity each time was slightly painful, she had grown accustomed to the pain mixed with pleasure and even relished it in some way.

With her extremely small size even the most average of men would penetrate into her quite deeply. Some would grab at her breasts or finger her pussy to increase their idea of defiling something so pure. She enjoyed those the most because with them she often had more than one orgasm before they were spent. Inevitably they would cum as well, and she would will their energies to leave them through their seed, which she would absorb into herself. The ecstasy she would feel was beyond words - energy surging into and through her, strengthening her, making her whole being feel more alive. Long ago she'd learned that life force absorbed through the pussy or tongue always felt far more intense and pleasurable than any other simple skin contact.

Afterwards she could feel her hymen regenerating itself in seconds, and the blood and cum would vanish in moments, leaving her the same as she was before, only ever so slightly more powerful. She would push the lifeless corpse off of her, clad herself in a blanket, and wander the halls again until she found another man to seduce. Now that most of the inhabitants were dead she had to use her ability to sense nearby life forces and conveniently run into them.

Wytnaa had decided the time for subtlety was over. She could only sense a handful of men remaining, and most of them were spread out and isolated from each other. Now it was time to test her new power, to revel in it. She shed her blanket and sped through the halls, leaping over dead bodies and debris until she came to a closet where one of the men was hidden.

The Innocent One paused as she sized-up the wooden door, trying to determine if she could break through it. She drew her fist back and punched at the door, throwing what little weight she had behind the blow. To her surprise, her fist went straight through the door, creating a small hole. She smiled at this, knowing that such feats would have been impossible for her before. Pulling her hand out, she kicked at the door, breaking away a portion at the bottom and sending a few splinters flying. Another blow nearer to the hinges caused the lower half to crack all the way across. She was able to grip it and rip it away, tossing it down the hall. Crouching, she scampered in to find a terrified young stable hand, armed with a short blade. She easily dodged his stab as she approached - he found her too pure and beautiful to make anything more than a half-hearted attempt to defend himself. With an inviting, eager smile she grasped both of his wrists, squeezing his sword hand until he dropped the blade. His energy flowed into her and her eyes rolled up drowsily. He struggled against her but she was far too strong, and his strength faded rapidly. Within moments he was another lifeless husk. Wytnaa stood and smiled down at him.

Down the hall she heard a door open and someone in armor step out. The door bashing had been rather loud, but the attention saved her the trouble of finding her next victim. The sentry spotted her small form and smiling face moving at him at incredible speeds, and before he could react, she had moved past him. Before he could turn to see where she'd went, he felt her small hands on his back, hurling him face first into the wall. There she held him with one hand while with the other she reached up and grasped the bare skin of his neck. Her eyes fluttered as his lifeforce poured into her. Stunned by the impact and the suddenness of it all, before he could understand what had just happened, he was already too weak to even struggle. She sighed and trembled as the last of his power became hers. Dropping the body to the ground, she ran her hands down her sides, aroused by her newfound power.

"By the gods!" a voice came from down the hall where she'd previously been. A page was peeking out around the corner, eyes wide in shock. She only caught a glimpse of him before he turned and ran. Wytnaa sprinted after him, catching up and passing him with ease. She stopped and turned towards him, crouching a little and holding her hands out as if to stop him from passing. Horrified and confused, he stopped as well and looked into her eyes.

The fear was still written on his face as she crept up to him, holding him paralyzed in her smiling gaze. He could only whimper and look on in terror as she came closer, eventually kneeling before him and undoing his pants.

Holding his gaze, she smiled up at him as she pulled his cock from his pants. Despite her power of innocence he could see the malice in her eyes - she was obviously very pleased that he couldn't resist her, and he wasn't sure that he'd want to even if he could. With a smile she licked up and down the length of his rod before taking it into her warm, moist mouth.

The young man's expression of horror melted away into one of surprised pleasure. His mouth was still agape, but he was less tense. Pulling it from her mouth, she glided her lips and tongue along the underside. She could tell he was already close to climax by the way he groaned and quivered, so she opened her mouth wide and rested the head of his penis on her tongue, working the shaft with both hands and smiling up at him as she continued to hold his gaze.

With a groan he spurt a shot of cum onto her tongue, and though it was rich with his life energy, she chose not to absorb it just yet. Another strand of his seed came with a gasp. The fatigue showed in his eyes, though her powerful gaze would not allow him to look away. The anticipation built within her, and with his next burst his knees began to buckle. Finally she could hold back no longer. She drew in the energy from the cum in her mouth, her eyes rolling up in her head as she swam in ecstasy. Her gaze broken, he was finally able to act, but was too enraptured to do anything but watch as he grew weaker. Another pulse of his cock brought more warm and salty cum, full of his life force. He leaned to one side and began to collapse. Still in the throes of pleasure, she followed his descent down to the floor, her hands now greedily grasping at his flesh as they drank in what was left of his energy.

Wytnaa's senses were overcome with the living energy she was absorbing. It was only through instinct that she maintained skin contact as the young man fell to the cold stone floor. His seed dripped from her open mouth in a long line of drool, pooling on her thigh before running off.

When all of his life force had become hers she looked around, still panting. The call of the Masters was distant now, but she could still hear them. They wanted her to come to them and deliver to them her power, all that power she'd gained at the fort and what was given to her by Tavra. It was easier to resist them now, but part of her still wanted to obey, to see them and experience their flesh again. It felt so good to have them both inside of her, if she could only experience that one last time.

The End

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