Tales of Dylak-Leem - Chapter 5

Chapter 5 - Shrine of the Snake God

Lanthel dimly heard the cocks crowing, their distant call drifting into the bedroom over the sound of her pants and sobs. It made her suspect the long night was almost over.

Her slender arms were bound behind her naked back with silver cuffs that were trimmed with fur. Her small breasts were connected by two clamps and a silver chain, and she bounced up and down astride broad hips. As she rode, the two scarred green-brown hands squeezed her thighs.

Lanthel yelped in pain. "Oh gods, no more!" she sobbed. "Please, just let me go! Don't spill your filthy seed in me!"

Her captor merely pumped their hips harder, "I'm going to fuck you until I cum, and then I'm going to chain you to the bed and get your sister! And then I'm going to fuck her in front of you!"

Lanthel's cries rose in volume. "You AHHHHH wouldn't, you savage!"

"And while I'm fucking her, I'll get my orc wolf to fuck you from behind, and your sister will watch you as I do her... over and over..."

With a shriek, Lanthel threw back her head and climaxed, gibbering and sobbing. Her lithe frame shuddered as she rode the orgasm, deliciously impaled. Then, suddenly, as her climax had nearly faded, her captor gave a sudden roar and flipped them both over, sending Lanthel tumbling onto the bed with a squawk of alarm. A mountain of green-brown flesh and muscle descended on her, slamming her down into the mattress.

"Be careful! I'm AAGGHHH-" The air was driven from her lungs.

Her captor was on top, crushing her, and driving between her legs with painful force. She began to panic, feeling her ribs creak a bit, realizing how completely helpless she was with her arms bound and unable to even draw in enough air to scream. Little black spots danced in front of her eyes. Then, with a howl, her captor reared back.

Lanthel let out a long shuddering gasp composed of equal parts passion, terror, and need for oxygen. Air flooded back into her lungs and then a mouth sporting huge, sharp lower-jaw fangs dipped down to roughly kiss her. A tongue forced its way into her mouth, and she twined her own small one against it, sucking.

Her lover's huge form rolled off her, and for several seconds Lanthel just lay there, chest heaving, coughing a little.

"Doesn't it hurt when we do it like this?"

"If it doesn't hurt a little, it isn't nearly as fun," the blonde elf replied. Then she glared at her lover. "You scared me to death, at the end! I thought you were going to crush me flat, you fucking half-breed!"

"And you loved it, right?" Egrid said knowingly.

"Oh gods yes. It made me so hot I nearly orgasmed again right there. I love it when you really show how fucking strong you are, like an ox, and I can't do a thing to stop you." She shivered with delight. "I'm going to be sore today, but it was worth it. The only thing better would have been if you'd let me use the whip."

Egrid chuckled, removing the rune-carved strap-on from her crotch. "Lanthel, love, you know I'm happy to indulge you in your perverted little ways. If you want me to take you hard and rough, that's fun. If you want me to talk dirty about your sister to you, I can do that too; gods know I have a lot of material. If you want me to talk about Tesaiel watching while a wolf fucks you... which I thought was inspired on my part..."

"Oh gods, wouldn't that be just horrible?" Lanthel giggled, her legs crossing and uncrossing.

"...then I can do that too. But I draw the line at being whipped, chained, or restrained. That's not MY kink and I've had it happen for realsies one too many times to enjoy it."

"YOUR enjoyment isn't the point," Lanthel whined. "We're talking about MY enjoyment. I want to have an orc slave. A very bad, brutal, savage orc slave who needs a thorough whipping."

"Keep dreaming." Egrid shook her head. "Besides, slaves don't get to own slaves."

The elf pouted. "It's not nice for you to keep rubbing that in my face."

"Oh? You want me to rub something in your face?"

"Are... are you going to force me... to eat you out?" Lanthel gasped, seemingly shocked. "I couldn't possibly!" She licked her lips.

"Tempting, but the roosters are sounding off outside. I really have to get going or I'm going to be late for work."

"You and your work. Hired thug to a criminal." Lanthel sniffed. "I can't believe I've let such street trash deflower me."

"Over and over again."

"Over and over again," Lanthel grinned.

She wiggled over and kissed Egrid forcefully, which the half-orc returned, bringing up one massive hand to stroke her hair. They broke the kiss eventually.

The elf asked, "When can you spend the night again?"

"I don't know. Depends on my schedule. I can't really do it before a big day, because gods knows I don't get any sleep." Egrid stifled a yawn. "You wear a girl out over the course of the night."

"That goes both ways," Lanthel said, tittering. "I'm going to go right to sleep when you leave and dream of whipping you until you bleed. And then, enraged, you break free of your bonds and tear off my clothing and bend me over a barrel and ravish me until I pass out."

"Wow. I usually just dream I've shown up at inspection and forgot to clean my kit."

"That's because you aren't as clever as I am," the elf said smugly.

"So... if I forget to take the shackles off before I go... that'll be because I'm stupid, right?"

"Egrid! That's not a nice joke."

"Am I joking? All these insults, leaving you shackled sounds like it might be fun. You could explain to the neighbors how you got like this..."

Lanthel looked alarmed. "Oh, don't be like that, Egrid.... don't scare me like that..."

"Maybe I should ask for something in exchange for letting you go." Egrid sat up and climbed out of bed, standing naked on the floor of Tesaiel's old bedroom. "Get up."

Nervously, Lanthel awkwardly flopped around until she could sit up and stand. "Why don't you let me out of the cuffs now?"

"Come over here and get on your knees in front of me."

Swallowing, the blond elf did. Craning her head up, she found herself staring right into the thicket of tangled black hair surrounding Egrid's engorged pussy.

Egrid bent at the knees slightly, bringing it right up to her face. "Three licks. No more, no less."

Glaring up at the half-orc the entire time, Lanthel leaned forward and did, tasting the half-orc's flowing wetness once, twice, three times.

"Say, 'I'm Egrid's slutty elven slave. She owns my tight little ass.'"

"Why you-"

"Do you want the cuffs off?"

"I'm Egrid's slutty elven slave. She owns my tight little ass." Lanthel then turned around, bent over, and wiggled said rump at Egrid. "It'll be waiting for her next visit."

"That's better." Grinning, Egrid took a key and unlocked the silver cuffs. Not for the first time she marveled at how different the sisters were; Tesaiel would have rather been tortured to death than admit anyone owned her, even in jest. "Enjoy that?"

Lanthel stood and stuck her tongue out. "You're horrible. Would you really have left me like that?"

"Maybe."

The blonde elf gave a delighted shiver. "Are you sure you don't have time for one more before you go?"

"Sorry." Egrid started getting dressed. "I try to be punctual. Bodyguards who are late frequently become bodyguards who are unemployed."

"I suppose it's just as well." Lanthel yawned herself. "You wore me out. As soon as you go I'm going to sleep."

"Wish I could." The half-orc buckled her swordbelt. "Okay. Thanks for an eventful night. I'll be back sometime to let you know how Tes is doing, which'll no doubt lead to other things."

"No doubt." Lanthel gave her a hug around her broad waist. "Be careful beating up people."

"I always am." Egrid kissed the elf on the top of her golden head. "Don't get into any trouble without me."

Lanthel didn't reply to that, and when Egrid had gone, she got in bed and giggled at the thought of it until she fell asleep to dream, as promised, of whipping the half-orc. She planned on getting into a great DEAL of trouble, after she'd slept off her night of wild sex.

---

When Lanthel walked in the door of the Wanton Wench that evening, she was dressed differently from her usual aristocratic style. Tonight she was clad in form-fitting black leather, with a black hooded cloak with a cowl. A wicked silver stiletto was strapped to one arm, and another rested in a boot sheath. She didn't expect to need either, but the tavern was not her usual stomping grounds and while Lanthel was seldom cautious, she was often prepared.

She edged her way through the crowded taproom to a booth in the back. There was another person sitting there, dressed similarly to her in a cloak and black leather, although more functional and less figure-flattering. It was a short, pale female human, lank black hair and haunted black eyes. Lanthel slid in opposite them and smiled. "Trample vipers."

"Before they bite," the human replied. "So you showed. Good. What's your name?"

"Lanthel. Yours?"

"Keo. I'm told the job is tonight, over before daybreak, no violence expected, and will result in valuables to be fenced, of which I get an eighty-percent cut. Is that right?"

"That's correct," the blonde elf said. "Note that while I don't expect violence, I'm not ruling it out. Someone might be loitering where they shouldn't be. Can you handle that?"

"Yes. I have no problem with killing. I'm just not a swordswoman. You expect fighting guards, you need someone else to handle that. But a knife in the neck unexpectedly I can do."

"We shouldn't have to deal with any guards. Do you have any religious sentiments that might keep you from robbing a temple?"

Keo gave a short, bitter laugh. "Fuck the gods. If this temple has money, so much the better."

Lanthel frowned disapprovingly, but seemed to let it go. "We are going to be hitting the Temple of the Third Snake God." She took out several sheafs of parchment and spread them on the table. "This is the floor plan. We're going to go in through the walled garden in back, wearing cult robes. There's a door lock you'll have to pick. Then we walk through the vestry, pick another lock, go past the Pit of the Nameless Abomination-"

"Does that contain an actual nameless abomination?"

"Yes, but don't worry, it's in a pit."

"What's it called, exactly?"

"Uh, it's nameless. I said."

Keo scowled. "Seems a bit lazy of them. How hard is it to come up with a name?"

"...then we come to the Upper Chapel, where there's a statue of their foul god. It has a gigantic emerald on it."

"How big?"

Lanthel made a motion with her hands, and Keo grunted, impressed. "Okay. Take it that's what we're after?"

"Yes. There may be some people in the vestry. The other rooms should be empty at this hour. I'm got the schedules for their ceremonies right here."

"Hm." Keo looked through the parchments for a time, nodding. "Really did your homework. Good. Been setting this up for a while?"

"Originally the plan was to burn the entire place down, but as that fell through, I'll settle for robbing them and desecrating their temple."

The human woman gave a humorless chuckle. "Got a grudge against this faith?"

"They're an evil group of perverts whose tenets go against my own religion."

"Which is?"

"I follow the Fifth Snake God," Lanthel said proudly.

Keo blinked. "Never heard of a Fifth Snake God."

"We're up and coming," the elf assured her. "We don't intend to be just another snake cult for long. As soon as the heretics in competition with us die horrible screaming deaths, and our slave terms run out, the Fifth Snake God will take its rightful place as King or Queen of Dylak-Leem's deities."

"King or Queen?"

"The Fifth Snake God's gender varies with the day of the week and the phase of the moon, among other things. Sometimes it's both at once."

"Yeah. Okay. I'm getting eighty-percent of that emerald?"

"That's right."

"All hail the Fifth Snake God then, I guess."

Lanthel shot her a disapproving look. "You should think about taking him as your patron. You could come to one of our meetings."

Keo gave her a cynical look. "I'm no good at initiations, and I suspect these cults are all just an excuse for elaborate group sex."

"The group sex is optional. Mostly optional. We'd let you be on top."

"Yeah, no thanks."

"The lack of spiritual faith in modern society is a sign of its decadence," Lanthel said, sighing. "Do you need anything, or are we ready to go?"

"I'm good. Let's get this over with. I have to be... elsewhere... before dawn."

Lanthel studied her new co-conspirator curiously. "You must not get out in the sun much, with that skin."

"You have no idea," the other woman said shortly, and stood. "Let's go."

---

Neither of them attracted much attention as they made their way to the Temple District, keeping to the shadows. Keo was used to moving swiftly and without attracting attention. Lanthel was not, but by emulating what the other woman did she managed a credible sneak when combined with her natural elven grace.

The Temple of the Third Snake God opened onto one of the major thoroughfares in the quarter. They didn't go to the front, though. Instead they left the main road by the temple to Five-Armed Halthek and scurried down an alleyway. This area was given over to residences, mostly occupied by cultists or underpriests who didn't have a room in their respective temples, with a few boarding houses for sacred prostitutes and entrail-diviners. It was shabby, but lacked the sort of desperate poverty Keo knew from her childhood in some of the worst parts of Dylak-Leem. The god business would always pay a little.

They stopped in front of a small house. "This the place?" Keo asked.

"Yes. We need to get to the back garden. There's a wall we can climb over, right here."

"Right." Keo lithely pulled herself up the wall and squatted on it like a vulture, scanning the garden warily. "Any dogs?"

"Not when we cased it last."

"Good. Don't like dogs." Keo hopped down into the yard, and waited. There was some swearing and grunting as Lanthel hauled herself over the wall rather less gracefully, and then the two women slipped to the rear of the garden.

The yard had a little patio of broken blue tile, and beds of herbs lying all around. It was obviously a functional rather than ornamental garden, and Keo bent to examine some of the plants. After a second she grunted. "Whoever lives here probably supplies the oracles and vision-men in the temples. That or its for personal use."

"It's a pity we're busy or I'd take some home," Lanthel said.

"Stuff will rot your brain."

"Oh, nonsense."

Keo padded over to the rear wall, where a trellis twined with roses climbed eight feet into the air. "This where we go over?"

"That's right. The temple garden is just on the other side."

"Hey!" The rear door to the house swung open, and a weedy, stooped man with an unkempt beard and mane of hair came out. "Who are you? What are you doing to my plants?! I'll call the watch if you try to steal from me!"

"Silence him?" Keo inquired flatly.

"I'll take care of it," Lanthel murmured. Smiling, she advanced on the man, palms out. "Dear sir, nothing's wrong. We just wanted to see where you grew your amazing herbs. If you'll step back inside with me, we can work something out that will be pleasant for all of us."

"I've got a knife," the man threatened, sounding a bit unsure.

"Oh, is THAT the huge thing in your pants?" the elf purred.

"Uh, well.... huge, ha ha..."

"Let's go inside. My friend will wait."

Keo did indeed wait, with increasing impatience, for about seven minutes. Finally Lanthel emerged. "Okay. We can continue."

"Did you kill him?"

"No, I sucked him off, after which he lit up some of his stash and fell into a blissful trance. He should be dead to the world for the next few hours."

Keo scowled. "I'd have killed him."

"Good karma, dear Keo, good karma. Also, I wasn't exaggerating; he DID have an uncommonly huge-"

"I don't want the details," Keo said tiredly. "Let's go."

With that, she climbed nimbly up the rose trellis, Lanthel following her somewhat hesitantly. The pale thief scrambled over the top, then lowered herself down the other side by her arms, let go, and dropped the remaining distance. Glancing around, she waited as her companion yelped and swore after grabbing a thorn on her way up.

The garden she now found herself in was ornamental, with hedges and beds of flowers and a low pond of water. Keo noticed movement in it that she at first took to be fish; looking closer, her eyes widened a bit as she realized they were actually water moccasins. There were statues all around, mostly nudes, many obscene. Keo stared at the one nearest her, which showed a young woman getting violated by two pythons, and then shook her head; maybe Lanthel had a point.

The blonde elf tumbled over the wall in a squawking heap, landing hard on her ass. She grumbled as Keo helped her up. "That's the last of the gymnastics I should have to do today."

"I, not we?"

"Someone has to get the gem off the statue, and you're the expert thief." Lanthel dug about in her cloak and pulled out a hooded over-robe of dark green silk. "Robes on, now."

Keo withdrew her own and pulled it on. They studied each other; just two more cultists of the Third Snake God. They nodded in satisfaction.

Lanthel led Keo through the gardens, stopping now and then to admire a statue. The black-haired thief's expression grew more and more disgusted. "Couldn't they have put up statues of anything other than people fucking snakes?"

"This one's of people fucking lizards. And this one has people fucking people while being swallowed by snakes."

"Degenerates," Keo muttered. Lanthel nodded vigorously.

"I think you're starting to get the right attitude, Keo. When this is done, why don't you come along to a meeting of the Fifth Snake God's beginner's cult? You don't have to take your clothes off the first time. Well, I mean, your top of course, but-"

"No."

"Well, think about it anyway."

The main temple building was fast approaching, and Lanthel steered them to a small door set into an alcove in the heavily frescoed wall. "You're going to need to pick this. They keep it locked. I'm afraid I don't know much about the lock other than that it isn't magical at all."

"That's all I need to know." Bending, Keo got out her lockpicks and a small covered lantern and examined the keyhole. It seemed like a simple enough lock on first inspection. There was a mechanism that she suspected was a poison needle trap, but she was pretty sure she could avoid setting it off. And hell, even if she did, what was poison going to do to a vampire, kill her?

Amelie had warned her about putting too much reliance in her new condition. "When you are ancient as I am, you will laugh at all banes save the sun," the elder vampire had said as they lay together in the shared coffin that had come to be Keo's sexual purgatory. "But now, little mouse, you are young and weak, and not come to your full power. You can be destroyed so easily, almost as easily as a mortal, more easily in some ways. You must take care at night. Be as careful as my fingers, which now creep between your legs into your treasure box... scream more, little mouse, for me..."

Keo shuddered violently, forcing her attention back to what she was doing. This job, if successful, should net her a good percentage of the money she was going to use to hire a top-flight wizard to do something about her problem. To ensure she would never have to go back to that cold, dead embrace ever again.

Her fingers flew, deftly manipulating the wire lockpicks, black eyes intent on the keyhole. There was a slight click, and she paused for a second, calculating. Then she gave the tools a twist and fiddled with them some more. The welcome sound of tumblers falling into place came from the keyhole, and with a final twist of the lockpicks the door unlocked.

"Nicely done," Lanthel murmured. "You have clever hands. I think you would make a fine pianist or harpist."

"Don't care for music," Keo replied shortly. "Waste of time." Carefully, she eased the door open.

The vestry inside was a dark, cavernous hall held up by pillars. The room was lit by flickering candles, some in brackets, some half-melted atop the heads of statues and idols. Cabinets held scrolls and ceremonial robes, and the hall was pocked with alcoves and nooks.

Wordlessly, Keo beckoned for Lanthel to follow, and slipped down the hall from pillar to pillar. She was careful to walk in a way that wasn't obviously sneaking, but at the same time would limit her visibility. The blonde elf followed suit.

Some of the scrolls were open as they passed the racks, and they looked to Keo's eye to be basically just pornography. Snake-fetish pornography. The place made her skin crawl a bit. As she approached the middle of the hall, she could hear heavy breathing and gasps coming from one of the alcoves up ahead. She signaled to Lanthel that the room was occupied, and they slowly walked past, hoping to go unnoticed.

As they passed the alcove they could see it was inhabited by three people, their cult robes doffed; a man and two women wearing wooden snake strap-ons. Keo recognized one woman as a prominent doctor of anatomy at the University, a brilliant woman with a reputation for being awkward with other people. She looked perfectly at ease as she stood and fucked the other woman from behind, her breasts pressed against an arching back. The woman being assfucked wore a leering wooden snake mask that Keo found a little gruesome, and she had bent the third of the group, a frail young man, over a writing desk and was vigorously sodomizing him whilst being taken herself, grunting and breathing heavily behind her carved serpent face. The man was gasping pitifully, pinned to the desk and clearly the subordinate of the trio. All three were totally intent on what they were doing, and gave no notice of realizing anyone was there.

"Degenerate freaks," Keo muttered disgustedly. Her own experience with taking it up the ass was not one she was inclined to repeat.

Lanthel said nothing, but her expression indicated she found the scene rather hot.

They crept past the threesome and down the long vestry hall, finally coming to a small door at the far end. It too was locked, and Keo turned to Lanthel. "Stand at my back while I work so it's not obvious what I'm doing."

"All right."

The vampire thief bent over and got to work on the keyhole. Lanthel casually walked behind her, turned to face the room, and leaned against her, back to back. Keo scowled in distraction and annoyance as the elf's rump pressed against her own. "Don't jostle me."

"I won't."

Keo kept working. This door didn't appear to have any traps, but the lock was a finer mechanism and would take a little more time... She twitched; Lanthel was bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. "Hold your ass still," she hissed. "I'm trying to work here."

"Sorry!" Lanthel subsided.

It took three minutes, but the door finally clicked open. Breathing a deep sigh of relief... she wasn't sure why she continued to breathe, but had found she couldn't quite shake the habit... Keo opened the door, slid away from Lanthel's pressing back, and slipped into the room beyond.

It was a vast circular chamber, most of which was taken up by a deep, round pit filled with slimy-looking liquid. A walkway led around it to the door on the far side. A mural on the ceiling depicted a creature out of nightmare, its many arms and orifices grasping wailing humans.

"Is that thing what's in the pit?" Keo hissed.

"I... don't know," Lanthel admitted. "It's terribly ugly, isn't it?"

"Why the fuck do they have something like that in their temple? It's not a snake!"

"It has tentacles. Those are snakelike. I suppose?" Lanthel sniffed. "Who can fathom the thought processes of one who follows the Third Snake God?"

"Right." Shrugging, Keo entered the room, moving swiftly along the walkway. Her companion followed.

They had made it halfway across when Lanthel felt something nudge her foot. Glancing down, she bit back a shriek as she beheld a slimy grey-green tendril snaking out of the pool and up her leg. "Keo! Help me!"

The black haired woman spun, two knives flashing into her hands. Spitting a muffled curse, she knelt by Lanthel and hacked at the tentacle. Her cuts seemed to have no effect on the rubbery appendage. The thing paid her little heed as a bulge appeared under Lanthel's leather pants and started to twine up her leg. "Shit! This thing's tough!"

"Cut faster!" Lanthel begged.

"I'm cutting, but the blade's just sort of sliding off!"

"Are you not strong enoug-OHHHHHHH!" Lanthel's eyes rolled up and she gasped as the tentacle reached the top of her leg. "Oh godsssssss. Keo!"

"It's not fucking cutting!" Keo snapped.

"I heard AHHHH you the AHNNNN first time," Lanthel gasped, knees sagging. The tendril started to tug her towards the edge of the pit. "Get a torch! Use a OHHHHHH fucking torch!"

"Right!" Keo leapt to the wall, grabbed a torch from a scone, and then darted back. Gritting her teeth, she pressed the burning brand against the tentacle.

The effects were immediate. A keening noise filled the chamber, and the tendril instantly slid out of Lanthel's pants and hurriedly retreated into the pit.

"Stop pining over your boyfriend and follow me," Keo snapped at the panting elf. "Let's get out of here!" They dashed down the walkway and through the far door, entering a small connecting hall. Keo slammed the door shut behind them. "You okay?" 

The elven woman nodded, catching her breath. "I think I have slime all over my lady parts, but otherwise I'm fine."

"Thanks for sharing," Keo muttered. She glanced ahead. "Through that door is the main chapel?"

"Yes. It ought to be empty. We get in, get the jewel, and get out."

"It's never that easy." Creeping forward, Keo silently opened the door.

The hall beyond was vast and domed. One side was taken up by a gigantic stone statue of a serpent-man; snake head, snake lower body, scaled humanoid arms and torso. A titanic erect penis jutted out of it, and at the very tip of it was the biggest emerald Keo had ever seen.

A low pit filled with writhing snakes lay in front of the statue, and then a benchlike, rectangular altar. Before the altar, kneeling on spread legs, was a bald, dark-skinned woman. Her hands were clasped in front of her nude breasts, and she chanted rhythmically, eyes squeezed shut and face twisted in concentration. There was a snake between her legs, its head inserted between her thighs, and from the throaty, gasping quality of the chant it was busy at work.

Keo scanned the rest of the room for other occupants, found none, and then slipped forward. Coming up unnoticed behind the bald woman, she struck her a hard blow to the back of the head with her dagger pommel. The chant cut off with a grunt and the woman fell backwards like a sack of potatoes. Lanthel came up, nodded in satisfaction, and they left her there, snake still protruding from her hairless snatch.

"Should have killed her," Keo muttered.

"Why didn't you?"

"Killing things near a sacrificial altar can have bad consequences."

"Good point." Lanthel pointed at the statue with distaste. "Can you climb this thing?"

"It's not going to come to life, is it?"

"I don't... THINK so." Lanthel frowned. "I suppose not?"

"Guess we'll find out," Keo muttered resignedly, and walked around the snake pit to the base of the statue. Carefully feeling for handholds, she climbed the lower coils of the statue with difficulty, keeping one eye on the room below.

"Doing good," Lanthel said encouragingly.

"Be quiet and keep watch," Keo replied curtly. She continued scrabbling up the coils until finally, after what seemed like far too long, she reached the base of the stone penis. Throwing one leg over the carved member, she straddled it and worked her way forward down the shaft.

"Do you know what it looks like you're doing?" Lanthel said, sounding amused.

"Shut up," Keo snapped back. She continued to edge forward down the shaft, closer and closer to the head of the penis and the emerald. She was now directly over the snake pit, and looking down made her a bit twitchy.

"It looks like you're giving it a-"

"Will you shut up?" Keo hissed, then spat a curse as she nearly lost her balance. "Keep watch silently!"

Lanthel looked a bit sullen. Keo shook her head and inched the final distance. The tip of the stone cock was right in front of her, and she wrapped her arms around it and began to pull at the emerald. It was anchored in good, and she grunted, straining as she tugged and pulled.

"Keep going, Keo! He's almost ready to spurt!"

"Fuck you, elf!" Keo hauled back on the emerald with all her strength. "Nggggggggggh!"

There was a pop, and a shower of white plaster spewed from the tip of the stone member as the emerald came free. Covered in chalky stuff, Keo hurriedly slipped back along the length of the carved manhood and then slid down the coils to the ground.

Lanthel hurried up. "You're going to need to let me brush you off," she said. "You've got cum all over you."

"It is PLASTER." Keo sighed. "Hurry up, then."

Lanthel deftly brushed her hands along Keo's hood and shoulders, flicking away the dust as best she could. "You did very well. Now we just need to get out. We're wearing cult robes, so it's probably going to be easiest to simply walk out the front door."

"All right." Keo fidgeted as plaster was whisked from her back. "Long as we act natural, should work."

"Right. The Third Snake Cult isn't terribly bright anyway." Lanthel moved her hands along Keo's front. "Hmm. You've got small tits, like me. Actually, I think you're bigger, but still on the small side. Nicely perky and rounded."

"Can you get your hands off me now? Thanks."

"Just being complementary." Lanthel patted Keo on the head, earning her a black-eyed glare. "I'm sensing body insecurity. Dear, it's okay to be short and small-chested and-"

"Can we please just leave now?" Keo hissed.

"Okay!" Lanthel looked at her critically. "Most of the cu- the plaster is off. If anyone asks, just say you were rummaging through some dusty old scrolls."

"For degenerate snake porn."

"Snake porn doesn't have to be degenerate."

There was a moaning groan behind them, and they turned to see the woman they had slugged stirring half-conscious on the floor. The snake was still buried deep inside her cleft, its tail flicking back and forth.

"Okay, that's pretty degenerate," Lanthel admitted. "Let's go before she wakes up."

The two hurriedly strode from the hall, taking a different door from the one they had gone in from. This led them down a hall, and as they went the sound of chanting grew louder and louder. The two glanced at each other nervously, then shrugged and went through the doors at the far end.

They entered into the lower chapel, a room filled with dozens of robed worshippers seated on benches, being led in a chant of praise by a priest holding a snake. Keeping their heads low, they hurried through, painfully aware of a few glances and raised eyebrows. Nobody stopped them, though, and before long they were walking through an anteroom, then down the front steps of the temple and out into the boulevard.

They proceeded out of the Temple Quarter at a fast walk, then ditched the robes and got out of the area quickly. When Keo felt they had gone far enough, she called a halt and extracted their prize.

"Nice, easy job," she said, sounding pleased for the first time that night. "A lot smoother than I'd feared. Good work."

"Oh, they'll be FURIOUS!" Lanthel said, wiggling. "I wish I could see that whore with the snake up her twat when she wakes up and realizes you had your way with her idol. A blow struck for the Fifth Snake God!"

"A blow struck for my treasury," Keo said. "Here, you take the gem for now. Do NOT lose it. We'll meet tomorrow at the Wanton Wench, same time, and take it to a fence I know."

"Aren't we going to do it now?"

"I need to make an appointment. Anyway, he'll probably want to dicker, and sunrise is coming."

"All right," Lanthel said, taking the gem with a bit of trepidation. "I'll see you then."

Keo didn't bother to answer as she walked away.

---

It took the black-haired thief an hour to set up the appointment, and she had to run to get back to the graveyard ahead of the dawn. As she walked into the inner tomb, she sighed and began to strip off her clothing.

A ghostly form slowly materialized in front of her. "Getting wet and naked for your girlfriend, Keo?"

"If I don't, Lise, she just rips the clothes off my body. I've only got so many outfits."

"Oh, the noises you make in that box. Have fun, partner."

"Fuck you, Lise." Swallowing, Keo walked naked across the stone floor to the coffin. The lid swung open, and the Countess's beautiful, white-haired head rose out of it, her eyes burning red. "You return to me from your adventures, little mouse. I smell the reek of gods on you. And snake. Whatever have you been doing?"

"None of your business," Keo replied. She stepped into the coffin and knelt down, her legs slowly twining with the elder vampire's. Blue grey arms dripping with jewelry reached out to encircle her torso and slide across her back.

"You're so cruel to me," Amelie murmured. "Such a hard, cold little mouse, with such sharp teeth. Do you like to bite me, dear one? Shall we play a biting game today, to pass the long hours?"

"Oh gods," Keo whispered, closing her eyes as she sank down into the softness of coffin and countess. Amelie laughed with tenderly malicious amusement, and the lid swung shut. 

---

In hindsight, the fact that it had all gone so smoothly should have been a warning.

The two met the next day at the Wanton Wench, and went together through the less-savory streets of Dylak-Leem to the Rat Quarter. Dirk the Fence had a shop in a cellar under a secondhand goods store, and they went down the stairs eager to unload their prize.

The cellar was dark and shadowed, with piles of goods stacked on tables. Bottles held alcohol of dubious origin, and a case showed off an array of jewelry. Dirk was behind the counter, and he looked up glumly as they entered. "Hey, Keo."

"Hello, Dirk." The black-haired thief strode forward, Lanthel tagging after her like a puppy. "I've got the item."

"About that.... uh... look, Keo, this is not my idea. They didn't give me any choice."

"What are you-" A bag went over her head from behind. "Shit! You fucking traitor!" She reached for her knives, only to have strong hands pin her arms. "You're fucking dead, Dirk!"

"I wouldn't worry about her," said the dwarven woman with clipped red hair who stepped out of the shadows. "She's not going to be bothering anyone for a while." She glanced at Lanthel, who was edging for the door. "You try to run, elf, and my knife will be in your back before you can go three feet."

"Who are you?" Lanthel squeaked.

"My name's Flann Nightsteel, and I'm an independent contractor hired by a religious group. I think you can guess which one. Normally I'd just kill you, but, see, I get paid triple the normal fee if I bring you back alive. So alive it is." She grinned unpleasantly. "You don't mind alive, do you?"

"Alive is fine," Lanthel said quickly.

"Glad that's settled," Flann said. She turned to the two human men holding Keo. "Bind her and roll her up in a rug. I'll tie this one."

"How did you find us?" Keo asked, sullenly.

"I know every fence in town. I know the ones most likely to handle buying that emerald. I just peeled items of clothing off Dirk's wife until he talked. Didn't take that long."

The humans tied Keo's hands and feet with rope. Flann quickly did the same with Lanthel, then gave her butt a quick squeeze. "Too slim for my tastes, but not bad. What a waste."

"Maybe instead of turning me in, we could-"

"Maybe I'd rather get paid than tap an elven whore who's probably got every pox known to civilization," Flann said, laughing. "Keep your pants on, girl. From what I saw of my employers, they'll be coming off soon enough."

"WHORE?!" Lanthel screeched. "YOU'RE the whore, you squat little ginger drab! I am of a noble house of-"

"Spare me." Flann stuffed a gag in her mouth, reducing the elf to making infuriated, incoherent noises. "Get them rolled up, and let's get them back to the temple. I'm in a mood to get paid."

---

They had been brought to the upper chapel, where the clothing was cut from their bodies by a snake-handled knife wielded by the dark, bald woman they had knocked out on their visit the previous night. They were bent over the altar side by side, arms hanging down one end and legs down another, and their limbs were bound with strong rope, anchored to sockets in the floor.

Lanthel squirmed in her bonds, her boyish hips wiggling against Keo's pale, motionless ones. "Keo! Do something!"

"Like what?" Keo replied, bitter exasperation in her voice.

"Something cunning and roguelike!"

"You can only be so cunning when you're tied up bare-ass naked."

A door opened, and Flann entered along with a bald, sallow man in a green robe. "As you can see, Prelate Vax, I brought them both in alive and undamaged. To be reflected in my fee, of course."

"Of course, Miss Nightsteel. Well done." The high priest studied the two. "Quite the toothsome morsel, the elf. Looks familiar for some reason, but I can't quite seem to place her... No matter. I'll make use of her before the ceremony."

"Not a celibate order then, I gather," Flann commented.

"Dear me, no. Not at all. Quite the opposite." The high priest smiled. "Sister Asp, do we have anyone particularly worthy on the premises to service the other one?"

"At this hour? No. Just lowly cultists." The woman's voice was deep and held a hint of malice. "You should use a snake. A poisonous one."

"Not quite yet. Hmmm." Prelate Vax turned to the dwarf. "I don't mean any offense, Miss Nightsteel, but I've heard rumor that you are, ah, differently endowed, down below."

"I've got a tonker, aye," Flann said, a bit shortly. "Why?"

"Oh, among our faith it's deemed a miraculous thing for a woman to be given such a clear sign of favor by the Third Snake God," the high priest told her. "It's almost unheard of in humans. And you've been so helpful and competent in bringing them back. I was wondering if you'd like to have a go at the human while I'm taking care of the elf. It's part of the ritual preparations."

"Miraculous, eh? I'm starting to like your faith more and more." Flann's cold eyes roamed up and down Keo's form, causing the black-haired thief to flush and stare angrily at the floor. "Well, I haven't had a woman all day. This pale human's got a nice fat ass and good hips, I give her that, but she's got no tits to speak of and she's dog-ugly."

"Fuck you, you sawed-off bitch!" Keo snapped.

"Keo is not ugly!" Lanthel said indignantly. "She's quite sexy in the right light! I'd do her!"

"Shut UP, Lanthel!"

"You don't have to look at her face," the high priest reasoned. "Just at the other end."

"You make a good point," Flann admitted. "Eh, sure, why not? I'll just look over at the elf while I'm having my go."

"That's settled, then." Prelate Vax walked up to where Lanthel continued to wiggle and struggle against her bonds, and reached out a hand to fondle between her legs. The elf squealed. "Don't you dare touch me, you filthy Third Serpenter!"

"I'm going to do a great deal more than touch you," the high priest murmured. He opened his robes. "Are you a virgin?"

"I am pure and unsullied!" Lanthel said virtuously. "Don't you dare defile an unstained maiden!"

"Best kind," Flann said, walking up. She gave Keo a friendly slap on the ass. "Try to squirm around and maybe scream and cry a bit. I like that."

"Go the hells, you filthy little gutter skank!" Keo snarled. "I'll cut off any manhood you have and shove it up your short little ass!"

"Hah! Yeah, I doubt it," Flann said, unbuttoning her pants. "You're about to be plowed by the finest, girl. Just enjoy it."

"Let me go!" Keo thrashed at the ropes holding her. The dwarven woman just chuckled, and whipped out a cock that was average in length but thicker than most. She put both hands on Keo's ass, ran them slowly downward, and then spread the thief's black-furred outer lips with two broad thumbs. "You ready, Prelate?"

The high priest poked Lanthel in the ass with the tip of his own erect penis. "Quite."

"Bottoms up!" With a cruel laugh, Flann rammed her hips into Keo's ass. The thief yelled in shock and outrage as, for the first time in her existence, a penis stabbed into her tight cunt. Despite what Amelie and Lise had done to her, she had always remained, in a strict technical sense, a virgin. No more. She shrieked and thrashed as the bounty hunter began to enthusiastically deflower her.

"That's right, wiggle that big ass," Flann breathed, hands gripping the cheeks in question. "Damn, this wench is cold! Feels like I'm fucking a corpse!"

"You'd know what that felt like, you bitch!" Keo rasped. "AHHH!"

"Well, once I killed a girl in mid-screw, and I didn't want to stop," Flann said, unapologetic.

"Oh gods!" Lanthel moaned. The high priest was bent over her, vigorously fucking away. "Keo! Help me, please!" Keo just turned and stared at her. Lanthel stared back, face pleading, as their naked pelvises slid and bumped together under the steady pounding they were receiving. "Do something!"

"If I could do something, I wouldn't be letting this squat AHHHH freak of nature rape me!" Keo gasped. "YOU do something!"

"I am!" Lanthel moaned. "I'm withholding my orgasm! Not that this pervert is good enough to give me one." Her back arched. "AHHHH! M-maybe one at the most!"

"She's quite good," the high priest grunted. "How's yours, Miss Nightsteel?"

"Took a while to get her nice and wet, but she's slick and tight now." The dwarf hammered away, giving Keo's ass a slap that made her cry out in pain. "She's really cold even for a human. It's creepy, like I'm screwing a dead fish. And she really is an ugly little squint-eyed bitch, isn't she?"

"You be quiet!" Lanthel cried. "Keo's better looking than either of you! I'd far rather have her fucking me!"

"That's a lie!" Flann scoffed.

"It's true!" Lanthel said, small breasts jiggling. "Keo, say my name sweetly, so I can pretend you're fucking me instead of this horrible corrupt priest."

Keo turned her head and looked at her. Lanthel looked back, winked, and then licked her lips. Shuddering, Keo blushed, and then stared resolutely at the ground, trying to ignore how Lanthel's body kept rubbing against her own as they were violated. Flann's thick cock stretched her virgin hole as the dwarf fucked her, rubbing against a spot deep within that sent shudders of pleasure down Keo's spine. The pleasure mixed with the disgust and the sheer volcanic rage at being taken like this, and the awkward, embarrassed feelings from having Lanthel moaning and panting against her, leaving Keo feeling totally wretched.

"I'm not corrupt," Prelate Vax said righteously. He reached down and took hold of Lanthel's breasts, tweaking the nipples and making her wail in protest. "I administer this temple with honesty and diligence! Ask anyone!"

"It's true," said Sister Asp, leaning against one wall and watching the proceedings. "He's totally aboveboard and a pretty good administrator. The last high priest was good at rituals, but couldn't handle budget or personnel. Prelate Vax keeps costs down and he even took a salary cut last year."

"You serve a corrupt god!" Lanthel panted. "And AHHN you have a tiny penis!"

"Tiny, eh?" the high priest said, thrusting harder.

"AHHHH! OHHHHH! NGGGGGH!" Lanthel's mouth dropped open and her eyes rolled. "Keo! KEO!"

"Don't fucking UHHHN say my name like that!" Keo ground out, breathing heavily.

"The elven whore's really getting into it," Flann said a bit enviously. "This one just squirms around a bit and grunts. Ugly and a shitty lay."

"You like her... so much, why don't you... OHHH go fuck her instead?" Keo snarled. "I can think... of about... a hundred... people I'd rather... be fucked by than you! AHHHHHN!"

"Oh gods, Keo, you're so hot when you're being fucked and get angry," Lanthel moaned. "Yell at her some more for me!"

Flann and Keo shared an awkward silence at that, broken only by the rhythmic squick of Flann's tool sliding in and out of Keo's snatch. Lanthel made a disappointed noise.

"I'm nearly done here," the high priest panted. "Can you conclude soon, Miss Nightsteel?"

"I was pacing myself, but yeah, may as well wind it up before I freeze my cock off." The bounty hunter grabbed hold of Keo's hips and began to quicken her thrusts, going deeper than she had before. "You ever taken dwarf seed before, ugly? It'll put hair on your chest."

Keo cried out in pain and sensation, and looked over at Lanthel. The elven woman was gasping and shuddering, clearly in the middle of a climax, and staring fixedly at her. As the blonde elf's eyes flickered over Keo's swaying, vigorously-fucked body, she licked her lips and smiled, making direct eye contact.

Keo flushed a deep crimson and she cried out again. "Lanthel... please don't... don't look at me... oh gods..."

"You're so sexy, Keo," Lanthel murmured. "I want to watch you cum."

"Do you feel somewhat unnecessary to this whole business, Miss Nightsteel?" Prelate Vax said a bit peevishly. "Ahhhhh, now!" His hips thrust one final time and stilled as his cock twitched and released inside the elf. 

Lanthel cried out, and shook her head wildly. "Not filthy Third Snake seed! Ugh!"

A second later, Keo felt a hot, sticky jet inside her. "You fucking bitch!" she rasped. "Only a freak like you would have semen. You're a fucking freak!"

"A freak who just blew a load in your icy twat," Flann told her smugly. The bounty hunter jerked her cock out of Keo's dripping hole, then slapped her hard on the ass. "Not my best, but not quite my worst. If you survive tonight and get in my way again, maybe we can do this again some time." She thought for a second. "Warm up first."

"If we ever meet again, you are a dead little hermaphroditic piece of shit," Keo promised. "I'm going to remember this."

"That's what all my girls say," Flann said with a sneer. "You remember me making you pant like a dog in heat, ugly little lass. You remember that late at night when you're horny and can't sleep."

"Fuck you!" Keo raged. "Damn it! Damn it!"

"I think I'm done here," Flann said, buttoning her pants up. "Pay me, Prelate, and I'll be on my way."

"Of course." Taking a key from his robe, the high priest went over to a metal coffer against one wall and unlocked it. Withdrawing three bags, he measured out gold and silver until he had enough, and then handed it to the dwarf. "Your payment as agreed, plus a bit extra for the prompt service."

"Why thank you." Grinning, Flann put most of the money into her cloak. She took one silver coin, and bounced it in her palm. Then, suddenly, she walked back over to Keo and unceremoniously shoved the coin up Keo's ass, making the thief shriek.

"One silver was about what you were worth," Flann told her. "I always pay my whores. Be seeing you, Prelate."

"I'm going to go get ready for the ceremony," Prelate Vax said as the bounty hunter departed. "Sister Asp, shave and anoint these two, please."

"With pleasure, High Priest," the bald woman purred, fingering her knife.

Humming to himself, the high priest left the chapel. As Sister Asp slowly advanced on them, Keo and Lanthel exchanged apprehensive glances.

"We're really sorry about knocking you on the head like that," Lanthel offered. "We feel really bad about it."

"Terrible," Keo said without hope or enthusiasm.

"Oh, you're forgiven," Sister Asp said smoothly. "We're going to be friendly, here, you and me."

"Friendly is good," Lanthel offered cautiously. "Maybe if you let us go, we could be really good friends?"

"If I let you go, we wouldn't be able to become as close as we going to be." Sister Asp strolled behind them, and placed one hand on each of their rumps. "Two fine offerings, fresh-plowed and ready for the rite. You're going to do just fine."

Chuckling to herself, she took two wax tapers from a box beside the altar, long red candles smelling of incense. With a firm hand, she shoved one in each presented asshole, drawing yelps of protest from both women. Keo gritted her teeth as the taper's end drove the silver coin even deeper into her rectum.

Sister Asp lit the candles, then began to sharpen her knife. "Try not to wiggle those fine hindquarters too much. I need steady light to see."

"I am not a candle holder!" Lanthel told her, indignant.

"For the moment you are," the priestess replied, amused. "I'll do you first. It looks like there's less."

Bending down, she slid the flat of the blade between each woman's legs. Keo shuddered as the cold steel kissed her engorged labia and braced for a cut. Instead, Sister Asp turned to Lanthel and began to carefully barber away the arrowhead of golden fur above her pussy, catching the cut hair in a wooden bowl.

"Being hairless is out of fashion this year," Lanthel protested. "It took me hours to get my box the way I like it!"

"Necessary for the ritual, love," said Sister Asp. Finishing, she moved the bowl over to Keo. "You'll take a bit more work."

"You're going to make me look like a whore," Keo snarled. "A whore with a hairless twat."

"If that's how you want to think of it," Sister Asp said agreeably. She slid the blade along Keo's outer lips, sending tangled black hair falling into the bowl to mingle with the golden ones. "If it was a high holy day, I would shave your heads as well. But for today just your treasure box will do."

"Degenerate perverts." Keo stared stonily at the ground as her pubic hair was methodically cut away. When it filled the bowl with Lanthel's, Sister Asp set it down and took out a jug. 

"Now I anoint you with oil," she said throatily, pouring a generous amount onto her palms. She began to rub it into Lanthel's back, drawing startled murmurs from the elf. The glistening oil slowly covered more and more of the slender woman's back, then her sides. Sister Asp poured a generous draught down her own naked front, and walked around to face the elf. Bending, she took hold of Lanthel's tiny breasts and began to knead them, making the elven noble gasp and sigh.

The sighs turned to yelps as the candle began to drip, sending droplets of hot wax falling on her ass and lower back. "That HURTS! Keo! Make her stop!"

"I can't make her do a damn thing, you stupid cunt!" Keo snapped.

"Oh gods, talk dirty to me while you squeeze my breasts! I'm a stupid cunt!"

"What the fuck?" Keo stared at her, her cheeks reddening again as she watched the glistening elf writhe under Sister Asp's caressing hands. "I'm not.... that wasn't... I'm not touching you!"

Sister Asp laughed, and walked over to the black-haired woman. She poured a generous helping of oil on her back, and then bent low, dragging her own dusky breasts through the puddle, her hardened nipples leaving two furrows in the slick stuff. "Why don't you watch your friend while I work, love? I've got her all oiled up and ready for you."

"Oh gods," Keo whimpered, involuntarily staring as Lanthel eyed her sensually. The blonde elf's perky breasts were glistening and quivering, and Keo felt the stirrings of arousal as the slick oil was massaged into her skin. "Get me out of here."

Then she shrieked as a load of hot wax slid down the base of the candle to pool in a ring around her asshole. "FUCK! FUCK! HOT! FUCK!"

Sister Asp laughed. "Poor dear." She kneaded Keo's breasts, working the oil in as the woman gasped in pain. "The dwarf was right. You've got small tits and a big ass. But you're not so ugly."

"Go to the hells," Keo rasped. "Gods! Fuck!"

"Almost done." Sister Asp walked round behind them, and slid one thumb into each woman's cunt. She wiggled them experimentally, making Lanthel moan and Keo grit her teeth, and then withdrew them and pulled the candles out of their asses. "Good girls. You'll do well."

"Are they anointed?" Prelate Vax asked, re-entering the room.

"Yes. Oiled, shaved, and fucked. Ready to be offerings." The woman laughed. "Let me be the vessel this time. It's only fitting."

"Very well. You're better at it than I, and it always gives me a migraine afterwards."

"Thank you." Sister Asp tied Keo's right ankle to Lanthel's left one, then walked over to the snake pit and lifted out two great pythons. Chanting, she whispered to them, then brough the snakes over and dropped one on each woman's back. They coiled around them, and as Sister Asp cut their arms free of the ropes, the snakes pinned them to their torsos. Leaving their legs tied, the sister hefted Lanthel, and rolled her over to lie atop Keo, one leg tied together, the other attached to ropes. The snakes quickly adjusted, wrapping around both women to bind their upper bodies together.

"What do you think they're going to do to us?" Lanthel murmured, staring into Keo's black eyes. She wiggled her chest a little, causing her oil-slick mounds to slide against Keo's own in a way that made the thief gulp and turn a little red. "Are we going to die?"

"I don't know," Keo said, fidgeting. "Some sort of filthy rite."

"You know, I'd much rather be oiled, naked, and rubbing against your body than most of the fates they could have planned for us," Lanthel whispered. "Have you ever been with a woman before?"

"Oh gods! Lanthel, I... I don't know if this is the time for this!"

Before the elf could answer, Sister Asp and the High Priest lifted the two of them off the altar, and with a grunt lowered them into the snake pit.

"Arrrrrrgh!" Keo's initial impulse was to thrash. Then she reasoned this would probably just attract attention, so she tried to stay as still as possible. She and Lanthel were resting on their side, with their tied-together legs on the bottom and the rope-attached legs on the top. Snakes of all sizes wriggled and slithered over them, and Keo found herself trying to press further against Lanthel just to have some of her body free of reptile.

Sister Asp sat crosslegged on the floor before the pit, the bowl carrying their shaven pubic hair before her. She poured a powder into it, then, as the High Priest began to chant, she set fire to the contents and began to breathe in the smoke. Her eyes closed and her face contorted as Prelate Vax droned on.

"Just hold still," Keo whispered. "Wait for a chance to break free."

"I knew you'd save me," Lanthel whispered back, eyes shining. "You're just picking your moment."

Sister Asp's naked form began to bulge and distort as muscle shifted. Scales appeared on her skin, and she began to grow in size. Her legs fused together, her arms vanished into her body, and her head flattened and smoothed.

"What the hells?" Keo spat, alarmed. Lanthel gasped. "She's giving her body to the Third Snake God to use as an avatar!"

"Oh fuck!" Keo strained against the pythons binding her. Lanthel whimpered and pressed herself more tightly against her companion.

Where Sister Asp had been, there was now a massive, green and black and yellow serpent, bigger than a horse. It slowly slithered forward.

Still chanting, the High Priest hauled on the ropes holding their upper legs, pulling them up and apart from the lower pair and spreading their thighs open.

"Keo, do you know about hemipenises?" Lanthel asked.

"What? What?"

"Snakes have them. They're two-headed penises. I'm mentioning it because it seems relevant." The gigantic snake was slithering up their tied legs, burying them beneath its scaled bulk.

"NO. You've got to be-" The snake had lifted its head above them, and hissed with anticipation. From a fold in its belly, two large, mottled cocks with flat frilled heads extended. "Shit! LET ME GO! NO!"

Lanthel kissed her on the cheek. "I'll pretend its you inside me," she murmured. "You're so sexy when you're upset, Keo. I want you."

"Lanthel, damnit! Oh gods!" Keo closed her eyes. "Oh gods!" The frilled penis pushed against the entrance to her sex. "Oh GODS!"

Lanthel kissed her on the lips, and at the same moment the snake entered them, the mottled member penetrating each woman forcefully. The kiss dissolved into twin moans, and then the two oiled bodies began to slide and rub against each other as the serpent god fucked them.

"Get angry, Keo," Lanthel gasped. "Get angry with me!"

"You perverted fucking whore, we're being fucked by a snake and you're getting off on it!" Keo raged. "And I'm having to do it with you!"

"Oh gods!" Lanthel kissed her again. "Keep touching me, Keo. I know you like my body. I saw you watching while that priest fucked me. He couldn't get me half as wet as you do. You're mysterious and brooding and I think you're so hot, and I know you're going to save me..."

"AHHHHHHH!" Keo threw back her head, mind spinning with a mix of lust and revulsion. The stench of reptile hung over everything, mixing with the cleaner smells of oil and Lanthel's lavender scent. The blonde elf's nubile, slim body was pressing and sliding against hers in a horribly distracting way, and the snake cock in her pussy was hitting all the right spots. 

She did sort of want to fuck Lanthel, she admitted to herself. Just... not this way. Like how she'd fucked Lise. The memories of that, the sex and feeding, flooded back and made her even more horny. She pictured herself dining on Lanthel's spread open slit...

"Ahhhh!" With a snarl, Keo kissed Lanthel aggressively. "You stupid bitch. You want me to have sex with you? Do you?"

"Oh yes, please, please!" Lanthel moaned. The snake thrust faster, and both women began to pant with exertion.

"You really... want me... to fuck you until... you stop moving, Lanthel? You give me... permission to take you... as hard as I can... all the way?"

"Oh Keo, you're so forceful, yes, yes!" Lanthel began to climax, her slick body shuddering against the black-haired thief's. "OH GODS! Harder, Keo!"

The snake hissed and came. Gouts of reptile semen gushed forth. Keo felt it splash into her dead hole, and groaned in disgusted arousal. Lanthel kissed her forehead. "I trust you, Keo. Save me, and you can have my body as much and as hard as you want. You can be angry. I think you're so sexy when you're angry..."

Keo closed her eyes. It was herself she was angry at, she silently admited, anger over the lust she felt for the elf. Not just lust. Hunger. Which for her, was the same thing... Something started to stir inside her as she recognized and embraced her desire, and her eyes shot open.

Above them, the snake shimmered and shrank, leaving an exhausted Sister Asp draped over them. "The Third Snake God and I have had our due, High Priest. It's time to cut out their hearts."

"Good. We'll dump their bodies in the river in the morning."

Lanthel's seductive eyes locked with Keo's black, tortured ones, and promised her things that made her snake-smeared cunt clench in anticipation.

Something inside her burst.

She felt the blood in her veins ignite, the blood she had drained from Lise, and burn away, leaving raw power behind. Roaring, she burst free of the pythons, ripping them to bloody shreds as her arms flung out. Throwing a shrieking Sister Asp onto the altar, she surged to her feet, the ropes binding her burning away in a flash of blue fire. As the horrified High Priest stared at her and started to reach for a sacrificial knife, she leapt at him, grabbed him by the throat, and tore the head off his body in one bloody motion.

Lanthel screamed. Sister Asp cried out in terror, struggling to sit up on the altar. Before she could, Keo grabbed the bald woman's thighs and forced them open. Snarling, she dropped her mouth to the priestess' hairless snatch, her fangs lengthening. She bit down as her tongue lengthened and forced its way inside.

Sister Asp howled and struggled. Keo ignored it and drank her down, cock-tongue throbbing, her own lust boiling over. The last of Lise's stolen blood was burning away, fueling her enhanced strength and power, and she NEEDED blood to replace it. Blood and the nectar that flowed so sweetly from the dark priestess's sopping cunt. The priestess who had taken the form of the snake, who had made her do that... Keo drank with glee, pleasure flooding her. Unlike with Lise, she had no qualms about draining this bitch for her own needs. She might as well enjoy it. She felt herself get wetter and wetter, and as she heard Lanthel's frantic queries and calls she grew even more turned on.

The priestess was shivering and spasming now, her skin developing a bluish tint. Keo continued to fuck her drenched sex with her tongue until finally the woman shuddered and went still. Then, still consumed by lust, she turned.

"Keo.... Keo, your eyes are on fire..." Lanthel whispered. Then she screamed as she was grabbed, thrown onto the corpse of the priestess, and her legs forced open. "KEO! HELP ME!"

"MINE! NOW!" Keo howled and bit into her vulva with eager lust, her tongue stabbing into the tight elven hole. Lanthel screamed, a long bellowing cry of fear and passion, and Keo began to orgasm almost the second she tasted the elf's slickness, even tainted as it was by the animal taste of snake seed. Her climax was long and rolling, as Lanthel bucked and writhed under her lips, her vile fellatio leaving the elf only capable of making incoherent noises.

She tasted good, so good... as good as Keo had imagined. Almost as good as Lise had tasted, her first time.

Lise. She had killed Lise.

She had said she trusted her...

With a supreme effort of will, Keo tore her face out of Lanthel's snatch. She wouldn't have been able to do it if she had been hungry, she knew. But she had drank the snake priestess dry, replacing all the blood she had expended, and now the only thing driving her was lust.

Panting, she stared down at Lanthel. The elf was pale and swooning, but Keo didn't think she'd lost too much blood. She was in no danger of dying, at least.

Leaving her lying on the altar and the corpse, Keo walked over to the body of the High Priest and retrieved the key from his robe. Then she opened the coffer on the wall and took all the coinage it held. Taking some spare robes from a cabinet, she draped one around herself and walked over to wrap the other one around Lanthel.

"Keo..." the elven woman slurred.

"Just rest, Lanthel. We're escaping."

"Save me..."

Keo stooped and kissed her. "I wanted you too," she quietly admitted. "And I'm glad I got to have you the way I wanted."

Lanthel murmured something back, and Keo scooped her up.

Her flight from the temple was far easier than she had feared. Not wanting witnesses, everyone else had been sent home, and she was able to simply walk off the temple grounds. She covered the distance to Lanthel's home swiftly, picked the lock, and then took her upstairs and laid her down on the bed.

"I'm leaving your share on the nightstand," she told the elf. "Sleep until morning. You'll feel better with rest."

"Keo... aren't you going to stay?" Lanthel whispered weakly.

The black-haired thief turned, bent, and kissed her again. "I'd like to," she said, her voice breaking. "But I'm so horny right now. If I stay, I'll have you again, and this time I'll kill you before I'm done. I don't want that. Let me leave with you as a pleasant memory, not a guilty weight."

Lanthel nodded, eyes tearing. "I'm sorry... Keo... I didn't know."

"Don't tell," the thief said, turning to go. "Goodbye, Lanthel. You're... you're the first person I ever slept with who I don't regret."

"You were wonderful, Keo. Thank you."

The vampire slipped downstairs, and Lanthel heard the door shut. She lay back in her bed, dizzy and weak and coming down off the high of lust and terror.

"She does have a big ass and no tits," she admitted. "But she was incredible anyway."

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The next evening Egrid showed up at the door. Lanthel met her wearing a silk sleeping costume that left nothing to the imagination.

"The orcish hordes are ready to pillage the elven homeland," the swordswoman said, grinning. "Looks like you're all ready."

Lanthel hugged her. "Egrid... if it's okay... can we not play tonight? I just want you to hold me."

Puzzled, the half-orc wrapped her big arms around her. "Just hold?"

"Not just hold. But mostly hold. I need your strong arms tonight. I've had... a rough time."

"Sure. I can do that."

The two walked inside, Lanthel clinging to the big woman as if in need of support.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine. I just... before, when I was sad or lonely, I had Tesaiel. Now I don't. And I feel safe with you. So just hold me, Egrid, love."

"You want to go upstairs? We can lie down and spoon."

"Okay."

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At about the same moment, Keo was being held as well.

"How on earth did you get a silver coin up your bottom?" Amelie was whispering in her ear. "You surprise me, little mouse. Of course, as you do not eat or make wastes, it will not come out on its own. I think I will leave it there for now. Did you do something terribly perverted?"

"Maybe," Keo gasped, feeling the cold fingers caress her clit. She tried to picture Lanthel doing it.

"Fifteen minutes til nightfall. I have a game we can play until then, little one. My perverted little mouse, who is eaten by snakes... oh yes, I can smell it on you. Here is what we shall do..."

The screams lasted exactly fifteen minutes.

Continued in Chapter 6

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