The Silver Foxes - Morgana's Hold

The Silver Foxes - Morgana's Hold

The ranger swung easily from his mount, eyes intent on the ground. He knelt, holding a hand up so the others would come to a halt before they disturbed the almost invisible signs his sharp eyes had picked out. The faint scratches would be unnoticed by most, but Finn was a truly gifted tracker. Very little could be successfully hidden from him.

Finn and the other members of the adventuring band known as the Silver Foxes had been pursuing their quarry for almost a full day now. They had arrived early that morning in the small hamlet of Oxbridge. A quick stop, hardly memorable, on their way up the Chiorann River toward the large trading city of Bellin. The village had little to interest the adventurers, or at least that was the first impression. After finding the local tavern and sitting down for a well-deserved and highly anticipated meal, the group had been approached by what passed as the village council.

The two men seemed a bit hesitant to approach the group. Riella, the young rogue that had joined the party in Bellin, after not quite successfully picking Finn's pocket, flashed them a sparkling, dimpled grin that seemed to ease their tension a bit.

The councilmen had proceeded to tell them about some disappearances that had occurred recently, and asked that the Foxes discover what had happened and, if possible, discover the fate of the lost townsfolk. The senior official went on to relate what had happened.

"Three days ago, one o' our young hunters, Denn o' Raventree, failed ta return after a trip inta the forest. He were only supposed ta be gone the day, so his dam said. His pa swears the boy is skilled with his bow an' fleet o' foot; nothin' could 'ave taken him easily." The man cleared his throat. "The other two went missin' jus' yesserday. A girl and a lad that'd been slippin' out fer a few weeks t'gether now. T'other day, they slipped out but never came back. One o' our woodsmen found some tracks near t'the forest the mighter' been theirs, but he lost it in the brush." Both men looked earnestly at Finn. "Can we count on you and yers?"

Finn didn't need to see Winona's nod or Geral's, didn't need to see Aron closing his book. This is what they lived for. The thrill of adventure, the solving of riddles. Within the hour the group was in the saddle once more.

Finn was able to pick up the trail the woodsman had lost. After a few hours, the band had stepped out onto an overgrown trail cutting through the dense forest. Finn had the feeling they would soon find their quarry. Now, with the day all but spent in tracking the missing villagers, The Foxes had come close to discovering what had happened.

Minutes later, the Foxes rode out into an overgrown clearing. The space was dominated by what used to be a powerful, imposing tower, but which now looked dilapidated and neglected. Some powerful force had shattered a number of the crenellations along the top, and only a few of the shutters still adorned the windows that were evenly spaced over its surface. The four-story structure gave the impression of being long abandoned, yet Finn could see faint traces that led right up to the still intact though slightly ajar main doors.

The Foxes slipped from their mounts. Moving surely, the group prepared themselves, already practiced in their battle tactics.

"Glinda, Winona, Aron; the four of us will form the main group. Halli, I want you out ahead of us. Use your skills to scout out any traps or other surprises." Finn loosened his sword.

When it was obvious the big ranger was going to say no more, Riella burst out, a little hurt, "what about me! I want in too." She pouted, almost giving lie to her next words. "I'm not a child, you know!"

Finn was expecting the outburst. The young rogue was highly skilled but tended to make rash decisions; having her in the lead in this tower could cause more trouble than they were prepared to deal with. "We need someone to keep an eye on the mounts, Riella," he said, gently pointing to where Geral, a half-elven warrior-priest of few words but a fearsome foe in battle, was already removing the bridles from two of the horses. The big warrior knew this was a time for the more stealthy members of the party; his powerful mace would only be needed if something went terribly wrong. He knew as well as Finn that if required he could be within the tower and engaged in combat in short minutes.

Riella did not think much of this plan. She was about to loudly and vocally say so when Halli waved her down. The halfling fighter-rogue, the closest of the group to Riella in age, though quite a bit more experienced, flicked her fingers briefly and Riella relaxed. The little fighter had signaled 'wait two minutes.'

The Foxes were prepared. One by one, they slipped through the tower's main door. Geral, a bit amused at Riella's little tantrum, tried to get the girl to play cards with him. He knew she cheated outrageously, and thought it might make her feel better to get the best of him. She pretended to sulk though, and slowly began to wend her way over to the great doors.

A few minutes later Geral glanced up from where he was working on a bit of rust on his armor. With an oath, the warrior-priest sprang to his feet, peering about the clearing but knowing all too well where his young companion had gone. He hoped the girl could catch up to the others with no problem, because his hands were tied.

Halli led the other four Foxes into the tower. She was a skilled fighter, but it was her talents as a scout and rogue that placed her at the forefront now. The first few rooms had little to offer: the main entry, a coatroom and a small storage area. Beyond these the halfling found a short hall with a number of doors along its length. With about as much noise as a mouse would make, she slipped into the hall. Her eyes never ceased moving, her hands trailing the stone wall or passing through the air before her. She uncovered no traps. As the others entered, the light of the torch Winona carried cast oblong shadows throughout the narrow space.

The first door led to a stair that spiraled up. Halli signaled this to the others but stayed in the hall. As the group passed the stairwell, Glinda turned to keep an eye on it. The warrior woman usually brought up the rear, and she took this duty seriously. Many were the times when her flashing blade had held off supposedly stealthy attacks from behind. She was almost walking in reverse after only a few steps.

Halli had not yet reached the next set of doors; one on each side of the hall this time; when she made out faint, muffled sounds coming from the far end of the corridor. She cocked her head, trying to make out any meaning, but could not quite place it. She cast a quick, curious look over her shoulder to see if any of the others could identify the noise. Four heads shook negatively. Halli shrugged back and moved methodically to the left door.

While the Foxes concentrated on Halli's door, Riella slipped through the shadows into the long corridor. She knew that if caught this close to the front door, she would only be sent back outside. As soon as she discovered the stairwell though, she grinned. The others had stayed on the first floor; she could see their shadowed forms just up ahead. She could slip upstairs and do some exploring on her own!

The girl had disappeared into the shadows of the stairwell before Glinda once again turned to watch the party's back trail. Halli made quick work of the lock on the door, a simple affair that had not seen use in decades. Within the room was a large kitchen area, completely empty of anything useful and with no fires lit. The group moved across the hall.

This room was also abandoned, though it had seen more recent use, at least Finn and Halli both caught signs that someone had been here recently. A small well dominated the center of the room, with a worn, warped bucket hanging from a badly frayed rope above it. The container was damp; someone had gotten water here only a short while before. Everyone in the small group took a firmer grip on their weapons.

Back in the hall again, Halli led the other four toward the far end. Double doors adorned the wall there, solidly closed. The noises that the group had been hearing for a few minutes now were obviously coming from the far side of these doors, but they were still not quite identifiable.

"A fight?" Glinda suggested in a whisper that barely reached the halfling in front.

"No," Aron said, "It sounds more like..." he blinked, his mouth dropping open. The young mage was quite accomplished, but the thought that popped into his head seemed a bit too improbable for such a dank, forbidding tower.

"Like what?" Halli whispered.

The mage shook his head, thinking he was slipping. It couldn't be that! "Never mind, just open the door." He pulled some strange component from his belt, getting ready.

Halli shot a glance at Finn, who shrugged. He didn't know either. She shrugged back and turned to check the door. It was unlocked. With a simple turn, the little rogue shoved the door slowly open.

It creaked. It creaked loudly! With a whispered oath, Halli hit the door hard, slamming it open and rushing into the room. The others poured in right behind her. So it was that she was almost trampled by her own comrades as she skided to a stop, completely stunned at the scene that lay before her.

As the others also came to a stumbling halt about her, just as surprised, the halfling took in what lay before her, not sure if what she was seeing was real. The room was fairly large; obviously the main chamber of the tower. Off to the left a small dais, only about six inches high, rose above the main floor. A chair, at one time it may have even been called a throne, rested in the center of the dais, flanked by the rotting remains of other, more fragile seats. The great table, one leg cracked off but still standing upright, sagged before the chairs, the rough wood splintered and rotten. The rest of the room was plain and simple, with evenly spaced pillars supporting the ancient ceiling. Only one other corridor left the room and Halli, with the instincts of a born thief, was pretty sure it led to another stairwell.

The thing that had brought Halli and her companions up short were the occupants of the room. At the foot of the dais, completely nude, sprawled a young man. He looked gray as he lay there, completely drained. Sweat covered his body, from his dark, limp hair to his quivering calves. His penis was limp and wasted, looking as sapped as the rest of the man.

Only feet from where Halli and the others stood, and a good ten paces from the dais, a young girl of about eighteen and a slightly older boy were sprawled on the bare cobblestones. Neither wore a shred of clothing. Both looked gaunt and pale, as if they had not eaten anything recently. Grimy sweat and dirt covered their bodies, but that did not seem to phase the two in the least. Still quite a bit livelier than the young man on the dais, the boy had the girl by the hips and was pounding his ready cock into her from behind. Though totally exhausted, both looked to be thoroughly enjoying themselves. It was obvious that even with the newcomers barging in they had no intention of stopping. The girl let out little yelps of ecstasy, while the boy was grunting in a rhythm that kept pace with his frantic pounding.

"What in the nine hells is going on here!" Halli blinked when she realized that she was the one that had spoken. As if the words had snapped the others out of a spell, her comrades all started to move again.

"Don't know Halli, but whatever it is, it's not natural." Finn's sword was out and he scanned the walls about him, ignoring the couple on the floor, who ignored him right back. "Aron, any idea what this is?"

The mage was already lost in a spell. In seconds, he let some sand dribble through his fingers. Inches from the floor, the sand vanished into a sparkling mist. As this happened, the poor couple on the floor sighed and, still entwined, slumped into unconsciousness. "That will give them a little rest anyway." He turned to the man on the dais, but saw that Winona was already attending him. "No! Don't touch him!" he cried, but it was already too late.

Winona, a priestess of the god Rimmir, and one of the original founders of the Foxes, had already cast her healing spell on the spent youth, sending refreshing waves of energy into his body. At the same time, she felt an overwhelming force wash over her, starting in the fingers that rested on the young man's bare chest. She did not hear Aron's shouted warning. Her fingers. Her fingers brushing over the tight muscles of this young man. She looked up into his eyes, seeing that he was now looking back, his eyes full of burning lust. His penis, only moments before limp and flaccid, had strengthened into a solid nine inch shaft. Her hand wrapped around it before she could think. The man's appreciative groan only spurred her on. Her mouth opened and she knelt, her tongue flicking out eagerly.

"Winona!" Finn was shocked. He'd never seen his childhood friend behave like this in any way. He had fantasized about her occasionally, but had never pursued a relationship. He had plenty of companionship when he wanted it; there were always willing girls about. What he was seeing now though was something he had never imagined!

"Don't touch her! She's been cursed now too." Aron was searching through his pouches. He had to have something to cover this! Ah! Once again his hands blurred through the motions of a spell. The others watched anxiously as he finished, but nothing happened. Aron did not seem worried. He stepped close to the preoccupied couple and called, "Winona! Listen to me. Winona!"

The priestess reluctantly looked up, breathing heavily, a thin line of saliva connecting her pouting mouth to the young man's penis. "A-Aron?"

Good, Aron thought, the charm is working against the curse. "Winona, stand-ooff!"

The woman had looked up to see her friend standing only feet away. Her young, handsome friend. All she could think about was to please him. And she knew exactly how! With a spring she slammed into the young mage, her mouth coming down hard on his while her hands started to yank his clothing askew. For a second or two, Aron resisted, but then the curse took him too. With a groan, he clutched the beautiful, voluptuous blonde to him, his hands searching for the openings of her clothing. He yearned to press his bare flesh against hers!

The young man that Winona had just abandoned sat up, blinking. His eyes fixed on Halli and lit up. The halfling's mouth dropped open as the man sprang up, his penis thrusting before him. Even if she wanted to she couldn't take that thing into her! She stumbled back, looking to escape.

She needn't have worried. As the young man stepped past, Glinda slipped from behind a pillar and slammed the side of her sabre into the man's head. He crumpled without a sound. As soon as she was sure the man was not going to rise again. She looked across to Finn.

The ranger was on the far side of the sleeping couple. Grimly he raised his sword and nodded to Glinda. "Be careful. Don't let them touch you in any way."

In the seconds that it had taken for Glinda to knock out the young man, Winona had managed to loosen her clothing and Aron's enough where it counted. With a moan of pleasure, she thrust herself down on her comrade's erect, seven-inch shaft. "Yesss!" Aron hissed, his hips bucking. He gasped as the priestess suddenly collapsed atop him. Even so, he didn't stop thrusting!

With a quick snap, Finn whacked Aron on the side of the head, just as Glinda had done to Winona only seconds before. The two Foxes lay entwined on the floor, clothing awry. The three still standing looked at each other with wide eyes for a few seconds before Finn said, "Halli, go get Geral and Riella. We'll need them to sort this out and figure out how to get everyone out of here. I'm willing to bet this guy," he gestured with his blade at the man that Winona had given the blow job to, "is the lost woodsman, while these two," this time he pointed at the girl and boy sleeping in the middle of the floor, "are the missing youngsters." The ranger stepped smoothly around the fallen folk. "There has to be an explanation!"

Halli rushed down the hall. She burst through the main door into the night, gasping for the others to grab their gear and follow her. Geral was up in a heartbeat, his mace swinging free. "No need for that!" Halli said breathlessly. Then she noticed Riella's absence. "Where-" Then she remembered. The girl had followed them! But if that was so, then where...

"The girl vanished only minutes after you entered. If I had known what she was planning..." The big half-elf shook his head.

Riella waved his excuses away. "She knew what she was doing. We'll find her later. We need you inside now!" The tiny flaxen haired female spun and sprinted into the tower. Where was that girl!

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Riella moved lightly on the shadowed stairs, her sure steps making no sound. Almost as soon as she entered the stairwell, she began to feel... something. Something up within the tower was...calling. She was able to force herself to concentrate on her movements, but she found it more and more difficult as she mounted the stair.

At the second landing she paused. She knew she should explore each floor in turn, since she didn't know what might be lurking about in the shadows. But...Once again she felt the pull of whatever was above her. Before she realized it, she was climbing the next flight.

Riella passed the third landing without slowing down. The call was strong now. The young rogue knew she would find the source on the top floor, only a few steps away.

At the top of the stair, a large wooden door stood slightly ajar. The girl slipped through the opening without even touching the ancient timber. She passed into a room that must have once been wondrously adorned in silks and other finery. Even a poor waif like Riella could tell a Lady's boudoir when she saw it.

Everything in the room was tattered and worn with age. The archaic vanity had crumbled under the weight of a massive mirror, which in turn had shattered as it fell to the floor. A rickety wardrobe slumped against the wall to Riella's right. Two other doors were inset within the walls, leading further into the grand suite.

"Come to me, little one."

Riella shuddered. She hadn't heard the words, but rather had felt them echoing in her mind. Unconsciously, she took a step forward, eyes focusing on the door to the left. Her breathing was coming in shallow gasps, and she felt tingling fingers brushing across her skin. She swallowed, her tongue darting over her lips as one hand brushed across the front of her leathers, slightly stimulating her already erect nipples. What lay behind this door? Her hands, unsteady with an unexplainable excitement, moved of their own volition, pulling the left-most door wide.

The young girl stopped abruptly, eyes going wide. Never had she seen anything like this room! Faded but still easily identifiable tapestries adorned the walls. Depicted on these were scenes born of a Succubus' heart! Men and women locked in urgent, pounding sexual situations were everywhere. Strangely, Riella did not feel shock; in fact, as she eagerly scanned the walls of the room, the only thing she felt was a burning desire to be a part of one of the scenes. Having a man's penis thrusting deeply within her...

"Yes, child! You feel the pleasure, the joy! Come to me, and I can give you this, and more!"

Riella stumbled a bit further into the room, eyes never leaving the tapestries. Here, a woman had a man's upright shaft between her breasts, her tongue playfully teasing its tip. There, two men were violating a kneeling woman, one thrusting deeply into her from behind while the other, at the woman's head, had his cock embedded in the woman's mouth. To Riella, the woman did not seem to be struggling to get away. Over on the far wall, an image portrayed two women; one sitting sprawled on a couch while the other knelt before her, face between the first woman's thighs. The woman on the couch looked as if she was squirming in ecstasy!

"A few steps further, girl. I can feel your need! Just a few steps further!"

She could feel the pull of the voice. It was so close now! Right before her, a wondrous wall hanging portrayed a man and a woman, both lacking any clothing. The man stood firmly, holding the woman up with powerful arms. The woman, thighs clenched tight against the man's hips, full breasts pressed against the man's broad chest, was obviously impaled on his thick, throbbing mast. Riella fancied she could even make out the emotions in the figures' eyes. Lust.

The girl stood before the tapestry for a few seconds, drinking in the image. Then, almost unwillingly, she reached out and pushed the heavy fabric aside.

Behind the hanging was a smallish room, barely more than a closet. Riella groaned, her fingers fumbling with the fastenings to her leathers. She could feel her pussy, already well lubed with her internal juices. The need to touch, to caress was almost unbearable!

There, against the far wall of the tiny room, was a small cabinet. It stood as high as Riella's waist. The top, once highly polished, was covered in a thick layer of dust. The small doors were carved in tiny bas-reliefs; Riella could see that the images depicted here complemented the tapestries in the outer room. With shaking hands, the aroused girl pulled the ancient doors open.

"Use me, little one! Use me and you will have ultimate pleasure!"

Riella stared, unable to look away from the small, eight-inch statuette. It was featureless, about an inch-and-a-half thick and rounded at the top. She could see it was constructed of green and white marble, and seemed to shed a faint greenish glow. The burst of sexual desire Riella felt as she saw it dropped her to her knees.

The rogue reached out, fingers firmly wrapping around the shaft. Her other hand was already between her thighs, working eagerly on her little clit. Her fingers were dripping from the signs of her burning arousal. Still kneeling and gripping the glowing statuette awkwardly, Riella forced her pants to her knees, leaving her wet thighs exposed. Her pussy gaped slightly, seemingly eager for what was about to happen.

The aroused girl, one hand still teasing her clit, slowly moved the shaft across the skin of her inner thigh. The statue seemed to quiver at the touch of her damp flesh. Then, unable to resist, not wanting to resist, she pressed the top of the rod between her nether lips.

"Yes!"

Riella didn't know if she had said it of if it was the voice; she was lost in the sensations the statue was causing. It was quivering fast now, almost humming. The girl mewed softly and thrust the shaft deeper. The tear of her hymen was a brief burst of pain, washed away by the amazing pleasure of the statue.

Soon, she had it fully imbedded within her yearning pussy. She started to roll her hips, pulling the statue out a bit before thrusting it in once more. Combined with the busy fingers of her other hand, she was becoming more and more aroused. She couldn't continue this much longer!

She felt herself coming closer and closer...closer! Oh, gods!

Riella curled over, crying softly as she came. Never had she felt anything like this! At the same moment, the statuette pulsed, magic rippling hard into Riella. The burst of magic curled through the rogue's body, causing another orgasm to spontaneously rip through the girl. It disbursed into her flesh, causing no overt changes but imbuing the girl with a sexual hunger. It also gifted her with magical charms, making any person she desired look upon her with lust. She would have no trouble sating her new, magically inspired desires!

"We are linked now, you and I. Together we will feed on the sexual impulses of those you take to your bed. We will be strong again!"

Riella wasn't quite sure what the voice was saying, but she felt the magical changes within her. She knew that part of the power she took from those she slept with would pass to the statuette. But for what reason, she wondered?

"Wh-why did you do this?" she gasped softly.

"With each lover you take, I will be fed a tiny bit of their life force. After many, many lovers, I will have enough power to return to my true form! I will once again be Morgana, Sister of Lust!"

"S-sister of lust? What do you mean?" Riella was becoming shocked at what she might have done. Was there a way out?

"Sister of Lust, my precious one. I am a Succubus! A demonic temptress forced into this shape by a hated mage that was able to resist me. Now, after all these years, I have the means to escape!" The voice changed, sounded a bit amused. "With your help, of course, little one!"

The girl forced herself up to her knees, staring at the shaft in horror. A demon! A Succubus! But what was she to do?

"You will be unable to resist me, my sweet. It will take more than your pitiful will to defeat me!" The voice went silent.

"No!" Riella raised the statue, preparing to throw it against the wall and shatter it. With a flicker, she felt the shaft vanish, appearing once more within the cabinet. The stylized doors swung silently shut. Even through her dispair, the girl felt an agonizing yearning to touch the shaft once more.

"Riella!"

Startled, the girl groped for her britches, still around her ankles. Quickly she did up her leathers, then rushed out of the tiny room. She sprinted through the tapestry room, feeling her blood rush once more as she caught a brief glimpse of the images on display, before slipping into the lady's boudoir. She was breathing hard, back against the door, when Halli entered the room.

"What the blazes did you think you were doing girl!" The tawny-haired halfling was truly pissed off, the girl saw. "When I signaled you to follow, I meant for you to come along behind us! Not traipse off and go exploring on your own! You don't know what's going on here!" Oh, Riella knew all right. Probably better than Halli!

Halli continued, telling Riella what had happened to the others. Some trick of the demon's, Riella knew, but nothing compared to what had happened to her! From what the little halfling was saying, Geral had a couple Remove Curse spells that he could pray for. Once Winona was cured, she would be able to do the same. In a couple days all of those infected would be cured, and the Foxes could continue on to Bellin.

All cured, Riella thought in despair, all but me!

The End

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