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Brazier of Faces

"Ughh...ahhh...n-no...", Alystin cries out as the thick shaft pounds into her sopping cunt again. Her body is slick with sweat, the heat rising from the lava pool far below making the ordeal of this precarious perch even worse. Her sore feet dig into the horizontal grooves of the cool marble as she struggles to keep from falling, all the while cruelly impaled by a carefully carved marble phallus protruding from the pillar. Reaching back, she groans again, fighting the feeling of the violation, the way the shaft seems to be trying to throw her off, to plummet to her death into the lava. It's only been a few minutes, but it feels like hours that she's been here, clinging desperately to the slippery marble. Even the magic of her anklet, the spiderclimb effect that would normally allow her bare feet and hands to stick to even the smoothest surface, doesn't seem be doing anything.

The tingling effect caused by using the anklet's magick is making the experience worse, as well, but except for her kris and lockpicks, the rest of her gear has fallen to a fiery destruction. Gasping as the shaft retracts almost fully, that in itself nearly causing her to fall, before it slams back into her hard, painfully good, making her pussy respond with more honey, Alystin tries again to reach the only other asset she can find. Leaning over towards one of the other two shafts she can see, whimpering at the agonizing angle her inanimate rapist is now attacking her from, she manages to brush the worn leather belt with her fingers. She doesn't quite grab it though, sobbing as the belt teases her, cracked leather swinging away from her touch.

If she could only just reach it; her tear filled eyes move to the partially opened trap door above her, the one she slid through. If she hadn't felt it herself, the way she seemed to be nudged as she feel through the trap door after the slide, she wouldn't believe it herself that she had wound up mounted on a marble cock, attached to a pillar, over a pool of lava. It had punched right through the crotch of her tight bodysuit on impact, making her scream in agony as it filled her instantly. Curious thing, she thinks, is that it didn't hurt as much as you'd think something like that would. Moaning, the relentless pounding driving her closer to orgasm, at least it gets more bearable as she gets wetter, she tries to reach the belt again, nearly getting it this time as she tries to grab it as it swings closer, but she misses.

Just a couple of hours ago she had finished the climb, reaching the mountaintop guard post, which was right where it was supposed to be, and been elated to find that it did indeed still allow access to the ancient dwarven fort. The first two levels were easy, just vermin and the odd pile of two thousand year old dwarven bones to avoid, but then she'd gained entry to the Vault. Another level, rife with traps, and then into what this ancient place was created to guard, one of the most important and powerful temples ever built to Va'ashera, daemon lord of carnal pleasures. 'Should have stood my ground; told my dear mother to go stuff herself...she'd never send one my priestess sisters on some fool errand...but this is more for Nathrae, really, after all. She managed to convince Mother we need it...well, we do.' Alystin is surprised she manages to chuckle inwardly at that.

The shaft seems to be picking up the pace, forcing Alystin to react accordingly, her breathing sharp, pussy hot and tight around the thick marble. Across from her she can see that there is a modest ledge at about eye level with the high peaks of her bouncing, edged with ugly little daemons with oversize penises, and it seems to go back a ways, perhaps even to a tunnel...all she has to do is reach it, this ledge some twelve feet away, the wall there sloping away towards the lava below. And that damn belt is the key; with another painful grunt, Alystin tries for it yet again...

'Nathrae better be right...this damned "Brazier of Faces" better be worth all this...' this is the item of power Alystin is seeking. Legend says the user can access great powers of seeing and foretelling with the right rituals and materials, and the ability to reach into far away locations seen in the smoke and cast spells at those locals. It is also purported, or so says Alystin's sister, to be a great aid in enchanting, again with the correct rituals and burned materials, certain types of items.

"Aahh! Got it! Ye-augh--ugh!" This time she got it! Grabbed the belt on it's return swing, but only just in time to feel the prick violating her swell obscenely, red marble spreading the smooth obsidian lips of her dripping cunt as the shaft throbs. Groaning, Alystin feels the marble heating inside her, going from cool to warm alarmingly fast. Again the pace of the violation seems to increase, and it's all Alystin can do not to be thrown off as she begins swinging the belt, eyes on the still slightly ajar trap door. A pressure against her sore and violated crotch draws her attention down again momentarily, eyes finding a huge bulge moving up the shaft, now forcing it's way painfully into her sex. A moment after she sees it, she can feel the intense heat of it through the marble, a painful heat burning her quim...

With the accuracy only the truly desperate can achieve, Alystin digs her feet into the pillar and launches herself off the marble prick, out into the air over the lava, and swinging out with the looped belt! It almost seems a miracle when it catches, falling over one of the little daemon statuettes. Almost immediately the cracked leather belt breaks, almost shattering it's so dry from untold years in this heat, but Alystin is already swinging towards the wall, her momentum successfully shifted by even that momentary catch, and this time the anklet's magick works!

Alystin's bare feet and hands stick to the outer wall where she hits, just a few feet down from the ledge despite the slope. Breathing heavily, she takes a moment to rest, shifting uncomfortably because of her sore and abused cunt, and maybe just a little, she has to admit to herself, because she didn't get off. The tingling seems to be centering around her crotch, sharpening the feeling of arousal. Stopping the use of the Lover's Lock anklet's powers will stop the tingling, so Alystin finds the strength to climb, up and over the well hung little daemons only to find they are the top of a four foot high wall. Mentally shutting down the spiderclimb, relieved to feel the tingling cease, Alystin lets herself fall to the floor of the little balcony, where she leans back against the cool stone.

After resting for a few minutes, during which she found her fingers wandering repeatedly to her unsatisfied pussy, Alystin checks over what's left of her gear: kris on her right thigh, good; can't lose that. Her lockpicks are still there on her left thigh. The rest of her gear, which was almost all attached to her backpack, is gone. Her belt caught and the buckle broke somewhere during the slide, for that moment she thought she was saved, but she wasn't and everything else went into the lava. And there's a nice hole in the crotch of her bodysuit. Well, she does have extra clothes with her climbing and sleeping gear back at the entrance.

Picking herself up, Alystin goes to investigate the rest of the balcony, and sure enough there is a passage heading away from the lava. *

The ancient temple halls grow more decorative as Alystin ventures further towards the heart. Though the walls themselves are bare and simple pink and red marbles, every passage and intersection is framed by elaborate pillars. The intersections are all relatively standard, though they get more...graphic, further in. Exquistely detailed scenes around doorframes, even upon a quick examination of the room beyond, seem to indicate the purpose of the chamber; in a couple of cases they're almost enough to make a drow blush.

Quietly making her way down a high, wide hall, Alystin approaches a large ornate set of double doors. Pillars line the hall, evenly spaced at twelve foot intervals, more elaborate then any previous, with intricate orgy scenes carved from floor to ceiling. Reaching the doors, two huge slabs of stone, covered in a relief like the carvings on the pillars, centered around an evil, wolf-headed, winged humanoid that is split down the middle by the seam of the doors. Va'ashera, one side male, a massive prick hanging against its right thigh, the other female, with one bared breast. Large gold rings, one "held" in each of Va'ashera's hands, are chains of people of all races and genders, performing oral favours for each other.

Examining the door carefully, Alystin identifies several warding runes, but none of them look to be anything one the Unseen would need to be worried about. Grabbing one of the rings, she gives a mighty heave and the doors begins to move. As soon as the doors seperate Alystin feels a burst of magic wash over her, making her tingle momentarily as her tattoo prevents the effects from reaching her.

Stepping around the door, she stops suddenly, her trained eye catching the shapes of runes carved along the inside edge of the huge doors. The only reason there would be runes there, she thinks, is if they are set off by the doors opening. Looking around carefully, behind and then into the room ahead, Alystin can see nothing that would seem to have changed, no threats, and she's sure her wards were effective.

Smooth and silent, she slips into the chamber, taking cover behind the first large pillar. This room is even larger than the entry hall, a vast hexagonal shape lit by everburning braziers, covered with an elaborately mosaicked dome showing a scene of Va'ashera revealing secrets of passion to an orgy of followers. The pillar Alystin is hiding behind is like the ones outside, and here again they line the chamber on either side all the way to a massive statue of the daemon lord opposite the doors. And there at its feet is what appears to be a wide, shallow bowl, what must certainly be the Brazier of Faces.

Looking around carefully, Alystin determines she is alone here; one can never be too certain in these ancient ruins, and it wouldn't be the first time in Alystin's career that there was a lurking guardian daemon. Edging around the pillar, eyes wary for leftover magickal or mundane traps, even though these things are very rare among the inner sanctum of a temple, she makes her way towards the statue at the far end of the hall, keeping close to the pillars for cover.

Eighteen pillars on either side, she counts, totalling thirty-six. Keeping her red eyes on the statue of the daemon lord, the sexy drow is at about pillar number fifteen when she swears the statues head turns to leer at her. Shocked - it must have been a trick, right? - Alystin pauses, trying to be sure of what she has just seen. But before she can tell, the brazier directly in front of her, and five more around the room, flare into lurid pink flames, turning to silver as a massive silver furred creature dives straight at her!

Reacting instantly, Alystin draws her kris and stabs at the thing charging her while she tries to duck underneath. She hears a pained yowl and feels the jarring impact up her arm as her blade sinks deep into the creatures flesh, digging into bone, but its weight drags her down and she lands hard on her back. Alystin loses the kris as the creature, miraculously not dead from the poison instantly, limps away a few paces before collapsing, the wound around the kris smouldering with pink smoke; only extra-planar creatures, such as daemons, have such unusual reactions to the venomous weapon, though it's still always fatal. Quickly springing to her feet, Alystin is about to go for her dagger when another of the creatures leaps into her path, knocking her back with it's muscular silver flank.

Staggering back a few steps, Alystin finally gets a look at her assailants: daemonic wolves are everywhere, rushing from all sides! Like worgs, the same size, but their fur is a thick silver, and their eyes are icy blue, and if anything even more malevolent. They circle around Alystin, half a dozen, less the dead one, by her quick count, sniffing the air, exchanging looks with each other. Then they begin to growl.

Shaking, Alystin turns frantically, this way then that, wishing desperately that she still had hold of her kris, while trying to figure out where the attack will come from. Just then a sharp yelp behind her gets her attention and she turns towards it automatically, away from the true attacker! Paws hit her shoulders and she tumbles forward, her excellent reflexes allowing her to come to a stand right from a roll, but she's stopped, bouncing off one of the huge beasts as she stands, ending up flat on her back.

They circle tighter, muzzles drinking in her scent, sharp teeth gleaming as they snarl at her. Alystin is sure she is to be devoured, but still they just circle for a few moments, before the largest one snaps at her hip! She starts, but not quick enough...but she only feels the teeth brush against her sensitive flesh as they slice easily through the fabric of her bodysuit. More of the silver wolves dive in, all of them centered around her waist, razor-sharp teeth snapping, none of them more than a whisper against her. When they are done, her bodysuit is torn away from her waist to mid-thigh, ending an inch above the straps of her thigh-packed picks and dagger sheath, leaving just her crotch bare. As they retreat, their baleful eyes full of cruelty and wicked promises, Alystin notices for the first time that each of the beasts has a huge, ugly purple dick sliding from it's sheath between their legs.

Her red eyes growing wide with fear, she jumps to her feet and tries to break for the door, dodging past two of the wolves before a third slams into her, sending her sprawling. Scrambling, she has just gotten to her hands and knees when a huge pair of paws push her shoulders to the floor; with an accompanying scream Alystin realizes the position she's now in, ass high in the air, just as a rough tongue takes a long lick of her hairless quim. The beast pinning her shoulders seems to be at her side, and it dips it's muzzle low, for all the world grinning at her before licking her cheek and then nipping the pointed tip of her sensitive ear.

"N-no...please..." Alystin gasps, struggling against the much more powerful wolf-daemon to no avail. Shifting her hips, she tries to avoid the probing tongue lapping at her pussy juices, but this only seems to excite the creature. Trying something else, the helpless drow tries to lower herself so she's lying flat on her belly, but this gets her an angry snarl and the needle point touch of those sharp teeth against her delicate sex. Whimpering, she watches the other wolves circle her, their exposed cocks dangling wet and lewdly, waiting for their opportunity. The long pink tongue continues to assault her defenseless labia, roughly drawing more honey from Alystin's reluctant body as it probes deep between her obsidian lips, pushing it's way inside, making her squirm against the violation.

Then the one pinning her shoulder suddenly leaves, and is instantly replaced with another set of paws just as the tongue leaves her pussy. She feels more weight on her shoulders, at the same time something hot and sticky brushes her firm ass, poking almost randomly until, with a sudden sharp thrust, it finds her wet cunt and plunges inside! She screams as just the first couple inches of the thick shaft push in, prying her tight walls apart forcefully! The big pack leader withdraws slightly, growling at its new bitch as it drives forward, nailing her hard and making her scream again as it gets more of its purple shaft inside the obsidian beauty. Pistoning like mad, the pack leader takes her with ferocious power and speed, eventually shoving its entire brutal length into her tight little hole.

Over and over it jackhammers Alystin's pussy, the animals' power reducing her to nothing more than a rag doll it's impaled as it slams her around for what seems to her to be hours, but as always, her body begins responding. Her pussy lubricates more, her juices flowing freely around the engorged cock violating her as she feels the familiar sensations of her impending orgasm. Whimpering more as her body revolts against her mind, she moans uncontrolably as the rape continues. 'I'm cursed! I'm being raped by a daemonic wolf...only the first one, too...' the thoughts enter her mind and she shudders, knowing this is only the first part of this ordeal. Then the pressure of something larger pushing against her abused sex makes her look back, and again a huge round bulge is pushing it's way into her, only this time she has nowhere to jump! She screams and struggles violently as the wolves' knot stretches her to her limits, the pack leader pumping her furiously to get its load inside her! With a pained grunt she feels the horrible bulge force it's way inside, this the final violation needed to push her battered libido over the edge and into her own incredible orgasm!

Opening her mouth to scream with her orgasm, as the pack leaders knot discharges its jizz into her belly, Alystin is rewarded by a thick veined cock choking off the noise by stabbing into her open throat. Eyes open wide in terror to find themselves staring at a softly furred abdomen, Alystin gagging before the penis is withdrawn slightly, just enough for her to take a gasping breath before it slams back in. Desperate, she tries to bite down hard, but to her teeth the skin feels like a spongy covering over solid stone; mortal weapons never work against daemonic flesh, she recalls.

The wolf raping her mouth, it's throbbing member sliding in and out between her lovely full lips, shifts up slightly as the paws are removed from her shoulders. Alystin sobs and chokes around its cock as the pack leader turns sideways and lays down, pulling her along painfully as its still inflated knot buried in her tight pussy ties her to it. She's forced up onto her hands as the pack leader settles and the daemon in front hammers into her mouth harder and harder.

A rough tongue licks her rear, right from her stuffed quim and up over her cute little asshole. Alystin whimpers as the wet tongue lingers over the tight star, leaving a moist pool of drool to cool and run down the crack of her ass. Her legs are forced even further apart as three huge silver wolves adjust themselves to share their little obsidian skinned bitch. The newest one gets itself into position, one hind leg on either side of Alystin's hips and splayed legs, both forelegs next to her right shoulder, as its probing dick pokes around for her anus. Her head is turned, right cheek up, as the daemon she's forced to pleasure with her mouth is lined up along her left flank, pumping its meat into her pretty mouth.

Alystin screams as the wolf mounting her bull's-eyes its target, driving its thick shaft an inch into her rectum. The wolf in her mouth gingerly takes her left ankle between its teeth, spreading her just a bit more to aid its pack mate in anally violating the sexy drow assassin. Driving forward, over and over, her anal rapist forces inch after painful inch up her butt, each thrust eliciting a pitiful sob from Alystin, until it finally manages to get itself balls-deep into her. Then it really begins to ride her tortured ass hard, sliding almost fully out and slamming back in with authority on each thrust!

Her pussy stuffed with a still deflating knot, Alystin cries openly, tears rolling down her cheeks as the two large silver wolves fuck either end of her body. Right in front of her eyes she can see the swelling of the knot in the penis jackhammering her mouth. She panics, knowing full well there is just no way her jaw will open enough to allow that thing in, but as the one behind her continues its brutal sodomization, she finds she doesn't need to worry about that. The cock in her mouth is withdrawn as the knot touches her teeth, and suddenly streamer after streamer of gooey cum spurts from it, several finding her gasping mouth, but many, many more paint her pretty dark face with glistening white spunk. She hangs her head as the wolf wanders away, coughing and choking on its jizz as she catches her breath between grunts and sobs.

The wolf mounting her fucks her sweet ass long and hard, going until the pack leader is finally able to withdraw its cock from Alystin's cunt. She cries out yet again as the beast raping her rectum grasps the back of her neck in its jaws delicately, rolling over onto its side, and then almost onto its back. She screams as the rock hard cock viciously penetrating her ass acts as a painful lever, forcing her to lie on her back on top of the wolf. Alystin's obsidian skin, and the remants of her black bodysuit still covering her legs and torso, contrast her against the soft silver fur of the wolfs belly. With another grunt, Alystin is able to get her right foot onto the ground, helping to stabalize her as the daemon wriggles underneath her, the erratic movements of its cock deep in her anus driving her even closer to another orgasmic peak...

But before Alystin has another humilitating orgasm, the two remaining wolves move in. First she feels the teeth leave her neck, then sees another wolf taking its position above her, thrusting its member into her mouth. She chokes on this cock as well, as it forces its way between her lips and into her throat. This wolf nudges her left knee over, and only a moment later Alystin finds out why as the last wolf sets itself up and violently penetrates her quim. The three wolves find an alternating rythm, nearly rolling the little dark elf around onto each of their cocks in turn. Alystin has disappeared underneath all this silver fur, trapped by the warm muscular forms as all of her holes are mercilessly impaled, driving the unwilling drow woman to that fresh, mind numbing orgasm she so feared in mere seconds!

Screaming around the cock in her mouth, stuffed full of daemonic animal meat, Alystin can't help cumming and cumming, over and over, as the wolves rape her for what seems to her battered senses to be an eternity. Finally, after Alystin has sworn she could take no more for the thousandth time, the wolves begin to jerk inside her, short sharp stabs as one after the other the daemon-wolves spray their seed over her sore body, none of them leaving thier knots inside her while they cum.

The wolf underneath her slides out, letting Alystin fall onto the cool marble floor, slender body covered with sticky cum. The daemonic beasts pass by her one by one, as if in a procession, the pack leader going first. She manages to open her eyes, mostly out of wonder, as she had been sure the monsters would be tearing the flesh from her bones once they finished violating her, and sees them each incline their heads as they leave. Almost as though it's a gesture of respect.

Lying there, all strength gone from her body, Alystin finds herself so sore she can't even roll over, much less bother to wonder at the wolves behaviour. She aches everywhere, especially her tender ass and tortured pussy, the semen on her skin feeling even worse as it dries in the cool air. Legs splayed apart, one arm out and the other resting across her eyes, Alystin breathes slowly, knowing there is little else she can do, spent as she is.

The light from the braziers grows hazy, dimming into blackness as Alystin passes out.

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Sometime later, Alystin is not at all sure how long, she stirs. With a groan and the sound of popping joints, she manages to lift her torso off the ground, leaning over onto her hands. Her limbs ache, and her pussy and ass are still sore and burning - Alystin wishes with all her might that she could find the burn a bit less pleasant - as she tucks her slim legs under her and slowly gets to her feet.

Looking about, she sees her kris lying on the floor now, the corpse of the one silver wolf with a horrid looking burned gash all along it's underbelly. It looks as if her daggers weight slipped it's way through the flesh, leaving that jagged cut in it's wake. There is nothing else about her now, no sign of the other wolves, just the vast empty hall, and the Brazier of Faces at the foot of Va'ashera's statue.

She picks of her dagger first, relieved to feel the cool grip of it in her hand. After a quick examination of blade, admiring the potent venom leaking from the runes that cover it, Alystin sheaths it.

She grunts a little as she stretches out the kinks of her sore body, stripping off her leggings and top. Her bare breasts bounce in the open air, her nipples growing erect in the cool air. Alystin uses what few scraps of cloth she can find that aren't covered by the wolves cum to wipe down her soiled flesh; 'At least having this much cloth left on me makes cleanup easier...'

With a dismissive flourish, Alystin tosses her torn rags over onto the silver furred corpse, and walks her naked body to the statue. She is pleased to feel the knots and stiffness already leaving her, and she has to admit that the feeling of air on her bare skin is as pleasurable for her as always. Stopping at the foot of the statue, Alystin rests her hands on her slim hip, feet shoulder width apart, and cocks her head to examine the brazier and it's placement without touching it.

The brazier is bronze, a wide shallow basin on six short legs. The outer rim of the lip is wrought with a multitude of faces all seen in profile, save for Va'ahera's face seen straight on, six times. After a few minutes of careful scrutiny, Alystin decides that she can proceed, and picks up the brazier with both hands.

A warm breeze carresses her as she lifts it into the air, the breeze all over, but seeming to slip mostly between her legs, making her ever-ready pussy moisten. Alystin swears she can hear a little laugh, half lusty growl and half musical and feminine, on the breeze. Looking about in alarm, she thinks she sees the fading embers of light wink out in Va'ahsera's eyes, and the statue does look as if it's leer has perhaps shifted a notch closer to a pleased smile...but then Alystin might just be seeing things, she thinks, right?

Taking a step back from the statue in alarm, Alystin is about to look behind her when she feels a tickle on the back of her hand. It's the feeling of some many legged creature crawling quickly, the whispering trace that raises the hairs on the back of ones' neck. This comes so quickly that the laughter, if there really is laughter, is just fading, and Alystin nearly drops the brazier she is so startled. But she holds onto the brazier with her left hand, letting the weight of it fall against her thigh, as she lifts her right hand to see what's running across it...

It's a spider! A black widow spider, and Alystin is very glad she didn't think to dash her hand against something to crush it before looking to see what it was. As she slows down, carefully lifting her hand so the spider is at eye level with her, the spider stops, turning to face her. It's tiny bulbous abdomen is shiny black against the shiny black of Alystin's obsidian skin, and it seems relaxed, it's many eyes watching the drow assassin patiently.

Relaxing herself, Alystin allows a smile at this sign, "I take it then, that you're not planning to bite me, little one?"

Before the echo of her words fades from the walls of the hall, there is a minute shift and a golden light around the spider, as if from nowhere amber flows over it's body and lifts it from the back of Alystin's hand. When the light fades, a flat oval of amber has encased the spider and hardened in moments, still balanced perfectly on the back of Alystin's hand.

Blinking, Alystin flips her hand to palm the spider-in-amber, and with the Brazier of Faces tucked under her arm and held across her ample bossom, the naked drow assassin leaves the hall. Not once does she look back at the statue of the daemon lord, Va'ashera.

The End

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