Exalted: Orgiastic Triumph of the Chosen

[HookerBoots]

Whimpering, Ivory Dawn nodded as she felt Rilka slide into her well-used ass. "Yes, Mistress," she breathed, arching her back as her ass spread - probably not as much as Rilka wanted it to, but that was what the bitch got for having her demons fuck the hole first. "God, please, fuck me senseless!"

Rilak laughed beneath her, hands reaching up to grope her generous tits. "Eager little whore, she wants it so much!" He thrust up into her again, pounding his hips against hers as his sister pulled back. The satrap slapped each tit he held, lifting his head to nip at the skin of her neck, his teeth pricking her skin in a way that seemed terribly mild in comparison to everything that she'd had done to her already. "Your sweat and fear taste amazing," he whispered viciously, biting her ear firmly.

The sorceress buried in Ivory Dawn's pussy grinned at her, the pleasure and madness on her face evident. "Such a nasty set of holes! Dragons, such a slut for us to use!" She leaned forward, grinding her hips into the redhead's pussy hard. She felt amazing, even after all the cocks that had been inside of her just tonight.

A hard hand slapped Ivory Dawn's face, delicate nails raking over her skin. "Tell me what you like, whore!" Rilka snapped, grabbing another hank of copper hair and pulling her head back. "Fucking beg me for more, you gods-damned cunt!"

 

[Armphid]

Word had apparently spread of the Dragon-Blooded visitors and their extreme desire to be left alone. It was a bit unnerving for Gunesh, really. A manse inhabited by the satrap, his Dragon Blooded sorceress sister, as well as their friends, should be packed with servants and hangers-on. It should be almost be impossible to even move without running into some obsequies toady.

But the halls were almost empty. Deceptively so, the servants would not dared to actually leave; they were just cowering in their quarters, the kitchens, and the stables, and praying to every god they knew and the Immaculate Dragons that the wrath of either the masters of the house nor their guests would fall on them. A few of the braver, or more expendable, staff were out of the way but where they could be seen or hailed if needed, but they quickly retreated once the group of Exalts passed.

Nevertheless, it have the whole place a sense of quiet dread and urgency. Each footfall of the companions sounded like a tiny cacophony as they moved through the richly decorated and ancient halls of the manse. Before long, they passed into a section that was fully deserted. The magical lights that normally burned brightly and merrily were dimmed here; as if to avoid waking some grim sleeper.

At the end of the wing was a lone door and standing before it with an expression of immense boredom and irritation was a massive, burly beast with fur the color or fresh shed blood and horn-like spikes erupting on its' heavy brow and down both arms. The demon blinked, seeing the group approaching and began a warning snarl.

Scarlet struck first, leaping high in an arc of singing swords and harmonious armor that ended in a pained howl as her twin blades bit deep into the stunned demon. Triumphant Mantis dove low and to the left, lashing out with her gleaming golden daiklaive and sending a sizzling spurt of demonic ichor across the wall behind the beast. It staggered back against the door and barely had time to blink before a bast overhead blow of Hope blew the monster's body apart into wisps of Essence, the Malfean beast dematerializing as the combined assault rent it's material form asunder.

Gunesh quirked his brow, "That was quick. Nice work all. This part though...is all up to me." He stepped up to the door, not touching it but just looking closely at the markings and paper decorations bent together and placed across it. "Strong stuff, cousin. On both sides, but mostly inward...well." He looked back at the others, "I'm going to take the direct approach here, so you all might want to stand back and get ready in case something comes out swinging."

The Twilight Solar drew himself up to his full height and squared his shoulders, his arms raising and crossing in a gesture of denial and repulsion. Power swelled about him, swirling motes of many colors whirling together before flowing down to form a tight circle about him, complex character forming and shifting within it, before all of it turned a brilliant emerald green. He thrust his guarding hands out towards the door and spoke three words that rang the heads of those who heard but slipped from memory and thought almost as soon as they registered.

The paper ropes and braided, ink dappled prayer strips burst into emerald flames and charred away into ash. Gunesh stepped back from the door, wary but his eyes alight, "In case something's in there, let's give it a minute to come out before going in after, shall we?"