Exalted: Orgiastic Triumph of the Chosen

[Kinkerhell]

Scarlet shrugged. "We've been kicking around here all evening, and its going to take some time to walk all the way to the palace grounds as it is, especially if we can't use our artifacts or powers to speed things along." She looks down at herself. Her armor is tattered and her cloak gone, but other than that, she's alright. Tired, certainly, but she'd need a good night's sleep to fix that, and they just didn't have the time.

"I say we go as soon as everyone can armor up." She looks at Tor. "You, we're going to have to find a way to hide, or..." an idea struck Scarlet suddenly. She turns to Gunesh. "That armor is pretty grandiose, and the scythe equally so. Its almost impossible to hide them in a such a way that Tor here can still use them when the time comes. So how about we hide him in plain sight?"

Quickly, she sketches out her idea. "If we can cloak him in, say, Tepet colors, he could wear it in as bold as brass, and take us as his retinue. No one in their right mind is going to stop a Prince of the Earth who's garbed like that."

She gestured at the rest of the group. "Then he can take the rest of us in as his retinue. Tepet would be perfect because they're not important enough right now to raise a fuss over," she looked apologetically at Gunesh, "no offense, but too vengeful to be worth stopping."

Scarlet turned to Winds. "If you can change into a horse or a simhata, that'd be perfect. He could literally just ride you in the front gate. Guards are usually on the outside of grounds. Once we get in, we could move with relative impunity. And who would question us, a decadent, rich noble or two, with their consorts or with beautiful slaves to sell to the Cynis? Gunesh can carry my blades in and we can put your Daiklave, Tri, on Tor's hip, then retrieve them once inside."

 

[Armphid]

Tor paled. Him? Play a scion of the Scarlet Dynasty?

Gunesh and Tri however were staring at Scarlet as though they had seen her for the first time and she was wearing a live marmot on her head. Gunesh recovered first, "That's...brilliant. Genius! Why didn't I...yes, it can work. It can definitely work. Scarlet, I could kiss you, you magnificent girl!"

The younger man looked profoundly dubious, "Uh, I don't think that anyone would believe I'm someone so...splendid and lordly."

Tri shook her head, "No, she's right. In some of Gunesh's clothes with your armor, you'd look the part and even if you didn't look quite right, you'd look far too dangerous to argue with."

The artificer nodded, "And I'll do all the talking for you, or Tri will, all you would have to do is sit there and look like you'll start striking off heads if we're delayed too long."

Tor still looked skeptical but he nodded, "If you think I can do it then...it'd get us inside and maybe even give us some time before we got discovered. If Roaring Winds is all right with it, then agreed."

Tri looked over at him, "What do you say? It's also possible we could use one of our horses too, we don't wish to insult you." Though one of their horses wouldn't look like a horse of good enough quality for someone of House Tepet. But she wasn't about to start off any kind of tension or fray over anyone's pride, not after the way the rest of the evening had gone.

 

[HookerBoots]

There was a moment of stunned panic. Ivory Dawn blinked up at the woman owlishly, her eyes wide in what she prayed was a confused expression. "I . . . what? What do you mean?"

Rilka laughed, a humorless sound. "Don't lie, pretty." She held out one hand roughly shoulder-high, and a large red ape appeared. "My pets can tell what you are, Anathema," she said, fondly touching the beast's shoulder. "Go away for now," she said, without looking, and the blood ape vanished slowly, its glowing, blood-red eyes staring at Ivory Dawn's prone form as it did.

Ivory Dawn struggled against the chains, more show than force - she could rip these out of the wall with almost no effort, and strangle them both with their own toys, but she needed time. The others were coming, they had to be, and she just needed to stall. "I don't . . . I'm not what you say!" she said desperately, aware that there was no way they'd buy it. She'd even seen the damned things manifest and not thought of what it meant. Stupid, stupid to think she was smarter than her enemies.

The Satrap blinked slowly, then grinned. "Rilka, you didn't even say our guest was special." He laughed cruelly, running a finger down Ivory Dawn's side. "No wonder she wasn't crying - they say the Children of the Sun are tougher and stronger than we are."

"But not smarter, clearly," the sorceress said with a smirk. "That's why I insisted she come with us. We couldn't let one such as her run free. That creature, whatever it was, was probably one of her familiars." She leaned forward, stroking a hand down Ivory Dawn's face. "Stop lying to us," she snapped, slapping the dancer sharply across the face. "We know what you are, and you're ours now."

Ivory Dawn stopped struggling, letting the chains clink as the tension on them lessened. She looked up at both of them with hard eyes, feeling where Rilka had slapped her - unless the woman wasn't using her full strength, she wasn't nearly so tough as she wanted to seem. "Fine," she said softly. "Fine. Yes, I am what you say." She looked at them apathetically. "You'll kill me now, I guess. That's what the Empire does, isn't it?" They wouldn't kill her; if they were going to, they'd have done it already.

Rilak sat on the bed, his face doing a good job of looking concerned. "No, of course not." He reached up and grabbed her chin hard. "I wouldn't dream of killing you. Imagine how great my reward will be once you're tamed!" He smiled at her, and she became even more aware of his madness. Neither of them was sane, not even a little. "I'll be the most favored scion of my house, of the Empire. And you, my sweet little Anathema, will be more than eager to show them what a good girl you are."

She shook her head - or tried to. "You can't break me!" Her eyes were wide. "No, you won't be able to! I'm the Chosen of the Unconquered Sun!"

"She sounds so sure!" Rilka laughed, a sound like bells chiming. "Foolish Lawgiver, you have no idea what we're capable of." She moved over to the chair and sat down, one leg draped over one of the arms. "Go ahead, brother," she said, moving one hand to her sex. "Take her as hard as you like - even if you can't hurt her, you can at least enjoy her the way you always want to."

He licked his lips and nodded. "That's an excellent idea," he said softly, releasing Ivory Dawn's chin and moving to the foot of the bed again. "I know you liked it before," he said, stroking his cock over her pussy a few times before slamming it all the way in with one stroke and starting to fuck her brutally hard. "Imagine how delicious it will be now that I don't have to hold back!" he breathed, slapping her right breast hard enough to leave a red mark.

She whimpered a bit, biting her lower lip - hopefully it looked like an effort not to cry out in pain. She didn't mind it rough, and since she'd Exalted, her tolerance for roughness had grown a thousandfold. They might be able to rough her up a bit, but Cunning Starfire had only left bruises; neither of them, as far as she could tell, was as powerful as Tor's Lunar mate. "Won't . . . won't work," she panted, trying not to show how much she was enjoying it. It did feel good, harder than she normally liked, but still so hot and thick, spreading her open. They wanted to hurt her, drive her over the edge to where she was panting and begging for them to stop, or to give her more, and she wouldn't let them think that it was easy.

Better to make them think they'd worked for it; it was more believable.

"Of course it will," Rilka said, her fingers toying with her hairless slit as she watched her brother fuck Ivory Dawn with abandon. "It always works; you just might take longer to break." She moaned softly, one finger slipping inside. "Makes it even sweeter," the dark-haired woman said, licking her lips as Rilak pinched and twisted both of Ivory Dawn's nipple, making the copper-haired captive gasp.

 

[SwordsOfTheDane]

Roaring Winds grinned, and it was a disturbing thing to behold. He nodded his head once to the plan. "I've got a horse in my library of shapes. If it will get this plan moving fast and it will keep us from being discovered until the grounds are red and rent, I have no issue with it." He looked over at Tor, still grinning like a cheshire cat. "Just don't spur me. When I am a horse, I am similar to how I am in other forms, Light in coloration with yellowed eyes." He let his grin subside, Scarlet's plan was very inspired, he was oddly proud of her. "I feel we need to act as quickly as possible, but if rest is needed, then it is needed."

 

[Armphid]

Tor wasn't sure he was all right with riding the other man as an animal but Roaring Winds seemed as excited about the idea as the rest of them. He sighed, and nodded, "All right then, we have a plan."

Gunesh clapped him on the shoulder. "I'll grab some things from my room, luckily I left with plenty of clothes in all the right colors and styles of a few months ago. The dating will be just right for an unknown cousin breezing in from further out in the Threshold." He strode from the room.

Tri looked down at herself and pursed her lips, "I probably won't be able to wear this if I'm to be one of Tor's consorts." The young man blushed furiously as she mused, his eyes going over her and Scarlet. "We'll have to fit my armor in a saddle bag; I might go in there mostly naked but I'll want something most substantial between me and demons or Dragon Blooded."

She glanced at the young peasant and grinned wickedly, "I know you'll like at least part of this idea." Then she looked over at Roaring Winds, "It'll take a little time to get arranged properly but once that's done, we'll go. While rest might do us good, this particular plan is best done now while the satrap is likely to be occupied with his new "guest" and the guards at the gate won't want to disturb him."

Tor coughed, "Yes, I, uh, will like the consort part," he said with an attempted smile. "Uh, I mean, not that you will be, but Scarlet and you will look like it and that's great. For me." He sighed. "...I'm going to go and meet Gunesh so he can make me look the part. Excuse me."

"Where did that boy grow up to be so repressed," Tri mused again as Tor all but ran out of the room. "Scarlet, dear, will you help me choose something slutty yet functional from my wardrobe?"

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Rilak laughed and lashed out with a vicious back handed slap to one Ivory Dawn's bouncing tits, striking the other just as hard on a return stroke, "Glorious! Fucking a Dragons damned Anathema bitch! What a find! And, oh, sister, you should feel this cunt! She's wetter than before, loving every second, aren't you, whore?"

"We knew that she would. Did she, I wonder?" Rilka had slipped off if Ivory Dawn after biting each of her nipples hard enough to leave a mark, for the moment at least, and had walked to one of the apparently plain walls. Passing a hand over it had opened a hidden closet filled with a variety of chains and clamps and collars and brands and a number of other tools and toys.

The satrap laughed again before delivering another brutal slap to the dancer's flat belly. His sister returned and smiled at Ivory Dawn as her brother grabbed the redhead's hair and slammed her head down against the bedframe before turning her head to look at Rilka; holding her to look in the direction they wanted.

Rilka licked her lips, "Now, Sun Slut, we're going to see how smart you are." On the nightstand in front of Ivory Dawn's eyes, she set a large and smooth phallus made of some kind of glazed ceramic. It was about nine inches long and was two wide at the base, tapering slightly as it went on. "If you're good and tell us about your friends, and then beg the superior Dragon Blooded for mercy, I'll shove this one in your little ass to start your stretching."

Her smile grew wider, "If I don't think you've been polite enough or begged well enough, then I'll use this one." The next dildo was a full foot in length and likely five inches in diameter, the tip narrowing to three. It was also made of wood and had obviously been long used, it's surface rough. Rilka ran a hand down it and feigned a wince, pulling her hand back and plucking a rather large splinter out from where it had snagged in her skin. She winked.

Then her smile grew wickedly predatory, "But if you're rude, or decide not to tell us, then I'll use this one." The last of the phalli presented looked to be made of rust pitted iron; it was about fifteen inches long and four inches thick, both ends blunted and not tapering at all. It had odd bumps and raised ridges all over it. Rilka ran a finger down one of them and then lifted it for Ivory Dawn's inspection so she could see the scratch it had left on the sorceress' otherwise flawless skin.

"I'll leave them here for you to look at so you can decide," she went on, turning back to the closet and pulling out a few bronze chains and clamps, "But once my brother cums, you'll have to choose. Think very carefully."

 

[HookerBoots]

Ivory Dawn tried to sneer at Rilka as she showed of what was actually a fairly impressive set of toys; of course, if anyone could afford a panoply of perverted items, it was House Cynis. But the threats the woman was using were weak at best, though they'd no doubt terrified other captives in the past. "I'm alone! I was just passing through," she gasped, wincing a little as Rilak grabbed one of her breasts in a crushing grip. "I swear!"

He laughed, shoving himself into her so hard that she might actually have been split open if she'd been a normal girl. "I love when they lie," he growled, reaching up to slap her face again. "Looks like someone gets the iron toy tonight."

"It seems that way," his sister said, toying absently with her nipples. "Such a bad little slut - normally, I'd give you another chance, but you're supposed to be better than us, aren't you?" She scowled, her eyes dark with hatred. "Stronger, tougher, more noble." She pulled a flail made of hard leather from the wall cabinet and swung it a few times. "Isn't that what your little friend's temple says?" Rilka pulled back her hand and dropped it, swinging the flail. The tails cracked over Ivory Dawn's tender breasts in rapid succession. "You should know better than to lie."

The flail hurt - the leather was stiff, and clearly by design; there were also only a handful of the tails attached, which made the force of each one more intense. The stroke had left a group of little red marks on the dancer's pale skin, and her eyes were closed for a moment as she tried to control herself. She'd killed men who'd done less to her, and killed them badly. But she needed more time. "'m not . . . lying," she gasped, her breathing coming in short bursts.

Groaning, Rilak pushed into her again, his motions erratic as he neared his climax. "Fucking hot little . . . Dragons, break you . . . make you my fuck toy . . . fuuuuuck!" He gripped her hips hard, pumping her full of his cum again, groaning as his back arched. When the last few drops were inside of her, he pulled out and leaned against the bed for a moment. "Empress's cunt, I haven't felt this good in years!"

Rilka pouted. "I'm insulted, brother!" she said sulkily, swinging the flail absently against one leg. "Now, Sun-whore, I said I'd let you decide when he came, so I'll be nice and give you the chance to change your fate."

Ivory Dawn looked up at her, a glob of hot cum oozing out of her pussy and onto the bed. "I've been . . . tortured by professionals, My Lady," she said, her eyes hard. They both seemed pleased for a moment, but then she went on. "You and your brother may be nasty, cruel bastards for the Scarlet Dynasty, but you've got nothing on the Fair Folk." The beautiful Exalted smirked at them. "They couldn't break me; you sure as the Sun can't."

The words had the result she'd anticipated. They both turned red-faced, fists clenching and eyes darkening. Rilak stepped forward, his fist raised, but his sister stepped in, catching his wrist. "No, brother. This isn't what we need." He glared at her, and she smiled. "Trust me."

"Fine," he said shortly, turning to stand by the bed, glowering down at Ivory Dawn.

"Since that's how you want to be," the sorceress said, moving to where she'd placed the dildos, "I suppose we'll have to start the hard way." She grabbed the thick, iron shaft and hefted it. "Grab her legs," she said shortly, and a blood ape appeared at the foot of the bed, its hard hands gripping Ivory Dawn's legs at the ankles and lifting them over its head.

Rilka moved to the foot of the bed, brandishing the shaft. "This will help, I think." As she placed the rough, thick shaft at Ivory Dawn's asshole, she looked at the girl with a bright smile. "I really can't wait until you give in to us; you'll be a marvelous pet," she said, shoving forward with all of her strength on the last word.

It hurt; it hurt more than anything in her near memory. Ivory Dawn's back arched, and she made a sound between a scream and a moan; it hurt, but not as much as anything the Fair Ones had done to her. "Uggggggh! Ahhhhhh, shit," she gasped in a high, breathless voice, her hands clenching in the air.

"All right," Rilak said, grinning down at her. "Time for something else." He looked at his sister, who grinned back. "I'll fuck her face. If you don't mind. . . .?"

"Of course not." Rilka gestured at the ape holding Ivory Dawn's legs, and it looked at its master for a moment.

It said something in Old Realm, its voice a low, gravelly growl over the fluid syllables. She nodded, and the ape grinned, showing an assortment of sharp teeth decorated with clotted blood. "Good," it said haltingly in Low Realm, moving between the pale-skinned dancer's legs. "Not have whore in long time," it said, shifting its grip on her legs so that both of them were straight up, making both of Ivory Dawn's holes tighter than before. Using the free hand, the blood ape reached down, stroking its massive, blood-red cock to further hardness, looking as the Satrap grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, pressing his cock against her mouth.

"Suck it, bitch," he growled at her, jerking her face towards his groin. "Do her as hard as you want," he said over his shoulder to the ape as the head of his cock slipped past her lips. "She can take it, and even if she can't . . . all to the good."

The ape nodded, growing harder as he watched the Dragon-blood start to force his dick down Ivory Dawn's throat. Finally all the way erect, the demon let out a cry that was pure animal lust and pushed into the dancer's well-used cunt.

 

[Kinkerhell]

Scarlet pored over Tri's closet as the blonde woman was picking this, that and the other thing. An uninformed observer would think them two flighty young women preparing for a ball, rather than exalts preparing for a raid, at least until they took in the weapons and armor strewn about the room. They stood nude in front of the large closet that held Tri's more provocative clothing. Tri's skin prickled with gooseflesh. Scarlet's as ever, didn't react to the temperature.

Scarlet looked Tri's tanned body up and down and as the other woman stood on tiptoe to get a pair of shoes off a shelf, the motion stretching out the lines of her body, making her large breasts rise and her toned ass stick out. Scarlet almost reached out to touch her, she was so magnificent. Then one lock of perfect honey hair slid aside, revealing the still-healing wounds on her throat, like angry spider bites. Suddenly ashamed, Scarlet dropped her hand back to her side and turned back to the closet.

She pulled a green corset out, the shimmering color of a sunstruck emerald. There was a matching pair of boots, and a pair of curious short pants in the same color, the shorts so brief as to leave almost half her ass exposed. The boots were leather, as was the corset, but the shorts appeared to be made of lace. Scarlet smiled. These would do.

Scarlet slid the shorts over her legs, relishing the feel of the silk as it glided up her legs to rest on her hips and ass. Then she pulled on the boots, the cuffs stopping halfway up her thighs. She stood. The boots had a five inch heel and a one inch platform, and made her long legs seem even longer. She grinned as Tri turned around and stopped, goggling. "Lace me up?" She asked, holding up the corset. Tri shook herself, then nodded, and in short order, the young, pale swordswoman was garbed appropriately. She slid a pair of narrow, long daggers into the tops of her boots, and a cruciform stiletto between her breasts, parallel to the boning of the corset.

She looked herself over, pursed her lips, and turned back to the closet, but didn't find what she was looking for. She turned to another, checking inside. Ah, perfect! There was a hooded white cape inside, and she took it out and clasped it on. Now she looked like a rich, spoiled dynast.

Turning back to Tri, who was still naked she asked, "So, do you really need my help? Not that I mind the view," she said with a grin, "but I need to talk to Gunesh before we leave. Also, how do I look?"

 

[Armphid]

Tri grinned at her young friend, "No one's ever minded the view," she said with a wink. The blond turned a critical eye to Scarlet. "Mm, I think you've chosen well. You'll look just like some young, spoiled patrician clinging to our "Dragon-Blooded" Tor. And you look delicious, sweetheart. If we weren't in a hurry..."

She turned back to her closet, "No, go ahead and talk to Gunesh if you need to. I think I know what I'm going to do."

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"And that should about do it." Gunesh stepped back from Tor with a nod. "Now just look like you might kill me as soon as look at me and you'll be perfect."

Tor shifted uncomfortably. "Is all this...it seems stupid." A gossamer thin yet strong cloak of fine silk emblazoned with the Tepet crest and Old Realm characters declaring the House's glory. It floated and billowed with the lightest breeze. Multicolored streamers had been wound around the head of Hope and went down the full length of the weapon; one for each color of jade. A lacy cravat had been fitted around his neck under his breastplate and now spilling out over his chest. Long and wide swaths of a floating silk similar to the cloak had seen stuffed into his gauntlets and greaves to create a drifting and airy appearance.

Make-up had been applied to his face, a bluish eyeshadow, a red lipstick, and a faint powdering to bleach out his color and make him paler. His hair had some oil slicked through it and had been swept back, leaving him with a high brow and a pronounced widow's peak.

"It is stupid," Gunesh agreed. "And expensive, you don't want to know how much that floating silk costs." The artificer was back in his armor with a silk suit of his own and his hair similarly styled. "That's the point of fashion. And really we should try to do more but this'll have to do on short notice."

He picked up his fire want and slung it over his shoulder, "Should polish this but we shouldn't take much more time getting ready. Let's head back to the dining room and see if the ladies are ready for action."

Tor sighed, "I hope so."

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The demon bellowed as its nasty, slime dripping, knobby member rammed deep into Ivory Dawn. The bed shook with the force of it; rattling it hard against the wall and digging into the structure. The huge hands had slid under her and groped and gripped her skin, the ragged claws rough and leaving long red marks. It howled as it ravaged her, spittle flying and splattering against her.

Her mouth was filled with Rilak's thick dick; still tasting of his spent leavings and her own juices. It pushed past her mouth and into her throat with abandon, his hands almost ripping her hair out as he wrenched her head around and yanked her face into his crotch.

Rilka hummed softly, patting her brother and the demon on the shoulder as she slipped in and twisted a tight clamp down onto each of Ivory Dawn's nipples and another snapped onto the pink pearl of her clit. Each went to a thin but strong chain that was hitched onto a hook from the ceiling; joined into a stronger one that the pretty Wood Aspect took in a hand and viciously yanked on, "Not as good when she can't scream," she sighed, "hurry up with her mouth, brother. I want to hear her sing for us."

She clipped another thicker chain to a hidden hook on the base of the iron dildo and joined it with the others. Then she pulled hard again; Ivory Dawn's breasts were lifted up by the nipple, her clit jerked hard, and the rusty, hard ridged iron plug stabbing deeper into her ass.

 

[Kinkerhell]

Scarlet nodded, picked up her swordbelt, and walked purposefully out of the room, her heels clicking. She wound her way around the temple until she got back to the dining room and looked around, then spat a startled oath and went for her blades as she saw the two Patricians at the other end. Dirge had almost cleared its sheath before she realized that she was looking at a much made-up Tor and Gunesh, and she slid the blades home again.

"Gods and Dragons, Gunesh, what did you do to him?" She asked in surprise. She turned away from Gunesh and looked Tor over, half in amusement and half in amazement. Gunesh had done a really good job on him. He looked noble, regal, spoiled, and dangerous. With a sardonic "M'lord" Scarlet sketched a bow to the young solar, her brief costume and deep bowing giving Gunesh an eyeful behind her. She smiled at Tor.

"You look good, look the part. All that silk and haughtiness suits you." She turned to Gunesh. "Tri's almost ready to go. Here." Scarlet handed Gunesh her swordbelt. "Don't put anything in front of the hilts, please. I may need them in a hurry." She paused a moment. "Where's Winds?" She looked around, decided it didn't matter just then.

"Gunesh, if you've got a free moment, I think we need to talk."

 

[SwordsOfTheDane]

While the Sunchildren were off making their preparations for the ruse, Winds had been sitting quietly by the stables. He had managed to drape a few of the ribbons that remained of his robes back around his shoulders. He heard the other shuffling about and decided it was time for him to make ready to play his part. He stood up and looked at the horses.

He began to tremble and quake. His skin looked as though a million parasites were wriggling beneath it. There were wet snaps echoing within him as his body rearranged itself, a familiar taste filling his mouth. He shuddered as his arms and legs toned further and lengthened. A fine fur began to sprout form every inch of his skin. His torso stretched and widened. With a final bray, The man was gone, replaced by a large stout steed, white in fur with the occasional tufts for longer fur telling of a northern breed used to cold winters. He looked less than swift, but sturdy and unstoppable. A horse to be taken on long journeys.

He stomped a couple of times and ambled over towards the house to wait near the door. He poked his head in and brayed once more.

 

[Armphid]

Tor flushed at Scarlet's words and her bow, turning his head away. His embarrassment warred with anger, however. This...frippery didn't suit him! Neither did haughtiness or arrogance. He wasn't a lord. He wasn't anything like one of those damn fools!

Except she thought it suited him. "Thank you," he said, not meaning it, and turned away. "I'll leave you two to talk." What else would she think? All she had seen him do was fail and be hurt. Of course all she thought of him was silks and make up and ego. He had yet to prove he was more.

He followed the braying sound outside to the garden and there found a magnificent, strong stallion waiting. Tor nodded to the horse, hoping it was Roaring Winds. "The others will be along soon."

Inside, Gunesh strapped the sword belt on, "I'll keep them clear, believe me. And you, my the way, look wonderfully dirty and sensual. As I'm sure you know, and also sure that wasn't what you wanted to talk about." He smiled and quirked an eyebrow, "So what's on your mind?"

 

[Kinkerhell]

Scarlet smiled briefly at his comment, but the expression didn't reach her nervous, worried eyes. She took a deep breath, then sighed and said, "I, uh, I don't really know how to say this." She looked down at her green-booted feet for a moment, then said, "I'm seeing things, Gunesh. Like when I first saw Winds, but different. There was a city, full of Exalts of all types, and a room in that city. I was there, and so were a lot of solars. I mean, a whole lot. Two or three hundred, it seemed. When I turned around, the all knelt. I was holding something at the time, but I don't know what."

She shook her head slowly. "There was another thing, too. It was a manse, bigger and grander than any I've ever heard of except maybe the Imperial Manse. Over the door were the letters 'M,' 'R,' and 'L.' Does any of this mean anything to you?" She looked helplessly at him. "Please tell me I'm not going crazy. I really, really don't want to have to deal with that right now."

 

[Armphid]

Gunesh leaned back and thought for a few moments, turning over what she'd said. After a few moments he nodded, as if coming to a conclusion in some silent conversation in his own mind. "You're not going crazy, Scarlet."

He didn't think so, anyway.

"I think that...you're not seeing things, you're remembering them." He grimaced and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back against the wall of the hallway. "When I met Tri for the first time, I suddenly had a flash of memories. They weren't mine, but they were at the same time." He tapped the center of his forehead, where his caste mark was. "They were memories of who I had been before. Tri and I were circle mates in our past incarnations."

"When we met Roaring Winds today," Dragons, it had only been today, hadn't it? And now they were trusting him with...well, what choice did they have? "Um, sorry, lost my train of thought for a moment. But when you met him, you fell out of the sky. I'm guessing you had one of these visions then, right? I think that your meeting him has re-awakened the bits of memory of your past exaltations and that they're coming through stronger now."

He tapped a finger against his chin, "Though it sounds like it's only one exaltation right now. Maybe your power was only one other person before...and a Solar at that...how did it-never mind, not the time. But that's what this sounds like. You're not insane, you're experiencing the memories of who your power once belonged to."

 

[Kinkerhell]

Scarlet grimaced. "Fuck." She sighed. "Alright, its something to go on. I wish I knew who I was. Who in the deliberative was so important as to have three hundred Solars kneel to her? Or him, I suppose." She shrugged. "Worry about it later. Right now, we've got to go. Time to be good guys, Gunesh." Scarlet checked herself over one more time and pronounced herself ready.

"I'll meet you outside. Might want to go check on Tri, make sure she's ready. Time's wasting if we want to get this done under cover of night." She turned in the direction that Tor had gone and set off, her bootheels clicking and her cape fluttering in her wake like the wings of a captive bird.

Outside, she stopped, seeing Tor next to a large, white horse with yellow eyes. She nodded to the horse. "Nice suit, Winds." She came up to Tor. "You look magnificent, you know. Powerful. Arrogance and pageantry aside, it really does suit you. Strong, powerful, indomitable, graceful." On impulse, she stepped closer and stood on tiptoes, kissing him on the cheek. "Its very you."

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Tri stepped back to admire herself in the room's full length mirror. Her skin, normally slightly tanned, now shone brilliantly. She'd rubbed herself down with oil and toweled off the excess, leaving just enough to make her skin shine and allow particles to cling to it. Then she'd taken a handful of bronze dust, with flecks of copper and pyrite in it and rubbed it over her oiled, soft skin. Now it shone dully, as though the metal dust were a part of her, turning her tan into a gold-flecked, lustrous bronze color.

Her hair had received the same treatment, brushing oil through it lock by lock, then rubbing it in a similar dust, this one composed of steel filings, silver-bright and very fine. Now her hair, normally a rich blond, seemed a waterfall of metal, the blonde shining like gold because of the oil and each strand dotted with silvery flecks.

To complement her new appearance, she pulled on a pair of white silk stockings, opaque save for the lacy tops, which rested halfway up her thighs. Over them came a pair of white ankle boots with polished brass buttons up the outside, in a line from the bottom of her ankle to mid-calf. The heels were also polished brass, as were the soles and the small, half-inch platforms.

Eschewing underwear, Tri next put on something that could only laughably be called a dress. Barely covering the perfect swell of her toned ass, the garment was made of white lace, and revealed more than it covered. The hem fell to just below her cheeks, and it would ride incredibly high while she was in the saddle. The slights on the side went all the way to her waist, making her look more like a doxy than a dynast, but that too fit her image. The lacy dress actually had a high neckline, with a rising collar that came halfway up her neck, but the whole thing was laced with sheer bits, cutouts, and sections that were no more than silk gauze, putting an impressive amount of skin on display.

Finally, Tri topped it all off with a cape of her own, complementing Scarlet's outfit. This cloak was green, light and airy and diaphanous, shimmering when the light hit it just right. Even the slightest motion set it to movement, and it drifted on the air, only slowly coming back down to rest. An observer would have to get very close indeed to see that the cape was not cloth of any sort, but rather spun glass, soft and flexible as silk, made with a technique that had disappeared with Kal Bax at the end of the first age. The cape had been here when Tri took over the manse, and now she happily appropriated it. She'd have worn it before, save that the clasp was in the shape of the mon of House Cynis. Now even that served her, combining with her appearance and outfit to make her appear a proud, decadent earth aspect of that great house.

Tri nodded once at her reflection, then applied a dye to her lips that was the color of frozen raspberries, the only non-earthy tone in her entire ensemble. Even her eyeliner and eyeshadow were golden. She grinned at herself in the mirror, then schooled her face into a look of indolence, picked up her daiklave, Passion in Daylight, and strode from the room to join the others.

 

[HookerBoots]

Even though it wasn't as audible as Rilka might have liked it to be, Ivory Dawn did scream. But it wasn't entirely a scream of pain, which would have disappointed the sadistic sorceress - probably, at least. The sensations of the clamps on her most sensitive spots, the rough friction of the shaft in her ass, and the combined sensations of having a cock in her mouth and pussy . . . she might actually cum. The pain made the pleasure even better, and she'd been well-lubricated thanks to the Satrap's double load inside of her.

But the Dynast in her mouth finished first, and Ivory Dawn came back from the cusp of her orgasm to keep from shooting semen out of her nose, swallowing rapidly, convulsively, as he flooded her mouth and throat with scalding hot jizz. "Rraaaaaaaaaah!" he cried, gripping her hair and pulling her face into his groin, some of the coppery strands tugging loose as he yanked on them.

Ivory Dawn was left, when he was done, panting on the bed, her cunt still being pounded by the blood ape, the taste of cum on her lips. "Oh, light," she murmured, her hands clenching over her head.

"What's the matter, little bitch?" Rilka asked teasingly, one hand still on the chain that connected all of the clamps and the dildo. "Having a tough time acting superior now?" Her hand tightened, and tugged on the chain again. Ivory Dawn's body arched, trying to relieve some of the pull, thrusting her hips up towards the ape's and impaling herself further on his massive, knobby cock. Her mouth opened in a nearly soundless screaming moan as her eyes rolled back in her head.

It took a moment for the two Dragonblooded to realize what was happening, why she'd reacted that way. But when her legs twitched, wrapping around the demon's body and pulling him in closer to her, Rilak laughed, running a hand down his sister's body. "Look at her! Such a prize, our little Sun-slut."

Rilka released the chain, leaving the end of it dangling in the room for a moment as she walked over to where Ivory Dawn was coming down from her orgasm. "We couldn't break you, you said," she whispered, gripping the pretty dancer's face with one surprisingly strong hand. "I think you creaming on my demon's dick, after swallowing a load of my brother's cum is pretty broken, whether you admit it yet or not."

Ivory Dawn looked up at her for a moment, her face lost in a haze, before her eyes sharpened and, quicker than the sorceress could react, pursed her lips and spat a wad of saliva mixed with semen onto Rilka's cheek. "I've had beings better at it do worse to me," the assassin said, her voice laced with contempt. "You can keep trying, but you pitiful excuses for Dynasts will never break me."

One shuddering hand raised to her cheek, wiping off the sticky mess, Rilka was almost inarticulate with rage. "You little . . . you'll pay for that! And I'll enjoy every minute of it." Her eyes blazed with green fire, and she slapped Ivory Dawn across the face again. She stalked to the end of the bed, gesturing to her demon. "Harder. Do her harder!"

Rilak's face was red with anger, his fists almost smoking with his rage. "Rilka, let me . . . ."

"No." The sorceress still trembled a little, but her eyes were calmer now. "No, brother. I'll take care of this. She's too valuable to mark like that." She turned back to the prone Solar, whose head was almost banging against the wall now, from the force the ape was using on her. "This takes a delicate touch, I think."

As Ivory Dawn watched, the other woman moved back towards the bed, grabbing the end of the chain as she went. "Now, you venomous little cum-slut," she said in a friendly tone of voice, "you're going to eat me to make up for that little mistake you just made." She fingered the chain as she mounted the bed, her legs going to either side of Ivory Dawn's neck. "And if I think you're slacking, or just if I feel like it, I'm going to," she tugged on the chain after every word to prove her point, "give. this. a. pull." She looked down at the beautiful dancer and moved forward slightly, her cunt directly over Ivory Dawn's face. "Get to it, bitch."

 

[SwordsOfTheDane]

Once Tri made herself seen, Roaring Winds made an impatient stomping with his front left hoof. He was ready to go, ready to sneak in, stake their pray and strike. His blood sang for combat. But his eyes, they roved her body, her tanned skin made darker and glistening with oil and minerals. He tried to force himself to focus, but he blood began to sing for other thrills. He started to back up and as he swung around his head stuck the side of the door, making a dull thud. He quickly cantered back to the other horses and attempted to recenter himself.

 

[Armphid]

Gunesh quirked a brow as Scarlet left him, "I'm always a good guy. My motives are eternally pure," he said in his most self deprecating tone. He'd think about her question though. It wasn't a bad one. Who had she been? He suspected that reflection would give the answer but he had to focus now.

Coming to an answer would do no good if a lack of concentration killed them all.

He heard someone approaching and stared in awe as Tri appeared. "Dragons, woman," he said after a few long moments. "You look more Earth than many I've known who genuinely were."

The blond twirled for him to view, "Do you think it looks passable?"

"More than, Tri." Gunesh grinned, almost a leer. "Certainly since they won't be looking too closely at anything other than certain areas of you."

She grinned back and then held up her hands, "Think we can get these in?" In one she held Ivory Dawn's pretty but harmless looking ribbon of orichalcum and her own folded chain shirt, in the other the captured redhead's small daiklaive.

Gunesh nodded, "I think so. Those will go fine in saddle bags, and since you've got Passion in Daylight, carrying the other won't look too unusual."

"Good." Tri gestured for him to follow and the two of them went the same way Scarlet had moments ago. "Let us away then."

Outside, Tor fought to keep his eyes on Scarlet's face. Not that it wasn't as beautiful and flawless as always, just that the way she was dressed teased and flaunted so much more. Not that her usual garments didn't either. But at her praise, he flushed. "I don't know that I feel magnificent." Strong, yes. Indomitable, yes. But the rest...she was too kind to him.

Then she utterly surprised him with her kiss on his cheek. He blushed rosily under his make up and smiled a happy but foolish and sheepish smile. "That helps to get me there though."

Gods great and small, she was amazing. He wasn't sure he should say this with Roaring Winds right there; he wasn't sure what their relationship was at all. But who knew what they'd find at the satrap's manse? "You look, well, magnificent might be too little a word. You always look great...though I like you better with your swords."

Tri and Gunesh emerged as Winds thumped his head and the then shape shifted Lunar paced back to the other steeds. The three Solars stared after him for a moment in surprise. Finally, Tri cleared her throat, "Well, let's hope that's a benediction of some kind. We're going to stash Ivory Dawn's weapons, my armor, and your silks too Scarlet, dear, in the saddlebags for when we get inside."

Gunesh nodded, "Once we approach the gate, let Tri and I do the talking. Tor, just look pissed off and ready to kill. Scarlet, you know what to do. It'll take us some time to get there, as with our disguise we can't just gallop at a rush. Dynasts would take the time to be seen and we want word of us reaching the gate before we do."

It took another few minutes to put the tack on the horses, other than Roaring Winds, and then they set out. Tri and Gunesh shared a steed, the tall inventor riding and guiding the beast while Tri sat in front in almost as indecorous a position as possible, indolently leaning back against him and shift her cloak and dress to be as scandalous as possible as the little group made their way through the nighttime streets.

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First Alabaster Frost swore under her breath as she perched atop yet another building, watching the barracks burn and the legionnaires dutifully fighting the flames. Sadly it looked like they'd only lose one of the buildings and she wasn't aware of anyone burning to death.

How boring.

She was sure the one they'd been chasing was the one they'd been sent to retrieve but she'd sown her chaos well. In the confusion of it all, Alabaster had lost her. Which would not please their mistress, nor did she want to go back and report to that gloating finger wiggler and that idiotic brute that she'd lost their target.

The sorcerer would just be an ass, but that man would probably see her failure as license to act out his wishes...and as she'd failed, Mistress likely wouldn't stop him. It would be educational, she'd say.

Gods, she hated them all.

A fly buzzed past her ear and she glowered, swatting at it. Then her eyes went wide. A fly at night? Up here? She started to turn but before she could, furred arms were about her and she felt razor sharp talons resting curled around her pale throat. She froze.

"Now, now," purred a woman's voice in her ear, rich and sultry, "be very sweet, darkling, or I'll give you four more less pretty mouths to smile from ear to ear." The claws at her neck pushed just a hair more and she felt the skin split and begin to bleed.

Alabaster licked her lips, "I can be very sweet, though I prefer introductions before this kind of sweetness."

"Get used to disappointment," the female voice purred again. "You want the one who sent the soldiers running, yes? That is why you and your...comrades are here."

How did she know? "Perhaps."

"So cute." The furred bulk leaned over her, pressing Alabaster down onto the roof beneath it's heavily muscled frame. "I can't tell you where she is. But I can tell you where she will be, and when best you can take her."

Alabaster's eyes narrowed, "Why would you do that?" She didn't sense and deception, the words rang true. Either the woman was honest or far more powerful and skilled that the infiltrator herself.

"Because you want her, and I want her gone." There was a rumbling chuckle deep in the furry chest, "And seeing you take her will be a very educational experience."

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Rilka bucked on top of Ivory Dawn's face as she came hard, squirting her pleasure hard into the dancer's flawless features and giggling as she angled it to shoot up the girl's nose to choke and block her breathing. "If only I'd had more wine earlier, I think I'd make you drink it from me," she mused.

She then yanked as hard as she could on the chain in her hand, almost ripping the flesh of Ivory Dawn's nipples and clit and ramming the blocky, rusty iron dildo far deeper into her nethers. "Now there's a pretty sound."

The demon ape ravaging the Night Caste's cunt let out a howling ululation and rammed hard into her one last time, cracking her head against the wall. She could feel his wretched dick actually growing larger within her and then he came; flooding her battered sex with fetid Yozi jizz. It poured into her, almost moving of its own accord to fill her tunnel and her womb, rushing through her innards to try and plant a demon seed within her.

Her stomach bulged slightly, as though she had eaten far too much, and the beast then gave her clamped tits a backhanded slap, chuckling and speaking hateful promises in Old Realm before it pulled out of her. Its cum followed in a rush, pouring out of her sex to leave her thighs, , pussy, and ass covered in it.

Rilak laughed at that, "Stupid bitch. Now a demon babe will rip out of you, when you could have borne a mighty seed for me instead. No matter. Plenty of use in that gaping fuckhole." He stood over her with a leer, "And if you're like your betters, you'll get nice and tight again between use. Won't that be fun?"

Rilka was speaking to the demon, "Go and take Grilok's place watching that one and send him to me. I think this fuckmeat's ass needs some of your kind's touch as well." It asked a question and she smiled, "Yes, stay this way. Tell the others to take form too. It'll let everyone know exactly what kind of mood we're in tonight."

She walked back beside the bed to glare down at Ivory Dawn, "Now, slut, you have another choice to make. You've been very rude, and after we've shared so much with you. You can be nice though, and spare yourself further punishment. But...if you continue to be a bad, bad girl we won't play nice anymore."

Rilka gestured to her brother, "I'll stop holding him back. I've done it twice now, you know, and you didn't say thank you even once. He'll fuck you aflame," she savored the last word and her eyes were sparkling. "And your wet little fuckhole can't put that out. Your flesh will melt and char and burn, inside and out, he'll slag your sweet face into a horror, but you won't die. No, I'll make sure of that."

She smiled sweetly, "You've also only seen the nicest of my pets. I can summon far worse, and oh. Oh, the things they can do." Her voice quivered with undisguised anticipation and vicious eagerness. "You'll never be the same, spirit or body, they can change them all."

"Now. You can just have more of what you've had. But you must be nice. Thank us for our restraint. Thank us for giving you better than you deserve. And beg for more."

 

[HookerBoots]

Ivory Dawn's face burned red, her eyes wide and a little fearful. "I . . . I don't want to be burned!" She tried to hide her face, and she looked up at the others, almost able to feel the gloating pleasure growing in them at her reaction. "Thank you, thank you so much for saving me, Mistress," she said almost reluctantly, her eyes closing in shame.

"Now, that isn't being very nice," Rilka said, gripping her chin in one hand. "I said you needed to thank us and beg for more." Her voice was so cold that it could have frozen a river. "Do it, whore, or I'll let him just to watch you melt like candlewax."

She swallowed hard, and looked up at the other woman, her eyes showing only fear. "I'm so sorry, please, Mistress." The shocking green eyes looked up at the other woman. "Thank you for saving me, for being so nice to me." She swallowed hard. "You've been very good, giving me better than I deserve." Her hands reached out in supplication, hampered by the chains around her wrists. "Please, Mistress, give me whatever you think I need, but please, not . . ." her voice failed, and she looked at the two of them with wide eyes. "Not what I deserve, I was bad."

Rilka grinned, and glanced at Rilak. He looked back at her, his cock already fully hard from Ivory Dawn's begging. "Do you think that was good enough?" he asked, stroking himself.

The sorceress looked at the prone woman, her arms folded, as another blood ape phased through the door into the room. This one was similarly sized to the one that had left, but his fur was a darker color, the shade of clotted blood, and he had fewer spines down his back. He grunted something in Old Realm, and the female Dynast nodded. "Yes, I did. Wait for a moment."

She strode over to the bed and unfastened the chain that attached to the iron dildo in Ivory Dawn's ass. Gripping the end of it, she pulled hard, tugging the long, thick shaft out in one motion. Ivory Dawn grunted, biting her lower lip hard, at the friction that tore at her asshole.

Rilka set the shaft down on the table nearby and leaned forward, looking at the gaping, red hole she'd just opened up. "Such a dirty fuckhole," she said. "Grilok, why don't you fuck this whore's ass, and give her a nice shot of cum to clean her out."

The blood ape bared its teeth in what was a horrifying parody of a smile and moved to the bed, its veiny, knobby cock already hard from seeing the beautiful woman lying helpless. The demon cock slipped into Ivory Dawn's ass with little resistance, but the thick meat was guided by the mind and malice of a demon, who started to fuck her tight hole with abandon quickly.

"Now then," Rilka said, "you were a good girl, weren't you?" She moved to the head of the bed, stroking a hand over the coppery curls. "Shouldn't you thank me for being nice enough to accept your thanks, and your apology?"

Ivory Dawn, even as she was being bounced again on the demon's cock, nodded. "Yes, Mistress, thank you so much!" She arched her back a little, as though the kind touch made her happy. "Thank you for being kind to me, Mistress, and letting your ape fuck me!" She moaned softly, her eyes glazed with pleasure.

 

[Kinkerhell]

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[Armphid]

Man and monster roared together, Ivory Dawn pressed between the furred and spiked bulk of the blood ape beneath her, pushing her up with each invasive thrust of it's hips; her asshole wrenched open and filled by demon cock. Rilak had mounted her as well, using her lush breasts as handholds to pound her pussy with wanton abandon.

She was pulled tight on the manacles binding her to the wall, her wrists rubbed raw, arms and shoulders straining against the weights moving against and into her.

Rilka watched it all, fingering hr cunt and rubbing a potion of some kind over a large black jade phallus with a strange harness attached to one end.

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"It ain't so," growled a legionnaire standing out front of the manse's main gate. "With all the fuss over the You-Know-What in town, any Dragon-Blooded as show up will go to be part of that. It's their sacred duty an' all."

Another man rolled his eyes, "Oh, yes. They're so observant about duty, these ones and their friends." He shook his head, "Look, if they don't show, great, but if they do, what are we supposed to do?"

The leader of the talon set on the gate sighed, a rawboned woman in her thirties leaning on the implosion bow mounted above the entrance. "We don't have no order to let anyone through without approval. If they come, we ask them to wait and we send word to the Satrap."

There was an inhuman wail from a high window that mingled with human ones, that of two women. The guards shuddered as one. The first man who'd spoken shook his head, "And interrupt that? You heard what Tali saw too. One of those ruddy demons legging it down to that secret cell, and you know what that means. It's worse than death to interrupt them now."

The last guards who did so when the demons were visible had been raped to death by them in the city square while Cynis Rilak lectured the populace and the others who had been on duty that night about the responsibilities of those lower in the Immaculate Hierarchy to their superiors.

Everyone had understood the lesson very clearly.

"Then hope they don't come," the sergeant spat, "or we'll piss off the Satrap either way." Dragons, let it just be a rumor. Death in service to the Empire was one thing, but like that?

"Mela's tits," one of the others swore. "We're fucked. Look!" He pointed, and the others following him saw a pair of horses approaching. One of the horses was a good beast, if unremarkable, but the other was a magnificent stallion with a pale coat that seemed to gleam like a torch in the night. It was the riders, however, that made the men and women on the walls and at the gate pale and swear.

The huge stallion was ridden by a tall youth in shining armor that just screamed magic to those looking; he bore a massive weapon that drew gasps of wonder at both its beauty and its terrible nature. A pale young woman of devastating beauty rode in front of him on the steed, sidesaddle and leaning back against his armored bulk. One of the man's arms was about her waist, the hand resting on her bare thigh. The man's skin was pale though his cheeks were colored, with rouge most likely.

A woman whose gleaming bronze skin declared her Aspect rode beside the pair on a simple horse, a man in lesser garb guiding it behind her and serving almost as a chair for her supine beauty. Her body was lushly displayed and accented by her clothes. She writhed enticingly on the horse as they came to the gate and called out, "Open and let us in, boys and girls." She tipped her head back to let them see the mon of House Cynis, "We can hear that the party's already started, don't keep us waiting, hmmm?"

The young man in silver lifted his gaze to that of the sergeant. He said nothing, but his pretty face was flat and his eyes burned with veiled fury and a barely checked desire to kill. The man guiding the horse of the Earth Aspect glanced at him and moved their steed a bit to the side, out of the swing of the weapon on the armored man's back, "I really wouldn't advise it. My lords and ladies have been looking forward to this all day."

The bronze skinned one sighed and tsked, "Well, these brave soldiers of the Realm ARE just doing their duty...maybe we should invite them along with us? That would make it all right, wouldn't it?"

The legionnaires at the gate blanched and exchanged a few looks. The rawboned sergeant shook her head, muttering, "I ain't taking a demon monkey dick in the ass." Then she cleared her throat and called out, "Open the gate! Welcome, Princesses and Princes of the Earth!"

 

[HookerBoots]

It was hard to keep from screaming, her fingernails digging into her hands almost hard enough to break the skin. "Oh, Gods!" Ivory Dawn bit her lower lip as she came, her body twitching and writhing between the two bodies pressing against hers. "Fuuuuuuuuck, yes!"

The demon pounding up into her ass bellowed as well as her ass clenched its cock hard. She could smell the fetid scent and feel the horrible heat of its breath as it yelled, thrusting up into her body with abandon as it filled her gaping asshole with stinking demon jizz. It felt like someone was flooding her with burning hot liquid - realistically speaking, that was exactly what was happening. Ivory Dawn's hips bucked again, thrusting her pussy more firmly onto Rilak's cock.

As the demon filled her, she was vaguely aware of Rilka standing up and pulling the harness attached to the black dildo up over her legs to her hips. "That's good," the sorceress said dismissively, "but go away now. I'll bring you back if I need you."

The ape snarled, but pulled out and moved just slowly enough to let the two still on the bed move without tumbling to the mattress before vanishing again. Even before it had vanished, the flood of cum inside Ivory Dawn's asshole gushed out, making the puddle beneath her even bigger.

Rilka walked up behind her brother, one hand curling around his shoulder as she pressed her hard, jade phallus against his ass lightly. "Once you're done, brother, I'll fuck the little whore." She grinned and kissed his neck. "We'll take turns until she passes out, and then we'll collar her."

He groaned softly, his hips pounding even more furiously into Ivory Dawn's body. "That sounds excellent," he managed, before looking back at the sexy body he was violating. "What's your name, Sun-slut?" the Satrap gasped, pulling his hips back and then pounding them forward with enough force to knock the breath out of her.

"Malenia, Master," she gasped, fingers clenching as she looking with fear and hunger at the solid black shaft protruding from his sister's hips. She moaned softly, licking her lips. "Please . . . ."

"Please what?" asked Rilka, one eyebrow raised. "Do you want something, bitch?"

Ivory Dawn flushed, her voice soft and shy. "Please, Mistress, I . . . I feel so empty. Please, fuck me with your cock."

 

[Armphid]

A small crowd of nervous servants bustled into the covered courtyard as the newly arrived Dynasts were dismounting from their steeds. They bowed and curtseyed as one, a particularly perfumed and made up young man approaching the glorious and gorgeous Earth Aspect, "My Lady of House Cynis, how may we-"

She cut him off with an imperious gesture, "Be silent, is how you may help me," she snapped. "And next, be gone. Our business is with our cousins, not you rabble."

The servants balked and several of them exchanged worried looks. A few bowed or curtseyed again but most just looked torn. What if their master were angered that they didn't greet his guests properly? "O-of course, most noble and sovereign Dragon-Blooded but-"

Tor landed heavily from the horse and Hope flew into his hands, "Begone."

The exodus of the servants was both swift and surprisingly graceful.

Gunesh grinned in spite of himself as he swing down from his horse, "Not bad, Tor, we'll make a Dynast out of you yet."

"No need to insult me," he replied.

Tri was busy with the saddle bags, pulling her chain shirt and Scarlet's shockingly resilient silks out of them. "All right, now what?"

Gunesh was unbuckling Scarlet's weapons and handing the sword belt to her. "I think we should still go for their secret weapon first. Knowing Rilak and Rilka, they'll have some pretty nasty surprises waiting for us."

Tor grimaced, "I don't want to wait. We're here, we should go get Ivory Dawn. Who knows what they're doing to her?"

Tri looked stricken, "I agree, Tor, but...we can't save her if we run in only to die. This is their place of power. We should go in with every edge we can get."

 

[HookerBoots]

Rilka laughed delightedly, her hands reaching up to pull through her hair. "So hungry for it already," she cooed. "Such a good slut, I knew it was worth taking our time with you." She moved to the side of the bed, looking down at the scene there. "You want my cock, hmm?"

Ivory Dawn nodded, her eyes flickering between the hard black shaft and Rilka's face. "Yes, please, Mistress!"

"Where do you want it?"

There was only one right answer. "Wherever my Mistress wants to put it," she gasped as Rilak pushed into her again. It was getting hard to focus on the words, just the promise of what was to come making her breathing come fast, as well as the delicious friction of the cock in her cunt.

Nodding slowly, Rilka stroking her hand over the slick shaft. "That's a very good answer, slut." She turned to her brother. "Rilak, move. I want her cunt."

He looked up, surprised and a little angry. "No! You can wait, or take her ass!" He thrust harder, making Ivory Dawn squeak a little.

The sorceress's eyes gleamed with a dangerous light, but her tone was very calm and pleasant. "Brother dear, you've already had her pussy more than once tonight." Her lower lip pushed out in a pout. "I just want one, and then we'll start taking turns. Please?"

It was the pout that did him in, and they all knew it. "All right," he said grudgingly. "You let me break the last one, anyway." He pulled out, one hand smacking her ass firmly enough to leave a handprint before stepping away from the bed and moving to slide underneath her. "Fucking ape, left a gods-damned lake on the bed," he muttered.

As she took her place between Ivory Dawn's legs, Rilka said reasonably, "Get a towel, then." She leaned forward as Rilak groped for a piece of sheet that wasn't soaked with demon-jizz to tuck beneath him and pressed her lips to Ivory Dawn's ear. "Are you ready, anathema whore? I'm going to give you a fucking even your orgies can't match," she breathed, then thrust her hips forward as hard as she could, sheathing the hard, cool shaft in one motion.

 

[Kinkerhell]

Scarlet took the proffered sword belt and buckled it on quickly, her movements deft and practiced. As she checked to make sure everything hung right, she said, "Tor, I know you'll hate this, but she's a child of the Sun. She can take a lot of abuse, and if we go in there and start a fight without being as prepared as we can, she'll die, unable to run or fight back."

Satisfied, Scarlet unshipped the top inch of her blades so that they hung easily in their scabbards, then nodded and turned to Gunesh. "I'm with you. I say go get whatever they're hiding back there. At worst, its confusion to aid us. At best, a weapon or an ally to help us kill the bastards."

Scarlet turned to Tri, stopping to admire her lush form for a second before taking her silks from the other woman and throwing them on over her own form, smoothing everything into place, cinching and tightening as needed. As she got her armor set, she asked, "So, Tri. What do you think? Weapon or Dawn first?"

 

[Armphid]

Triumphant Mantis felt her heart ache as she felt the weight of the choice settle on her. She slid her own startingly thin and warm chain into place over the "garments" she wore before answering, taking the time to think. She took a deep breath, "I know what I want to do. I want to run to our friend and make sure she's safe." Tor nodded and started to move, "But Scarlet and Gunesh are right. I won't risk Ivory Dawn because of impatience, even if it's motivated by compassion."

Tor looked away and didn't speak for a few moments. His own words to Cunning Starfire floated through his mind, ""Never try to stop me from helping someone I care about again!" He'd attacked her over her stopping him from helping someone. She might never speak to him again as a result, or worse, she might have become his enemy. And now the others...

His hands tightened on Hope's handle. It was not the same. He knew that. But he felt again that helpless frustration that he once knew so well and his heart burned. "Fine." The young man's whole body felt like it was one joined tense rope, but he turned to regard the others, "Let's not waste any time then," he said in tight, almost clipped words.

Gunesh nodded, "All right. If I know my manse architecture...we should want to go this way." The Blessed Isle-born craftsman turned and lead them into the manse itself, its power tickling over them as they walked through pathways more magnificent and richly decorated than what most of them had even dreamed before.