Legacies of Blood

As beautiful as the women had been in the sensual sculpture the gargozu had made of them, they were even more so in the flesh. Every inch of them was warm and inviting as their lips treated her to a shower of kisses across her exposed breasts and abdomen. Elaina felt the tongue of the woman kissing her slide into her mouth, coaxing an instant response from her out of pure reflex.

“Please,” Elaina moaned against the unknown woman’s lips, but it was unclear even to her what she was pleading for. Part of her wanted them to stop so she could prevent Royce from leaving, but every fiber of her being pushed it away to indulge itself in the passion promised by the writhing mass of horny flesh kissing and grinding against her.

“It’s ok,” the woman responded, nearly devouring her with sloppy, rapid kisses. “It won’t hurt.”

Lithe fingers wrapped around the shaft of her cock, squeezing hard while giving it a few test strokes. “It’s real,” the woman outside her field of view said. “I can’t believe it. And it’s so hard. She’s so hard.”

“She has a cunt too,” another woman announced, running her fingertips over the petals of her labia before pushing one in up to the knuckle in a single swift motion. “She’s so wet.”

“S-stop,” Elaina gasped, her body trembling with excitement. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I think I do,” the woman kissing her said, holding her head in place as someone else’s tongue danced across her nipples. “I can’t stop myself. I need you.”

“Me first,” another voice said from outside her field of view, pushing the woman with her cock in hand to the side to give herself access to it. Whatever Royce had done to alter the spell that turned them back had also overrun their minds, making them slaves to the lustful magic the witch had hexed them with. They were thralls to desires not wholly their own.

Elaina felt the familiar resistance of an eager, hot cunt pressed firmly against the swollen glans of her cock. With a hissing sound through the woman’s teeth, she began to force herself onto it, drawing the attention of everyone gathered around the redhead. As the woman forcing herself down onto Elaina’s cock came into view, she felt her heart leap into her chest.

The woman was a wood elf with a slim, fit physique and youthful, perky breasts. Her forest green hair cascaded behind her to the small of her back. Her skin was a pale hue that resembled birch bark, and her eyes were a vibrant emerald color. Elaina had no doubt in her mind that this was Paeral’s lost wife.

“Give me that cock, faeling,” the wood elf panted, leaning forward on Elaina’s abdomen with both hands as her hips stroked hard and fast, her hot and sultry insides clenching down around every inch the swordmage had to offer her. As terrible as it was to want more, Elaina couldn’t help herself. In that state, with the fog enveloping her consciousness, there was nothing else she could think of. “Gods, I fucking need this. I’m burning up.”

“So am I,” one of the other women---a brunette--- muttered, squeezing her own breasts aggressively. “If...if I stop, it hurts.”

“Then don’t stop,” Elaina responded, the words falling freely from her lips without so much as a second thought.

Eyes lighting up, the brunette pushed the blonde woman who had been kissing Elaina to one side and slung a leg over the swordmage to straddle her face. Elaina’s lips met those of the woman’s pussy, tasting her nectar as her tongue slid hungrily along the delicate petals before venturing deeper.

“Ahn!” The brunette groaned in relief, grinding her hips in time with the motions of Elaina’s head. The wood elf echoed her sentiment, giving out a long carnal moan of relief as her hips rocked faster, furiously humping the swordmage under her in pursuit of much-needed relief. Somewhere behind her, one of the others had wormed into a spot to drive her fingers furiously inside Elaina, punishing her insides as vigorously as the woman riding her.

Elaina wrapped one of her arms around the thigh of the brunette on her face, bracing her in place so she could feast upon her slit. Her other hand was seized by a pink-haired sidhe that immediately went to suckling on her fingers before urging the swordmage’s hand between her legs. Were it not for the lustful instincts imparted upon her by the fog in her mind, Elaina wouldn’t have been able to manage such multitasking.

“Yes, yes, yes,” the brunette groaned, grabbing a hold of the pedestal they had all once been a part of in stone form. “Eat that pussy!”

A surge of bestial lust went through Elaina’s body in response to the enthusiastic encouragement of the woman on her face. The speed of the wood elf’s hips seemed impossible, with how hot and tight she was wrapped around the swordmage’s cock. “She really likes the dirty talk. I think she just got harder!”

“Don’t make her cum yet,” Another pleaded desperately. “Or she won’t be able to fuck me next.”

“No, I need her to cum inside me,” the wood elf panted, the flames of desire within her unable to be quenched by anything but the swordmage’s seed.

The two women riding her came together, groaning and writhing before letting out desperate cries of climactic release. Elaina’s eyes rolled back into her head for a moment, unable to contain her own orgasm with the vigorous attention lavished upon both her sexes. As her face became glazed with the loved nectar of the brunette on her face, she released a torrent of her own deep into the wood elf, furiously milking her she-cock. “Cum inside me, cum inside me, cum inside me!”

There was an edge of madness to the way she spoke to Elaina as the redhead filled her sweltering insides with thick ropes of sticky faeling jizz. As she came down from the mind-bending intensity of her orgasm, so too did the brunette pressing her slick, wet clit against Elaina’s tongue. Both slid languidly off her like boiled pasta, allowing Elaina to finally sit up.

As she got to her knees, she pushed the sidhe onto her back to lend more of her arm’s strength to the unrelenting finger fucking she intended to give her. Her mouth fell open as her eyes widened in almost horrified surprise at the sudden feral surge of the redhead leaning over her. Lips met with the swordmage’s pussy from behind while a tongue teased the pucker of her asshole tantalizingly, and yet another woman found her way under the redhead to suck the remnants of semen from the tip of her cock. They were all ravenously starved for physical contact, which made Elaina all the more resolved to see to each of their needs. There was no rational thought to it. It was simply a thing she knew she had to do.

The sidhe’s back arched and twisted as Elaina’s fingers coaxed a powerful orgasm from her delicate fae body, her cries of decadent satisfaction muffled by the swordmage’s lips. Without more than a second or two, Elaina moved on to the next woman, the blonde responsible for kissing her at the beginning. She wasn’t gentle with her; there was no need to be. The woman was practically climbing the walls in desperation to have the redhead inside of her, bending over and parting her ass as she petitioned her for penetration.

“I don’t care where you put it,” the blonde panted dramatically. “Just do it before I burn up.”

Seizing the woman’s hips, Elaina placed the tip of her cock to the blonde’s pretty pucker and drove it deep into her. Somewhere within the rolling fog in Elaina’s mind, the unwholesome desire to violate the women took hold. Rather than couple with them in acts of passion, she wanted to use them in ways she’d never fathomed. Their bodies were hers to do with as she wished, and they submitted to her as willing slaves eager to satisfy every perverse whim.

“Ahnn!” the blonde groaned, her back arching slightly. “Fuck yes! Fuck my ass, baby!”

The redhead didn’t think twice. The fires of her libido had been stoked to temperatures she’d never experienced before. The power of the witch’s hex owned them completely now, forcing the women unable to get a piece of Elaina to turn on each other, pushing each other down to grind their sexes recklessly against one another. It wasn’t enough. Whatever the nature of the hex was, it compelled them to return to Elaina again and again like the only well amid a drought.

Elaina slapped the blonde’s ass several times, causing red marks to form on both of her flanks in the process. Another pussy was presented to her to feast from, which she accepted readily like a starving beast. Another tongue found its way between her ass cheeks while hands gripped and pulled at her breasts, pinching her nipples with unspoken promises of more were she to turn her attention to the woman responsible. The swordmage bucked wildly, heedless of how much the blonde could take up her ass, forcing herself deeper into her while she rubbed her clit ecstatically on all fours.

Again, she came, somehow as much as she had before, filling the filthy depths of the blonde woman with gush after gush of thick she-spunk. Before the blonde had even finished coming down from her own orgasm, she pulled herself free and threw the woman whose pussy she’d been eating down onto the bed, where she spread her legs wide to receive her. Someone stroked her shaft clean, likely in a bid to redirect her attention. Elaina drove herself into the unknown woman like a spike, sinking to the hilt in a single stroke before mercilessly ravaging her greedy cunt with an erection that never seemed to falter.

Every woman pleaded and begged, and every woman got what they asked for time and again. One orgasm wasn’t enough---they needed more as time dragged on. The fog in Elaina’s mind, so thick now as to be completely impenetrable, dominated her every move. Not a single thought passed through that fog as the swordmage was consumed by raw, animalistic desire set loose within her. Time ceased to be a concern to her as it passed into eternity. Only the sensations the group of women offered her mattered anymore. The smell of their sweat, the softness of their breasts, and the wet heat of their holes were all she could comprehend.

One by one, each of them was defeated by Elaina’s supernaturally superior stamina until only a strawberry blonde with the most enormous breasts of the bunch remained. The sighs of pleasure and ecstasy had faded into silence somewhere along the way, leaving only the aggressive growling of the swordmage and the weak grunting of the woman pressed firmly against the wall as her pussy was plundered for the fourth or fifth time.

“P-please,” the strawberry blonde pleaded weakly, bracing herself against Elaina as best she could. “I can’t take it anymore. You’re going to break me.”

“Then break,” Elaina snarled, grabbing a handful of the woman’s hair and jerking her head backward to claim her lips. The woman moaned into Elaina’s mouth as their tongues danced around one another, the slippery slit of her cunt tightening and spasming as the rough treatment sent her into another orgasmic fit of ecstasy.

The woman’s knees shook and buckled as she nearly fell to the floor. Managing to hold her up by her hair, Elaina tossed the woman back onto the bed, inspecting each of the spent bodies for which she wanted to use next. It didn’t matter to her which were conscious, if any. It didn’t matter to them either. Most of them had passed out with pleas for more on their lips, whimpering for more even as they lost consciousness. Seeing that the strawberry blonde hadn’t wholly lost consciousness, she decided to finish herself off with her, crawling up onto her chest where she pressed the divinely plush tits together and fucked the space between.

Barely conscious of what she was doing, the woman opened her mouth, preparing to receive the blessing of the new goddess they had all come to worship. Elaina ejaculated onto her tongue and face, glazing her breasts with her thick white spunk that somehow hadn’t lost any of its consistency throughout dozens of orgasms.

“Beautiful,” Elaina whispered in adoration of the woman’s degradation. With one hand, she scooped as much of the cum from between her breasts as she could, forcing her to lick her fingers clean. The strawberry blonde did so readily, her tongue lapping up the viscous fluid like a starved dog. “You like that, don’t you, bitch?”

“Mhmm,” the woman responded, nodding drunkenly as she gave Elaina’s fingers an especially forceful suck. “Give me more, baby.”

Elaina smirked wickedly as she got to her feet in preparation for another round when a wave of vertigo suddenly hit her. Like a stiff breeze through a thick morning fog, the swordmage gained a semblance of clarity before realizing her legs could no longer support her weight.

“Ghhnn,” she grunted before slumping back onto the bed. Her erect cock continued to scream through her body for more, aching for satisfaction before slowly transitioning to the soreness of overuse. Her body continued attempting to right itself, only for the redhead to go tumbling back to the bed amidst the spent bodies of the women she had ravaged into unconsciousness. “W-what---?”

Her mouth had gone dry as though filled with cotton balls, and every muscle in her body decided at once to simply give up. Like the others strewn around her, she couldn’t hold herself up any longer. Had it not been for the continuous influence of the fog of lust in her mind, her body may have given out long ago, but now it was all catching up with her. No longer was she ruled by a desire to use and abuse the vulnerable beauties, but instead, she was overcome by a prevailing sense of shame for having allowed herself ever to have done so.

It hadn’t been her, she knew; it had been the power of the hex Royce had worked on them before taking her leave, amplified by whatever part of the swordmage’s mind that caused her to surrender readily to such debauchery, but it didn’t soften the blow in the slightest. Even if it hadn’t been her, it had been enough of her to matter. Something dark and callous had taken root inside her, concealed by the fog as it retreated from her consciousness into the furthest reaches of her mind. She could feel it there, watching and waiting for the next opportunity it would have to gorge itself upon the bodies of others.

Elaina panted as she struggled to catch her breath, collapsing into the blankets left behind by the gargozu who’d once owned it. She stared up at the ceiling, unable to move or speak as the thick tang of sex hanging in the air from hours of fucking settled upon her like a thick, heavy blanket. She was going to be forced to somehow explain to Paeral how she had rescued his wife from an eternal prison of stone only to violate her body repeatedly.

Righteous anger bubbled up within her toward Royce, who had not only deceived her again but forced her into the position she was in now. Not only had she failed to make good on her intent of bringing the witch back peacefully, she had been delayed by the vishanti’s lust magic for several hours. She tried to hold onto that anger in the hope that it would give her the renewed vigor to get back on her feet and give chase, but there was nothing left for her body to offer. She was utterly spent.

It wasn’t until she saw fleeting images of Kaethe’s face before her that she realized she had fallen asleep. Even in such a state, she could not muster the subconscious energy it took to communicate with her sister effectively.

“Elaina,” the vampire’s voice echoed in her head. Other words followed, but the swordmage couldn’t understand them. The more she tried to focus on them, the more they slipped out of consciousness.

“I have it,” Elaina muttered, hoping she could convey at least that much to Kaethe. “I have it. I have the mirror.”

“What mirror?” Kitch said, lifting Elaina from the bed in both her arms. “Gods, what’s happened to you? Who did this?”

Elaina’s head lolled from one side to the other, her eyes struggling to remain open as she searched the room for Kaethe. She needed to let her know that despite all her failures, she’d found the mirror. She would bring it home to her as soon as she was able. “Kaethe, I have the mirror.”

“Sh, sh,” Kitch muttered gently, wrapping her in a blanket before placing a waterskin to her mouth. “It’s alright. I have you. You’re safe now.”

“I’m sorry,” Elaina groaned, feeling herself on the verge of tears even as she sipped feebly at the water being offered to her. “I thought I could do it peacefully. I thought I knew her, but I didn’t.”

“It’s alright,” Kitch whispered, pulling the blanket tighter around her as a soldier entered from the corridor.

“Ma’am, we’ve searched the lair,” he said professionally, doing his best not to let his gaze drift across the bed full of exhausted nude women. “All the other chambers are empty.”

“*Bon*,” Kitch responded with a firm nod. “Secure the perimeter. Let me know if you find anything.”

The soldier offered her a firm salute and vanished from the chamber once again, leaving Kitch alone with Elaina and the rest of the unnamed women. “Who did this to you?”

“Royce,” Elaina croaked dryly. “Some kind of hex.”

Kitch’s expression turned dark as she shook her head. “So then she has evaded us again.”

“Not entirely,” the swordmage rasped, glancing over at the inert shifter’s circle on the floor. “I broke the circle before she could use it, so she’s on foot now.”

The kyrsahn’s whiskers twitched as her dark eyes twinkled with rekindled hope. “Then we still have a chance to catch up with her.”

“We still have a chance to catch up with her,” Elaina repeated with the faintest smirk tickling her lips. Next time, she wouldn’t let Royce talk her way out of it.