Chapter #4Cultists in the Dark by: Unknown Feanaro sat before the low burning fire and gazed into it, it's warm glow casting evil shadows behind him. Several hours had passed since everyone had gone to bed and Feanaro sat around the low burning fire, occassionally adding a bit more magic to it to keep it burning. "Do you find sleep hard to find? Or is there something on your mind?" he whispered as Meshnel emerged from one of the tents.
"Maybe I'm an early riser and I slept perfectly?" replied the mage with a smile.
"Doubtless. Unless approximately 2am in the morning is your ides of an early rise... that and you only went to bed two hours ago."
Meshnel shrugged. "One of the few bonuses to having demon traits is that you can function just fine for several days without sleep if need be. Well what's your excuse?"
"I don't need sleep, not unless i want to... that and Adjara snores dreadfully when she's nervous. She may not look it but she understands our plight just as deeply as you or I. A demon entity with an entire realm's magic and resources to call upon is most likely aware of our position and may even possess the power to kill both of us if we're not careful. I don't know about you but just because I'm immortal doesn't mean a few too many sword blades sticking in my ribcage won't kill me."
"A few? You'll have to show me that trick." remarked Meshnel with a slight chuckle. "But honestly I just came out because we're so damn exposed here, wards or not. That damn demoness bitch from earlier knows where we are and it would only take an hour or so to summon sufficient magical forces to a specific location if this demon has as much power as we expect. An attack could come at any moment and we've got nowhere to run to for cover."
"Oh we'll be under attack in the space of about two minutes or so actually.
Meshnel spat out his recently summoned beverage and grabbed his sword. "What? I didn't sense anything! How long have they been here?"
"I onlt just noticed them now. They have disabled all the wards successfully up to the last one, where the mage got a litle too careless and triggered it for a second or two. So if you wouldn't mind waking the others so at least as they attack we'll have weapons in our hands. I'll hold odd one of their waves off and give the other waves coming in from different directions a moments pause." With that Feanaro stood up and disappeared.
Meshenl swore and sent out a telepathic message into all the others, jerking them awake. "We're under attack, grab your weapons and defend yourselves! Rena, Aner I don't want you to press the attack, just engage those that get past any of the others and make it to you. You're too much of a liability in combat with your new bodies." Meshnel ended his message there. Feanaro would already have issued orders to Adjara and Andrea. Just as well he had finished his message by then as a bolt of lightning suddenly shot out from the darkness towards him. Meshnel gave a wave of his hand and deflected the blast with minimal effort, noticing that the bolt of blue lightning that came from the mage had also illuminated another 4 or so people in red robes around her. He sighed. It also got tricky when there were more than one spellslinger at a time.
He teleported into their midst and unleashed a basic fire dome around himself with a quick spell and forced the mages to jump outside the ring. However one man, clad in several peices of what was obviously magically reinforced plate armor and carrying a huge tower shield simply took the attack and allowed the fire near him to be absorbed by the shield. The man then charged in towards him, sword in his spare arm pointing while using his shield to absorb any further magic attacks, like an old roman soldier almost. Meshnel easily teleported behind the young soldier and was about to run him through when about three or so lightning blasts launched themselves at his back, forcing him to teleport away just in time.
Damn! They're pretty skilled at fighting as a group, I might outmatch them in power easily but with their co-ordination this might take longer than i can afford. Meshnel thought to himself as he reappeared behind one of the mages, only to have three of the mages throw up a barrier around the mage, deflecting Meshnel's blade. He raised his arm for a second strike with which to hopefully break through the barrier but the soldier was already at his flank, sword raised to the side of his shield, while the last two mages furled another few lightning bolts at him.
Out in the dark Adjara had teamed up with Askurei as the two worked togther to sew chaos among the many other waves, halting their attack on the main camp as Adjara would appear before them and attack distract them. Usually getting into melee with any nearby soldiers, forcing the mages to rotate around the two of them to get a viable shot at the cat-girl as she jumped around the soldiers, her blades flashing, parrying and striking out at the men with magic-prood shields. Normally her attack would strike enchanted armor or shields but on occassion she would strike a glancing blow on one of the attackers and leave him open to a follow-up attack like a katar to his neck and up into his brain. But this was primairily a disraction so that Askurei could sneak up behind one of the mages and neatly run one of his daggers through their heart, dropping them silently and unnoticably.
It wasn't untill Adjara teleported behind one of the remaining mages and the sorceress threw up her barrier she realised that the other mages, who were supposed to be reinforcing her shield were dead, allowing Adjara's attack to break through the barrier with enough ease. However it was time consuming and both Askurei and Adjara were aware that for every group they eliminated another one got past them. They could only hope that Meshnel and Feanaro were faring better than them.
Meshnel however wasn't faring so well, working solo meant he was forced to exert large amount of magic to break through their barriers in single blows and even then, reinforced by four others he didn't always succeed. Obviously these spellcasters were not only skilled but channeling one of the higher up demon's energy. And a fair amount too if he/she was able to empower so many people to such a degree. But the main concern he had was that he had to use so much magic, it was really starting to tire him. He had ablready eliminated about 30 people, five groups worth and there always seemed to be one more group, ready to strike from the darkness the moment he thought that he might have dealt with the final group and they were armed with the knowledge of his previous exhibited combat abilities too, dragging on the fight even longer. Still... there couldn't be too many left. Soon the attacks would stop... surely.
Back within the camp site Rena and Aner tried to hold their own against a group of swordsmen and women who had gotten past Feanaro and Meshnel, while there was only about six of them in Rena's expanded state every single one of her sword swings sent her off balance and forced Aner to step in with a parry to prevent her twin from being cut in riposte. Though Aner was much more full-figured being in a shadow warped world such as this enabled her to move with enough enhanced strength and speed that she able to negate her bigger figure to a degree. Still it was only a matter of time Rena figured before her edowments brought them both down. Now that is an interesting idea. So heavy you can't stand. If you survive wanna give it a try? came a telpathic whisper. "Andrea! Damn you, you perverted demon. This is your fault we're fighting for our life and losing so badly!" cursed Rena as she blocked a crude swing aimed at her head and tried to follow the attack through with a swipe at the women's overextended swordarm. The lunge almost tipped her over and as she was forced to drive her blade into the ground to stop her inertia bringing her down Aner used some of her shadow energy to speed herself up enough to dive over to her twin and block the swordswoman's partner's counter attack. But a third swordsmwoman who had been studying the two of them had been waiting for this moment and lunged forward with his blade, aiming at Aner's exposed rear.
"Now now." chided the demon, materialising behind the man who had been waiting for his chance to attack and driving her extended nails through his skull, freezing his body mid attack before Andrea lifted the body, still attached to her right hand and effortlessly tossed the corpse over her shoulder, the body sliding loose with a sickening sucking sound. "If you're not open to that how about at least a little reward for saving your twin's life?" She smiled as the remaining five swordsmen and women were forced to reposition themselves with the appearance of a new foe.
"Fuck you!" retorted Aner as she took up a defensive stance to her remaing two opponents. "You're the reason we're like this! Why should we thank you for anything?" She dodged the first attack that came at her, a swing at her head, and used the weilder's remaing momentum to overbalance and give her a shot at her other opponent, allowing her to slice through his swordarm. The appendage and blade dropped to the ground with a scream of pain and the woman dropped to the ground, rolling clutching the bloody stump.
"That was Askurei's fault to be honest. He beat me and on my honor as a demon i was forced to train him in whatever demon techniques he wanted. Besides, you were there when you heard him ask it. Hell you even said you didn't mind. What did you think i was going to teach him? I'm a succubus! Did you think I was going to show him how to teleport into hell? Or make demon contracts?" Andrea slashed one of the swordsmen's chests and red blood squirted out from the five long lines that went diagonally alon his entire torso. The other swordsman cried out in shock as her partner was cut and raised her sword to strike back at the demon in vengeance but the demon disappeared from sight and materialised behind her. A moment later her body ignited as Andrea pressed a rune into her back with her left hand, the right one shooting a fireball at a sorceress who burst unto the scene from behind one of the sents. The sorceress countered with a water spell of her own that caused a large explosion as the two opposing elemental magics made contact.
"That would almost have been preferable!" snarled Rena as she finally defeated her single opponent, using her extra weight to add force behind her as she broke through her opponent's guard when the two had locked blades. She then was able to help Aner finish off her last opponent.
"Somehow I doubt that. The way you two reacted to the arousal spells Askurei threw at both of you you're more suseptible than I would have suspected. Meaning this wasn't your first experience with sex magic or your first consentual experience either. Besides from the way you two were reacting at the spring as you expanded I'd think you were almost enjoying it. But I suppose i could have been reading that wrong... Pleasuring yourself and moaning in enjoyment obviously went you were fighint it the whole way... right?" The demon laughed as she halted the water spell the sorceress threw at her, keeping the ball condensed in her extended right hand. With another light laugh she teleported behind the mage, knocking her spell staff from her hand as she turned around. "My gift to you." she whispered to the sorceress, blowing on the ball of water in her open palm as she held it in front of the sorceress's face. The water take upon a life of it's own as the demoness's breath caressed it. Expanding to half the size of a full sized adult the water then jumped from Andeea's hand and forced itself down the sorceress' throat, litre by litre. The effect was almost instant. The young woman, grabbed her breasts, a somewhat impressive C-cup initially surged forth, instantly causing her form fitting red dress to rip in a few places to allow for her breasts new size. "Obviously a battle mage." remarked Andrea. "Her dress doesn't expand whatsoever to accomodate her better figure. What an oversight on the designer's behalf."
The sorceress raised one of her hands away from her chest in a vain attempt to stop the water spell from filling her but the pressure behind the water was too great to make any effective barrier and Andrea made sure to keep her arousal spell up to mess with her opponent's mind enough to prevent her casting a spell, though soon it was obvious that probably wasn't the only reason Andrea maintained the spell. Her arms which had been wrapped around her chest, trying to suppress the expansion vainly, moved back slwoly as her hands unclenched and began to massage her own breasts. A gurgle came through as the sorceress moaned in pleasure at the feelings in her chest. As the sorceress's breasts surged even bigger as they filled with water and reached the size of an average basketball the spell slinger began to stumble as the new weight had it's effect on her body. She bent forward slightly, and took several steps forward as she tried to understand her still changing centre of gravity, the gurgling noise began almost constant as the arousal spell continued and enhanced the sensations the sorcess was felling ever more strongly. Her top ripped completely at that point, ripping along the side lines of the dress and allowing her breasts to pop free of their inadequate container. The sorceress sank to her knees as the water spell finished by driving the last of it's self into her breasts in one big go, crying out in pleasure as her breasts ended at the size af a beachabll, being huge enough to rest of her knees as she sat in euphoria, rubbing her breasts in ecstasy. Andrea quickly bound her hands and her mouth with a single spell, simple black bindings wrapping around her wrists and mouth, muffling her moans. "That ladies is how you capture an enemy. I think after a few hours this little elf will tell us anything we want." remarked Andrea with a note of satisfaction as both Aner and Rena blushed and turned around, watching for more enemies.
"I hope you were watching Askurei. This is one of the methods you can use to capture an enemy with little struggle and no visible harm. Though you'll find such methods generally limited to women as males generally are more resistant to arousal spells and can still use a sword quite effectively."
"Yeah, I understand. They're all dead by the way... Dead or teleported away. The others should be back in a moment or two once they realise that we're safe." replied Askurei as he sat down on a log by the fire and began to wipe his blades clean of blood and ichor. Adjara nodded to Andrea as she reappeared from the shadows before walking back into her tent without a word. She knew the events that would follow and decided it unneccesary to listen in and miss any more of her sleep. Sure enough Meshnel appeared a few moment later, a slightly haggard look to his features but a faint grin of satisfaction there as well. He grabbed a seat by the fire, let out a sigh and took a drink, basking in the momentary silence before something came to his attention. "Who is she and why is she like that?" he asked after a moment.
"My prisoner." declared Andrea with a broad smile and boastful tone. "I think after an hour of 'self reflecton' she''ll probably be easy enough to break. I'll leave that to either of you two magely men. My job is done."
Feanaro was already leaning against a tree as everyone turned away from the water-filled soreress to face the fire again, making everyone wonder just how long he'd been there. As everyone took a seat around the fire Feanaro spoke. "As you're aware the attack has been repelled in no small part to all of your efforts and now the demon behind the attack with need time to regroup his or her forces. Once the suns up we'll move. Adjara will be driving while I attempt to see what I can do for Rena and Aner. At the moment you two are a liability if anything and it would almost be wiser to leave you two back in earth's realm did we not need the numbers. So I want everyone to get a few more hours rest. Meshnel and I will keep watch, just in case." As the group began to head back to their tents Feanaro spoke once more. "Oh Andrea. You're sleeping in Rena and Aner's tent since they can't defend themselves properly at the moment." A look passed between the two dark elves and the demoness but Feanaro choose to ignore it. "I'll see you all in 5 hours again. Be ready."
Option 1: The night passes with no noteable mention and the group prepares to leave for the capital, allowing Feanaro to work on Aner and Rena for part of the trip before stopping for a break.
Option 2: Andrea (ever loyal to her succubus nature) has what amusement she can with Rena and Aner as they (try to) sleep. After all Feanaro's going to fix them tomorrow so what's a little bigger?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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