Legends of Belariath
Infernis
Justice and Revenge: Chapter Six - Before the Dawn
Patience. That is key to anything worth doing, he thought. It had taken him many months to fashion the proper Translocation magics to place him within the Castle without fail. It had taken months after that to craft the subtle magic illusions that not only cloaked his form but disguised his voice and even laid false memories into the minds of those that he met. All of it had been worth it, by far. The Queen was solidly in hand now, controlled but not broken. Hope was essential to continued sanity. He needed her intact for another few months. Elric was getting too close to a place of Power, and would need to be called home, he thought to himself as he looked down at the naked girl at his feet with something close to affection. She stirred with a sigh and clutched herself to him and laid her head on his thigh as he smoked and thought and decided. It was time to return.
Translocation magics were a staple of any competent wizard’s collection of magics. Through these spells, a mage can travel the length of a world, pass through the veil between the planes and even enter the world of Dreams. They are too easily detected for many uses, though. Belial had never used them for that reason, unless absolutely necessary and had dedicated some years of his life to finding away around this weakness and had recently, finally, succeeded.
By including a bit of temporal manipulative magic, a teleportation that should be instantaneous takes some time longer. Doing so actually decreases the likelihood of magical detection, as magic does exist in all places, a certain amount of magic must be accounted for in all Detection spells. Through subtle and slow manipulation of the translocation magics and temporal energies, the teleportation that should have set off every alarm within the Castle, instead took over an hour to complete and thus, was undetected. To him, it was nothing, an instant. However, due to the nature of the spell manipulation, he lost a year of his life to each spell. In the end, he didn’t care all that much. There was a price to all things, after all. All of this went through his mind as he found himself in the Royal chambers of the Queen, and lo, there she was.
Beautiful as ever, he thought, as she became aware of his presence. Without trying, he was conscious of her fear and loathing and, deep down, a bit of hunger. It was this hunger he fed and used to keep her chained in that crystalline collar. Cassandra stood there, unmoving, and head bowed, clad in only a night shift. Only a few candles lit the room, but it was enough to reveal her hair, loose and flowing, and the obvious conflict in her as she forced herself not to look at him. So entranced with her and her hunger that he did not notice her fear increasing with each moment and her refusal to meet his eyes. It was one of the few times he’d let down his guard and so it was even more delicious to Celeste as her infernal spell slammed into the wizard like a giant’s hammer.
Belial was staggered by the powerful words, each one hitting him like a physical blow and seemed to echo through his mind and body. His mind quickly decided on a spell of Deflection and unconsciously went through the gestures and muttered syllables of the spell, weaving the magic into the desired effect. Celeste continued her verbal assault, hissing words born in Hell and hurling them at the wizard with increasingly lessening effect. The wizard Belial found his balance again and cast off the effects of the Infernal speech long enough to begin his own spell casting.
Celeste kept herself between the wizard and the Queen, keeping her own patience and trusting in the wizard’s arrogance to be his undoing. She backed up a few steps and began the motions of a Protection spell. Belial leaped forward, literally at her retreating and was rewarded with the crimson flaring of a Rune circle that surrounded him with a shimmer of force. Belial would have cursed had he been able to do so. The circle bound him physically as well as mentally and could nothing more than look on as the sorceress drew her own jeweled and enchanted dagger and approached the wizard with efficient speed.
The rage in Belial’s eyes was equaled only by the surprise in the sorceress’ own when Celeste found herself staggering backward and dropping her blade, suddenly confused and distracted by the flickering candles, she couldn’t concentrate, gods. Cassandra, throughout it all, had remained back and tried not to watch the duel. Thus, she was shocked to hear the clatter of the dagger and Celeste’s own confused ramblings and looked back up to see a seconded robed figure step from where the wizard had appeared moments before and kick at the carefully drawn runes and discharging their magic.
Belial staggered for a moment after the circle was broken and leaned against his robed companion and then turned to the sorceress. With casual ease, he repeated her own Infernal speech back at her, pounding her with her own spell and leaving her on the floor, dead to the world. Cassandra opened her mouth to say something, perhaps a curse, perhaps a plea for mercy, perhaps to scream. She never got the chance as light filled her world and she knew no more.
The first thing she became aware of was the clammy air and the sound of wet dripping. After that was the melting pleasure between her thighs that rolled up into her stomach and back down again to her thighs. Opening her eyes, she found herself in a cavern of sorts and vaguely aware of the cold air on her skin. Too much skin. She was bare to the tips of her toes and lying on cold wet stone. A low moaning filled the air and echoed lightly and covered the sound of dripping. Cassandra raised her head and focused her hazy mind on the movement across from her, her own pleasure filling her mind and making it hard to concentrate. A strange vision of multiple arms and legs that sorted itself out. She turned away, her own hunger flaring suddenly at the sight of her sister slowly moving up and down in the wizard’s lap, and moaning with obvious pleasure. Both wizard and woman faced toward the queen but oblivious to all, except each other. Cassandra could not look away from the visage of the two wrapped around each other, his hands cupping and squeezing her breasts and her own arms thrown back and around his neck. Cassandra tried to get to her feet and that got their attention finally. Alaya rose off the wizard’s erect flesh and turned on her heel, kneeling down and taking him into her mouth with a pleased purr. The wizard continued to ignore the petrified woman as he enjoyed the girl’s attentions for a few more minutes before he held her head down on his shaft and came again, grunting. He watched Cassandra with unblinking and sneering eyes as he filled her sister’s mouth and throat before releasing her to let her clean his flesh and stand pulling on her own robes.
Cassandra’s own pleasure remained at the simmering pace she had woke with, and tried to encompass the depth of her failure. Her thighs clenched involuntarily as the wizard approached and grabbed the small chain attached to the collar she wore and tugged her forward with a lurch. “Come and see your savior.”
Cassandra followed behind the wizard across the cavern and a second sound began to filter through her hazy and muddled thoughts. A wet sound. A slithering. A soft and warm hand lifted her head to look on the edge of a pit. The sorceress lay there, gagged and tied and looking fiercely angry. Where that anger was directed, she couldn’t tell.
The wizard hauled the Sorceress to her feet and turned her so that she could see down into the pit. The beginning of her scream was cut off when he shoved her down into the pit. Shoved forward, Cassandra looked down into the pit, her gaze held there by Belial’s grip in her hair, she barely comprehended what she saw. Some ‘thing’ was down below, coiled but not a snake. Celeste was already covered with the things as they slithered over her, leaving trails of clear viscous fluids over her skin. She tried to scream again and the slithering tentacles moved suddenly, sliding beneath her robes and her scream became something a yelp, a whimpering sound. Cassandra could see them moving beneath the robes and then out of the numerous cuts and rips, and finishing the rips, leaving the sorceress exposed to the air and to the creature. Wildly, the sorceress tried to wiggle away from the tentacles, which was impossible at this point. Her hands and feet still tied, the creature curled tentacles around those bindings and used them to lift her up, suspending her.
Cassandra stood on the edge of the pit, wanting to step back, wanting to look away from the sight of the slithering tentacles snapping the woman’s bindings and spreading her legs and arms, leaving her spread-eagled in the air above the waving tentacles. She leaned back again, and felt the wizard behind her, and he was plainly and obviously ready to take her again. Cassandra could feel him pushing her forward again toward the edge of the pit, her feet stumbling and she braced herself against falling. Unfortunately, or fortunately her mind whispered, her legs were further apart now, and the wizard had her by her arms, and leisurely running his shaft against her ass and between her thighs, stroking her simmering flesh with it. Her choices were simple, she knew. Fall forward and join the sorceress below or lean back and give herself to the wizard again.
Celeste screamed with fury and fear, one of the tentacles ripping her gag off with a smooth motion and slipping between her lips and into her mouth. She gagged and tried to bite down, but it gave completely, and did not tear, rubbery. She couldn’t catch her breath, breathing through her nose as she was. It filled her mouth and throat, and she grew lightheaded from it all. The sorceress gasped for air as it withdrew and left stains of slime on her lips and tongue and she screamed when it slid down her belly and into her unprepared flesh. It had little trouble snaking inside, due to the translucent slime. Celeste sobbed with rage and swore horrible things on them all, the tentacle roaming over her body and probing lightly at her. A second tentacle found her rectum and slid inside after a bit of effort and a strangled scream from Celeste, the best she could do, as a second tentacle had found her lips and was busy pistioning itself into her throat. Cassandra could hardly focus on the scene below; her own pleasure was reaching a boiling point. The wizard had bent her forward to continue to watch the sorceress’ defilement, and was busy slipping his shaft into her ass again. Her body stretched to fit the wizard’s probing and she shuddered with the pain and pleasure of it. Her hair had fallen down into her face to mask the image. She needed no more stimulation, and a low moan drifted up from the pit. Two hands separated the curtain of hair, and pulled it out of the way, and she could see the sorceress below bucking back against the tentacles that were filling her flesh and rubbing incessantly against her skin. She was moaning around a third tentacle that filled her throat, and Cassandra whined softly, pushing back against Belial’s poundings. She would not fall forward into the pit. She felt the wizard tense up and pull her back against him and grind against the softness of her hips and ass, filling her, grunting softly. She gasped and came suddenly, grinding back against the wizard, whimpering and shuddering, and once again she knew no more.
As she lost consciousness, all three of them vanished from the cavern, leaving Celeste to the beast. All that remained was the slithering of the creature and the soft, low moans that echoed and lingered.