Legends of Belariath
Infernis
Justice and Revenge: Chapter Seven - Trailing Flames and Regrets
Things change, they say. Nothing was more evident than this in the last few months in the forest city. Gossip filled the taverns and whispers permeated the Castle. Fear and despair floated through the city like a tide, ebbing and flowing with the rise and fall of the Sun. Because within the Castle, Cassandra Queen of the Green Realm, had secluded herself. And whispers spoke of her sister’s arrival in the Realm and assumption of a role of authority in her sister’s absence. For the first time, fear of the future was openly seen in the city, people fleeing in the night and fires burning empty buildings.
Cassandra watched the smoke and glow from those fires from her chamber and would have known sorrow, if she could have felt anything at all. As it was, she felt ‘nothing’ now. Behind her, rising over the sounds of the distant fire and the shouts of those fighting it, came the soft and drawn out moans of her sister as the wizard took her again. Cassandra’s hands clutched her short shift and she leaned against the sealed window sill, a stab of piercing pleasure coursed through her, making her squeeze her legs together against the incorporeal flesh. Either to deny entrance or to increase her pleasure, she wasn’t sure anymore which.
”Join us, Cassandra.”
The softly spoken words hit the queen and loathing filled her as she turned and walked back into the chamber, doing her best to avoid the sight of the wizard plundering her sister from behind on her own bed. It wasn’t easy as each pulse of pleasure her sister experienced was transferred to her, willing or unwilling. Cassandra bit her lower lip and tried, mostly unsuccessfully, to deny the pleasure. Each step was glory and agony, the friction was so that she had to walk slowly and widely, and because of that, she could feel her own arousal beginning to slip down her thighs. Ever since the wizard had demonstrated the rewards of attacking him personally on the sorceress Celeste, she’d given no thought to escape or scheming. Only survival remained. When Elric returned, she would tell all, her shame and guilt be damned, she thought as she leaned against the bed post and struggled with her own body’s betrayal.
Belial knelt there, behind the young woman and pleasuring himself with her body, although his eyes never left the Queen’s own flushed face as he thrust forward into her sister time and again, making her cry softly and groan into the soft sheets of the Royal bed. Belial took his pleasure with the delicious bonus of what it was doing to Cassandra herself. He had linked her and her sister’s essences, making their pleasures the same and forcing the Queen to love the sight of her sister’s unnatural love of his flesh and enjoy it as much as she herself did. Alaya, her hair hanging down into her face moaned incessantly with the methodical and ceaseless coursing of pleasure from her thighs up her torso to her throbbing chest and to her face, flushing it and forcing whimpering cries from her. Her life had become an endless series of lessons and pleasurings, his voice in her mind and his flesh in her body. She knew, in a distant corner of her mind, that she had had a life before this, but she didn’t truly care anymore about the priesthood or the god she had professed to worship. A sudden thrill of pleasure struck her like lightning and the strength in her arms faded instantly and she fell forward onto her face and moaned decadently into the bed, her Master’s hands holding her hips tightly and not allowing her complete collapse yet, and he continued his torture.
Cassandra, as well, felt the blast of indulgent pleasure and nearly fell to the floor, her small reserve of restraint exhausted. Her hands moved to the shift and pulled it up out of the way of her questing hands. Her fingers met slick skin and quivering flesh as she sought to relieve the horrible friction and throbbing pleasure that overwhelmed her mind. If she could just ‘think’, her mind rambled as her fingers slid up into her body and sought to scratch that itch and her palm ground against her bare flesh and making her groan. In spite of her hatred, her eyes found the wizard’s body and stared with naked hunger at the thrusting and groaning flesh and wanted only to be her sister, and she hated herself for it.
Belial stared at the Queen’s own shuddering form and smiled his approval at the hatred and hunger in her face as she gazed at his taking of her sister. His smile increased as a thought entered his mind and he spoke again.
“On your knees, slave.”
Cassandra heard his words and nearly spat him, in spite of the deep pleasures that continued to make her legs go weak with each heart beat. Seeing that look of token defiance, Belial laughed and slapped Alaya’s ass as he continued to drive into the whimpering girl’s swollen flesh, making her cry out and coincidentally, taking what strength Cassandra had left, and forcing her to her own knees next to the bed and next to Belial, her fingers never ceasing to stroke up into her own body and making her shudder. Alaya, as well, ground back against the wizard’s strokings, enjoying her sister’s own pleasure as her own and making her climax yet again, shuddering and crying softly, the friction from the sheets on her skin was driving her insane by now.
Belial pulled back and away from the shuddering girl and allows her to collapse onto the bed completely to sigh and twitch from the continued pleasure from her sister. He turned slightly to Cassandra and reaches out with his hand to grip her hair and tug her mouth forward onto his wet shaft, laughing softly at her soft resistance that ends with his flesh in her mouth and her sobbing filling the room.
Cassandra cried softly around his flesh and shuddered with the decadent pleasures that continued to echo through her body and made her shudder with each of his thrusts into her mouth, staining her lips with his and her sister’s pleasures. She found herself urging him on with her mouth and tongue and before much longer, he pulled out of her mouth and she cried out with both regret and need. Her cries were rewarded with his own climaxing and she drank deeply from him, savoring and shuddering at her own sudden release. Her moans mixed with her sister’s as both of them ground onto fingers and found relief from their own pressures.