~BUILDING AN ARMY~
Raesindra watched with a critical eye as the latest of her new Succubi took its first victim. Ceraloni stood beside her, watching just as closely, if not for the same things. The elven Lady wasn't watching the two bodies tangle into one, but the flows of life force in the two creatures.
"That is the last of the Mag'har males," Raesindra commented.
"No matter. My Felpods will be back with new specimens soon," Ceraloni said dismissivly.
Meanwhile, the succubus and the orc had toppled to the ground, flesh of snow tangling with flesh of rust. The newly demonized female had impaled herself on thick orc cock and was riding the dazed male with near-mindless enthusiasm.
Almost immediatly, the orc cried out, exploding his seed into the nubile demon. Raesindra could actually see the Succubus' belly jiggle from the powerful cock's convulsions. The orc's eyes rolled up into his head as his body twitched. His body kept twitching for almost a full minute before he lay still.
"Seven seconds," Ceraloni noted. "Good, but not great."
"They were all a little slow their first time," Raesindra reminded her mistress. "Even as powerful as we've made them, they still get distracted by their own pleasure the first time."
"Are you sure you've boosted the potency of their natural pheramone to its maxiumum potential?"
"Yes I am," Raesindra nodded. "I've tried variations with a few of the throw-aways, but even the slightest bit stronger, and it renders victims impotent instead of causing hyper-arrousal."
Ceraloni nodded. "It was a stroke of genius to replace their skin with vaginal tissue," the Lady complimented Raesindra.
"Thank you, Mistress," Raesindra replied humbly. "I had the idea to make their pheremonal effect stronger using sweat glans, but it was actually easier to change the nature of their skin entirely. As a bonus, they're very slippery, which should aid them in combat."
The deflowered Succubus got up off the deceased Mag'har, orc cum oozing down her thighs, and went to her knees before the glorious Lady. Her entire body glistened with wetness.
"You shall be named Kala," Ceraloni decreed. "You are welcomed to my service."
Ceraloni reached out, her fingertip glowing a fel green, and touched the newly named Kala on the forehead. She sent a jolt of energy into the Succubus' body, straight down her spine and into her pussy. Kala was knocked onto her back with a squeal of pleasure. Ceraloni concentrated.
The Succubus' loins convulsed visibly. After several moments, Kala's slit was still pulsing, but she got to her cloven feet anyway.
Kala bowed before her mistress, and then dove out of the sanctum to join her sisters in the Garden. The second-youngest, Jala, met her new sister in mid air and kissed her without preamble, and the two Succubi tumbled downward with a hand in each other's crotch.
Ceraloni turned to her faithful Shivan servant. "How are your efforts to mutate the Wereflowers going?"
"Not well," Raesindra admitted. "They're stubborn organisms and they resist magical alteration. I've only succeeded in killing several of them."
"There must be a way," Ceraloni said. "The Wereflowers are certainly useful as they are. And enjoyable. But I want a mobile mutant strong enough to be used as a weapon."
Raesindra nodded. "Yes, my Lady."
The Wereflower was a fasinating creature from the Sayyad homeworld. One of the most curious things about Sayyad was the complete lack of males in the species. Somehow, and even Raesindra who was an expert on Sayyad did not know how, the Sayyad had evolved a symbiotic relationship with a species of massive red flowers. Sayyad actually mated with the flowers.
They had a collection of Wereflowers under a dome cage in the Garden, where Raesindra was headed. She stepped on the teleportation plate and suddenly found herself looking up at the tall and graceful red petals of one of the plants.
Only three of the dozen or so flowers were occupied. The three uncorrupted Sayyad they'd first captured were kept down here day and night, under a sleep spell. Every couple of months, a new Sayyad was born. They matured quickly, and as soon as they were grown, Raesindra took them and turned them into Succubi.
"How are my girls doing?" Raesindra asked the unresponsive creatures as she walked passed.
Wereflowers could only impregnate Sayyad, of course, but they were so well evolved to pleasure the female body that Raesindra and Ceraloni had both climbed into one on several occasions. Raesindra was sorely tempted to indulge herself right then, but she had to check the outer ring of Wereflowers first, to see if any of her spells had born fruit, so to speak.
Sadly, Raesindra was met with dissapointment once more. The two she'd tried to alter this time had withered up and died again. Raesindra slumped against the bars of the cage and sighed.
"Damn you plants," the Shivan grumbled. "Why will you not bend?"
Raesindra sighed again. There was simply nothing to be done until the failed plants could be replaced.
Reaching across her shoulder, Raesindra undid the one fastening on her thin silver gown and let it fall to the ground. She ran all six of her hands over her naked body as she wondered which of the healthy Wereflowers she wanted to experience.
They were all pretty much the same, so Raesindra ended up picking one at random.
She stood before the curtain of red petals and dipped a finger in her sex. Raesindra was already wet with anticipation. Once her finger was well and wetted, she dabbed the moisture against the soft petals.
The Wereflower opened for her, the petals slowly drawn aside allowing the demoness inside. Raesindra stepped onto the spongey innards of the Wereflower.
The inside of these flowers was their real marvel. A hundred stamen waved like reeds in the wind, drawn to the scent of an aroused vagina. Each was tipped with a miniature penis, and came up roughly to the level of Raesindra's navel.
As Raesindra waded into them, the stamen nudged at her, seeking out the alluring sent of her sex. They bumped into each other as they nudged her crotch. Some tried to cling to her arms or legs by curving around her, but she wasn't quite ready to let them have her yet, and their strength was no match for bone and muscle. The stamen pulled at her thighs, trying fruitlessly to force her legs apart.
That, of course, was one of the things Ceraloni wanted her to change about the Wereflowers. The Lady wanted the plants strong enough to overpower a person. Strong enough to rape, not just pleasure.
The petals closed behind her, throwing the flower's interior into a deep maroon twilight. She was at the flower's center, where the pistil, a thick yellow shaft taller than her, curved down to greet her. The pistil was as thick as her arm, but its tip sported a pair of very humanoid-looking lips. Instead of a tongue, though, the lips opened and a thin, cock-shaped tendril snaked out.
Normally, the Wereflower used this tendril to sow its spores in the body of the Sayyad it was impregnating, so that the Sayyad would spread the Wereflowers wherever they went. The spores died instantly when they entered a demon's body, but it still felt good to let the flower do as it would.
The pistil wound twice around Raesindra's midrift and slid up between her breasts, searching for her mouth. She let the flower have her, unclenching her thighs and letting the prehensile pistil take her weight.
Now that Raesindra was no longer resisting, the cock-tipped stamen wound around her limbs and pulled her down amongst themselves, pulling her legs apart and winding over any part of her they could find, inadvertantly massaging the whole of her.
Stamen fought to get at her dripping enterance. One managed to slip inside her, invoking a soft gasp from the Shivan. A second followed the first, worming its way in beside its brother, then a third. Raesindra moaned, throwing her head back. Her tight passage was stretched wonderfully as the three stamen wriggled around each other inside her.
More tried to join the first three, but three was all that could fit. While trying to get in, though, some of the heads rubbed Raesindra's clit and ass. One particularly slipery one actually manage to penetrate her puckered hole, wriggling into her rear.
Raesindrea moaned. It was just too good.
The pistil, which had so far simply been holding the majority of her weight, wound around Raesindra's neck, its end opening and affixing to her mouth. She didn't resist the tendril that wormed its way into her mouth; it was soft and tasted like flesh. She sucked on it lightly without even really meaning to.
She just relaxed and let the Wereflower have its way with her. Soon she was completely covered in warm and slippery Sayyad seed. The stamen didn't ejaculate, but were always coated with what essentially ammounted to cum.
It wasn't long before the Wereflower coaxed the first of many orgasms from Raesindra's flushed body. She convulsed, gasping with pleasure around the tendril in her mouth. Her loins rippled, clamping down on the wriggling stamen.
The flower had no way of recognizing that, though. It would keep doing what it was doing for several days before depleting itself and going still for half a day or so to recover.
Raesindra layed back with a contented sigh and let the Wereflower keep doing its work, slowly building her up to another climax.
She stayed in the flower for the rest of the day. After her fourth orgasm, a fourth stamen managed to squeeze itself into her pussy, and after her sixth orgasm, a second stamen gained enterance to her ass. The pistil was lodged so far down her throat she couldn't even tell where the head was, and her body was covered with a thick layer of flowercum.
"Enjoying yourself, Raesindra?" came the voice of her mistress, suddenly.
Raesindra's eyes snapped open and she sat up, pulling her arms from the stamen's grasp and prying the pistil off her face so she could answer.
By the time Raesindra managed it, though, the curtain of petals had opened to reveal Ceraloni standing over her, nude and smirking.
"You can stay put," Ceraloni told her. "I've come to join you."
"My Lady," Raesindra acknowledged.
Ceraloni slid herself up Raesindra's cumsoaked body, much warmer than the Wereflower's flesh. She crushed her breasts against Raesindra's and straddled the demon. Stamen wound themselves around Ceraloni's body, wriggling into her wanton holes. Almost twice as many fit into Ceraloni as fit in Raesindra.
Raesindra's arms went around her mistress as Ceraloni pressed her lips down on the Shivan's. The pistil wound around the two of them, binding mistress to servant. It wasn't long before Ceraloni was in the same state as Raesindra, wracked by orgasm and covered in flowercum. Truely a marvolous organism, the Wereflower.
Much later, Ceraloni floated up through her Garden with a sleeping Raesindra in her arms. Naked and dripping Sayyad seed, Ceraloni carried the Shivan out to her sleeping quarters in the south tower. Almost as an afterthought, Ceraloni cleaned them both off with a quick spell.
Raesindra was sound asleep and in no danger of waking up, so Ceraloni dumped the Shivan unceremoniously onto the bed and turned to glide gracefully away.
Ceraloni smiled at her own timing, for her teleporters lit up at just that moment, heralding the return of her Felpods. With a flash of green, the first of the returning constructs materalized on the outskirts of Ceraloni's fortress.
More flashes followed. Felpods glided out of the teleporters, rising up towards the crown of the fortress.
After the eighth flash, the teleporters went quiet.
Ceraloni stopped dead. Eight was wrong. Her Felpods always hunted in sets of three and she'd sent nine. One was missing.
Ceraloni flew, literally, into the sanctum where the returned Felpods awaited her orders. In the hundreds of years since their creation, a Felpod had never failed to return to her.
"Array," Ceraloni commanded.
The Felpods arranged themselves immediatly, forming a square in the air. A square with a missing corner.
"Azeroth," Ceraloni breathed, gazing at the occupants of the two who were missing their third. They'd brought her a strange feathered woman-creature and a male human.
She ordered the Felpods that had returned to deposit their catches on the tables. The other set she'd sent to Azeroth had brought her a female jungle troll, a male night elf, and a burly male tauren. The final set of three had brought her two Mag'har females and a male. Once all eight had emptied themselves, Ceraloni dismissed seven of the Felpods and set a preserving spell over the new specimens so she could revive them at her leasure.
She turned to the lone remaining Felpod. "Sleep," she commanded.
Her golem complied immediatly, falling forward onto the floor of the sanctum.
Ceraloni stared at it in annoyance. She'd never considered this possibility, that anything could ever prevent one of her creations from completing its directives. There was no easy way to "ask" her Felpod what happened to its counterpart.
The only course Ceraloni could think to take was to open up the Felpod's body and remove one of its memory crystals. It was slow, precice work, and as Ceraloni began by carefully removing one of the back-plates, her jaw was set in annoyance. It was mostly her own lack of foresight that irked Ceraloni. Her Felpods were not as perfect as she'd thought.
Several hours later, Ceraloni had her prize. A tiny fragment of crystal that contained a copy of the Felpod's visual memory. She slid off the Felpod's back and drifted across the sanctum towards the shielded partition.
The force shield recognized her presence and dispersed, revealing an intricate arcane console. It was the most precious device Ceraloni possesed, for it controlled every fuction of her massive fortress.
Ceraloni went to one of the consoles and placed the crystal in a small tray. Tiny beams of arcane energy snared the crystal and held it aloft. She touched the circuit of a projection crystal on the console and turned a switch to connect it to the reader. An oval of light formed in the air before her, quickly refining itself into an image.
Ceraloni scanned through images of mountains and clouds and huge alien forests. She caught a glimpse of one of those feathered women and slowed the playback to normal speed.
The blur of color resolved itself into a snow-covered valley. More of those feathered women swarmed, most fleeing, other's flying around to warn the others, some even attempting to attack with inneffectual nature magic.
Snow sped by as the bird-women were chased. Beyond the closest prey was a rocky ridge, and in the distance, massive numbers of the feathered creatures rose into a pale grey sky. A wicked green-black claw came into view as the Felpod swatted one of the casters out of the air and gave chase to the larger flock.
Ceraloni stood before the display, watching the nimble creatures narrowly avoid capture. Land fell away as the chase took to the sky. Those same hands snatched the creatures out of the air, but the bird-women fought so fearcely that they became damaged and were discarded.
Watching and waiting, Ceraloni crossed her arms over her naked breasts and searched the images for anything that could have even the slightest possibility of presenting a threat. She did catch sight of a black dragon once, but the chase continued, showing nothing but the feathered women again.
The display showed rust-red moutain peaks poking up through a sea of cloud, when Raesindra came into the sanctum, dressed only in a shimmery silver loincloth.
She came to Ceraloni's side. "You look worried, Mistress."
"Nine I sent," Ceraloni replied without taking her eyes off the screen. "Nine I sent, and only eight have returned."
"Felpods?" Raesindra asked in shock. "What could possibly trouble one of your magnificent constructs?"
"That is what I am trying to find out," Ceraloni muttered.
The screen showed one of the other Felpods, possibly the missing one, make a dive for one of the creatures and miss.
"Oh! Harpys!" Raesindra exclaimed.
"You know of these creatures?" Ceraloni asked, surprised.
Raesindra nodded, though Ceraloni's eyes were fixed on the display. "I haven't seen one in ten thousand years, but yes. They were once servants to an Azerothian demigod, but they are little more than beasts now."
The display dimmed as the Felpods plunged into the clouds in pursuit of the flock.
"Not a threat, then," Ceraloni muttered.
"No," Raesindra agreed.
The display shifted. "Humans," Ceraloni growled.
A long train of wagons, carts, and other primitive vehicles wound through a narrow pass in the mountains. Humans looked up and yelled. Arrows were fired.
Another Felpod came into view. It flipped a wagon into the air to get at the human trying to crawl under it. Ceraloni watched as the man that was now laying on a table behind her was scooped up and encased within the Felpod.
The view shifted, and the other Felpod came into view, though it was barely visible through the mist. It swiped at what looked like a cart and then bent low to the ground.
Closer, a young male human was waving a sword at the Harpys. In his exposed position, the fool was quickly carried off by two of the creatures while a third followed. To Ceraloni's frustration, the view shifted again to follow the abducted human.
"That one's a matriarch," Raesindra said, pointing to the third Harpy. "Harpys have no males, but are able to get with child from almost anything with a cock."
Sure enough, the matriarch latched onto the human, who'd gone rigid with fear. The matriarch wore no clothing, and her claws quickly shredded the clothing on the human, and a bit of skin. These were not precise creatures after all.
Inspite of all that, when the human's cock was freed, it sprang out fully erect, and the matriarch waisted no time impaling herself on it. She rode the human while the two other Harpys carried him between them.
Before she could really get into it though, a claw shot into view and closed around the rutting bird. Crazed with lust, the matriarch didn't realize what was happening until too late, and it was captured. The other two fled in fear, dropping the human to his death.
The view shifted again, centering on a Felpod laying motionless on the ground. There wasn't a mark on the thing, but it was clearly dead. Ceraloni shivered. She never shivered.
Ceraloni clenched her fists. "Damnit. I know where, but still not why or how."
"What will you do?" Raesindra asked.
Ceraloni didn't answer immediatly. She didn't know what the best course was. She snatched the crystal out of the console and crushed it in her fist. The display went blank white.
"I must discover what sort of power could do this," Ceraloni decided. "I have a place to start the search, at the very least."
"You're leaving, Mistress?"
"Yes." Ceraloni turned to her Shivan servant. "I trust I can leave my fortress in your hands, Raesindra?"
Raesindra bowed. "Of course, Mistress."
"Good," Ceraloni replied, flipping switches and dials on the arcane console. "Come," she said when she was done.
Raesindra followed her out of the partition. The force shield returned as soon as she passed the threshold.
Ceraloni stopped suddenly and turned to face Raesindra. The Shivan almost collided with her Mistress. Ceraloni kissed Raesindra fearcely.
"Continue our work. Rule well in my abscence," she whispered.
The glorious Lady stepped away then, rising into the air as green fire licked up her naked flesh. The fire intensified, engulfing Ceraloni until she burned like a jade star.
With a blast of hot wind, she was gone. Her passage was marked only by a quickly-fading trail of green flame arcing into the distance.
Raesindra sat in the grass and stared at the Wereflower, thinking. This was the next flower she'd selected to expiriment on, but she could not think of a course she had not already tried.
In the end, she settled on trying a variation of her first attempt. Maybe applying the mutating magics in a certain order would make the difference. Raesindra closed her eyes to concentrate.
She spent the rest of the day working with that theory. Two more Wereflowers perished but when Raesindra returned to examine the third, she was in for a surprise.
The flower was still alive. More, it had actually grown taller, and its petals were now a splotchy blue instead of red. And it was moving. A steady pulsation almost like breathing.
As Raesindra approached, the mutated Wereflower leaned towards her and its petals opened completely, forming a large fan. Its organs were changed too. The pistil was red now, and twice as large as it should have been. It whipped around like an angry serpent. The stamen were similarly changed, a writhing knot of purple tentacles.
Raesindra grinned at her victory. This was a very good start. She wondered how it would perform, but was wary about leaping into the mutant herself. Luckily, there were plenty of new specimens in the sanctum above her.
The mutant pistil made a lunge for her, but Raesindra was standing at a safe distance and it couldn't reach her. She would have to make it able to obey her commands before she gave it freedom of movement, Raesindra mused.
Stepping through the teleportation plate, Raesindra went to the tables and set her hands on one of the Mag'har females, a lean and muscled specimen. She wanted the least fragile test subject; just how strong the mutant was remained to be seen.
Raesindra burned life into the copper-skinned female, the way Ceraloni had taught her. The orc's chest heaved, and she was alive.
Raesindra hoisted the naked female over her shoulders and went back to the Garden. The orc stirred feebly.
Laying the female in the grass, Raesindra knelt over her and sent a tiny shock of power into her forehead. The orc jerked awake, but before the female could come to her senses, Raesindra stood her up and gave her a good shove towards the mutant Wereflower.
The orc seemed to realize what was happening a split second to late and tried to backpedal, but the pistil had already snared her.
Raesindra heard a sickening snap as the thick red organ caught the orc's arm against her side as it wreeled her in. The orc screamed, but that was short lived as well. The pistil latched onto the orc's mouth and Raesindra could see her throat bulging where the tongue-like tendril was burrowing into her stomach.
A continued, choked, muffled scream was the only recourse the orc had. Once the copper-skinned female had been pulled into the stamen's range, they swarmed over her, wrenching on her limbs. Raesindra could see the orc thrashing uselessly inside the tangle. The stamen were jamming themselves into the orc with such force that despite their very effective natural lubrication, blood was dripping from her crotch. Her belly rippled as mutant stamen ripped into her womb.
The orc went limp, passed out from the pain probably. Her face was covered by the pistil's mouth, cutting off her air supply anyway, and her loins were a ruin. Raesindra couldn't even tell what was pussy and what was anus; it was just one stuffed bloody hole.
And then stamen burst from the orc's abdomen, spraying blood and guts everywhere.
At that point Raesindra decided that this particular Wereflower had taught her what she needed to know, but was beyond salvaging.
Raesindra's lips moved and her fingers twichted. A pillar of green fire suddenly stood where the mutant Wereflower had been moments before.
Once the creature was good and dead she let the pillar fade, sighing. Now she had a mess to clean up. She was excited, though. Finally a successful mutation. Raesindra had a basis from which to work now; after this breakthrough, the goal of her perfect Wereflower seemed much more attainable. Ceraloni would be very pleased when she returned.
Her mind half on arcane calculations, half fantasizing about her mistress, Raesindra treated the circle of burnt grass with a smile on her face.
