Out of the Shadows, Part 31
You catch the gaze of the young elves' teacher as she attempts to discreetly watch you, silently letting her know you're fully aware of her suspicions. Your eyes roam up and down her delectable body, tracing her generous curves, her waist-length, nearly-white hair. She flushes, pressing an arm across her breasts in a vain attempt to preserve the modesty, despite her lack of clothes.
She turns to Verika standing next to her, her voice quiet enough that she probably thinks you can't hear. "Verika... who is that?" she whispers urgently. "Why is a demon helping us?"
Verika gives Syvel an apologetic look. "His name is Talavar," she murmurs back. "As for his motives... I think he's the only one who really knows. I'm sure part of his reason for helping was because he wanted the chance to tempt a heroine like me, until I was wrapped around his finger."
She glances over at you for a moment, showing you a brief, fond smile, before turning back to the mage. "I don't think it's the only reason, though. Because he still helped save you... even after he fucked me into his obedient little slut."
Syvel's eyes go wide with horror, and she stumbles a few steps back from Verika. She whirls, as though to look to Khaytala for help, only to see the other heroine watching her with a look of clear anticipation. In dismay, the mage turns to Relis... only to realize that she too is on your side.
She turns back to you, looking into the ravenous eyes of a fiend from Hell, understanding for the first time just how truly fucked she is. She has nothing. No staff, no other weapons, not even any clothes. It's a particularly cruel twist so soon after her miraculous escape from certain death, to have that fleeting moment of safety and relief yanked away from her again.
Worse, it's at this point that Esile notices her mentor's distress from across the small clearing. "Teacher?" the older girl calls out, innocently puzzled. "What's wrong?"
Syvel flinches at the sound of her student's voice, fresh dread coursing through her. Her eyes dart left and right as she tries to think of something she can do, any slight ray of hope she could follow... only to come up completely empty. In the end, all she can do is give the girl a pained, forced smile.
Then the elven woman walks toward you, head lowered, not meeting your eyes. You say nothing as she steps in close, her voice lowered to a whisper to prevent her charges from overhearing. "Please," she begs, in a small, broken voice. "Please... let my students go. I'll do anything you want. Just... just please don't..."
It's clear she has no expectation whatsoever this will actually work. The only reason she's trying it is because she simply doesn't have anything else. She's at the end of her rope, with nothing left to give... and yet she has to try something to save the children entrusted to her.
You regard her for a few moments. Then you smile. "That sounds fair," you say, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Why don't we send the others back home, then? And we can... discuss the matter you wanted to talk about in more detail."
Syvel looks up, blinking in startled disbelief. She clearly doesn't understand why you would accept her terms, when you could obviously have taken her and everyone here, without any difficulty.
While she's still trying to wrap her mind around your agreement, Relis speaks up. "Those of you without anywhere to go can follow me back to the village," she says helpfully to the gnomes and the older male elf. "We'd be glad to shelter you, help you get back on your feet."
She gestures in the direction that the village lies... only for Khaytala to place a hand on her shoulder. "Wait, I'll go back with them," the heroine offers to Relis. "I'll make sure they get back safe. You should take the chance to... spend some more time with Verika."
Khaytala follows that up with a none-to-subtle wink, which causes Relis to blush... and then nod. Laughing, Khaytala starts to lead the group in the direction of the elf village, most of whom follow along. Though Esile keeps glancing back in perplexity, trying to figure out what exactly is going on.
As they move out of sight, you advance on the helpless mage. She takes a deep, shaky breath as you approach, lowering her arms to her sides, no longer attempting to cover her nakedness. Instead, the elf looks you right in the eye with as much quiet dignity and defiance as she can still muster.
You respond by placing your hands possessively on her hips, fingers squeezing and rubbing with small motions, your thumbs brushing teasingly along the outside edges of her inner thigh. She shudders at your touch, your aphrodisiac already at work. You continue to toy gently with her, until—to her deep shame—her body is involuntarily squirming and twisting, trying to get a deeper touch than you've allowed her so far.
At the same time, Verika comes in behind her, breasts pressing against Syvel's back, making sure she has no place to even imagine escaping. You run your hands ever so slowly up the mage's body, until you're groping those magnificent tits, feeling their heft in your grasp, feeling your fingers knead her soft flesh. She whimpers, low and despairing, and you see tears building in her eyes at the realization of how hopeless the struggle is, as her body already shakes in a mini-orgasm.
"Teacher..." Syvel's eyes go wide, and she looks to her left, to see Belan and Ioni standing there, having doubled back quietly while she was distracted. Syvel's face flushes red with utter shame at her student seeing her like this, even as you keep molesting her tits.
But Belan just takes her hand in his, interlacing his youthful fingers with her more adult ones and squeezing tight. "Don't worry, teacher," he reassures her earnestly, trying to assuage her fears. "You can trust Talavar. All the drow we did this to, on the way to rescue you... they really enjoyed it in the end. We all enjoyed it together. And I'm sure you will too."
You punctuate Belan's revelation with a pinch to her nipples, drawing a wild noise from her that is part scream, part sob, as one of the students she's trying so hard to protect tries to ease her defilement. Ioni listens eagerly to the sounds of passion as well, nestled under Belan's other arm. Eventually—wanting to do more for him as he watches—the blind girl slides her way down Belan's frame, pressing her lithe body against his, until she's kneeling on the ground in front of him.
She pulls down the pants of his simple slave's garment as she goes, and then eagerly takes as much of his demonically enhanced cock as she can in her mouth, stimulating him as he enjoys the show. Syvel watches in shock, unable to look away from Ioni's bobbing head as the young drow adoringly services the student she's known for so long as an innocent boy under her care.
You decide she needs to get a closer look. You spin Syvel around, pushing her to her hands and knees next to Ioni, who scoots aside to allow the woman to squeeze in beside her. The elf makes a small, despairing noise as the cock dominates her vision. She looks up plaintively at Belan. As though begging him to do something say something that would make this all make sense.
He glances up at you. At your nod, he responds by placing both hands on his teacher's head, fingers digging into her long, white-gold hair. Then—still gently, but firmly enough to make it clear that his decision is final—he pulls her into position and has her take his member into her mouth.
Syvel moans around his cock, a moan of despair mixed with lust, as the aphrodisiacs you've granted Belan make their presence known. She can taste both him and the drow girl on his cock, the drow girl who is even now wrapping her arms around Syvel from the side, whispering reassurances as she kisses down the older woman's neck, nuzzling her even as Syvel sucks Belan's cock with slowly-increasing vigor.
Not that you're going to let her off with just that. You undress yourself quickly, before settling in behind the elf mage, letting your own member rub teasingly along her soaking slit. Syvel lets out a sobbing whimper, hips bucking just from the touch, realizing full well how doomed she is.
You let her savor the delicious anticipation for a few more seconds... before gripping her hips tight and thrusting deep into her. She screams, the vibrations no doubt doing pleasant things to the dick she's taking down her throat. You can see a look of amazement in Belan's eyes, as he watches his mentor—a woman he doubtless considered unattainable—now overcome by pleasure as you fuck her relentlessly between the two of you.
Verika watches, a conflicted passion smoldering in her eyes as you thrust into the helpless mage. Relis moves to stand beside her, the two of them drinking in the show together for a bit. Finally, Verika speaks up. "So..." she asks her with a teasing grin. "Did you enjoy watching me lose to a demon's cock? Did you enjoy watching your rival get turned into his willing little slut?"
Relis snorts, amused at the dirty talk. "Of course I did. But I can't exactly call it a win for me, since it didn't take him anywhere near as long to make me his."
Then her expression grows more serious. "I... I wanted you to know, though. It was... never actually about winning. Not really. I think... in my heart of hearts... I knew you'd always be better than me. I just..."
She hesitates, trying to find the words. "I just... Even if I was never as skilled as you were... I wanted to at least prove I was close enough that I mattered. To Mother. And... to you also. I wanted to be someone you could rely on. Not someone who was left behind because she couldn't keep up."
A look of grief crosses Verika's face, and she cups Relis' face in her hands, bringing their foreheads together. "You matter," she whispers to her adoptive sister, her voice thick with emotion. "You matter so much to me, Relis. You can't even know how much you've saved me."
The two of them hold each other for a long moment, the sound of you defiling Syvel in the background. Then, swallowing hard, Relis reaches up and pulls Verika into an insistent kiss.
Verika responds immediately, their tongues intertwining as the kiss deepens. But she keeps herself in a submissive role, letting Relis control the pace. That pace increases rapidly, however, and soon both women are ripping at each other's clothes even as they kiss, desperate to get rid of any impediment between them.
Only once their clothes are gone does Relis pause, suddenly shy. They're standing there, naked in each other's arms, Relis smaller breasts pressing against Verika's larger ones, each of them feeling the other's warmth, the pace of their breathing against each other. Relis chews on her lower lip. "I... it was never... like this before..." she admits, blushing. "I loved you, but... I always thought of you as my sister. I... I still think of you as my sister. It's just that... just that ever since... that happened... I... I also..."
Now it's Verika's turn to silence her with a kiss. And with that, the floodgates open completely. The two of them grind their bodies against each other with wild, debauched abandon, trying to feel the other as much as they can.
It's some time before they break apart, panting for breath. And even then... it's only to glance over at the only remaining person not yet occupied with someone else. The Matriarch leans against one of the trees a ways off, golden armor already discarded at her feet so she can reach a hand under her voluminous robes, desperately pleasuring herself as she watches. Verika and Relis share a wicked smirk... then together they close in on the final wayward woman connected to them by bonds of sisterhood.
"Oh, Velaria..." says Verika, in a sing-song voice, teasing and enticing and dangerous all at once. Velaria trembles, no longer the Matriarch of anything, really, now that she's been disgraced and deposed and reduced to a common, needy slut. Once again, terror and need intertwine in her eyes at Verika's approach, combining into something far more potent than either.
For your part, you're still effortlessly driving Syvel to orgasm after orgasm, reducing her to a wreck of pleasure. However, on further thought... you decide it might be even more effective to have Belan deliver the final blow. While he doesn't have your raw skill, his personal connection to Syvel—as the pupil she's been charged with watching over for so many years—is something unique that would be particularly delicious to leverage.
Not to mention that it will free you up to join in with the other quite interesting developments happening nearby.
You pull out of Syvel, who responds with a plaintive cry of protest and loss around Belan's cock, then immediately blushes in shame. You pull her upright, then push her back down again, this time so that her trembling body is lying with her back against Ioni. The drow girl reaches around to knead Syvel's breasts herself, while you turn to Belan. "The rest is up to you," you say. "Claim her. Make her yours."
Belan takes a deep breath, then nods with determination. He turns, looking his teacher right in the eye as he lifts her legs into a mating press, Ioni helping him hold her tightly in place between them. Syvel looks back at Belan in disbelief, trying to come to terms with the fact that her beloved young student is about to conquer her in such a way.
Then Belan starts to fuck her for himself, his demonically-enhanced cock plunging into the deepest part of her, still never breaking eye contact with her all the while. The effect is devastating. Syvel screams and moans at the top of her lungs, any remnant of composure shredded by the depravity of the pleasure she's drowning in.
It just needs one final touch. You place your palm on Belan's back as he fucks her, your hand glowing as you modify your Corruptive Boon, giving him one extra little gift. Usually, elf fertility is so low that pregnancies are rare, verging on the miraculous, each one celebrated as a gift from the divine. But with this...
"I've given you the same kind of control I have over your seed," you tell Belan, raising your voice to make sure you're heard over the sound of their passionate fucking. "You can choose to make it perfectly safe, completely unable to impregnate anyone... or you can make it so potent that even an elf like her will be knocked up in a single shot."
Syvel's eyes go even wider than before. She realizes the power over her that you've given into Belan's hands, the control over the course that the rest of her life will take. She opens her mouth to say something. To beg him for the blessing of a child? To plead with him to wait? You're not sure.
But she stops, quailing as she looks into his eyes. She realizes, down to the very depths of her soul, that she has no say in the matter. Each thrust of his cock engraves that truth onto her very being, that it's his choice to make, and his alone. Whether he breeds her or not, whether he makes her into a mother of his child, or just fucks her for their shared pleasure... what she wants more than anything else is to submit to what he decides for her.
He's fucking her even more desperately now, as he sees the unconditional surrender in her eyes, turning them both on. You smile and leave them to it, turning instead to watch the situation developing nearby. The three sisters' flirting has developed into a passionate threesome, as they each explore the other's sweat-slicked bodies in every single way and combination imaginable. Kissing, fondling, scissoring. By far the favorite combination, however, seems to be Verika and Relis working together to teasingly bully Velaria.
They have her trapped between them right now. Verika kissing her aggressively, their cunts grinding against each other, while Relis holds her in place, both of them molesting her. Velaria is coming non-stop. The fear and arousal and depravity of the sister she's dreaded for so long having forceful, incestuous sex overwhelms her with a twisted pleasure beyond anything she could have imagined possible.
And you're about to make it even better. Walking over, you push Verika over onto her back, sending Velaria to the ground on top of her. They both lie there, bodies pressed together, faces inches apart, looking into each other's eyes as Velaria feels the head of your cock press against her entrance.
The former ruler of the drow sucks in a quick breath. She knows what being fucked by you did to her the first time. But to be fucked like this? To be fucked by an incubus, while in her sister's arms?
You give her a few more seconds to contemplate what that will do to her... before showing her firsthand. You thrust in. And from then on there's no turning back. Velaria loses all semblance of self-control, her arms snaking around Verika in a frantic attempt to pull her tighter as you piston in and out of her. On the rare occasions when their tongues are not locked together, Velaria is babbling wildly, begging the two of you to do anything you want to her. Offering you any punishment or revenge you desire... just so long as you don't send her away.
Of course, sending her away is not something you have any intention of doing. You continue to fuck her, even as Relis kneels to the side, leaning in to whisper seductive dirty talk right into the Matriarch's ear. All the while, she's masturbating to the incestuous spectacle, as your debauched orgy goes on and on.
At last, you hear a particularly wanton cry from Syvel. Belan finally comes, unloading torrents of seed into her. You wonder what choice he made... but then decide you won't ask. Why spoil the surprise? The adult mage, for her part, responds by wrapping her legs around her young student, pulling him tight against her as he unloads, to make absolutely sure that her womb accepts everything he has to give her.
You decide that it's time to finish of Velaria as well, picking up your pace until her wild babbling becomes completely nonsensical from the pleasure overload. Then you release as well, your own hot demonic cum flooding into her deepest parts. Velaria lets out a noise that is halfway between a shriek and a wail, her body locking up in a rictus of frantic spasm, before finally slumping into unconsciousness over Verika.
Truth be told, your gambit with Belan has sparked a bit of inspiration that you're mulling over for yourself as well. You doubt you'll be sending a political creature like Velaria to the front lines... so perhaps giving her a child of her own might be worthwhile in helping her adjust her attitude. Even with all the cum you've already filled her with, you still have a few bursts left to go. You could put a half-drow tiefling inside her to care for... if you wanted.
