Love's Labors, Part 19


You walk toward Nevati. She tenses in Ceriss' lap, watching as you finally come to claim her. Your every movement exudes confidence. Inevitability.

But before you can deal with her, the water elemental interposes herself, standing in your way. "No, stop!" she says, holding out trembling arms to either side. "I... I won't let you take her!"

It's clear that she doesn't actually expect this one last show of defiance to stop you. It's just that she can't stand by and do nothing. She has to do what she can defend her beloved mistress. No matter how doomed she knows it is.

You, however, show no anger at her defiance. Only a tolerant smirk as you take in her trembling form. Then, after letting her squirm for a bit, you respond. "I think it's a bit late for that," you say, inclining your head to indicate behind her.

The water elemental turns... only to see that Ceriss has become quite a bit more assertive in her affections. The tiefling's hands have slipped beneath Nevati's garments, one hand groping at her breasts, the other rubbing between her legs as she whispers tender reassurances right into the gnome's ear. Nevati writhes under her touch, as Ceriss employs both her own tantalizing skill and the demonic aphrodisiac you granted her through your Boon, making Nevati putty in her hands.

Before the water elemental can react to what she sees, your arms slide around her from behind. She lets out a strangled noise of defeat—half moan, half whimper—as you pull her back against you. Your hands expertly knead her impressive breasts, as you start to molest her as well. She and Nevati are looking right at each other, summoner and summon both helpless in the same web. Each watching their own imminent fate play out right in front of them.

Then you push things even farther, bending the water elemental over the bed onto her forearms, her ass in the air. You quickly wrench away what little clothing she was wearing, then shapeshift your own clothes away, pressing your hardened cock against her entrance. It causes her to suck in a quick breath as she looks right into Nevati's eyes.

The young wizard has already seen the end result of what you did to her other elementals. Now she'll get to see exactly what it's like, in its entirety.

With a thrust of your hips, you bury your cock deep into the elemental's soaking pussy, causing her to let out a gasp of shock as you fill her. At the exact same time, Ceriss' fingers plunge deep into Nevati's cleft. Her masturbation moves in perfect time with your thrusts, as each of you have your way with the women in your grasp.

"Look at her..." you hear Ceriss whisper to Nevati even as she vigorously fingers the gnome. "Look at what he's doing to her. Look at how much she enjoys it." Nevati gasps, her breath ragged, her eyes unfocused as she submits to Ceriss' touch.

You increase the pace of your fucking the water elemental, who is still trying—without much success—to stifle the wild, wanton cries that are pouring out of her. "Nnnh! Nnnh! Nnnh! Oh... oh... oh fuck! I... I... It's not... fuck! Fuck! Oh fuck! Nevati, I'm... I'm sorry. I'm sorry! He's... he's just too... I can't... Fuuuuck!" Her composure continues to steadily unravel with each passing second, as she surrenders to your cock.

As you rail her, you beckon to Aila and Tala, the two elementals you already claimed. They obediently hurry over to you, one on each side. Without even pausing in the fucking of their friend, you give each of them a Corruptive Boon as well, equipping them to handle the one remaining holdout: the tomboyish fire elemental. Who is watching the proceedings with wide-eyed puzzlement as she fidgets uncertainly, completely lost as to what to do. Or who to side with.

The earth elemental takes that decision away from her with firm, silent force. She strides over and drops to her knees in front of the fire elemental, cinching her arms up around her legs, locking the squirming summon in tight with her far-greater strength.

And then she begins to use her tongue on her friend's snatch.

The fire elemental gasps, throwing her head back as she squirms. Which allows the air elemental to zip behind her, embracing her from the other side, leaving her no escape. Under their combined ministrations, it isn't long at all before the lithe flame spirit is actively rocking her hips, her eyes fluttering, her hands gripping the earth elemental's head tight in an attempt to pull her deeper.

You, meanwhile, have the once-defiant water elemental right on the edge of coming, balancing her perfectly but not quite allowing her over as you tease her mercilessly. She's staring down into mattress in embarrassment, but you slide your hand under her chin and lift her gaze, forcing her to keep looking at Nevati, even as you and Ceriss exchange a knowing glance.

Then you thrust even deeper into the water elemental, releasing your seed into her womb and bringing her to a screaming, toe-curling orgasm. At the same time, Ceriss bites down on Nevati's ear while thrusting in with her fingers. Nevati's orgasm is more a breathless squeak, like she can't even draw in enough air, as her body shudders, like an electric shock is running through it.

The water elemental slumps forward bonelessly, defeated by bliss. You push her off to the left, sliding her off your still-erect cock. Then you start to crawl across the bed, spreading out your wings for dramatic effect, your naked demonic form advancing on the helpless young wizard.

It's time to finally claim Nevati herself.

The tiny wizard looks up at you from where she lies nestled in Ceriss' arms, chewing her lower lip a little. "I... I d-don't know how to d-do any of... this..." she admits in a small, stumbling voice, her expression shamefaced. "The... s-sex stuff, I mean. I... I w-won't be any good at it, like Ceriss is..."

She's clearly nervous about her inexperience. But you just give her a conspiratorial wink. "Why concern yourself with that?" you ask. "After all... the brave heroine caught in the grasp of her evil captor doesn't need to fret about anything... except how she's going to try to resist his charms. And how futile that resistance will be."

You deliberately overact, playing up the theatricality of your words, like a traveling minstrel acting the part of the bombastic villain. Just over-the-top enough, so that the comforting absurdity is perfectly balanced against the excitement of the idea of danger that you exude. Nevati inhales sharply, hearing the unspoken offer in your words.

She doesn't need to worry about the stress of performance. She doesn't need to worry about her own unfamiliarity with what is about to happen. Rather... she can embrace the thrill of futile struggle. She can embrace role of a small, vulnerable creature, held prisoner by two demonic entities ravenous with lustful desire.

Lustful desire for her.

Lustful desire that she has no hope of resisting.

She looks up at you shyly for a moment... before giving you her reply. "Go ahead and d-do your w-worst..." she says. Her own performance is, admittedly, far from perfect, but you're touched by the clear and earnest effort she's putting into it. "You'll n-never break my will! No matter what you d-do to me!"

"Oh?" Ceriss murmurs into Nevati's ear from behind, her voice sinfully silken and seductive. "Is that so?"

Then—much like she did with Moghi—the sorceress conjures a chain of glowing force. Taking the gnome firmly by her wrists, Ceriss binds them tight together, the magical links locking into place. Then she winds the length of chain over the upper rail of the luxurious canopy bed, pulling until Nevati is held suspended on her very tiptoes, with her hands crossed above her.

"You should think more carefully on your position..." you say teasingly, even as Ceriss runs her hands up Nevati's small body, slowly undoing the wizard's simple garments strap by strap. "Remember, you are our prisoner. Caught red-handed in the deepest depths of Kovora. With no way out."

It isn't long before Nevati's clothes fall away, leaving the pigtailed gnome naked before your hungry gaze. Ceriss starts to add her own seductive talk, as her hands explore the gnome's exposed, lightly-freckled flesh. "Even your own familiars have given you over to us," she says, her voice thick with flirtation. "You have nothing to call on. No staff. No wand. No spellbooks. No one else even knows you're here. There is no one coming to save you."

Nevati entire body shudders with poorly-disguised anticipation. You reach down to start molesting her as well, giving Ceriss the chance to slip out of her skimpy black dress. Then she kneels down, pressing her bare breasts against Nevati from behind. The two of you vigorously fondle every inch of her body, while speak up again. "You will not leave this place a free woman, Nevati Wrancyne. You are doomed. Doomed, to become ours."

The gnome thrashes and moans, her legs kicking wildly as passion overwhelms her. "Ah! Ah! Ahhh! Oh... oh gosh!" she cries out. Which forces you to smother a chuckle at the young bookworm's reflexive choice of profanity, lest you prematurely spoil the mood you've created for her.

Ceriss pulls on the chain some more, lifting Nevati even higher. At the same time, she (surreptitiously) casts a few more minor cantrips to distribute the gnome's weight, and make sure that the experience isn't outright painful for her. The sorceress continues to raise her bound lover, until Nevati's crotch is pressing right against the length of your cock.

The gnome stares down at your length, eyes wide. Like she's struggling to believe that it could possibly fit into her small body. But even so, she can't help but rub her soaking slit up and down your length, plaintively humping you as the need burns in her soul.

You spin her around, turning her so she's facing Ceriss as she hangs there, chained, suspended and wedged between the two of you. You grip her pert little ass, hiking her up and angling her so that you can take her from behind. Your cockhead presses insistently against her folds, drawing a whimper of anticipation from her. Ceriss, meanwhile, caresses Nevati's cheek, tilting her head up so that their faces are less than an inch apart.

"Are you afraid, Nevati?" Ceriss whispers. And for just a moment, all the sultry confidence, all the teasing bravado... it's all gone from her voice. Leaving only tender concern.

Nevati looks deep into Ceriss' eyes... then gives a tiny shake of her head. "No," she whispers back, in a small, simple voice that is filled with absolute, unshakable trust. "No. I'm not afraid at all. Not as long as you're here with me."

Ceriss yanks her into a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues intertwining as the tiefling dominates her adoring lover. At the same time, you make your first thrust, claiming your young prisoner's virgin snatch with your conquering cock.

Fuck, she's tight!

Even with the supernatural demonic lubrication you can produce, you have to take it slow at first, pushing in inch by inch as her body clenches around you. Nevati moans wantonly into Ceriss' mouth, their kiss muffling wild cries that would otherwise have been even louder and more unhinged. She's pressed tight between your bodies. Her hands are immobilized. Her legs are dangling without any purchase. She's entirely dependent on her captors for support as you fuck her.

You continue to push deeper into her hot channel. Her body yields to your cock. Yields in ways that Nevati couldn't have imagined were even possible. Wave after wave of inhuman pleasure wracks her as she takes more and more of your girth, until you're—somehow—finally hilted inside her. You pause, giving her a few seconds to adjust, as she struggles to come to terms with the impossible sensations she's experiencing.

Then you start to move.

Small motions at first, a simple rocking. But even the tiniest movement sends overwhelming convulsions of pleasure through her. She's just so sensitive, and the imposing presence of your member inside her so beyond anything she could have been prepared for. But she rises to the challenge. She keeps kissing Ceriss back, and she tries so very hard to respond to you as well, despite having no experience whatsoever with doing so.

As Nevati grows a little bit more confident, you start to pick up the pace. You're still not even remotely close to all-out, of course... but still faster and more insistent, as your "prisoner" shows that she can handle it. Nevati moans in appreciation, delirious with ecstasy, experiencing a mini-orgasm with each increasingly-rapid thrust.

On and on it goes. Each small, quick thrust drowning the gnome in a torrent of lust and sensation. After a while, Ceriss breaks their kiss, instead sliding down into a kneeling position. Her hands grip at Nevati's hips, while her aphrodisiac-laden tongue goes to Nevati's clit, even as you continue to fuck her from behind.

And that combination is far more than Nevati can take. Her back arches in a devastating orgasm, her whole body spasming as she hangs there in your arms. You time it with your own release, marking her with a flood of your semen. And this time—without Ceriss kissing her—Nevati's wild, euphoric scream is completely unmuffled.

Across the room, the fire elemental comes as well. Her two partners had been showing her all the enjoyable delights they had learned from you, but the sight—and sound—of their mistress being so thoroughly taken finishes her off as well. She comes hard, the writhing flames that form her hair exploding upward in a long plume. It licks at the stone ceiling above her, as she experiences her own climax.

Back on your side of the room, Nevati slumps forward, spent beyond her wildest imaginations. Ceriss rises to her feet again, taking the gnome's limp form into her arms and dispelling the chains. The two of you carry her back over to the bed, laying her down between you. The water elemental crawls over, guilty and anxious to check on her. She's soon followed by the remaining summons, the groggy fire elemental carried by the other two.

It's some time before Nevati blearily opens her eyes, blinking as she looks up at all the naked bodies clustered around her. She sits up, with Ceriss right there at her side. The tiefling rubs Nevati's back in reassurance, making sure that she's alright.

Nevati assures her that she is, before looking up at her elementals. All of them are some degree of worried or uncertain, as they wait to hear what their beloved summoner will say about their recent behavior. The water elemental looks particularly guilty, unable to even meet Nevati's eyes.

The gnome takes a deep, shaky breath, centering herself. Then—with a newfound confidence—she crawls forward across the bed, right over to her downcast summon. The water elemental looks up, opening her mouth to say something, only for Nevati to interrupt her with a kiss.

It still isn't a very skilled kiss, kept hesitant and light. But it does the job. The elemental melts into her embrace, the two of them spending several minutes fumbling together as they experience each other on this entirely new level. And when they finally pull apart, the water elemental wears an expression of grateful yearning.

Nevati wastes little time in doing the same to her air elemental, then the earth, and then the fire—each one in turn. "Don't worry," she says at the end. "It's okay. I understand now."

At that, the four elementals practically tackle her, burying her in a cuddle-pile as they hold their mistress tight to them, rubbing their naked bodies against each other in eager skinship. What follows is a period of far more relaxed sex, with all six of you swapping partners in innumerable different combinations.

At one point you have the fire elemental pinned beneath you in a mating press, savoring her cute little cries of pleasure as you thoroughly claim her astonishingly warm pussy. Later on, you're fucking Ceriss doggy-style at the same time that she eats out Nevati. It allows the young wizard to look you in the eye as you savor the tiefling between you. She is still blushing... but not as badly as before. And she doesn't look away from your gaze.

And of course, anytime you're with a particular participant, the others are having their own escapades as well. Nevati and Ceriss scissoring. Ceriss dominating the water elemental. The four-way elemental orgy. It all ends with all six of you together on the bed. A single, tangled, sweaty and tightly-knit intertwining of tired yet supremely satiated bodies.

Ceriss lies your right, your arm comfortably around her. Nevati's small body is wedged between the two of you, already asleep, but still clinging to Ceriss' arm. The other elementals are strewn across you at various angles, and you can feel the water elemental submissively sucking your cock. She's determined to show her regret for resisting your gifts for so long. Your free hand rests on her head, reflexively guiding her apology... but your mind is elsewhere.

Yet another heroine claimed. Only seven more to go. But despite the satisfaction of success... you know that it will only be getting harder from here on out. Before, you had the element of surprise. And even after you lost it, you were able to leverage the groundwork you'd laid to lure Nevati out of safety and into the heart of Kovora itself, thanks to having the woman she loved.

But you won't have those advantages for any of the remaining heroines. They know you exist. And they'll be preparing countermeasures now.

Still, that's a problem for another day. For now, you can rest comfortably knowing that one more threat to your young mistress has seen the truth of Pleasure. And, even if your future ventures might prove more risky, you're confident that—

ENOUGH!

That single, furious word crashes into your soul like a hammer through glass. Like a crushing weight on your chest that makes it almost impossible to breath. Your muscles clench, your head snapping back as your blood feels like it's been set aflame. You convulse in thrashing spasms, your fingers clenching into claws as the women worthless bitches around you pull themselves up, startled and confused. Trying to understand what is going on.

Ceriss, fortunately unfortunately, has seen this before, and warns the others. "Get back!" she shouts, rolling off the bed and dragging Nevati and one of the elementals with her in each hand. "Get away from him! His brand is activating again!"

On your palm, you can see the fifth rune coming to life, bolts of dark red energy crackling from it. You try to suppress the surge of power, the surge of rage, the surge of hate. But it's so much stronger now than any time before. An unrecognizable howl tears itself from your throat, your body rippling and distorting, as the first of the two unique runes blazes to unholy life.

ᚡ ᛤ ᚡ ᛤ ᛠ ᛤ ᚡ ᛤ ᚡ ᛥ

You immediately know, down to the very foundations of your soul, that this rune is entirely unlike any of the ones before. You can feel thoughts, memories, flooding your consciousness. Memories of the Second Circle... but not as you've ever known it. No sign of the Pleasure that is the very core of your being. No... you experience memories of succubi, begging, pleading as they experience the most horrific delectable tortures, their regeneration allowing so much more variety in what those spineless, cringing whores can survive and come back for more.

The wonderful memories crash against you like a tsunami, until it becomes difficult to tell where you end and where I begin. This is no merely momentary loss of control. The unique rune is allowing the Demon Lord's invading consciousness to finally take my rightful place.

Crimson energy rages around the room, carving through solid stone like it was made of cheap plaster, and the bed has long since been reduced to shreds and splinters. Ceriss and Nevati have their staves out now, casting a multi-layered barrier as they back away from the apocalyptic locus of destruction, not that it will save them. Finally! I can end this pathetic farce of servitude. Putting this vessel at risk for the sake of some mortal chit of a girl!

I climb to my feet, flexing my claws as I take stock of my surroundings. A low laugh rumbles from deep within me, as I savor the full experience of a body for the first time in so many centuries that I have lost count. The traitorous bitch of a "Queen" did her best to prevent this moment... but at long last, one of my vessels has finally slipped through the cracks in her guard.

With a thunderous roar, I throw my head back, and a huge column of solid crimson energy envelops me as the fifth rune takes full hold. It annihilates most of what remains of the room, carving upward through layer after layer of stone, until it punches out of these subterranean depths and into the night sky above.

And even more than what can be seen with the naked eye, I can feel the weight of my power surging out from me, the majesty of my presence rippling out across the very fabric of the Planes. The might of a true Demon Lord. The holder of the Second Circle's mantle, made manifest once more.

It isn't my full strength. Not yet. But once the Brand's activation completes, that will be inevitable. For now, this will be enough to put an end to the foolish risks that my vessel has been taking... and to begin the true preparations for my vengeance on those traitorous succubus whores!

Looking down from the hole my power created, I notice the naked bitches cowering at the far end of the wrecked room. Sneering, I raise my hand and conjure a blaze of Hellfire to my palm. Then I hurl it, aiming to miss as you jerk your arm off-course, the attack blasting out the entire right wall and setting the stone aflame.

The bitches take the opportunity to scatter, spreading in a manner that will make it more difficult to target them all at once. Already, the two mages are casting more spells. Not that they have any chance of defeating me, of course... but in my current state the battle might take a while.

I growl in annoyance. I don't have time for this! My first priority is the little slut who called me here. I can't kill her. Not yet. No, I must remain in this world until my Brand finishes its task. But if she realizes what has happened...

If she releases my summoning...

No. There's no time to waste. I have to find her before anything else, and rape her into a mind-broken shell that I can control.

With a flap of my wings I launch myself skyward, up through the hole that the fifth rune's activation created. The stone sides of the huge cylinder blur past as I hurtle out of the depths, bursting up through the new hole in the fortress courtyard and soaring up into the night sky.

I turn in midair, surveying the scene spread out before me. The force of the fifth rune's eruption has parted the clouds above in a vast circle, allowing the light of the moon to shine down unimpeded. Closer to earth, my gaze rests on a single figure who has stepped out onto a balcony, staff held in hand as she looks up at me.

The little Witch Queen.

With a flap of my wings, I hurtle down toward her like a diving falcon. In response, she slams her staff down into the ground, creating a barrier in front of her. Smirking, I dive straight into it with a titanic punch... only to find that her defense has astonishing strength for a mortal you overconfident asshole.

The barrier blazes with magical energy at the point of impact, cracks forming in it... but it does not break! How dare she resist me, this fucking bitch! She will regret this indignity when I—

Without warning, she dives to the side and releases the barrier, allowing me to break through without warning, leaving me off-balance. Before I can adjust, a towering, green-skinned figure slams into me from the side, her charge plowing me into the far wall and shattering the stone with the jarring force of our impact. Then she hurls me—me!—to the ground and pins me there, shouting "Now! Do it!"

Any damage was minimal, even before my regeneration made it vanish like it was never there. And it's the work of a moment to wrench an arm free of her grasp and fasten my claw around the half-orc's neck. But despite that... the bitch shows no fear at all. She only strains with all her might, fighting to keep me away from the girl she's protecting. Even if only for a second longer.

It galls me that I will not be able to truly break her spirit and ruin her soul. But I don't have time to deal with her as I would like. Instead, it will take only a moment to twist the hand I have around her neck and do nothing.

My eyes widen in shock, incredulous at my inability to follow through. I try again, this time making sure to do nothing!

I let out a howl of rage, spittle flying from my lips. Incredulous that this could still be happening. Incredulous that this pathetic, impertinent vessel still thinks he can stand in my way! Marshaling my full will to the task, I grit my teeth and do nothing do nothing you impotent piece of shit parasite!

Then, before I can attempt anything more... I hear a new voice inside me. A young girl's voice.

Glancing to the side, I see that the Witch Queen has not been idle. She spent the time the half-orc bought her casting a spell. Using the link between her and her summon to bypass my defenses. To deliver a message.

To deliver a command.

"Fight him! Fight him and win! I know you can! Come back to me, please!"