Tooth and Claw, Part 28
You bid the elder farewell for the moment. You then spend some time pondering over what he told you... and eventually you reach a decision. While you don't think the elder will oppose you either way, there is something you can do that you expect will make this far more enjoyable for him.
Finding a quiet place behind one of the small houses, you stretch out your hand over the ground in front of you. Normally, such a longer-term summon would be quite a bit more time-consuming. Crafting your appeal, and sending its tendrils out through the Infernal Realms in search of a demon who would respond to it. In this case, however, you have the name of the exact demon you want to call up.
Succeed or fail, you'll be going directly to your target.
You focus your thoughts on the name that the elder gave you, and your demonic power responds as you use the Lust you've accumulated to bridge the gap between the planes. A summoning circle appears in front of you, its runes glowing with dark red light. You can feel the connection form, allowing you just the barest sensation of home through the link. And through that link, you speak a single name.
"Lekariel."
The rest of the summoning request you form without words, inscribing it into the very essence of the magic that you are invoking. After that, all that remains is to see if the other incubus accepts the summons. It was, after all, a long time ago that he was last here. Even for a demon. Beings can change over that many years... and there's no certainty that Lekariel remembers it as strongly as the elder does. You have no guarantee exactly how this will go.
Second after second passes. And then, without fanfare, the shadowy outline of a kneeling male figure appears within the summoning circle, before congealing into the form of an incubus. Even kneeling, you can tell that he's taller than you, with broader, more muscular shoulders than your lithe build. Even his features are a bit broader than the average incubus. His black hair runs down his red-skinned back in a ponytail,
Lekariel looks up at you, trying to take your measure. When he does speak, it's in straightforward, blunt statements, without equivocation. "You..." he says. "You're the one the succubi are up in arms about. The one that got away. I recognize you from all the reward posters. They said you'd escaped to this world. Offered up a duke's ransom to any demon with contacts here that they might be able to convince to do a summoning."
Interesting. And yet despite all that was on offer, Lekariel hadn't even tried to drag the elder into this mess. "I see my fame precedes me," you say wryly. "Out of curiosity, have they let the incubi know why they're hunting me?"
The other incubus shakes his head. "Rumors are flying everywhere. But none of us know for sure."
"Then it's probably safest to keep it that way," you say. "All you need to know is that I still serve Pleasure... and as an indirect result of some unexpected misadventures, I've managed to more or less sway a certain elf village around to our way of thinking. But for one elf in particular... I didn't think I was the best demon to bring him into the fold. I wanted to give you another chance."
Lekariel rises to his feet, looking at you intently, as though he's trying to divine your true intent. You meet his gaze without flinching. Finally, he speaks. "Whatever your game is... I won't allow any harm to Tasai."
Ah, so that's the elder's name. "Of course not," you say easily. "I never had any intention on those lines. If you detect any ill-will in me toward him, you are free to do anything you see fit to stop me."
The incubus regards you for a few moments longer, still trying to puzzle out what your true goals are, how much he can trust a renegade that the entire Second Circle is hunting. From his frustrated expression, you doubt he has much success; he doesn't strike you as particularly cunning, as incubi go. And in the end, he doesn't have much choice. Not if he wants to have any affect at all on what will happen here.
"Alright," he eventually says, nodding once. "I accept your summoning."
With that, the bond is sealed. You release the summoning circle, allowing him to step free onto the mortal plane. "Follow me," you say. "I'll take you to him."
It only takes a few moments to guide him back to where you left the elder. He turns at the sound of your approach. "Back here again?" he asks, a faint smile on his lips. "I thought you'd be eager to—"
But his voice breaks off as he sees who now accompanies you. It's as though time has frozen, as though you're no longer even there. Summon and summoner, meeting again after so very long. The elder opens his mouth, trying to speak, but nothing comes out. In that moment, as they stand there looking at each other, you can see the weight and weariness of all the years in the elder's eyes, all the time that has gone by since they last met.
It's Lekariel who makes the first move, walking over to the elf and placing a hand on his arm. "Did it work out?" he asks gently.
"W-what?" the elder asks, for once at a complete loss and fumbling for words.
"It's what you told me when you released the summoning," the incubus says. "That your village needed you. That this was your responsibility now. That you had to make sure that they didn't repeat the mistakes of the past, and guide them to a better future. Did it work out?"
The ancient elf turns, shakily, looking out once again across the village that he has led through century after century. Through orcish wars and drow raids, through its seasons of drought and hunger. A kind, peaceful place that would welcome strangers—even drow or demons—with care and compassion. A community that the elder has given everything he had. A community he has spent his entire life cultivating.
As he looks across the village, you can see unshed tears begin to form in the elder's eyes. "Yes..." he whispers, barely audible. "It did work out."
Lekariel nods. "I'm glad."
The elder turns back to his demon... and in that moment he looks more tired than any mortal you can remember seeing. He slumps forward, resting his forehead against Lekariel's broad chest, his shoulders shaking silently. In response, the incubus just brings his arms up to wrap around his elf.
"It's fine..." he murmurs comfortingly, running his hand up and down the elder's back. "You've already done more than anyone could have asked of you. You can let yourself have this, Tasai. You can let yourself rest."
You back carefully away, giving them some privacy to the two of them as they reacquaint themselves with each other. After all, you have other pressing matters to attend to. With this, all three of the village's primary leaders have been thoroughly corrupted. All that remains to bring this hidden elf village around to Kovora's side is to give them that final push.
And it will be a delectable push indeed.
You stride between the cozy houses, back to where the vast majority of the elves are still gathered in a crowd. All eyes turn to you as you return, watching you with varying levels of excitement and apprehension. Your gaze, in turn, sweeps across the assembled elves. Many of them are already eager, already lured by the temptation. Others sit balanced on the edge. And some holdouts look at you with outright fear.
The key to making this takeover swift and painless, therefore, will be to create a sense of momentum. A sense of inevitability.
You raise your hand. "My friends!" you say, projecting your effortless charm and charisma. "I hope that you have all done as I suggested when I was here last. I hope that you have spoken with Relis, Belan and the others that were rescued from the Underworld. I hope that hearing their stories has shown you that we are not enemies. That we truly have nothing to fear from each other."
You see many faces in the crowd go red, and quite a few of the elves shift in place, embarrassed. No doubt they are remembering the exact nature of some of those "conversations". Nor does this reaction escape the notice of the other elves. But you just keep talking.
"As a sign of this friendship, today I bring you all a gift," you announce. "Some of you may have already experienced what Relis and her friends have gained. A prowess at sex that entirely transcends mortal ability. I can bestow that same blessing on any of you who desire it. Moreover, this new gift will also grant an immunity to disease, and the swift healing of wounds, protecting you against the attacks of your enemies." A murmur runs through the crowd at that, many of the holdouts looking even more concerned.
But this is where all your groundwork pays off.
Relis steps forward immediately, more than ready to receive the improved version of the boon you gave her at your first meeting. Obviously, Belan, Syvel and Ioni do so as well. So do the two gnomes, mother and daugther, that you rescued from the Underworld. Then Relis' mother, the captain of their rangers, does the same, standing next to her daughter while blushing furiously. Then Fallhazel herself, clearly intrigued by the opportunity to gain some of her new ally's seductive powers for her own.
With each passing moment, more and more lustful elves step forward. It isn't long before practically their entire ranger force is standing around Relis, already seduced by their comrade-in-arms. That alone is a devastating shock to the remaining holdouts, as it becomes clear just how vulnerable those civilians are, with barely any warriors to back them.
You catch the eye of the young ranger who was injured in the battle with the Kovoran assassins, the one you chose to comfort instead of immediately corrupt. She looks right at you as she steps forward. She's nervous... but she isn't doubting her decision. She trusts you. Or at least, she trusts what Relis has taught her about you, in whatever steamy tryst you imagine they shared afterward.
The elven youth are also stepping forward, following Belan's example. The priestess joins them as well, chewing her lower lip as she looks at you with a hopeful expression. You give her a warm, reassuring smile back, and she blushes.
This is the momentum you were looking for. The critical support that will tip the balance. More and more step forward, lured by the promise of pleasure, reassured by how many of their fellow elves are already seeking it out. And with each villager that steps forward, the invisible pull on the others who haven't only increases. The more reluctant elves look from one to another with growing worry. But even their leaders are all siding with you, and so they find themselves lost and uncertain, with no one to rally behind.
Even so... one of them does find the courage to speak up. An ordinary, unremarkable villager, her innately ethereal elven beauty tempered by years of housework to a bit more of an earthy, approachable comeliness. "W-wait!" she calls out. "You... you can't just... accept a demon's offer like this! It's too dangerous! There's no telling what it could do to us in the long run! Please, everyone... come to your senses!"
You make a note of her. But first, before anything else, you bring in all the elves who have already been swayed. Stretching your hand out over the willing villagers, you envelop them with the demonic power of your Corruptive Boon. Inflaming their lust, and granting them their own power to seduce with a mere touch.
At this point, you've already won. There's no way it could stop here. With so many now bearing your gift, you yourself hardly even need to do anything more at this point. Already you can see the corrupted elves—now desperately horny—turning to look at their friends, their neighbors, their families. Eager to share the revelation of delight that they have so recently discovered for themselves.
But of course, you have no intention of letting them have all the fun.
Your gaze sweeps across the crowd, focusing on the one elf maid who was brave enough to oppose you. She's staring in dismay at her friends, looking back and forth from one villager to another, distraught at the demonic corruption sweeping unchecked through her beloved home. This distraction, however, allows you to approach your prey unnoticed. She only registers your presence when she feels your arms wrap around her from behind.
One arm cinches around her waist, while the other slides down the front of her plain garment to grope her modest breasts. She arches her back at your erotic touch, struggling futilely against you. But she's no fighter. Just a simple village girl, entirely out of her depth. And even as she bucks and writhes, your allure is seeping into her veins. She can feel the eyes of her entire village on her, and she lets out a despairing moan of tormented bliss as you expertly molest her, right in front of all of them.
"Father!" she manages to cry out, in a breathless plea. "Mother! H-help me!"
Two older elves take a few hesitant, uncertain steps forward toward their daughter... only for some of the elves who accepted your Boon to get in their way. A pair of elf girls who look only a little older than Belan impede the father. One of them drops to her knees and expertly pulls his pants down, her aphrodisiac-laced hands stroking his cock into instant hardness, while the other girl wraps her arms around his neck, going up slightly on her tiptoes to give him a sultry kiss. "Please don't interrupt their fun, Mister Valamaer..." she murmurs, with an exaggerated display of poutiness. "Let us keep you company instead..."
"Arietha?" he croaks out disbelievingly at the girl nestling herself against his chest. Then looks down at the other elf girl giving him a handjob. "Lamiryl?"
From there he tears his gaze away, looking over at his wife, who is watching wide-eyed as her husband is serviced in broad daylight by two elf girls younger than his own daughter. She makes no move to stop them, however, simply standing there transfixed.
Until she too is taken. This time it's one of their rangers, the elite warrior coming up and grabbing her from behind. The young man is much stronger than her, ripping her simple clothes off without a single word and forcing her down to her hands and knees. She lets out a moan as she feels his rough hands on her hips, a moan that is equal parts fear and obvious desire.
For a moment you see conflict her husband's face, and it almost seems as though he might try to intervene. But then the girl on her knees in front of him—Lamiryl—stops her handjob and instead takes his member into her mouth, sucking it in a vigorous blowjob while looking up at him with a worshipful expression. The other girl plants a series of light kisses down the length of his neck, before taking his hand in her own and guiding it to her small breasts.
What follows is like a dam breaking. The father pulls the young elf into a fierce kiss, curling her toes with the intensity of it, even as next to him the ranger starts to fuck his wife. Her husband does still spare the occasional over at her, concern still on his face. But it quickly becomes apparent that she is now very much enjoying being so forcibly taken. And so he leaves her to it, allowing his attention to be drawn back to the two needy little sluts who are offering themselves to him so earnestly.
All around you, similar scenes of debauchery are unfolding, as the corrupted elves make their moves on their friends and family. Few resist. And none resist for long. Soon the close-knit little community has come together in a passionate orgy, as clothes are discarded and partners are traded in countless combinations of ever-increasing complexity and shamelessness.
Off to one side, you can see that Verika and Relis have together cornered their mother. They have her on the ground, one leg slung over Verika's shoulder as they scissor, while Relis sits on her face to be eaten out. In a different area, Belan is taking Ioni from behind, while Esile kisses him from the side, and Syvel rides an elf youth you don't recognize while taking the cock of another in her mouth and stroking off two more.
Fallhazel, meanwhile, has caused a network of branches to grow from the ground into the shape of a throne-like chain, in which she lounges while looking out in amusement across the debauched scene. Her fingers are dug into the hair of a male elf, who kneels worshipfully between her legs, his tongue hard at work on her slit. Her posture radiates utter dominance... yet there is also a buried hunger you can see in her eyes now. A yearning need that you have awakened in the forest guardian.
Through all of it, you hold close the one last resisting elf in your demonic grasp. She watches with wide eyes as the orgy unfolds, as everyone she's ever known experiences an ecstasy she's never imagined, all the while being gently fondled by a fiend from hell. You can feel her body trembling against you like a frightened fawn... but you can also sense the desire starting to simmer within her as well, despite all her attempts to suppress it.
After enough time has passed for the full reality to truly sink in, you firmly turn the elf maid to face you. Your crimson eyes gaze down into her pretty light blue with a ravenous, burning intensity that cannot be denied. She looks timidly back up at you, understanding your unspoken command. The final step you want her to take.
Slowly, obediently, she raises her hands to the bindings of her simple dress, not taking her eyes off yours. She's so nervous that she has to fumble with them several times... but eventually the plain garment tumbles to the ground, pooling around her feet. She stands naked before you, her eyes pleading for mercy. The final surrender of the final resisting elf of this village.
You reach forward, your hands going to her bare breasts, and now you really turn on the aphrodisiac as you knead them. She lets out a wailing cry, arching backward, coherent thought lost as you step up the pace even more. Your hands slide lower, down her body toward her cleft, pushing her back all the while until you have her pinned against one of those charming little village houses. She's moaning desperately at each touch, crying out in plaintive desperation, without the slightest shred of restraint.
Then you start to finger her directly, and those moans dissolve into screams of ecstasy, bucking and writhing under your expert attentions. From there, you slide your hands under her legs and lift her up, shapeshifting your clothes off and positioning your cock to fuck her against the wall. She feels the head press against her entrance, and she looks at you with wide eyes. Knowing that she will never be the same again, after what is about to happen to her.
She swallows, gathering her courage. Then she lifts her legs to wrap tightly around your waist, and does the same with her arms around your neck. And, with the fumbling inexperience of a virgin who has never done anything like this before, she gives you an earnest kiss.
You need no further prompting. You thrust into her, your cock filling her to an extent she never could have imagined, hitting places inside her that she never thought possible. She clings to you desperately, holding on for dear life as your member pistons into her, deflowering her and claiming her. She screams until all the air has left her lungs, unable to process the sensations that she's feeling. But you do not relent, continuing to fuck her against the wall as she quivers and spasms in orgasm after supernatural orgasm.
The elves are yours now.
On and on you go, thrust after thrust, savoring this one lucky village girl serving as the proxy for the victory you've just obtained. Her pretty voice joins in with the cries and gasps and moans of all the other elves, rising up as a beautiful, discordant hymn to pleasure and desire.
You keep it going for as long as you can. But in the end, this is an ordinary girl with ordinary stamina... and all too soon, you can tell that she is only hanging onto consciousness by the barest of threads. Before she passes out entirely, you increase the pace yet again, before allowing yourself to release deep into her womb. The girl lets out one final shriek, her entire body clenching around yours for several seconds as she shudders and spasms, before slumping senseless in your arms.
After stroking her hair for a bit, you pull her unconscious body off your cock and carry her over to another group of elves, placing her in the midst of their lovemaking. Even asleep, you hear a slight, mumbling moan from her as she feels the hands of her fellow villagers embrace her. You leave them to their own pleasure, instead turning to take stock of the situation.
The orgy has swept through the village. And at this point everyone seems very pleased with the results. The only remaining uncertainty seems to be coming from the shrine to Havti, where the village's children have gathered, all the ones too young to be included in the festivities. You can see quite a few faces peeking out through windows or around doorways, watching everything going on outside with confusion and incredulity.
You catch a glimpse of Leati, the youngest of the elves that you rescued from the Underworld, as well as Syril, the young acolyte of Havti who bonded with Juri on your previous visit. And amusingly, since none of the children have experienced a situation like this before... many of them are looking to Juri herself, due to the confidence that she alone is displaying.
"Don't worry," you hear the orc girl say to them. "This same thing happened at my village too. It's pretty weird to watch while it's happening... but afterward, even Dura was really happy. And a lot less grumpy than she usually is."
The corner of your mouth quirks up in a tiny smile. You're not sure how much the elf children got out of it, especially considering how unlikely it is that they speak any orcish. Still, even despite the language barrier, Juri still seems to be managing to calm them somewhat, and several of them are outright clinging to her.
As you walk through the orgy, you notice two figures moving to join it. The elder and Lekariel, both now naked as well, walking together, and both looking notably more disheveled than when you saw them last. You also note that, while earlier you could detect no sign of the spiritual taint that marks someone who has signed away their soul... now your demonic senses can feel it clearly from the elder. The ancient elf also looks surprisingly... content. As though unburdened from a weight that not even he realized he was carrying.
It's Lekariel who speaks first. "Thank you," he says, his words as direct and straightforward as before. "I... owe you. Even if I don't know all of what's going on with..." He gestures downward, clearly indicating the complications back in Hell, with the succubi after your life. "...you still seem like a worthy fiend of the Second Circle. To me, at least."
You nod. Then you step in closer, lowering your voice to an undertone. "Is there... anything you can tell me about how things are going back home?"
Lekariel exhales. "Like I said, it's a mess. Rumors flying everywhere, especially since you did... whatever it was you did about a month ago. When that happened... the whole Second Circle felt it. I know I did."
Not so surprising, you suppose. Not when you consider that it was the advent—however momentary—of the Second Circle's true Demon Lord, for the first time in millennia. Lekariel, for his part, continues talking. "The succubi are scared, even the ones who probably don't know any more than we do. And the incubi... well, most of us don't know what to think. But the hotheads among us are making you out to be some kind of Chosen One, here to bring us out from under the succubi thumb after all this time. Not that they'll say it too loudly, of course."
Unfortunately, the grim truth is quite a bit more dangerous than their simplistic hope. Still, in theory such hotheads could be of assistance, if you were able to contact them, giving you some number of potential agents back in Hell itself. Difficult to do from here... but if you convinced Lekariel to find you some names and pass them to you on a subsequent dreamwalking, it would allow you to make contact.
Then again, that could also be interpreted as an aggressive act against the Lust Queen, should whatever you ask those hotheads to do come to her attention. You could also simply ask Lekariel to keep a low profile, and not do anything further that would rock the boat.
What do you ask of your summon?
