Out of the Shadows, Part 8

Weighing your options, you make a snap decision. This priestess is the most dangerous element in play right now, and thus taking her out of play is your best move. So you act on it while you have the chance.

She finishes ordering her subordinate, then turns away to leave. But as her gaze passes over you, you let yourself flinch, shrinking back with a whimper. A sign of weakness. A sign of vulnerability. With just the right level of helpless fear to make it intoxicating for someone like her.

She's already frustrated that Belan stood up under her bullying. And with that telltale flinch, you let her know that you have no such strength. You let her know that she can feel strong again... by making you crumble before her.

It's like throwing blood into the water before a shark. She takes the bait, stalking over to where her soldier is restraining you. "But first... what do you have to say for yourself?" she asks. "Are you really 'best friends' with Verika, like he claims?"

You cringe away, as though you can't bear to look her in the eye. And—just as you intended—this causes her to grab you by the chin and wrench your head back to force you look at her. Which, in turn, gives you the skin-to-skin contact you wanted. You start to ramp the aphrodisiac up, a tiny bit at a time.

It doesn't take much. She's clearly turned on just by the dominance alone... and once the supernatural lust starts to seep in, she doesn't even stand a chance. Her dark skin flushes, and you can see the yearning in her eyes. Her hand runs down your neck, gripping your throat. She watches you squirm as her grip constricts, then drifts even lower to play with the collar of your tunic. She wants—needs—to do unspeakable things to you.

"Perhaps... perhaps I should sample the goods while I wait..." she murmurs, doing a remarkably poor job of hiding her growing need. "Perhaps I should give you a foretaste of what your life will become, after we kill your 'best friend' Verika and take you back to the Underworld. Perhaps I should show you what it means to serve your betters. In the most... intimate of ways."

You swallow visibly, looking up at her with tear-rimmed eyes. "Y-you can do anything you want to me..." you stammer out. "Just... leave the boy alone. He's barely more than a child! You can't do something so awful!"

A look of outrage flashes through her eyes, and she strikes you across the face with a vicious backhand, snapping your head around. "Can't?" she echoes, furious. "You think it is your place to tell me what I can or cannot do, little elf?"

It's all you can do not to roll your eyes, as she falls headlong for the oldest trick in the book. But then, when manipulating the actions of petty bullies with no self-awareness, the simple, straightforward tricks are often the most reliable ones.

The priestess turns to her subordinates. "Go! Reinforce the perimeter!" she snaps, pointing imperiously. "I will take charge of both these captives for a while."

The guards glance at each other. "Your Eminence..." one of them begins, hesitantly. "Are you sure that this is... wise?"

But the words are hardly out of her mouth when the priestess fixes her with a furious glare. A look of fear flashes across the face of the lower-ranking drow, and she bows deep. "I apologize, your Eminence! I spoke without thinking. Please forgive me!"

The drow scuttle away, the one who caught you letting go of your arm. The priestess grabs hold instead, pulling you over to where Belan lies bound. She then drags the both of you into a large tent in the center of the camp, clearly her own. She flings Belan off to the side, then shoves you down onto your back in some simple bedding. Her hands tremble with desire as she looks down at you, a crazed gleam in her eyes.

"You are mine, little elf," she whispers, licking her lips as she lowers herself down to straddle you. "Mine, for as long as I wish, until I tire of you."

She rips your robes open, leaving you exposed to her. And then her eyebrows shoot up at the size of your erect member. "That is... that is impressive," she admits. "For... for one of your kind, I mean."

Yanking aside the skimpy thong that covers her own lower regions, she begins to grind along your length, her juices already flooding as she rubs her slit up and down your cock. You try to rise a little, but she grabs you by the throat again and slams you down, pinning you beneath her. "No..." she breathes. "I decide how you will respond."

Baiting her into this display of dominance was, of course, your entire plan. And yet... now that you've achieved it, you feel a spasm of virulent disgust shudder through you. Revulsion at the mere thought of allowing her this power over you, even in pretense. A sudden loathing grips you, a sick, seething fury that demands her blood. Demands she suffer in agony for this unforgivable insult.

It's a feeling you recognize. It's the same feeling you felt when Khaytala kept defeating you in your sparring match.

Except it's even stronger this time.

It doesn't catch you off-guard like it did before, though. More importantly, you've improved your willpower since then, giving you far more mental strength with which to resist the crazed urges. You dig the fingers of your right hand into the bedding, shredding fabric with your grip as your palm starts to glow. Though fortunately the priestess is too far gone to notice.

But you fight it back, bit by bit. Clenching your fist, you concentrate with all your might on ripping out her intestines sticking to the plan. And the twisted urges do start to subside. Forced back down—for the moment—by your iron resolve.

And just in time. Already, the priestess is tired of foreplay. Adjusting your angle, she impales herself onto you, letting out a shuddering moan as your cock fills her. "Y-you had best not disappoint me, little elf," she says, her inner walls already clenching tight at you. "If... if you don't give me enough pleasure before you are spent, I might... cut off that useless prick of yours."

It's a noble attempt at sounding tough. Though it might have been a bit more convincing if she'd managed to keep her voice even remotely steady.

Bluster aside, she's already defeated. She lost any shreds of hope the moment she took your dick into her. You could do anything you wanted at this point, and she wouldn't be able to put up the slightest resistance. Still, you find her defiance amusing, so you decide to have a little fun. You keep up the act of a frightened elf, curious to see what it will do to her sadistic self-image for a nervous elf youth who appears so many years her junior to wreck her as thoroughly as you're about to.

"Y-yes mistress!" you say, throwing yourself into the part. "I'll... I'll do my best! Please don't hurt me!" And with that you start to move your hips beneath her, as though fearfully obeying her command.

Her eyes bulge as—too late—she realizes what a terrible mistake she just made. She was barely holding herself together when you were just lying there—when she had complete control over the pace. Now, you're bucking into her, a piston driving upward, hitting the most sensitive places inside her like no one ever has before. And she is most assuredly not in control.

"N-no! Waaaait!" she cries, in a futile attempt to stop you. "Don't—! I... Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Again and again you thrust up into her. Your hands slide up her legs to grip her hips tight, giving you even more control over her movements as your hands savor the softness of her ass. "H-how...?" she manages to gasp out, as her thrashing movements become even more frantic. The drow leader is dancing for you as you impale her. "How...?" she moans. "How? I'm not... You can't... You're just a... Just a... Aaaaah!"

She comes violently, throwing her head back, her long white hair flying about her with the force of her orgasm. She arches her back, overwhelmed by sensation. And for a few, relieved seconds... you allow her to think that was the end of it. That she's made it through.

Then—before her first orgasm has even fully spent itself—you start fucking her again.

She can't quite contain the wail of mingled horror and desire as you use your inhuman sexual prowess to interweave the ecstasy from each new thrust with the climax that is still wracking her. She's hopelessly sensitive, pleasure crashing against pleasure as you mercilessly force her into overlapping orgasms, something that in her mortal experience probably wouldn't even be considered possible, not like this.

You still haven't even come once yet.

Her eyes roll back in her head, her body jerking. She makes one last, desperate attempt to escape, though it's more of an ungainly flop off to one side. But you let her go, tumbling away from you. She tries desperately to crawl away, squirming along the ground, pulling with arms so weakened that they can't fully support her own weight.

You, however, take the opportunity to turn to Belan, who has been watching the display with wide, shocked eyes. Breathing hard, you pretend that the contest of sex has taken far more out of you than it really has, and turn to him as though you need his help. "We have to stop her before she can recover!" you urge him, even as you crawl over and untie his bonds. "Let's take her on together. We'll finish what she started!"

"What... You mean...?" Belan stares at you, like he can't believe this is even real. "L-like... that? I... I can't! I've never even..."

"It's our only chance!" you insist, extending your hand, the glow of your Corruptive Boon forming around it. "I can help you. I can show you how to do it. But we have to act now or it'll be too late! You remember what she threatened to do to you? How she treated you? That's what she'll do, unless we beat her right now! So take my hand... and we can show her who's really in charge."

He flinches at the memory of the emasculating treatment he received at the older woman's hands. His mind is reeling, but the choice to take back the self-respect he lost is so much easier to make when he can tell himself that this is the only way. That both your lives depend on it. You see determination rise in his gaze, and he grasps your hand, the Corruptive Boon taking effect.

The adolescent elf sucks in a breath as the magic courses through him, drastically heightening his libido. You give him the works. Increased sexual stamina. As much minor aphrodisiac in his own touch as you can manage. You even increase his cock size. He shudders violently. Then once the changes have taken effect, his eyes lock onto his former tormentor, who has almost crawled to the tent door.

You stroll over and grab her by the ankle, dragging her away just before she can reach it. She lets out a despairing sob as you pull her back to the bedding. You bend her over on her hands and knees and prepare to fuck her from behind, while positioning her so that she's looking directly at Belan, who nervously tosses aside his own robe.

"No..." the drow woman pleads hopelessly. She knows what the last round did to her. She knows what another so soon after will do. But her begging falls on deaf ears, as you plunge deep into her again. She convulses around your member, her tight folds involuntarily trying to coax out your seed. But you resist, instead grabbing the back of her head by the hair and wrenching it up so that her face was pressed up against Belan's erect cock.

She breathes deeply of his scent, her eyes crossing as she stares at the member, even as you plunder her snatch. "Go on," you say, punctuating the command by driving her to yet another shuddering orgasm. "Apologize for the way you treated him. Show him what a good little cocksucker you can be."

You see her eyes lose focus, and with a whimper she opens wide. For a while her tongue plays along the length of his newly enhanced shaft, until finally she takes his entire length down her throat. Belan lets out a cry, instinctively reaching his hands behind her head, gripping tight as he begins to move his own hips, spit-roasting her between the two of you. You also take the opportunity to strip the priestess of what remains of her fancy regalia, tossing aside her garments and the symbols of her prestige, leaving her completely naked and vulnerable.

Belan doesn't last long under her frantic fellatio. He explodes in her mouth, the volume of his cum also drastically increased thanks to your improvements. The priestess gurgles, struggling as she takes burst after burst of his seed. Eventually he pulls out, still continuing to come, painting her face and breasts with rope after rope of his spunk as she coughs, splutters and moans.

You pull out of her as well, yanking her up off her hands and knees and back into a sitting position. You spread her legs, offering her pussy to Belan, and give him an inviting grin from over the drow's shoulder. The boy swallows hard, then lunges forward, throwing restraint to the winds in the face of the buxom drow woman spread out in submissive defeat before him.

It takes him a few tries to get the angle right, but you hold the priestess firmly in place, and soon his cock has pierced her folds as well. Belan sucks in a breath. Even the blowjob was nothing in comparison to this. Losing his virginity as his former tormentor mewls helplessly on his dick. Without needing to be told, she wraps her arms and legs around him, desperately impaling herself in his lap. She tries to scream, but you clamp a hand over her mouth from behind, stifling it.

"I can't believe I was so afraid of her." You address it as though to Belan, but you say it right in the priestess' ear. "She acted like she was so tough... but she crumbled like this to a pair of virgins! What kind of a whore do you have to be, to lose this badly?"

The priestess moans into the hand covering her mouth, her eyes darting left and right as she makes a last, plaintive attempt to salvage her pride. But in that delirious moment, she can't think straight enough to deny what seems so clearly to have happened.

Instead... something inside her seems to give way. She surrenders completely, abandoning even the pretense of resistance, riding Belan with slavish, wanton abandon. She offers up her body for the younger boy's pleasure, doing everything she can to take him to greater heights.

You place a hand between her shoulder blades and push, tipping both of them over so that she is lying on top of him. Then you grip her ass, positioning you cock in front of her rear entrance. She whimpers, knowing what's coming. Ordinarily it would be difficult to do this without more preparation... but you cheat, tapping into your natural incubus lubrication even while the rest of you is ostensibly "elf".

Then you press your member into her, timing your penetration of her deliciously-tight ass with Belan's own thrusts. She lets out an even louder scream that's muffled into your hand. Sensations that were already more than she could bear are magnified beyond even that. You both fuck her ruthlessly between you. And she can do nothing but accept it, as it goes on and on.

Eventually, you see the Belan is about to let loose again, and you judge that it's time to finish off your prey. With a cry, the young elf comes hard, pouring shot after shot of his semen into the priestess' womb. At the same time, you cum in her ass, the two of you unloading into her together. She accepts both your seed with a devastating orgasm of her own, leaving her a wreck. She slumps forward, insensate from pleasure, her limp body draped over Belan as she twitches around him.

You pull out, rising to your feet. Belan still lies beneath her, dumbstruck by the turn in events. Now that the immediate fear for his life is gone—and he's spent himself twice to take some of the edge off his lust—he can take the situation in with a clearer head. He can realize exactly what he just did. He stares in wonderment and disbelief at the curvaceous woman lying naked on top of him, his cock still buried within her.

He slowly raises a hand, grasping one of her impressive breasts. Probably the first time he's ever done so. He gives it an experimental squeeze... and even in her insensate condition, the priestess is so sensitive that she responds to the touch with a moan and a shuddering writhe. It's clear that the reality of this is still sinking in for him. That this seductive, formerly-terrifying woman is just... there. Available to his touch.

He looks up at you, his expression wordlessly pleading with you to make sense out of what just happened. You grin back. "That was just the first step in a long road," you say. "But you can see it now, can't you? How perfect it was. I can show you even more than this, if you let me. Ways to feel even more pleasure. Ways to bring that pleasure to others. Is there someone else you know? Someone you'd want to share this with?"

Of course there is; he's a horny adolescent. You can see his thoughts racing, and you wonder who comes to his mind first. Perhaps his fellow student, if he treasures the bond of a childhood friend? Or perhaps his teacher, seeing the chance to pursue something that would normally be impossible, beyond his reach?

"The only thing stopping everyone from feeling this good all the time are all the ridiculous inhibitions you mortals carry around," you say. "But they don't have to hold you back. What do you say, Belan? Will you let me show you how to make everyone happy?"

He hesitates for a moment... but you know you've got him. He wants more of what he experienced, of this new world you've shown him. He looks up at you, then nods firmly.

Of course, the harsh necessities of reality reassert themselves a moment later, as his pleasure-jumbled mind belatedly recalls the larger situation. "Wait!" he says. "I can't do any of that right now; my teacher and her other two students are still in danger! They... they took them! That woman, she did something with that... ring on her belt. It opened up a portal, and she sent my teacher through, along with Leati and Esile!"

You glance over to the pile of discarded clothes, at the wrought-iron loop with the flickering shadow at its edges, and you recall Relis mentioning something about a "shadowgate" when talking about the drow raiding parties. It sounds as though the other captives have been sent back to the drow Underworld already, while they only kept one behind for their leverage.

Regardless, the first problem you need to deal with is that you're currently in the center of the drow camp, with quite a few trained warriors still out there in the forest, waiting for Verika to arrive. You've taken out their leader and most powerful spellcaster, though, so they should be hampered enough for Khaytala and Relis to finish off. Especially if you impersonated the priestess, giving confounding orders and destroying their cohesion.

On the other hand, a subtler approach also occurs to you, one that the current situation is almost perfectly set up for. Right now the drow are spread out, hidden and isolated as they wait to spring their trap. And you saw the level of terrified deference they gave the priestess of Melca. You could quickly pick them off with sex one by one. You doubt any would dare resist a come-on from their leader... not until it was too late, and they were in your grasp.

While these women are vicious slavers—and you doubt many would mourn their deaths—there is something to be said for not wasting lives when they could be put to uses better for all parties concerned. You could bind them to your will and direct them to Kovora, much like you did with the assassin you captured trying to target Khaytala. The more boon-corrupted and desperately-horny former enemies you can send back, the faster your contingent of orcs that you've brought around to your way of thinking is likely to grow.

That said, it will take longer to do it that way. Meaning Verika will almost certainly have caught up by the time you've got them subdued and sent off. Khaytala can probably stall her if she does what you told her to, insist that you're in the middle of a delicate operation... but it will still be obvious that you dealt with the drow encampment all by yourself. Which would go against the persona you've presented to Verika up to this point, to say the least.

Even taking gratitude for saving Belan into account—as well as any excuse you could offer—she's bound to be suspicious that something is up, and will almost certainly start watching you much closer than she would otherwise.