The Clan Wars - Chapter 20

The Clan Wars, Chapter 20 - Gaermeon


Pointer pushed Bann up against the wall inside the university’s entrance hall and held him there, one hand against his chest. The lean elf gave the young barbarian a piercing stare. Behind the thief, Mila looked on, a worried, questioning expression on her face. Bann set his jaw and blinked back the stinging rage roiling within him.


“I’m fine,” he growled. “I’m… I’m okay. Let me go.”


Beyond the trio, Dayna was crouched next to the beholder, Trelisopoles’, battered body where it lay against the wall. The librarian bled from a score of wounds and many of his tentacles had been cruelly hewn off, but he still lived.


“Oh, Trellis,” she sighed. “What have they done?”


The beholder’s breath rasped past his lips.


“It’ll take more than a pathetic demon to finish me off, friend,” he coughed. “I’ll recover - leave me, go finish this.”


“How did she get through?” asked Dayna. “The warding spells…”


“Failed when the gatehouse exploded - the archmage must have been on it.”


“Dammit!” the elven wizard cursed.


“Go now,” urged Trelis. “You can still stop her.”


Dayna placed her hand on her friend’s brow and gave him a small but determined nod. With the sounds of battle bleeding through the shattered doors behind them, Mila, Pointer and Bann came to stand beside her.


“Come on,” said Dayna grimly, setting off deeper into the college.


To get to the elevator that would take them up to the Omnigarch Chamber, the party had to pass through the main hall of the university. Scenes of carnage paved the way. Dead mages and guards littered the entrance hall and the great doors that marked the entrance to the main gallery, although closed, were scorched and pitted with the signs of the battle that had so recently taken place. The group could hear braying laughter and raucous, jubilant hoots and cheers through the massive doors, indicating that the room’s occupants were not friends.


With a wave of her hand, Dayna led her comrades down a side passage and up a set of stairs that took them up to the balcony that ran along the side of the main hall. In better times, the balconies that ran the length of the large chamber would have been used by the university’s apprentices and acolytes during important events and offered an unimpeded view down onto the floor of the central hall. Now, they were deserted and provided the quietly moving party with a view of unmitigated carnality.


A band of beastmen had occupied the main hall - there were easily twenty of the shaggy demons - and were in the midst of celebrating what they clearly considered to be a great victory. With animalistic grunts and frenzied whinnies, the goat-like creatures were embroiled in a triumphant orgy. Larger than their male counterparts, many of the female beastmen had deigned to permit their menfolk to mount them - here, two males thrust with alternating strokes into a snarling female sandwiched between them, there, a haughty, black-furred female ground her cunt against the bestial face of a smaller male.


As they crept along the raised observation gallery, watching the obscene display below for any indication they had been noticed, Mila’s breath caught in her throat. Near the far end of the hall, two figures in the tattered remnants of purple uniforms were being used as playthings by a knot of the jeering demons.


An orc, with shreds of his purple tabard still hanging from his shoulders, was being held from behind by a large beastman female, her mammoth, bare tits mashed to his back, while he mechanically pistoned his cock into another female beastman on all fours in front of him. The demon behind him had her arm around the orc’s neck, forcing his head back, and Mila could see the vacant, dazed expression he bore on his face. It was the couple beside him that caused the warg-rider to pause, however. The sergeant from the tower was pinioned beneath a third, muscular, shaggy beastman female. With her digitigrade legs on either side of his hips, her hooves planted firmly, the demon was rhythmically lifting herself up before letting herself plunge back downwards as she forcefully rode the supine soldier’s shaft.


The man’s face bore a similar dazed expression as his orcish comrade. His dick was swollen and glistened wetly as the female demon’s ass rose and fell upon it, her cunny devouring his phallus hungrily, her docked, goat-like tail quivering in delight at the cleft of her large, muscular buttocks. As Mila watched, the man stiffened, his hips bucking spastically, and the demon atop him roared in delight while a gush of obscene fluids spurted from their joined organs.


“Why are they...?” whispered Mila.


“They surrendered or were taken captive,” replied Dayna.


“We should help them,” said the orc. “We can’t leave them like that.”


“There’s nothing we can do - we can’t fight a band that large,” said the mage. “Stopping Gaermeon is the best chance we have of breaking the spell they’re under.”


Mila shook her head in resignation and followed the elf as she led them along the balcony. Below them, the beastman climbed off the Drasichii sergeant, his discharge oozing in long, sloppy strands from her quim. With a growl, the demon picked up the hapless man by the neck and forcefully mashed his face into her voluminous, thinly furred titties while she began to stroke his dick back to life with rough, callous tugs of her fist.


A spiral staircase at the far end of the gallery connected it to the dormitories on the floor above and the administrative and logistical offices and rooms on the floor below. Dayna led her friends down the steps. The sounds of debauched celebration receded behind them.


The hallway at the foot of the stairs was shrouded in gloom - many of the lamps that usually lit the passage had been smashed, leaving only a few to light the group’s progress. Doors on either side of the stone passageway gave access to the kitchens and the storerooms that fueled the university. The party could hear the sounds of wanton looting amongst the noises of more salacious activity as they crept along the hallway.


Dayna and Mila were leading their small group, while Pointer and Bann stole along quietly behind them, each carefully covering the doors they passed. Gomp sloped along in the midst of the group. At one open entrance, Bann peered in to see two demons frantically rutting. One of the creatures was abundantly female; a goblin-sized imp, her large breasts jiggling lewdly. The other was a slavering hellhound, twice the size of the demon he was mounting. The orange-skinned imp was on her hands and knees, idly devouring a salted ham on the floor in front of her while the hellish canine with a disproportionately massive cock reamed her offered asshole.


Bann felt a sharp nudge in his hip and tore his eyes away from the carnal vision. Gomp smiled up at the barbarian, licking his lips and giving the youth a sly wink. Bann shook his head in disgust at the lecherous familiar and hustled to catch up with his comrades as they rounded a corner, only to blunder into a pair of Gomp’s kin as they exited a storeroom.


The two imps had their arms full of plundered food and were clearly distracted by their ill gotten gains. Bann reacted with violent haste, smashing the flat of his shield into the closest demon’s face and crushing him against the nearby wall. The tiny demon’s comrade dropped an armload of sausages onto the floor and made to run, but was stopped short as Gomp grabbed him by a wing and tugged him backwards.


Stunned by the barbarian’s shield-strike, Bann’s opponent stumbled helplessly as the young warrior pulled his shield back. The small creature was caught flat footed by Bann’s follow-up attack - the man’s axe plunged downwards to land with a vicious *thunk* in the demon’s head. Beside him, Gomp had pulled his fleeing kin to the ground and was holding the creature around the neck with both hands, his mace lying discarded on the ground by his side. As Bann turned, thinking to lend what aid he could, Gomp grinned menacingly, his eyes flashing with a fierce red light. The imp he held clawed uselessly at the familiar’s shoulders, but his eyes were locked to Gomp’s and Bann watched as a strange stream of glowing dust seemed to drift upwards from the pinned demon’s eyes to be absorbed by Gomp’s glowing pupils.


Pointer, Mila and Dayna had turned at the sound of the struggle behind them, just in time to watch the body of Gomp’s opponent crumble to dust that slowly faded away. Dayna’s familiar stood up and stretched, his eyes flashing red.


“Delicious,” said the imp with a grim smile at the astonished party, his voice uncharacteristically low and level.


The base of the Omnigarch tower and the elevator room it contained lay at the end of the hallway and the group entered it with a collective sigh of relief upon discovering it was blessedly free of otherworldly invaders. As her comrades gathered on the elevator platform and Mila prepared to throw the switch that would cause it to rise, Dayna bade her pause with a hand on the orc’s arm.


“When we get to the top, we have to focus on getting Gaermeon away from the stone,” explained the mage. “Fighting her won’t be like facing the lesser demons we’ve faced so far - the magic shielding her is going to be more akin to that which protected the grigori.”


Bann growled at the mention of the grey behemoth his friend Jon had sacrificed himself to kill.


“She’s also going to have Kalliya by her side, probably some others too,” continued Dayna. “We’ll have to draw them off to get a shot at Gaermeon. I’ll do my best to hold back Kalliya’s magic, but I am also the only one who can get the stone clear: get me to it and I’ll teleport away with it.”


“Why don’t you teleport to it right now and steal it from under her nose?” said Bann.


“With the merger occuring, that kind of spell has significant risks…”


“Like what?” asked Mila.


“Right now, there’s two realms blending into one,” said the elf. “Short range conjuration, if I can see where I’m going, is fine, but trying to ‘port any kind of real distance, with this kind of interference - I could end up almost anywhere, even between the realms.”


“She could die, dumbasses,” grumbled Gomp.


“There’s got to be-” began Bann.


“This is our best chance, maybe our only chance,” interrupted Dayna. She looked at Mila who gave her a worried nod. “Do it.”


Mila pulled the lever and the elevator began to rise. With concern etched upon their faces, the party was carried aloft.


White light spilled down the steps that led from the penultimate floor of the tower up to the Omnigarch Chamber, suffusing the room the group stepped out of the elevator into with surreal, harsh shadows. In grim silence, the barbarian, the warg-rider, the thief and the mage and her familiar readied their weapons and strode towards the stairs. With no way to conceal their entrance into the chamber above upon climbing the steps, the disparate group boldy entered the room at the top of the tower.


Gaermeon was standing behind the pedestal, her hands placed on the stone atop it. She looked up as Dayna’s party entered. Beside her, Kalliya stopped watching her master work and snapped her head up to face the intruder, while Kieran and Keira, the demonic siblings with pitch black skin, picked themselves up from the wall they had been lounging against and moved towards the centre of the room.


“You’re too late,” said Kalliya, showing no surprise at her former hirelings’ entrance.


The party fanned out, weapons held before them. Kiera and Kieran grinned and two silvery staves, smaller versions of the weapon the grigori had wielded, appeared in their hands.


“Submit now and-”


“Fuck you,” growled Mila, cutting off Kalliya’s words and charging forwards.


Estoc in hand, Pointer was right behind his green-skinned comrade as they bore down on the plinth and the succubus beside it. The obsidian skinned twins were faster. With supernatural speed, the two intercepted the charging orc and elf. Staves sliced through the air in silvered arcs. Pointer lept backwards as Kiera’s weapon scythed through the air in front of him. Mila smashed her shield into Kieran’s, parrying the wicked blow. Bright white sparks fountained from where the silver shaft collided with the metalled surface of the orc’s kite-shield.


Kalliya thrust her own staff forwards. The wall behind where Dayna had been standing shuddered and cracked as an unseen wave of force smashed into it. The mage reappeared off to one side of the room.


Bann had no such spell to save him from the brown-skinned mage’s magic. As he had begun to run forwards behind Mila, the invisible edge of Kalliya’s magical blast struck his left side. His shield shattered, slivers of wood spinning through the air as it split. The concussive force hurled him sideways and sent him sprawling across the stone floor.


Mila pushed forwards with her shield and lunged at the black incubus facing her, trying to throw the demon’s staff to one side and open him up for her thrust. Kieran laughed imperiously and beat his wings, easily darting backwards, out of reach of the orc’s attack. He slid his hands to the midpoint of his weapon and spun it artfully on his right side as he wound up for a counter-attack.


Nearby, Pointer flicked his estoc out, making contact with Kiera’s shaft of silver light, sliding his blade down the length of the ethereal weapon, trying to force a bind. The staff vanished from under the thief’s blade and Kiera flapped her wings, lifting herself above the off-balance elf. The succubi negligently kicked out, her foot catching Pointer across the chin and sending him to the ground.


Dayna tore open a rift behind Kalliya and Gomp jumped out behind the dusky-skinned mage, mace swinging. A strange nimbus of orange light flickered around the arckinescist, halting the imp’s weapon inches away from Kalliya’s back. She laughed and smashed the butt of her staff against the ground. A large portal rent the air beside her and three snarling hellhounds prowled forth from the glimmering pathway between realms.


Bann tossed aside the ruins of his shield and picked himself up, blood burning icy cold in his veins. While two of the newly arrived hellhounds bounded towards Dayna, the third turned to attack the barbarian, loping across the room towards the youth as he got to his feet. While her conjured demons took care of Dayna and Bann, Kalliya turned to face Gomp and casually flicked her hand, propelling the imp backwards with jarring force. Dayna’s familiar collided with the wall with a sickening crunch and slid downwards to land in a heap on the ground.


Holding his staff with both hands at one end, Kieran swung a brutal blow at Mila’s hurriedly raised shield. Sparks exploded. The orc’s feet slid backwards. Numbing pain blazed up her shield arm. Only battle-hardened instincts enabled her to get her sword up and between her and the incubi’s follow-up attack as it lashed out at her right side. More motes of light sizzled through the air and more searing pain raced through her body.


The initiative was not with Pointer, either. The elf rolled to the side as Kiera’s staff crashed into the ground where he had, moments ago, been sprawled. The rogue felt a shock wave ripple through the stone as the demonic weapon made impact. Nimble as he was, he barely had time to react as the succubus followed up her downwards blow by sweeping her silver staff along the stones towards him. Pointer threw his weapon in the path of the oncoming attack, bracing the blunt edge of his blade against his shoulder as the two weapons made contact. A terrible, acid like burn coursed through his arm and shoulder.


With two hellhounds bearing down on her and her friends on the cusp of being overwhelmed by their foes, Dayna knew she had to do something significant, and fast. Closing her eyes in concentration, the elven mage raised her staff and slammed it down against the stones before her. A terrible grinding noise filled the air and the floor in front of her shuddered as a line of glowing blue symbols shot out along the ground. The eerie marks were similar to those she had drawn in chalk in her quarters and etched in the bark of the tree back in the mountains, but were now carved in stone with pure, cackling energy. A good quarter of the chamber floor, from Dayna’s line of magic writing to the nearest wall, suddenly disappeared. The wall that had been attached to the floor she had relocated trembled and collapsed, tumbling away from the tower. The hellhounds that had been speeding across the flagstones vanished along with the masonry.


Unfortunately, as the ground vanished beneath her feet, Kalliya pushed her will downwards and launched herself to safety on the unsteady, but still present, remains of the chamber floor. Dayna collapsed onto her hands and knees, trembling at the staggering effort her powerful spell had required.


Bann had no time to gawp at the awesome display of magic occuring mere inches from him. The hellhound charging him pounced. With a shout of furious vengeance, Bann swung his axe in a wild haymaker. The edge caught the leaping demon dog in its shoulder, biting deep despite the beast’s magical resilience. As powerful as his strike was, however, it could not stop the creature’s momentum and man and demon crashed to the ground. The creature snarled and scrabbled with its paws, its claws tearing into Bann’s chainmail, as it tried to seize the northman with its fang-filled maw.


Mila grit her teeth and heaved her arms, pushing Kieran’s staff upwards while running her blade down the length of the silvery weapon.The incubus beat his wings again, trying to lift himself away from the enraged greenskin, but Mila was having none of it - as the demon tried to slip away from her, she punched forward with the edge of her shield, driving the metal rim into Kieran’s stomach. The demon’s staff disappeared. Carried backwards by the orc’s assault, the incubus balled his fists and hammered them into Mila’s sallet. Thumping pain pounded into her skull. Her vision flickered.


Terrible pain gnawed away at Pointer’s shoulder. Mouth agape in a silent shout of agony, the elf released his blade and grabbed Kiera’s staff of light. Even as his hands cramped in torment, Pointer rolled onto the weapon and heaved downwards, dragging the succubi down with it. Kiera snarled with fury and rolled behind the elf, hefting the staff up and pulling it against his neck. Pointer’s muscles strained, his brow furrowed with effort, and he gasped for air as the succubi began choking the life out of him.


Dayna could feel Kalliya gathering her will. With exhaustion miring her limbs like she’d just run a marathon, she looked up to see her opponent staggering to her feet. Kalliya snarled with fury and lashed out at the exhausted elf, bludgeoning her with a wall of force. She felt the elf release one final burst of energy in an attempt to save herself and let out a short laugh as she watched a barrel filled with sand crash into the ground beside her. The elf had missed.


Bann could feel the heat radiating off the hellhound atop him as the beast thrashed about, struggling to get his teeth into the young warrior. Bann was angry, but, strangely, he felt an icy calm saturate his body. As the beast he was fighting tore at his armour, time seemed to slow enough for him to look about the room. He watched as Kalliya’s unseen wave of force picked Dayna up off the floor and pounded her into the wall. He somehow had the time to watch as Mila grappled with a demon, bludgeoning it with the pommel of her sword even as it caved her helmet in with its bare hands. He looked over at Pointer. The elf had his dagger in his hands and was slashing ribbons of flesh from the succubi he was fighting as the obsidian demon strangled him to death with her staff.


Bann released his foe from the bear-hug he held it in. The hellhound bucked itself to its feet, jaws agape and ready to eat the barbarian’s face. With glacial calm, Bann grabbed the beast’s upper and lower jaws and wrenched them apart, tearing the mandible from the demon’s head. He stood, tossing the creature aside.


Kalliya watched the young man stand. She gathered her will, preparing to rip him apart with a blast of energy. Suddenly a sharp pain ripped up her leg. She looked down. More piercing agony seared through her other leg. Another pinprick of terrible torment shot through her from her lower back. As she twitched in agony, a large black ant crawled out from the sleeve of her robe and bit into her hand. It felt like someone had plunged a dagger into her palm. It was then that she saw what was happening - hundreds of the insects were seething out of the pile of sand that had spilled forth from the ruptured barrel the elven mage had dropped near her. Her shield would have been able to withstand the impact of a sword blow, an arrow strike, even a catapult boulder, but the army of ants had simply crawled through it and were now sinking their jaws into her unprotected skin. She shrieked in agony.


The brown-skinned sorcerer collapsed, screaming, to the ground. Bann’s gaze scanned over her impassively before locking on to Gaermeon. He charged.


Gaermeon looked up as Bann launched himself at her. The boy had no weapon in his hands - his arms were outstretched as he dove over the plinth and tackled the demon. With the omnigarch stone trapped between them, the two figures tumbled backwards. Gaermeon tried to plant her feet, but Bann’s tackle had propelled the two foes into the massive hole Dayna had torn in the edifice. There was no floor beneath them. With a cry of anger, Bann’s arms still locked around her, she plunged out of the tower.


The stone shone brightly, projecting beams of bright white light from between the entangled boy and demon. Bann looked into the succubi’s eyes as they fell, a surge of satisfaction lending his arms strength as they locked around the purple-skinned demon’s torso, clamping her wings to her back and preventing her from using them. Gaermeon snarled at him in frustration and fury, but could do nothing as he dragged her towards the earth. The ground rushed to meet him. His world went black.


Bann opened his eyes. It didn’t make any difference - everything was pitch black. He lifted his hands before his face, but could see nothing. As far as he could tell, he was standing in complete darkness.


“Hello?” he shouted.


Nothing.


“Anyone?” he shouted again.


Nothing.


He turned around slowly, but the darkness enveloped him completely. There was nothing to see, anywhere. He kneeled and put a hand to the ground. It was smooth and cold, like well polished stone. He also realised, at that point, that he was completely naked.


He stood up again and watched as the darkness drained away from him, letting him see his own body. He looked up, casting around for where the light was coming from, but there was no source. Instead, his eyes fell upon the distant, naked form of Thyra, a girl from his village, the first one he had ever lain with. Somehow, even as he realised who it was, the girl got closer until she was standing right in front of him.


“Thyra?” he asked. “What are you doing here? Where are we?”


The lass didn’t respond. She simply smiled and reached out to touch his chest, running her hands over his skin. Bann’s eyes roved over her body. She appeared exactly as she had, that spring night when they had fumbled about in the longhouse. The night of the Festival of the Thaw - it came back to him now - when the clan celebrated the melting of the snows and the end of winter. The mead flowed freely in the longhouse. It was his first year as a man and Thyra’s first as a woman. They had ended up paired by the dance and, as was custom, he had been the one to take her first time by the longhouse fire.


Just as they had that first night, Thyra ran her hand down his chest and stomach until her fingers found his cock. He reached up to caress her sides, pulling her against him until her small, pert breasts pressed against his chest. Together, they lowered themselves to the ground and he slid his head between her thighs, nervously kissing her pussy. He remembered glancing anxiously around that night, seeing his clan brothers and sisters who were also being inducted into adulthood nervously exploring their partners while their older clanmates feasted and drank and salaciously showed the youths how it was done. He recalled how Jon had given him a cheery thumbs up and Hedda had winked at him while she sucked on his clan brother’s cock. He remembered his first taste of a woman’s cunny. He remembered the incredible, wet and warm pressure on his dick when Thyra had turned around underneath him and taken him into her mouth for his first blowjob.


His swollen organ throbbed with pleasure in Thyra’s mouth, but now, instead of his happily cheering and fornicating clanmates, he was surrounded by strange darkness. Still, he couldn’t help but buck his hips gently, as he had that first night, fucking Thyra’s mouth with his engorged dick while she ground her pussy against his tongue. Then, mirroring her actions from that time past, the lithe maiden beneath him pulled away from his dick and mouth and lay back, offering her quim to him.


The night of the festival, Anja, one of the clan’s blacksmith’s, her raven hair streaked with grey, but her toned, muscled body defying her years, had helped guide his cock into Thyra’s twat. The older woman had volunteered to participate in the dance to make up the imbalance in the ratio of men and women. On her hands and knees beside Bann and Thyra, Anja was giving a lucky clan brother his first taste of pussy and Bann remembered the warm smile the woman had given him as she rocked back and forth under their clanmate’s enthusiastic thrusts.


With exquisite slowness, Bann pushed his dick into the wet tightness of Thyra’s virgin pussy. Suddenly, Thyra’s features shifted underneath him. Her tits grew in size, her brown hair lightened to blonde and her muscles grew more defined until Bann found himself looking down at Hedda’s smiling visage.


Hedda - the blonde spearmaiden had been his second, that very festival night, no less. Bann remembered it all so well; after he had gasped and shuddered over thyra, spewing his seed into her, the blonde warrior had climbed off Jon’s dick and had given Bann a cloth to clean himself off with. The lad had found himself hardening swiftly as he dried off his no-longer virgin shaft and his grinning friend had laid back before him, presenting her pussy. As Jon happily crawled over to take a turn between Thyra’s jizz-leaking pussy-lips, Bann had eased his cock into Hedda’s offered fuck-hole.


Surrounded by the heavy darkness, Bann looked down at Hedda’s friendly expression. He reached out to touch her large breasts and remembered how she had told him to squeeze them harder and had directed him to pinch her nipples. Bann followed in the footsteps of his memory, sinking his fingers into the blonde’s ample boobs, watching them jiggle as he pumped his engorged member into her silky, hot cunny. Bann leaned forward, pressing himself against Hedda’s exquisite body, fucking her with fevered intensity.


Reality shifted again, subtly, and Bann raised himself to find his cock seated within Hedda’s pliant butthole. The memory flowed into him again - Jon tossing them a flask of oil after he had used some himself to ease his own passage into Thyra’s asshole. Hedda slathering the oil over Bann’s rigid tool. The sublime, greasy grip of Hedda’s ass wrapped around his shaft. He blinked. Without him noticing the change, Hedda was now on her knees before him, head down, ass up. He squatted behind her, steadily plunging his girthy fuck-pole into her ass.


The memories flickered past his eyes and the reality he was adrift within shifted to match each carnal vision. Now, he was servicing Anja in the blacksmith’s shed - a quick fuck, the older woman bent over her workbench, a reward for restocking the coal without being asked. Now, he was under the orchard’s leafy canopy, his face buried in a harpy’s bountiful bosom, his cock balls-deep in her grasping pussy. Now it was Thyra again, high up on the valley slopes, dick pumping cum into her ass, the valley spread majestically below them. Now it was Greta, the cook, in the dark of the longhouse, the sounds of other couples mating in the ember-lit gloom. Then, Hedda again, taking him and Jon at the same time behind meadery, the three of them mellow with the honey liquor.


The memories caught up with recent history. Hedda transmuted into the centaur queen, Lisbet, before shifting into Hedda again. Hedda transformed into Cress, and Cress became Kalliya. There was a momentary stutter in the chain of recollection. The image of a large mirror lingered in Bann’s head. There was somebody in the mirror, an image of someone he knew. The youth tried to grasp the fleeting memory, to hold it still, but Kalliya shimmered into Hedda once more and the memory of the mirror flitted away as Bann felt the divine embrace of his friend’s cunt around his desperate cock.


Hedda merged into Cress and then became Dayna and Mila. He was in the Ogre’s Drum in Top Town. Then it was the barn on the road to Drasich. Dayna was gently riding his dick, her hands on his chest. He ran his hands up her stomach to her breasts, gripping the perky orbs and teasing her hard nipples. Dayna was looking down at him in the dark. She was smiling, but… there was something else; somehow she was shouting urgently at him as well.


Dayna suddenly turned into Mila, bent over the railing in Drasich, his cock deep in her ass. Bann lifted her tail and gripped it tightly, using it as a handle as he hungrily sodomized the orc’s luscious arse. The purple skin of muscular woman’s asscheeks rippled under his heavy thrusts, her bestial legs spread to grant him easy access, her hooves planted firmly.


Bann shook his head and looked up at the darkness that wrapped around him. He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw, trying to focus. He looked down again.


Gaermeon was bent over before him, her spaded tail in his hands, his cock in her asshole. The succubus looked over her shoulder at the young man, smiling seductively.


“Alright, back to it, boy, and be quick about it - we should be getting down to the walls,” said the demon, her voice sounding like Mila’s.


Bann froze. A look of worry flickered across the succubi’s face.


“Oh. Shit.”


“You!” growled Bann.


“Wait, no!” stuttered the purple succubi, but Bann had slipped from her grasp.


The barbarian pushed forwards, shoving the demon to the ground in front of him. Bann was upon her in a flash, plunging his dick back into her gaping asshole. With one hand gripping her tail firmly, the other pressing her head against the ground, the young warrior got to work on her asshole, ravishing it with deep, heavy thrusts. Beneath him, Gaermeon grunted and gasped as her anus was plundered. Between her spread legs, dangling beneath her achingly empty cunt, her heavy balls and broad, blunt horsecock swung, half-hard and sympathetically dribbling pre-cum as Bann’s hefty column of cock-meat massaged her prostate. The demon could sense Bann’s impending orgasm.


“No,” she murmured weakly. Her own pleasure was building implacably within her. “No, don’t make me…”


Bann pumped his hips furiously. His pleasure boiled up inside him.


“Don’t make me…” moaned Gaermeon. “You’re… gonna make me… cummm!”


The succubi’s cock throbbed. Her balls heaved. Jism erupted from the hose-like organ, splattering the floor beneath the rutting pair. Her ass clenched around Bann’s pistoning shaft, milking it as he bucked his hips. Bann grunted and smashed his pelvis against Gaermeon’s large, round asscheeks. Buried deep in her bowels, the young warrior’s phallus bloated with pleasure and exploded, spurting jets of scalding hot seed into the dominated demon’s anus.


“Oh shiiit,” groaned Gaermeon, her pussy gushing, her cock spasming helplessly as it squirted out more sloppy seed. “Oh fuck…”


Bann closed his eyes as the waves of pleasure washed over him and his engorged organ basted Gaermeon’s bowels with its syrupy spunk. With a final buck of his hips, he unloaded the last few drops of his ejaculate and then opened his eyes.


*****


“You think he’s going to be okay?” asked Mila as Dayna entered the room and came to stand beside her. The two looked down at Bann where he slumbered on the bed.


“I don’t know,” said Dayna. “I’ve never heard of anything like this.”


They had laid the youth on a bed in the university infirmary after recovering him, strangely unharmed, but for his catatonic state, from the foot of the battered Omnigarch Tower. Beneath his armour, the boy now sported a curious, light coloured, almost white, circular mark over the left side of his chest. The mark was the same size as the Omnigarch stone. Of the stone and the demon Gaermeon, there was no sign. To make matters even more perplexing, the youth was sporting a prodigious erection, and had done since they’d found him and brought him into the infirmary.


“What’s going on with the army?” said Mila.


“It’s all up in the air right now,” said Dayna. “With the troops from the Free Cities, the Redtooth and Queen Lisbet and her centaurs showing up, there’s a lot of armed soldiers about, but I don’t think anyone’s in the mood for more fighting.”


“Cress and Frieda mentioned something about Lisbet trying to broker a treaty or something.”


“Yeah, there’s talk about that,” shrugged Dayna, “but I’m not sure anything’s going to come about quickly.”


Mila shook her head wearily and stretched.


“You should get some rest,” added Dayna. “I think I’ll watch over him for a bit.”


“Alright. ‘Night,” said the orc as she turned to leave the room.


After Mila had departed, Dayna fed the boy some water and a few sips of a nutritious elixir they had gotten from an alchemist. Despite appearing asleep, they had found that Ban would accept and swallow the sustenance they placed in his mouth, but would not respond to any other stimulus. Dayna caressed the lad’s forehead, running her fingers back through his hair.


“What are we going to do with you?” she worried.


Of her comrades, Bann was the one who had her most concerned. They had all suffered significant injuries, but all were healing well. Trellis, grievously wounded as he was, was on the road to recovery, although he was lacking a few appendages. Even Hedda, although still distraught at her shieldbearer’s passing, appeared to be coping (although Dayna knew she wasn’t, and maybe would never be, back to her old self). The mage wondered if Bann’s recovery would assist the spearmaiden’s psychological healing.


Dayna looked down at the young northerner while she stroked his brow. As her eyes ran over his sheet-covered body, her gaze was helplessly drawn to his groin and the way his swollen phallus tented the sheet he lay beneath. The monumental column of fuck-meat seemed to seep a continuous trickle of pre-cum - there was a sizeable wet patch where the lad’s cumslit pressed against the blanket. She felt her pussy moisten at the sight.


With a sigh at the insatiable libido Habernalle’s spell had left her with, she surreptitiously slid the sheet down to Bann’s thighs. The barbarian’s immense dong quivered slightly as it popped free from under its covering. With a guilty glance back at the closed door, Dayna leaned over the rigid organ and gently licked the tip. The swollen pillar throbbed under her tongue’s caress, squeezing out a large bead of slimy liquid. Dayna’s cunt clenched reflexively.


“Fuck,” the mage swore. Her hands moved under their own accord to her robe and she uncinched her belt. With another sigh, she lifted the garment over her head and dropped it on the floor beside the bed.


Grinning shamefacedly at her wanton actions, Dayna climbed onto the bed and straddled the immobile youth. She felt his oversized organ nestle against her asscrack. With a rueful shake of her head, she reached behind her and slid the string of her thong to one side and pushed her pussy back against Bann’s steel-hard phallus. With small flexes of her hips, Dayna slid her cuntlips up and down her patient’s engorged organ. Her salacious movements left a glistening trail along the lad’s hot, veiny skin.


“Dayna, you absolute slut,” sighed the mage in resignation as she reached behind her once more and took hold of Bann’s shaft. Her sigh turned into a moan of delight as she arched her back and angled the immense so its mushroom-like head parted the folds of her cunt.


Unable to hold herself back, Dayna pushed herself back onto the youth’s breeding pole. The girthy organ filled her exquisitely. She shuddered through a small orgasm, brought on by the simple act of plugging her pussy with hot cockmeat. Relishing the sublime sensation of fullness, the elf raised herself until she was sitting upright upon Bann’s meaty column of aroused flesh and began to buck her hips.


The youth beneath her raised his hands to grip her tits. Dayna gasped as Bann, his eyes still closed, pinched her nipples between his fingers. Still grinding her cunt on the boy’s gorgeous dick, Dayna braced herself with her hands on his chest and shouted at the young warrior.


“Bann?! Wake up!”


The northman uttered no sound, but continued to grope her boobs, although Dayna felt his hips buck against her, thrusting his engorged member up into her pussy.


“Bann! -ungh- Please!” grunted Dayna as the boy’s bucking pelvis bounced her up and down.


Eyes still closed, the young warrior suddenly sat upright and pulled Dayna off his cock before roughly tossing her onto the bed. As he climbed off the mattress, the elven mage tried to turn over to see what was happening, but Bann grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her half off the bed. With one hand gripping her asscheek firmly, the lad pressed his cockhead against the startled mage’s sphincter.


“Woah!” blurted Dayna as she felt the bloated, blunt-tipped organ push into her asshole.


Thankfully, between his steadily flowing of pre-cum, a healthy coating of her cunt-juice and the magical enhancements Habernalle had blessed her with, Dayna’s buttocks happily welcomed the oversized intruder. The elf’s cunt spurted fem-cum as Bann slid his obscenely bloated phallus into her ass.


With golem-like purpose, Bann began fucking Dayna’s ass, hands gripping her cheeks fiercely, cock pumping like a blacksmith’s bellows. Any chance of trying to talk to the automaton that was her friend was smothered by the boy’s steady, intense rhythm and Dayna was resigned to lying face down on the bed, grunting and mewling with pleasure as Bann vigorously sodomised her. Her pussy spasmed in helpless pleasure, squirting occasional jets of female ejaculate in sympathy for her thoroughly pillaged anus.


“You!” growled Bann suddenly.


Dayna looked back at Bann, startled at his sudden exclamation, but was unable to speak as the fuck-drunk man leaned forward and pushed her head into the bed while increasing the punishing pace of his assault on her asshole. All she could do was to keep on orgasming.


Bann’s hips heaved. His balls swung beneath his pistoning cock, slapping against Dayna’s fluid-spurting twat. The elf felt his dick pulse and inflate to awesome proportions in her ass. She moaned weakly as a ridiculous quantity of hot jism surged into her anal passage. The huge cum-hose stuffed in her butt thrashed and throbbed as it blasted torrents of sloppy spunk into her. Dayna quivered and twitched in tortuous pleasure while Bann’s heavy phallus delivered a steady, spurting stream of warm cum to her bowels.


“Dayna?” said Bann, opening his eyes, his cock flexing weakly in her jizz packed rectum.


“Bann?” said Dayna, exhausted. She turned her head to look back at the youth who had just used her ass so thoroughly.


Bann pulled his deflating cock out of Dayna’s asshole and staggered backwards. Cum oozed from the mage’s gaping hole, pouring down her legs. Panting heavily, Dayna groggily turned over and sat on the edge of the bed.


“Wha… what’s happening?” babbled the confused northman.


He stumbled forward. Dayna jumped to her feet, grabbing the dazed young man by the shoulders as he collapsed and guiding him onto the bed.


The next morning found Bann sitting up in bed. Hedda sat at the foot watching as her clanmate powered through a plate of sausages and eggs while filling him in on the happenings since the fight in the tower. Dayna sat on a chair by the window, nearby. All the young barbarian’s comrades had stopped by at some point that morning - Mila had given him a hearty embrace, almost smothering the lad with her bountiful bosom, while Alagar licked his hand and wagged his tail, almost knocking over a table in the process (the warg filled the small infirmary room to a ridiculous extent). Cress had lavished him with attention, hugs and a rather disjointed and rambling version of the past two weeks’ events - Hedda was attempting to clarify the story at that very moment. Frieda and Pointer had dropped in to visit as well, wishing him well and giving him a firm handshake, respectively. Even Gomp had given the youth a not quite curmudgeonly nod when he had ambled in to see what the fuss was about.


“...so that’s what’s happened over the past two weeks,” finished Hedda, wrapping up her summary.


She had told Bann of Jon’s funeral pyre, and had shown him the small, lead sealed pouch that contained their friend’s ashes. She had told him of how the fighting had ceased upon the disappearance of the demonic invaders, about how the warhost had retreated outside the city walls, their bloodlust more than quashed by the demonic invasion they had helped trigger and that had subsequently decimated their ranks. She went on to tell him about the arrival of reinforcements from the other Free Cities, who were helping to restore order, and the arrival of the Redtooth clan, who were helping to confuse matters, and the arrival of Queen Lisbet and her attempts to broker a lasting peace.


“I miss him already,” said Hedda softly, thinking of Jon after the two had sat in silence a moment..


“He was…” Bann’s voice caught in his throat. He swallowed. “He was a good friend.”


“When you’re well enough to travel,” said the blonde warrior, “we should take him home.”


“That’d be nice,” agreed Bann. “I feel like it’s been a year since I saw the valley.”


“Um,” Dayna cleared her throat, “about that…”


“What?” said Bann. “I feel great - if I knew where you guys had hidden my clothes I’d be out of bed already.”


“I’d still like to know what that is,” said Dayna, tapping her chest and giving Bann a pointed look. “I’m not sure you should be away from the university’s resources until we’ve a better idea about what happened to you.”


The northman looked down at the peculiar white circle on his chest. It gave him no discomfort, but just thinking of the strange mark drew his mind back to the bizarre dream he had experienced while he had been unconscious.


“She’s got a point,”agreed Hedda. “We should probably stick around a while longer while we figure out what happened. Besides, I’m sure Jon wouldn’t mind taking a bit longer out in the world before heading home.”


“It’s true,” said Bann, nodding. “If he were here he’d be out questing to find the strongest drink this city made.”


“Or trying to chase down the local girls,” laughed Hedda. She put on her best Jon voice; “Know why we have to wear kilts up north, lass?”


Bann snorted at his friend’s terrible impression. “Cos it’s too big for pants!”


Meanwhile, deep below the infirmary, Mila and Pointer were being led through the university vaults by a robed acolyte.


“You’re telling me she’s different?” said the orc to the mage guiding them. “Different how?”


“Well, she wasn’t talking before, when you brought her in - barely moving at all, really, unless you pushed or pulled her,” explained the brown robed wizard. “Then, suddenly, in the middle of the night, bam! She’s up and pacing around and babbling all sorts of crazy.”


The mage unlocked a heavy, iron door and led the elf and orc into the small chamber beyond it. There was a table and a few chairs in the centre of the circular room. Two more brown robed acolytes were seated at the wooden table. Barred cells occupied the walls of the small gaol, all empty, but for one.


“Where is she where is the master so close so far where is she come to me,” Kalliya murmured ceaselessly as she paced to and fro in her prison. A plain metal collar with a small blue gem set within it was fastened around her neck - Dayna had explained to Mila that it was a magic dampening device.


“I think she’s lost the plot completely,” said the acolyte, watching the dusky-skinned mage ramble and pace. “Might’ve been kinder to hand her over to the clans and let them take her head off.”


Mila and Pointer walked over to the bars and watched the addled sorcerer that had so recently caused them so much grief. Kalliya didn’t seem to notice them.


“Sounds like she’s talking about Gaermeon,” grunted Mila to Pointer. She raised her voice and spoke to Kalliya directly, “Your demon’s dead, asshole. She won’t coming to save you any time soon.”


Kalliya’s head snapped up and she looked wild-eyed at the orc. “Not dead so close bring her here!”


Pointer sighed. Mila put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.


“Maybe Dayna will be able to figure this out,” said the greenskin. “C’mon, let’s go see if there’s a bar left standing somewhere in this city and you can tell me what it is you need this crazy wizard to tell you.”


They eventually found a tavern that was mostly intact. An elven barkeep was on a ladder outside, pulling arrows out of the wood frame of a window. Upon Mila’s query, he climbed down and opened the door for the rogue and fighter.


“It’ll have to be wine, I’m afraid,” said the apron clad elf. “Someone, or something, I suppose, staved in all my ale kegs and drank all the other stuff.”


Mila glanced at Pointer, who grinned. “That’s fine by him, I see,” she shrugged. “Wine’ll have to do.”


The barman bade them to have a seat and brought over two tankards. He filled them from an amphora. “No glasses seemed to have survived,” he said apologetically. “Hope that’s alright?”


“I’m not picky,” smiled Mila, peering into the large mug. Pointer gave the proprietor a friendly nod. “Leave the jug,” added the orc, reaching for her purse.


“On the house,” objected the elf, waving off Mila’s attempt to pay. “I’ve heard about you and what you did for the city.”


After the barkeep had retreated, Mila grinned at Pointer. “Perks of being a hero seem pretty good,” she chuckled. “Alright, get writing, Mr Mysterious.”


This could take some time, signed Pointer, his fingers flickering.


“We’ve got a jug of free booze,” shrugged Mila. “I’ve got the time.”


Pointer cocked his head at his orc companion and pulled out his slate and chalk. He began to write.


The tale he spun was fantastic. The elf described how he and his sister had been smuggled from the city as the empire had collapsed around them. He wrote of his itinerant existence, he and his sister travelling the roads of the fallen empire, making their way by wit and wile, often using their aristocratic upbringing to pass as bards until they fell in with a troupe of actors from whom he had learned the ways of a thief and his sister had first discovered her magical aptitude. After years on the road, the troupe eventually dissolved and he had followed his sister to Ceres Bay where she had apprenticed to an enchanter and he had joined a small smuggling outfit. He tapped his boots, describing how his sister had enchanted them for him - one of her first creations.


As they reached the bottom of the wine jug, he told the orc of the underworld war that had resulted in the destruction of the smuggling ring he had managed to rise to a role of leadership within. Mila noticed a flash of sorrow flit across Pointer’s handsome features as he continued - the rival organisation had captured him and tortured him ceaselessly, finally cutting out his tongue when they realised he wouldn’t inform on his contacts. After years as their prisoner, he had escaped his bonds and had slaughtered his way through the organization’s ranks until they were all dead by his hand. He then sought out his sister, only to discover she had been kidnapped by the same group while they had tortured him. For many more years he worked as a contract thief and killer, becoming infamous for his abilities, but never giving up on his search for any clues as to his sibling’s fate, but finding no sign until, in a tavern in Ceres, he had been put in contact with Kalliya.


The mage had sung a snippet of a song that only he and his sister knew - an old melody that the two had created new words to while they had travelled together. On the promise of further information upon the successful theft of the Omnigarch Stone, Kalliya had obtained his services, only to betray him.


“Damn,” whispered Mila, downing the last of her cup. “I’m sorry, mate.”


Pointer gave her a nod of thanks and drained his own tankard.


“Well, that settles it, then,” said Mila, her mouth set with steely determination. “We get Kalliya to talk, whatever it takes.”


As the city’s shadows grew long in the late afternoon light, the orc and the elf got unsteadily to their feet and, leaning on each other for support, stumbled out into the darkening streets.