Machinations
Aftermath 3
by PJ
It was a hot
day, with the sun beating down from a clear sky and a warm breeze
swaying the
endless fields of yellow grass. The elf
lord, Mythas, sat hunched
in his
saddle as he slowly rode southwest, towards the last remaining forest
called Elfin
Wood. Mythas' younger sister, Laurana,
trailed after her brother
and a string
of pack horses laden with trade goods.
The duo rode silently for
some time
until Mythas raised his head and peered into the distance.
"What
is it?" shouted Laurana from the back of the baggage train.
Mythas
didn't reply, he snapped his horse's reins, galloping swiftly towards
something
only he could see. Laurana shouted
after her brother, then cursed
before
riding in pursuit. The elf girl pounded
after Mythas, her mare churning
up loose
earth until she reached the edge of an immense
blast
site. The grass for almost a league was
seared away, leaving only a dry,
scorched
circle upon the ground. Laurana slowed
her mount, her senses tingling
from some
unknown source of magick ahead. She
watched as her brother
dismounted
ahead of her and knelt down on the ground, examining something
carefully. Laurana finally caught up with Mythas, then
hopped off her saddle,
hesitantly
drawing closer to her entranced sibling.
"Look! See how it burns with magick!" murmured
Mythas reverently, his slanted
eyes locked
on an obsidian orb the size of a small melon.
The surface of the
orb writhed
and shifted, like warm oil.
"It
feels bad."
"Nonsense,
it has the aura of power, great power," whispered Mythas
covetously.
"Leave
it here. It will bring death to whoever
tries to use it."
"No, I
want it. With this I can restore Elfish
dominion, we can rule this
whole
country again."
"Even
if hundreds of thousands have to die to accomplish it?"
"No
matter," replied Mythas before he gently reached out and picked up the
black
orb. Eldritch life poured into the elf
lord's body, making him feel
strong and
supremely confident. Mythas smiled
blissfully, then placed the orb
into a large
leather pouch hanging from his belt.
"Tell
no one of this, sister. I must explore the
powers of the Dragon's Eye
before I use
it to save our people."
"I
won't tell anyone, brother," agreed Laurana, her bright eyes narrowed with
concern.
"I have
slain King Flannar, Lord Modran," reported the black garbed assassin
from the far
side of the noble's desk. "I used
a very strong poison to kill
him as he
slept."
"Excellent. Now I shall pay you what we agreed,"
replied Modran before he
nodded
briefly. Rachel appeared from the
shadows near the study's closed door,
her fangs
bared just before she seized the assassin's shoulders and ripped
deeply into
the man's neck. The assassin gasped
briefly, then became limp as
the vampire
fed on him. Modran smiled with
satisfaction, watching Rachel suck
the life
blood from his foolish pawn. Rachel let
the dead man fall to the
floor, then
she cast a spell that incinerated the corpse, leaving the rich
carpeting
untouched.
"The
throne is yours now."
"Yes,
finally."
"I
require your help with a matter. I want
you to send soldiers after Rodger
Starblade
and his whore to have them arrested."
"On
what charge?"
"Make
one up, I just want them in the royal dungeon."
"Why
not just kill them? It's simpler and
cleaner."
"No, I
want him helpless in front of me before I drain him dry of life, after
I make him
watch his bitch die."
"Very
well, I'll send a detachment of Royal Guard after him after I'm anointed
King,"
smiled Modran malevolently.
"Thank
you, your majesty," replied Rachel with a mocking bow.
Hophena lay
against the stone wall, her arms throbbing from the manacles that
held them
above her head. She blinked her eyes
wearily, sleep deserting her.
The pain
that ached across every inch of her body returned with full force,
making her
groan softly. She blinked her eyes
again when she beheld the
interior of
the cavern. The desolate, filthy cave
that was once Dark Dragon's
lair was
gone, now a richly appointed bed chamber lay before her. White and
pink silk
drapes covered every wall except the one she lay upon. Ornate
tapestries
covered the cold stone floor, along with several piles of soft
cushions. Gold and silver braziers stood at intervals
around the cavern,
radiating
heat and a cloy incense. Temptress sat
at a vanity dresser, combing
out her new
red-gold locks. She ran a carved,
golden comb through her long,
thick
tresses, humming softly to herself. The
elemental noticed that Hophena
was awake,
she halted her combing to face the bound princess.
"You
like the new decor? I got bored after
you passed out, so I went hunting.
Emperor
Darkblade certainly has some rich caravans within his empire. I found
all kinds of
pretty things,"
smiled
Temptress with a graceful wave of her right arm.
"Won't
he miss them and come here to investigate?"
"Possibly,
but I have a plan for the dear Emperor.
He must be awfully lonely
now that his
sister is dead. I think I can cheer him
up," giggled Temptress as
she stood
up, her lithe body draped with sleek, nearly transparent pink silk.
She danced
briefly in soft white shoes, swaying close to the pain-wracked young
girl.
"Try
not to miss me, I'll be back soon," cooed Temptress before she
disappeared
in a flash of red flame. Hophena
struggled within her wrist
manacles
briefly, then accepting that they were inescapable, she reclined back
against the
rough stone wall and waited for her lovely captor to return.
Emperor
Blackheart Darkblade sat silently on his obsidian throne, his bearded
chin resting
on a black gauntleted fist. The throne
room was dark and quiet,
no torches
had been lit for weeks.
Blackheart
stank with neglect, his body armor was dull and cracking with rust.
Blackheart's
long, black hair stuck to his armored back in greasy strands, as
lifeless as
the man himself. The Emperor's eyes
stared forward into the
darkness,
vacant, empty. Blackheart didn't
respond at first when a short
pillar of
flame appeared, disgorging a gorgeous young woman with shining
red-gold
hair. The Emperor grunted roughly, then
slowly sat up in within his
throne.
"Who
are you?" inquired Darkblade, his voice cracking from disuse.
"I am
known as Temptress, my lord," bowed the elemental respectfully, granting
Blackheart a
generous view of her smooth cleavage.
Blackheart blinked in
wonder, then
lifted his eyes to meet the young woman's.
"What
manner of creature are you that can appear from a column of fire?"
"I am a
simple woman with some small skill with magick. Your sister succeeded
in her
quest, she restored magick to our world."
"Gema,"
moaned Blackheart softly, his shoulders becoming slack with renewed
grief.
"My
lord, I have come to comfort you, to help you heal from the loss of your
beloved
sister," said Temptress as she climbed the throne's dais and knelt next
to Darkblade. "Do I not bear a slight resemblance to
your dear sibling?"
Temptress
used her magick to alter her features, her face now a mixture of
Gema and
herself.
"Yes! You do resemble my sister! The nose, the chin, the red hair!"
exclaimed
Blackheart, his face brightening with joy.
"Let me
love you as your sister loved you. Let
me be your eternal companion."
"Yes,
you will be my consort," growled Darkblade before he grabbed Temptress'
shoulders
firmly and crushed his mouth against hers.
Temptress grew limp in
Darkblade's
hands, she surrendered her lush body to the desperate Emperor. He
ripped open
her silk garments, then fastened his mouth on her right breast. He
sucked
loudly, tweaking Temptress' nipple wetly with his tongue. Temptress sat
on
Darkblade's left leg, moaning with pleasure while Blackheart moved from her
right breast
to the left. She ran her hands through
Darkblade's dirty hair,
pressing her
tits against his ravenous face.
Darkblade wrapped his arms around
Temptress'
narrow waist, holding her firmly to his armored torso. He licked up
the woman's
creamy throat, then kissed her desperately on the mouth, probing
her jaws
with his tongue. Temptress returned the
Emperor's embrace, matching
his passion
with her own. She wrapped her arms
around Darkblade's neck,
caressing
his lips with her own full, red painted flesh.
"You
smell like her," groaned Darkblade before he nibbled down her bare
shoulder
then between her heaving tits.
Temptress smiled as she fed on
Darkblade's
lust, she squeezed her breasts against Darkblade's cheeks, then
rubbed his
face up and down the valley in between her ripe melons. She kissed
the
Emperor's neck and mouth while she reached down to unfasten his cod piece.
She
discarded the piece of black metal, then wrapped her hands around his cock.
Darkblade
groaned with pleasure as Temptress fondled his rod, making it hard
with desire
while she nibbled lustfully on his neck and shoulder joint.
Darkblade
ripped the lower part of her dress away, then started rubbing her red
bush of
pubic hair.
"Yes,
my lord!" gasped Temptress, her pussy growing wet from the Emperor's
attentions.
Darkblade
smiled as he inserted a metal encased finger into the moaning woman's
cunt,
sliding it deep into her quivering vagina.
"Beg
for it, like Gema used to," ordered Darkblade, his finger slipping in and
out of
Temptress' dripping pussy.
"Fuck
me, my lord! Shove your hard cock
inside me!" shouted Temptress, her
breasts
thrust out, her nipples hard as rock.
Darkblade
removed his cock from Temptress' sensual ministrations, then slowly
slid it
inside the panting woman's pussy.
Temptress pressed her hands against
Darkblade's
shoulders before she began to pump over Darkblade's member, shoving
it deep into
her warm belly. Darkblade groaned with
ecstasy, he watched the
naked
woman's tits bob up and down as she rode his cock, milked it with her
clenching
cunt lips. The female elemental's ass
rose and fell rhythmically as
she fucked
the entranced Emperor, her pussy melting with her dripping juices,
Darkblade's
tool sliding easily in and out of her tight fuck hole. Temptress
rammed her
pussy over Darkblade's cock endlessly until he shot his load,
filling her
stomach with his hot seed. She continued
to fuck Darkblade until
his pole
became limp, then she slid off his lap to clean his shaft with her red
lips and
agile tongue. The Emperor caressed the
top of Temptress' head,
watching the
red-gold strands glow for his pleasure.
"You
will stay with me?"
"Yes,
my lord. For the rest of your
life," replied Temptress with a secret
grin.
************************************