CRYSANIA

Dwelling in Darkness

by PJ

 

 

The hot wind of the Abyss washed across Crysania's lovely face. The young Daughter of Paladine brushed strands of black hair away from her eyes as she watched Raistlin complete his spell, thin, golden arms upraised to the gray sky.

Gray sand blasted up into the air, a thundering fountain of displaced earth. Crysania staggered from the force of the explosion, she barely kept her feet while more sand geysered skyward. Heart pounding with fear, Crysania noticed that the warm air was rippling before Raistlin, gradually gaining substance, taking the shape of an emerging tower. The beautiful cleric brought her hands to her mouth, she recognized the tall, slender spire, it was the Tower of High Sorcery from Palanthas.

Raistlin brought his bared arms down, the fountain of sand collapsed, the Tower stood within a wide, bowl-shaped depression, gleaming obsidian in the perpetual haze of the Abyss. Raistlin turned to look upon Crysania, he motioned to the Tower, bowing mockingly.

"Our new home, my dear," smiled the black-robed wizard.

Crysania returned Raistlin's smile tremulously, she followed the mage into his sanctum.

***

Crysania hugged Raistlin's neck as he thrust between her spread legs. The Daughter of Paladine lay on Raistlin's bed, a plain, wooden frame for a single feather-stuffed mattress. The leather straps that supported the mattress creaked beneath Crysania as she shifted beneath her lover, Raistlin's hot breath caressing her throat, his cool fingers clutching her naked buttocks while he impaled her cunt repeatedly. Raistlin didn't look directly at Crysania as she stared up at him, the mage concentrated just above her crown, grunting with effort, slamming between her ivory thighs.

Raistlin climaxed quickly, he removed his manhood and splashed his seed across Crysania's bare stomach. Flushed and sweating, Raistlin finally lowered his golden eyes to Crysania's blue, he kissed her briefly on the lips, then climbed off of her and draped on a black robe.

"I'll be in the lower level laboratory. We're very vulnerable at the moment, I must create guardians for the Tower, then armies to properly claim my new domain."

"Alright," nodded Crysania, raising a damp sheet up to her glistening breasts. "I'll be waiting for you."

Raistlin left the bedchamber without another word or glance. Crysania stretched out upon the soft mattress, the mage's cum still clinging to her belly.

***

There was no passage of time within the Abyss. Night never fell, the sun never blossomed across the horizon. There was no hunger in the Abyss, Crysania never felt the need for food or drink, she simply existed, even sleep was no longer a requirement.

Raistlin remained in the lower levels of the Tower, creating monstrous guardians with alchemy and magic. Crysania watched the huge, muscular creatures patrol around the edge of the depression, never tiring, never altering their marching steps.

Eventually, Raistlin did create an army of his own. He led them upon a massive, black dragon, an automation of exposed bone, muscle, and wire, with patches of black scales over its enormous chest and snout. Observing from the window of Raistlin's bedroom, Crysania witnessed the march of the teeming horde, a long tide of pieced-together limbs, a silent army that uttered no sound, no growls of hatred, no cries of excitement, an army of golems, obeying their creator's every command.

The thunder of the army's footsteps faded away, the cloud raised by their marching lowered to the ground. A few crouching hulks remained at the periphery of the Tower to guard Raistlin's home. Crysania was a lonely figure in white standing at a high tower window, her heart empty, the despair of the Abyss sinking into her bones.

***

Crysania's blue eyes snapped open and she sat up in bed. The young woman slept for long periods of time, it allowed her mind to wander and made the endless boredom somewhat bearable. Crysania slipped out of bed naked and put on a white robe, she walked to the closest bedroom window, the guardians were lying on their sides, motionless.

Fear turned Crysania's blood to ice, she paled and looked frantically around the chamber, Raistlin had left nothing to summon him with.

The Daughter of Paladine heard footsteps climbing up the spiral stairwell of the Tower. Crysania grasped the silver medallion hanging between her pale breasts, the metal was cold, Paladine could not aid her ever again.

The footsteps halted before the bedroom door. The iron latch slid back, the arched door squealed on unoiled hinges, yielding for the intruder.

Crysania pressed her back against a wall, squeezing her medallion, panting raggedly, blue eyes wide.

A brown-robed stranger slowly entered the chamber. He wore a tattered cowl over his head, covering his features from the young woman. Soft slippers padded across the floorstones, the stranger closed the door behind him, then faced Crysania, hands hidden inside the wide sleeves of his soiled robe.

"Who..who are you?" shivered Crysania, lips quivering uncontrollably.

"The Master of the Tower is gone, leaving his greatest treasure behind," wheezed the cowled stranger, taking a few more steps towards Crysania.

"He will return soon! If you harm me he will destroy you!" warned Crysania, clutching her hands to her breasts.

The cowled stranger gurgled with laughter. "Yes! I'm sure he would! Everyone wants to kill a god!"

"Are..are you a god?" inquired Crysania with a frown and narrowed eyes.

"I am the god of Death, I feed from pain and anguish, the fields of battle are my feasting grounds," declared the stranger, peeling back his grimy hood, revealing a decayed, corpse face with grinning black teeth.

"Chemosh!" gasped Crysania.

"Aye, sweetling!" leered the bone-thin god in his hanging brown robe. "Your savior!"

"How are you my savior?" demanded Crysania, stiffening when Chemosh drew closer, the reek of his rotten flesh burning the young woman's nostrils.

"Your lover has abandoned you, you are all alone," teased Chemosh, tugging at the collar of Crysania's robe until she slapped his bony hand away. "Your god, Paladine, is dead, you lack direction, you yearn for power."

"I won't worship you!" snapped Crysania, pressing her palms to the stone wall as Chemosh closed the distance between them, his yellow eyes boring into Crysania.

Chemosh gently raked his fingertips from Crysania's throat to the cleft of her quaking breasts. "I know that you would never worship me, though I would grant you such wonderful gifts," purred the reeking corpse. "I can offer you an alternative, though, another deity of light remains."

"Who?" asked Crysania, intrigued despite herself, not protesting when Chemosh slowly lowered the collar of her robe, exposing one perfect, milk-white breast.

"Mishakal," smiled Chemosh, stretching out a long, glistening, black tongue to lick Crysania's visible, pink nipple.

Crysania bit her lip at the touch of the god's wet tongue. "You would take me to her?"

"Not directly," whispered Chemosh, opening Crysania's robe, letting it fall at the motionless woman's bare feet. "I would take you back to Krynn. You could visit one of Mishakal's temples, plead your cause to her. I'll put in a good word," gurgled the god mirthfully.

"What do you want in return?" panted Crysania, her naked breasts swelling while Chemosh slid his bony hands across her body, over her stomach and slender, white thighs.

"Your sweet flesh, as many times as I desire, until we reach the temple of Mishakal and she accepts you as her Daughter."

"I..I don't know," moaned Crysania, her eyes fluttering when Chemosh caressed the inside of her right thigh, the ivory tips of his fingers scratching Crysania's soft cunt lips.

"Do you want to stay in this tower as a prisoner for all eternity? Raistlin desires to be a god, he doesn't want you anymore. What is sex compared to divinity?"

Crysania opened her eyes and met the leering god's smoldering orbs. "I accept your offer, Chemosh."

"Excellent!" hissed the death god, roughly pulling Crysania's slender legs apart, a massive purple and black erection rising from beneath Chemosh's filthy robe.

Chemosh snatched Crysania's wrists and pinned them above her head as he speared the naked woman's pussy with his engorged member. Crysania moaned weakly, pain radiating from her cunt as it strained to open wide enough for the death god's incredibly thick cock. Chemosh smashed into Crysania over and over, humping her wildly, licking her swaying tits with his long, slithering, black tongue.

Chemosh dug his bony fingers into Crysania's pale shoulders and spun her around. He smashed her into the stone wall, then impaled her ass, grunting deeply while he slapped into her curvaceous buttocks. Crysania's right cheek pressed against the cold stone, she clutched at the wall with her open hands as Chemosh rammed into her cunt again and again, his long shaft driving up into her belly. She shivered in revulsion when she felt Chemosh's wriggling tongue slip down her spine, leaving cold saliva across her white flesh, her eyes widened and she bit her lip when the death god's tongue tickled her anus and circled her pink nether hole.

Rotting palms cupped Crysania's bouncing tits. Crysania whimpered and closed her eyes again while she allowed Chemosh to grope her warm breasts, his skinless fingers painfully pinching her stiff nipples.

Chemosh drove Crysania into the wall over and over until he finally orgasmed, his cock reflexively burying itself inside Crysania's slick vagina even though nothing escaped from his pulsing member. The death god hugged Crysania's slim waist, he ran his elongated tongue over the naked woman's ivory buttocks, tasting her flushed skin.

"Are you ready to leave the Abyss?"

"Yes," panted Crysania, squeezing her eyes closed.

The death god's coarse robe enfolded Crysania's gleaming body. The tattered material wrapped around Crysania like a cocoon, binding her until she could barely breathe, a moldering shroud that blinded and gagged the young woman.

"Sleep," whispered Chemosh in Crysania's ear.

Crysania grew limp in the embrace of Chemosh's robe, she knew no more.

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