by Randi Darren
Right. Those two can handle it. Let’s go see that broom closet real quick.
Running off, Sam went unerringly to the spot Jena where had been cooped up. With how long she’d been there, and how out of touch she was with what was happening, Sam was hoping to find something that’d let them get out of here.
Hope it’s a portal. A portal anywhere. I can use it to make another portal inside it.
Reaching the broom closet and finding dead people, Sam flipped back to the comment Imp-Three had made.
The older Elemental and another were on the ground. There didn’t seem to be any sign of outward violence on them, but Sam could clearly tell they were quite dead.
Grabbing the handle of the broom closet, Sam jerked it open and found just that.
A closet with shelves, cleaning supplies, several mops, and brooms.
Holding up a hand, Sam simply stole from the free-floating Essence that was everywhere right now and used it to tear at any glamour that could be here.
The Essence that Jenaphila had flooded the building with was everywhere. There was no way he’d be able to see a glamour, but he could use the free Essence to break a glamour.
Seconds after smashing the entirety of the closet with his spellwork, Sam watched as a door appeared in the corner of the room. It didn’t have a doorknob, but instead had a plate that likely read biometrics.
Stepping up to it, Sam simply punched out at the point where it likely latched to the frame. Using that same free Essence to empower his whole body to channel the blow, Sam knocked it open on the first strike.
Hopping over a mop and its bucket, Sam entered a large open room. A line of screens, switches, buttons, and knobs were laid out against a glass enclosure.
In that enclosure were four Elemental cores. They appeared to be some type of metallic Elemental and were all being crushed together by magical means.
What the hell is she doing?
Sam had no idea what was going on here, but he knew that it wasn’t likely good for anyone.
Looking down at the console in front of him, Sam figured these were controls for the enclosure. Glancing to the screen, he saw there was a series of systems listed.
At the top, in bold red letters, read “radiation control protocol: active”.
Radiation? Huh.
Radiation can distort all forms of magic. If I remove the protocol… could I flood the complex with radiation? Would it be enough to let us open a portal?
Time to find out.
Grinning, Sam started flipping switches, turning knobs, and tapping buttons. With each one, he checked the screen to see if there was any change at all.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t seem to find the right combination or specific button sequence to deactivate the control.
“You know what… fuck it,” Sam said. Laying a hand down against the top of the panel, Sam slammed an Essence spike into the system, and into the enclosure.
Because the radiation is probably coming from the—
The console, enclosure, and part of the room blew outward from the point Sam had struck.
Sent flying through the air, Sam zipped out of the room and slammed through the wall of the broom closet, only to end up back in the Elemental Resource room.
Slowly, Sam sat up, his ears ringing painfully.
Giving his head a shake, he stood up and looked at the hole he’d made.
Then a wave of radiation hit him that had no end.
He felt it when it struck his avatar and began to degrade it.
Okay, damn. That’s a lot of radiation.
Sam turned on his heel and went straight back to where the Elementals were now gathering.
Those that could help were destroying locks and those that couldn’t were crowding together here.
“Okay, you’re all free,” Sam said reaching the group. Then he felt a thread-like stream of Essence reach him. Across the plane-nullification zone and through the radiation, he could feel his plane.
Putting some oomph into the spell, Sam tore open a portal to his plane, and stuck a plane right on the other side of it so that it opened up to where the school had been in Florida.
It was the best he could do without revealing his own presence in this escape.
And radiation wouldn’t bother an elemental in the least.
“Good luck!” Sam said and left. He needed to go collect his people and get out as well.
Upon re-entering the other resource room where he’d left Irene, he found that everyone was now freed. Except for those in the red rooms, as they’d been called.
In fact, even Hillary, Abigail, Imp-One, Imp-Two, and Imp-Three had somehow joined Irene.
“Hey, it’s time to go,” Irene said to Sam as he got close. Her soul was watching him during his approach and had clearly relayed it to her body. Irene was busily trying to force a portal open through the radiation that was now wildly sweeping out. “There’s a radiation leak and I’m going to use it. Once we get it open, we can stabilize it and—”
A dark purple portal shrieked into existence. Sam had no idea where it went on the other side, but anywhere would be better than here.
Aster came through the portal and stood to one side, smiling.
“We’re clear on the other side,” she said. Apparently, she’d been waiting for a portal. Either Abigail had gotten a message out or someone had been paying attention and keeping an eye on things.
Probably Decima.
I’ll kiss her from head to asshole, the angry little militant.
“Great! Everyone through!” Irene shouted, looking away from Aster. “Fast as you can!”
In a massive rush of sweaty, seed-stained, very naked bodies, the portal was filled with people escaping.
A mob-like line had formed and people went through as quickly as possible.
Imp-One, Imp-Two, Imp-Three, Abigail, Hillary, Irene, and Sam all formed up at the back.
“I can hold this open till we get through,” Irene promised, staying next to Sam with one hand raised.
“This wasn’t supposed to be an active mission,” Abigail complained. “I don’t want active missions anymore. I’m not cut out for this.”
“You and me both, my love,” Sam said, laying a hand to Abigail’s shoulder. She was right in front of Sam, just behind Imp-Three.
Imp-One, Imp-Two, and Hillary vanished through the portal. Along with the pregnant dark haired Succubus who’d stuck close by for some reason.
“Need any help with it?” Sam asked, glancing to Irene as Imp-Three was ready to go through the portal, just behind an Incubus.
“No. I’ve got it. It’s stable and—”
A freakishly large spike of Essence stabbed out at their location, passing right through the portal.
The purple oval of magic suddenly, and without any warning, snapped completely shut.
Imp-Three—who’d been halfway through it—was neatly cut in half. From the front of her skull down to the front of her stomach she simply vanished into nothing. The back half of her had fallen to the ground and flopped around for a second.
Imp-Three’s soul appeared, then vanished, zipping away to the side as if it’d been yanked by an invisible hand.
Oh shit, she’s gone!
Irene, Sam, Abigail, and Aster were still on the wrong side of the portal.
“The fuck!?” Aster shouted, moving away from Imp-Three as she bled all over the Elemental’s boots.
“Something forced my portal shut,” Irene said, slowly slumping to one side. “It hurt really bad.”
“That was Jena,” explained Sam. He knew it was true. “She knows we’re here and just shut the portals. Both of them.”
He could no longer feel his connection to his plane. They were effectively stuck here.
Again.
“Both?” Abigail asked.
“I opened one for the Elementals to get out. We need to… uh…” Sam said, pausing to look around. He didn’t know what to do.
“Red room. Let’s go
to the red room and get in a cage. We can pretend to be them. I’ll short the locking mechanism,” Irene said. “She can’t hold the planes shut on her force of will alone. That radiation is getting heavier by the minute.”
Sam couldn’t disagree. The radiation seemed to be getting worse very quickly.
“Red room? What cage?” Aster asked.
Irene wasn’t waiting for anyone. She was already heading toward the red room cages.
“Sam is going to fuck us insanely,” Irene said. “Literally, insanely. To the point that you’re going to be numb from the hips down.”
“Huh?” Abigail asked brightly, chasing after Irene.
“The cage makes Incubi and Succubi go sex crazy. He’s going to hump your bunk as if he were starving,” Irene amended. “Let’s hope there’s an open cage or I’m going to have to turn the contents to goo and take it over. They’re a little different than the others and each one is segregated for the most part.”
“I’m all for getting ravaged, but surely we could think of another plan,” said Aster. “What if Jena comes in here and—”
A deep rumbling sound was followed by a violent wave of Essence sorcery scorching over them.
“Okay! Into the cage! Ravage me plenty Sam and make me squeal,” Aster said, hurrying after Irene.
Sam couldn’t blame them. The amount of power behind that last blast was on a level he’d never experienced in his life.
We’ll have to attack her personal Essence storage. There’s no way we can battle her head-on.
Attack how she’s generating it, her entire empire, and her storage.
Way too strong.
“Oh, thank fuck,” Irene said, turning slightly. “Dump your clothes, get in the cage. I’m going to fry the lock.”
Aster and Abigail were stripping out of their clothes quickly, piling them up atop one another in front of the cage Irene had led them to.
On the other side of the partition, Sam could hear the sounds of sex. Rough sex. Flesh slapping and a woman grunting and moaning.
“Sam get naked already, for fucking me’s sake,” Aster demanded, flicking her panties on top of the pile and then getting into the empty red-barred cage.
Abigail was a moment behind her, running a hand through her hair.
“Okay, locks fried,” Irene said tearing her clothes off herself. “We can exit whenever we want. Just have to wait long enough for the radiation to get really bad.”
“Won’t radiation… kill us?” Abigail asked.
“Definitely,” Aster said with a chuckle. “Good thing you’re immortally contracted. We’ll escape before it gets bad enough to kill us.”
Irene shucked off her bra atop the pile.
“Hopefully,” she added as Sam dropped his own clothes onto the pile.
Lifting a hand, Irene incinerated the clothes in a flash of black and purple magic. In a second or two, it was as if the clothes had never existed.
“I liked those panties. Those were the panties I wore when Sam popped my new cherry,” Aster complained.
Irene went into the cage and held the door open from inside.
“Come on, Sam. Time to get to work,” she said.
Not liking this at all, Sam went into the cage. The entrance to this one was rather small and forced him to practically go in sideways.
Irene closed the door behind them and the whole thing turned on. A yellow light over the corner of the cage came to life.
“Damn, it just blocked me from my Essence,” Aster muttered.
“Yeah, it turned off my magic, too. Amy said the yellow light meant it was readying,” Irene said, looking at the light. “It’ll switch to green and power on. Then activate. It’ll drain us of the Essence we make through sex.
“If it’s red, it’s not working, and we’ll look… like the odd people out if they check cages.”
“Who said?” Sam asked.
“The Succubus. Amy. She explained everything to me while you were gone,” Irene replied.
Sam was looking around at the cage under his bare feet and above his head. He really didn’t like this. Being in a cold-iron cage made him feel sick.
“Though… though when it turns on, Sam is going to go full-on sex mode,” Irene said. “And I probably should have thought of this before but there’s no one here to give us a break from him. Someone usually came and altered the cage for that.”
“Oh,” Aster said. “Does that mean he could fuck me to death? And wow. I’m starting to get really horny. This cage is ramping me up with magic, isn’t it?”
“It definitely is. I feel it, too. As to fucking you to death, probably not,” Irene said. “Once it turns on, Sam won’t stop till we get him back out of the cage. But the others seemed to have some control. He should know when to stop.”
“They were here for years,” Sam commented. “Probably got used to it.”
“That… might be a prob—”
There was a clack and the light turned green, Irene falling silent.
Sam felt himself suddenly drowning in a world of lust and absolute desire.
“I’ll go first,” Abigail said, moving toward Sam. “We’ll just alternate and—”
Snatching at her, Sam picked her up and put her down to the ground. In less than a heartbeat, he had thrust himself deep into her and began pounding away at her with his hips.
After ten seconds of demolishing the moaning and squirming Abigail, Sam lost sense of what was going on.
Only to come back to himself what felt like seconds later.
Looking beneath himself, he found Irene. Sweat covered, her hair plastered to her face and on the ground, her arms limp next to her.
Her eyes were dull and lifeless, staring at nothing behind him.
“He actually killed us,” the Caer soul remarked. “Wow. We got dicked to death.”
“It’s fine, it’s fine. We can’t die. We’ll be up in a few seconds,” argued Irene’s soul. “But wow. That was amazing.”
“Yes. Yes it was,” Caer soul said. “Never felt anything like it. Even as we died he kept thrusting. Till we were dead.”
Looking around, Sam found the soul watching from outside the cage.
In the corner was a very sweaty, dirty, and completely unconscious Aster and Abigail. They both looked like they’d crawled into the corner and passed out there.
Sam could see they were covered in seed and Aster even had several bite marks on her neck.
Below him, Irene took in a gasping breath and then started coughing.
Looking back to the Lich-Witch, Sam was glad to see her eyes moving around.
“Holy shit,” Irene said in a gasp. “My heart gave out. Wow. I mean, damn, the sex has been great, but I never thought you’d actually dick me to death.”
“What’s… what’s going on?” Sam asked.
“Still waiting for the radiation,” Irene said, then she started to squirm out from under him. “Been a few hours. We’re almost there. You kinda fucked Abigail unconscious, then Aster. I stepped in since… well, I can’t die. Ya know? They can.
“Here, help me onto my hands and knees. You don’t let me switch positions and my back is hurting.”
Pulling out of Irene, Sam sat back and helped her to her hands and knees.
“Stupid light is going to turn back on in a second,” Irene said, as she propped herself up. “Oh, that’s so much better. Thanks.”
Irene’s thighs, rear end, hips, and privates were all coated in liberal amounts of Sam’s seed. It looked like she’d been painted in it.
It began to flow out of her insides like she was a keg that’d been tapped.
Glancing down at himself, Sam could see he was covered as well.
“Oh, there’s the light. Come on then Sam, round two,” Irene said a second before Sam leapt atop her. Losing track of his mind instantly.
***
Waking out of his trance for what he could only guess at being perhaps the fourth time, Sam found he was looking down at Irene again. She
was in the position he’d levered her into the last time she’d asked for him to move her to.
Which was right after she’d come back to life after having died again.
One leg was up over his shoulder, the other splayed out to her side. Sam was buried deep inside her and looming over her.
Except she wasn’t dead this time.
“Oh, thank fuck,” growled Irene before a portal slipped down over Sam, Irene, Abigail, and Aster.
Popping out into what was Sam’s old apartment, Sam felt extremely disoriented.
“Okay. I love you Sammy and that was kinda fun, but…” Irene trailed off, reaching up to pat Sam’s shoulder. “Get off me. I smell like my piss and your cum and… and I need a shower. So bad. Everything is pretty sore, as well.”
Pulling out of Irene, Sam leaned back, trying to collect his thoughts.
Irene let her leg fall down, sighed, groaned, and then got to her feet.
Urine and seed dribbled down from her legs and thighs.
Walking like a baby deer, Irene managed to hobble off toward the shower.
“Uh… what… happened?” Sam asked. He had a fragmented memory of events.
“You fucked me to death nine times,” she called, opening the shower door. “Nine times, Sam. Nine times. You literally fucked me for around six hours. You had Aster for two and poor Abigail for one. We couldn’t pry you off her till she literally passed out. Aster practically shoved herself between you two.”
The sound of the shower turning on was followed by the shower door shutting.
“Oh, that feels so good. My poor pussy. It’s raw. Like ground beef,” Irene complained, followed by a groan. “Even if it did feel good at the time.”
Looking at Aster and Abigail, Sam saw they were still unconscious and filthy.
“We’re… okay?” Sam asked.
“Yeah, we’re okay,” Irene said, her voice partially distorted by the shower. “Jena won. Then she came storming around to see what happened. She didn’t notice us, as far as I could tell. The radiation finally got bad enough that we could get out. It was so bad that we’re going to have to decontaminate your apartment and ourselves. We probably glow in the dark right now.
“You might want to get in the shower with me, by the way. You wouldn’t let me get up to go pee so… I did it on you. Consider yourself marked?”
