by Reed James
I would give anything to see the sky again.
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Thrak
I kept my heartbeat under control by breathing. I walked backward as much as forward, keeping an eye on the rear, searching for any green glow. Sophia's dagger shed pink light almost as bright as Faoril's magic light.
It was near. Stalking us. The hairs on my body stood up. I gripped my ax. It was made of the finest Valyan steel. Its edge was honed to razor sharpness. I could cleave through a man with a single swing. But would my ax have any effect on a creature that glowed green?
Were we dealing with a spirit or another type of undead? Would my ax be useless against its unliving essence
I grit my teeth. “Sophia.”
The party stopped. The acolyte turned to face me, her eyes reflecting the light of her dagger. It painted her face in pink hues. She seemed ethereal. “What?”
“You should enchant our weapons. Before this thing finds us. If it's not living, our weapons will be useless.”
“He's right,” Angela nodded from the front.
Spectral-green light burst across the stone wall beside Faoril. A moment later, a glowing mass of incorporeal flesh burst out. It was a huge appendage made of the grasping souls of dead dwarves. They were miners, dressed like the corpses we found littering the tunnels. Each of their arms reached out for Faoril.
She screamed as they touched her. Their green hands reached into her flesh. Faoril convulsed. The vial of cum in her hand slipped from her grip and bounced on the stone floor. Green surrounded her. The spirit ripped something out of her body.
Faoril fell limp to the ground. The spectral dwarves pulled what they stole from her body into their mass. My eyes widened in horror. A green, incorporeal Faoril was pulled into the appendage. Her face twisted in the same anger as the other dwarves. Her hands reached out for Chaun who ducked.
The monster stole the soul of my woman. I did not fight the rage. I could not fight the rage. The world became blood-red. I let out a raging bellow and slashed my ax at the incorporeal dwarves holding onto my woman.
I embraced the berserker rage and threw myself at the appendages bursting through the walls.
Chapter Fifty-Four: Dwarf Queen's Anger
Acolyte Sophia
“It's a wraith,” I shouted as I slashed my dagger at the reaching appendage. The pink light wreathing my blade flared and the grasping, dwarven hand flinched back. The tentacle undulated, harmed by my dagger.
Thrak's bellows echoed down the tunnel. He slashed his weapon ineffectually at the wraith's appendage of souls. It had consumed hundreds of creature's souls. The thing must be massive, spilling all throughout the mine. The reaching hands slid across stone, creating the dragging sound we had heard.
“What is this thing?” Xera asked, diving beneath an appendage. She slashed with her wooden knife but it did nothing.
“Here,” I said, tossing her my dagger. “you're better at fighting.”
Xera caught my enchanted blade in her other hand and slashed, driving back the tentacle going for Chaun. The bard let out a frightened yell, then barreled past me then Angela, racing down the tunnel and vanishing into the darkness.
I set my teeth. I knew he couldn't be trusted. His music might actually be helpful.
“What is a wraith?” Angela asked as she moved to me.
I unbelted my robe. I had to enchant her sword and shield if we were to have a chance of surviving. Xera couldn't hold the spirits back with just a knife, and Thrak would soon find his soul ripped from his body like Faoril had.
His rage would not protect him.
“It's a spirit killed by dark magic and filled with rage and regret,” I answered. “Every time it comes across a living creature, it steals the creature's soul and traps it. The soul become grasping extensions of the wraith, searching for more souls to consume and make it stronger. If we can find the core, the original soul, I can exorcise it.”
“Okay,” Angela nodded. “What about Faoril?”
“Her body is still alive. She's just...without any will. If we kill the creature, her soul should return to her body. She should live for a few hours without her soul.”
Angela nodded.
I reached into my robe and rubbed my nipple. My milk flowed, coating my fingers. I reached out and smeared the milk across her shield and prayed, “Saphique, the Virgin Goddess that loves all women, bless this shield so it may protect its bearer. Let this shield shine bright, a beacon to defend all women.”
Pink light flared across her shield. Angela lunged forward, battering back a reaching appendage of dwarven souls. The ground rumbled as the wraith screamed in pain, the trapped souls howling in agony. Holy magic was anathema to it.
I wetted my nipple again and rubbed my breast milk on Angela's sword.
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Knight-Errant Angela
My sword and shield blazed with Saphique's power. The virgin goddess protected me and Xera. I slashed forward with my sword, cutting through the appendages. Dwarven spirits burst from where I struck and fled in all directions, freed from the wraith.
But more appendages kept coming. Hundreds of dwarves must have been killed by the wraith. The walls glowed green moments before the spirits burst through them. Xera wielded her wooden dagger, now enchanted like my blade, and Sophia had her own dagger back. The pair fought back to back, keeping the tentacles at bay while I slashed my blade.
Thrak raged at the end of the hallway, fighting over Faoril's limp body. His ax kept passing through the appendages. The orc's rage kept him moving and dodging. He avoided the reaching appendages and escaped having his soul stolen.
But his attacks did little. Lost to the berserker madness, Sophia could not safely enchant his blade.
“To your right, Angela,” Sophia called out.
I pivoted and raised my shield. The dwarven spirits crashed into the pink light. Several burst free and vanished, now free to head to the Astral Realm and experience their eternity in the next life. Their bodies had long since died. I pushed forward with my shield and swiped.
The appendage retreated into the stone.
“Where is the core at, Sophia?” Xera asked. The elf studied the wall. She lunged forward as a thin appendage made of only a few dwarves, reached out of the floor. She stabbed a dwarven spirit in the eye, driving it back.
“I have no idea,” Sophia answered, her voice shrill with fear.
“Can you cast a spell?” I asked, sweeping my sword to meet the wraith's next attack. “Like the one you used to find Faoril?”
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Chaun
Panic gripped me. I fled the spirits and raced into the darkness. I knew I shouldn't. I was supposed to help Angela. I couldn't get my reward if I let Angela die. I was a part of her quest. That was why Lady Delilah offered to reinstate me as a court bard in exchange for helping Angela.
The darkness swallowed me. I struck a wall, grunting and bouncing back. I turned right, dashing down another hallway. I was blind. This was so stupid. Why did I flee? I was safer with Angela. Sophia had her holy magic. She could fight an undead spirit.
And I had my music. I could have sung a song.
I forced myself to come to a stop. I looked around. I was in complete darkness. It had weight. It pressed down on me. I swallowed, my heart hammering. How did I get back to the others? Shouts echoed down the hallways. They came from every direction.
“Las's puss-filled cock,” I groaned. “You've really messed up this time, Chaun.”
The wall glowed green by me. Light spilled around me, illuminating the hallway. I jumped back as the spectral appendage reached out of the darkness for my flesh. I shuddered as a dwarf's squat hand almost seized me.
I sang. I let my instincts guide me, singing a song of peace and love. I sent calming music to the spirit. The appendage undulated. The dwarven spirits flinched and stared at me in confusion. Their mouths moved, but no sound came out.
More and more appendages spilled out around me. I st
ood at the eye of a swirling vortex of green souls, the dead dwarves listening to the music. Their bearded faces found a moment of calm. The rage that had twisted their souls fled. I sang louder, emboldened by the results.
I soon frowned as I sang. There was a feminine presence in the creature. While the rest of the souls swirling around me were male, the creature itself wasn't. My changeling instincts reacted to it. Forms danced through my mind of seven different dwarves.
This thing had loved in life. It yearned for those it had lost. My eyes widened. The spirit was consumed by its pain of loss. Hoping this wasn't the worst thing I could do, I assumed one of the seven forms.
My body grew shorter and wider. A long, thick beard sprouted and fell down my chest. My clothes grew tight in spots and loose in others as I assumed the squat, powerful build of a dwarf. My hands were calloused from years of hard work. I ripped off my clothes and kept singing, my voice now a deep baritone.
The spirit undulated and reacted. The green glow intensified from the largest mass. The spirits of the dwarves fell away to reveal a naked, female dwarf covered in necklaces and jewels, her lush body trembling as she stared at me.
“Nazketh,” the female dwarf said as she strode forward. She dragged one soul out of the rest. A human soul, dressed in mage's robes. He howled and gibbered as he was dragged along behind her. In Dwarvish, she spoke, “How? He killed you.”
“I am here to rescue you, my queen and wife,” I said, speaking in Dwarvish, the language rising out of that part of my soul that knew how to seduce the dwarven queen. “To free you from your torment, Kazodi.”
Kazodi...she was the dwarven queen that was lost when the kingdom fell.
Kazodi's spirit trembled before me. Her lush breasts heaved. “No, no, this is a trick.” Rage crossed her face. Her hand tightened on the mage's leg. The mage howled in pain. “Torvin killed you with his spell. He tricked me. His promises were all lies. You were right to mistrust him. But I was foolish. I listened to his lies as he pleasured me in my bower. I was consumed with lust and I lost you all.”
Tears fell from Kazodi's face.
I shifted forms and became another of her husbands. This one had a shorter beard, a dark-black instead of russet. Kazodi's eyes widened. Her legs buckled, and she fell upon her knees, reaching out with her free hand.
“Rezzar?”
“We are all here.” I became a third. Then a fourth. “We have come to rescue you, wife.”
Swallowing my fear, I stepped forward and knelt before Kazodi. I grasped her cheeks. Her flesh was cold to my grip. Her tears fell down her face. They brushed my fingers. Her hands reached out. I wanted to flinch, but I couldn't break this spell. She would take my soul if I showed any fear. I had to be her husbands.
“Baruk,” she sighed as she stroked my face. “My gentle Baruk. You complained the least when you had to perform your husbandly duties.”
Her hand slid through my beard to my muscular chest. She stroked my flesh, her hands moving lower and lower until her spectral hands wrapped about my cock. I swallowed, my heart thudding in my chest as the spirit stroked me. Life stirred in my cock despite her cold grip. I shuddered as she stroked the tip.
“Yes, it is you, my sweet Baruk.” She pushed me down onto my ass then I stretched out on my back, her hand stroking me faster. Around us, the tormented spirits howled and gnashed as their queen mounted me. She guided my cock to her pussy. “For centuries I have yearned for my husbands' strength. I tried to seize your souls, but I was too late. You were already gone.
“But now I have you.”
I swallowed. I did not like the sound of that.
Queen Kazodi impaled herself on my cock. I groaned as her flesh engulfed my cock. Through her ethereal body, I could see my cock surrounded by her translucent sheath. She rose up and down, her hips undulating, her breasts bouncing before her.
“Don't be shy. You can touch my breasts. I know you like them.” She leaned over me, her tits jiggling as she rocked on my cock. My dick ached in her cold flesh. She was wet and tight. She clenched and relaxed as she worked her hips. “Grab them, Baruk. Love my breasts.”
I did. I squeezed her pillowy mounds, brushing the cold gold and jewels that adorned her flesh. She shuddered as I rubbed her nipples. Her pussy clenched down on my cock. She fucked me faster, sliding her tight cunt up and down my shaft.
“My queen,” I grunted.
“Mmm, you can't deny your pleasure when you're in me,” she groaned. “You would think fucking me was a great chore, but when I wrap my cunt about your dick, you forget all your objections to sex and love me.”
I squeezed her tits. “Yes, yes. You're so tight, my queen.”
“Centuries without cock. Oh, yes. So horny. But now I have my husbands back. I will never let you go. You shall keep me fed with cocks. We shall love each other for eternity.” She reached her hands down and pressed into my chest, seizing my soul. “You shall be mine.”
My cock erupted into her sheath as pain exploded through me.
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Acolyte Sophia
“That way,” I said, my body spinning around. My fingers, wet with my cunt, were enchanted to guide me to the core of the wraith.
Angela swung her sword, cutting a path for us. We left behind the raging Thrak. He was on his own. There was no way we could talk to him. He was lost to his anger. Angela's strikes freed green, spectral souls. I shuddered as the freed souls washed through my body on their flight to freedom, half-afraid they would grasp my soul and carry me into death with them.
The light from Angela's sword and shield lit the way. My finger kept pointing in same direction. We reached the end of the corridor and went right. In the distance, green spirits writhed in a circle. A woman's moans echoed.
“That sounds like sex,” Angela whispered.
“You shall be mine!” a woman moaned, her voice throaty and orgasmic.
Then a man's voice answered, the deep baritone of a dwarf crying out in pleasure.
Angela reached the edge of the whirling spirits. She slashed her sword, cutting a hole in the spectral tornado. The newly freed dwarves shone with happiness before they vanished. Inside, a living dwarf lay prostrate, a spectral dwarf queen riding him, her hand buried in his chest.
“Angela,” grunted the dwarf.
“Chaun?” she gasped in shock.
“You're fucking the spirit,” I gasped at the changeling then shook my head.
“Who are you?” the spirit demanded as I leaped into her barrier behind Angela. “He is mine. I will not give up my husbands.”
I bared my robes, my tits lactating. “Saphique, anoint my breast milk with your blessed touch. Let it drive away evil spirits and return them to their place of rest.”
“Who are you humans?” demanded the dwarf queen. She rose, cum dripping out of her pussy. Her large tits heaved.
I said the first words that popped into my head. “A gift, noble queen,” I said while proffering my small breasts. I hoped dwarven women were as horny as they were reported to be. Queen Barzidi was. “The divine taste of human breast milk for you.”
The dwarf queen's eyes flitted to my breasts. My pink nipples leaked milk that dribbled down my body. I sucked in deep breaths. Around us, the dwarven spirits swirled. Angela stood behind me, her sword and shield raised, ready to defend me.
I circled my nipples. “Don't you want this delicious, wicked treat, your Majesty? A delight that no dwarf woman has ever experienced.”
“A new delight,” she purred, her hips undulating. “The last human that offered me such ecstasy killed my husbands!”
The spirit of a human mage screamed in pain behind her. The malevolence of the dwarf queen rolled over me. I shuddered, fear quaking through me. If I didn't exorcise the wraith, we would all have our souls stolen and tormented for eternity.
“Noble queen,” I smiled, staying calm. “I am no mage, but a priestess of the virgin goddess. Saphique herself has sent me with this delicious treat. You will have
never experienced it's decadent delight. Then I shall pleasure you. All know the priestesses of Saphique can please a woman in ways no man can.”
Her nipples hardened. Her thighs pressed together. “Such sweet delights you offer, priestess.”
I opened my arms to her, my stomach trembling. All she had to do was thrust her arm into my body and steal my soul. Then I would be tormented forever. But it was the only way to save Faoril and let all these dwarves find rest in the Astral Realm.
Her hands seized my tits. They were cold yet arousing. My pussy clenched as her beautiful face came nearer. She was gorgeous, short and curvy, perfectly proportioned for her size. I bent over so she could latch on. My nipple tingled.
I hugged the spirit as she suckled. My milk squirted into her hungry mouth. A pink glow suffused the spirit. She suckled again, drinking down my enchanted milk. Her spirit didn't fight the exorcism, but embraced it, suckling faster. She didn't want to stay in this world with her anger and torment.
“Saphique, drive out this evil spirit. Free her from her shackles and let her find rest in the Astral Realm.”
My breast milk flowed. My pussy clenched. The dwarf spirit grew warmer and warmer as she drank my breast milk. Her hands tightened on my tits. The swirl of green spirits around us became suffused with the same pink glow. They broke free, smiling behind their bearded faces as they slipped into the Astral Realm.
Faoril's soul appeared. She smiled as she sped past me, her spectral fingers touching my face before she vanished, racing to her body. Or, I hoped she was.
I shuddered as the dwarf suckled her last mouthful of my breast milk. The pink glow blinded me. I closed my eyes and shuddered as a rippling orgasm burst through me. I groaned; for a single moment, I was suffused with the dwarf's gratitude.
Then she vanished, freed at last.
“Thank the gods,” Chaun groaned, his body flowing from squat, bearded dwarf to midnight-black changeling. “You saved me.”
