No Demons But Us

by A. S. Etaski

  “This…is how you do them, wizard,” my soldier gasped, jarring me with every furious lunge, air forced out of me with each one.

  “She’s biding her time, grunt,” my invisible wizard replied sourly. “Sooner or later you have the let her get up. What’ll she do, then? What will you do?”

  “You think too much.”

  My fighter pulled out prematurely, just as Kerse, had and I grunted in displeasure. Then I felt him reposition his erection at my other hole and my eyes widened.

  The soldier replied, “Just make her too sore to run after you.”

  He pressed hard, dilating my back sphincter very quickly.

  Shit!

  I relaxed quickly to allow it rather than be damaged.

  “Oh, Goddess!!” I shrieked as he rushed to bury his meat inside me, stretching me tight around him. I couldn’t tell if it was a cry of pleasure or pain. “Excitable agony” came to mind. Still, I forced myself to refocus and relax the muscles of my pelvis again. I could handle this, and I would get mine in return.

  At least he was still slick.

  “Do it, ground-pounder!” I shouted at him. “Enough babble with the wizard! You weren’t made to talk!”

  He snarled, grabbed my hair fiercely and held my head to the floor, my right cheek pressed hard to the polished surface. He drew out part way and thrust back in between my buttocks, increasing his tempo. It didn’t take long for the nerves of my clutching ring to numb, then begin to heat up in a way that was actually pleasant. It was only then I could make convincing sounds of pleasure. I was partly acting, but then again, I already knew my will and mind were powerful; I would survive this with ease.

  “She’s not going to break that way,” the wizard commented as he watched the soldier plow into my backside, almost reading my mind.

  The thrusting slowed, hesitated, but didn’t stop entirely. He still wanted to climax even if the wizard revealed his purpose might be something else.

  “Keep going,” I whispered, panting. “Don’t stop.”

  The fighter’s fucking quickened again.

  “You’re doing exactly as she says.” This time the wizard was mocking.

  “Squat on a staff, scroll sniffer. Ungh. She’s taking this.”

  Over the grunting, I heard the mage blow out a breath in frustration. “Fine. Then roll her over, hold her on top of you. You’ll still get her ass, and I’ll show you how I do them.”

  I flushed with heat. I wasn’t sure if it was anger or excitement.

  The soldier must have been curious because, after a beat, he obeyed the wizard. With his cock still impaling me, he hooked his forearms at my underarms and locked his fingers together at the nape of my neck, clutching me tight to him and rolling both of us. It was in my best interest to move with him and make sure he didn’t slip out; reentry at this point wouldn’t be pleasant.

  I was layered in sweat where I’d been pressed to the glossy floor, and my skin broke out into pebble-skin as the air of the chamber washed over my front. I couldn’t do much with my arms, and at most I could kick at the invisible male.

  But I didn’t really want to kick at him; I kept my legs open, a mocking, challenging smirk touching my lips. “Think you can control yourself this time, wizard?”

  “I’m glad to hear you say that, Sirana,” the wizard said contemplatively, and I felt him touch my inner thighs gently with both hands. “Perhaps I should return the favor.”

  I was surprised; his tone was a lot different than when I’d been kneeling before him. He sounded as eager as I’d been with the fighter, and I knew he had caught on to how I had wanted to play the two against each other. If their mission were to “break” me through rutting misuse, they would have been doomed to fail as they strove to out-do each other.

  Now the wizard massaged my thighs and stroked my sex as if he knew what he was doing. I still couldn’t see him, not even a vague outline, but I could see the depressions his fingers caused on my flesh. I gasped when what had to be his entire mouth covered my slit, and he began to feast. Warm pleasure contrasting with the heat of my netherhole not only arose inside my abdomen, but I swore there was an external tingle of energy directly off his tongue as he stroked it over me, swirling and slapping at my most sensitive spot.

  I had been willing to wager my best sword that this bitter, angry, scholar could never show much enthusiasm for this particular chore, and therefore not even much skill. I quickly discovered I would have lost that bet. He had learned an extraordinary technique in his time, and if he pretended to enjoy doing it, he was as convincing as anyone at Court.

  Oh…Goddess…! I whimpered inside my head, writhing, unable to get away from either male as the stimulation grew ever more intense.

  “By Braqth, keep doing whatever you’re doing, wizard!” the soldier exclaimed as he held me immobile. “She’s clutching me hard! She likes it.”

  I did like it; very much, I did. One of the wizard’s fingers had slipped inside my sex to press on a similar pressure point inside my cunt, parallel to my stroking his nut gland through his ass. His other hand caressed and teased my crown of fur at the same time, the thumb rubbing in gentle circles, stretching and stimulating the folds of skin cradling my center of sensation. Meanwhile, his tingling mouth explored every point in between and around his hands. I could hardly keep track of each touch he made, inside and out; it varied smoothly and infinitely, and it almost felt like magic seeped into me, enhancing every moment. With the fighter’s prick up my ass at the same time, holding me open as it was?

  Oh, I am in trouble.

  I was going to peak, it was coming!

  Then he stopped.

  Shit, fuck, no!

  He began again, and I couldn’t keep from squirming, yet when the wizard lifted his mouth off me three separate times, barely preventing me from climaxing, I finally whimpered aloud.

  “Just ask me, Sirana,” the mage said softly, his breath a puff of hot air in the short, white hairs adorning my mound. He kissed my netherlips softly, and I flinched just as he had with me. “Ask for it. Beg for release.”

  I wondered if I might beg him to let me over the edge. It was so tempting; the lust was strong enough to make all else seem exceedingly small. No. I’d taken control from him at the start with my finger up his ass; I wouldn’t give it back to him so easily!

  The soldier got into the rhythm set by the wizard, following the other male’s lead, stroking his cock in and out as the other sucked and rubbed and caressed, and stopping when the scholar stopped. By the sixth aborted lead-up, the sixth time I was denied climax, a loud groan of frustrated disappointment slipped out of my mouth. They had ceased being in such a hurry to subjugate me; now they worked together, taking their time humiliating me instead.

  The wizard had intense focus; I could imagine him poring over scrolls and books for full marks on end. It was the fighter’s impatience that may be my only chance to ruin their plans. He was fascinated with these magic tricks so far, but he was the one who fully penetrated my backside. Sooner or later the tender eggs inside his sack would hurt fiercely from denial; he would pine for release right along with me.

  “Just ask, Sirana,” my fighter echoed his partner, and I sighed in relief when I heard that same quiver as before. He very well could break before I did.

  He has to.

  “However you will… to service me,” I murmured. “I can take… all the attention you’re…willing to give.”

  At least I hoped so. I floated in a near-altered state of mind, as when my sister would serve me a draught I didn’t know what it was. My tongue was heavy, and it took such effort to form words. It was pure practice that kept the same tremor from my words as my hated sister’s voice came back to me in that haze.

  You are so stubborn, Sirana. Just let go. Submit.

  The ninth time this wizard stopped me from coming, I heard him rise up over me then felt something scalding hot graze my thigh. His hands grabbed my leg
s to keep them open, and I felt his prick squeeze into my other available hole.

  “Ah!”

  The cry forced its way out my throat, my eyes widening from their half-lidded stupor. The wizard’s breath flowed across my breasts as he gripped my hips and thrust into my sex every bit as hard as the fighter had. At my first serious effort trying to get what I needed to climax, he withdrew and went back to eating me.

  Goddess damn it!!

  The wizard kept alternating. He would mouth and finger me for a while, then rise up and penetrate me, stroke in tandem with the fighter for several moments, and then withdraw to put his mouth and fingers back on me. He wasn’t letting me come, and I was hardly given time to catch my breath. I forced myself to think again, slowly wrenching my attention from between my legs. It was a monumental feat.

  “Know that if you bite me, the Elder’s punishment still applies.”

  The wizard had said that at the beginning. The Red Sisters were watching this. He claimed they were attempting to “break” me, yet the Elder Sorceress had told me to expect them. There were many actions they hadn’t done that might work faster. No threats to disfigure me, to blind me; they weren’t torturing me beyond a rough throat fuck and a rougher rear entry. No broken bones or cuts or severe bites.

  They were controlling my climax. The sex seemed the point, the very grounds for the game of control. Like with the Sathoet. Like at Court.

  There were rules to this game.

  My body went limp, exhausted. I leaned my head back against the soldier’s shoulder and let my legs and arms relax to the sides, breathing deeply and still feeling them drive into me with two cocks. My sudden passivity took some of the sustained tension out of me, but the stimulation was still there. If anything, the relaxation encouraged the blood to rush between my legs even more. However, the physical signals, the ones my magician had been using to control my reactions, were no longer there.

  “Giving up, Sirana?” said the scholar with a chuckle, thrusting harder, then slower. “Do you want us to stop?”

  He bit down on one of my nipples; I groaned and gasped, but didn’t resist. A groan was acceptable. It could mean anything, and the sounds pleased him. Yet, without the wriggling and straining I’d been doing which communicated everything to him, he began to thrust harder, urging more reaction out of my limp body. The fighter beneath me followed the mage’s lead, humping like a Sathoet finally being let off his leash.

  It was intense, and it was enough. Goddess! Finally enough!

  I remained unmoving until, at the last moment, I drew in a breath and cried out as long-delayed thrills racked my body. My fighter was taken off guard and couldn’t prevent falling over the edge himself; I could hear him grunt and feel his member throbbing as he spent himself in my bowels. The wizard cursed, feeling my spasms as I climaxed.

  “Augh, you slitty….! Goddess-damned cold fish!”

  Suddenly, I began laughing. I couldn’t stop. Shivering and quaking, I laughed at them. I won again!

  The wizard pulled out and slapped my mound with what had to be the flat of his hand. My slit still buzzed, so that was a shock and my whole body jumped as I blurted another scream.

  “Let go of her, grunt, now!” the magic user snapped, and his partner obeyed. “It’s my turn. She won’t be laughing as I surge off next!”

  I panicked at the tone of his voice, my afterglow souring as I made ready to resist with everything I had. The soldier withdrew from my ass, pushed me off him and gripped my arms hard to prevent me from scrambling away. The army grunt had gotten his; now he was at the wizard’s beck and call if it was fun helping in what he did to me.

  For an instant, it was Kaltra holding me down, and Jilrina standing over me. I imagined a sacrificial blade pulled from discarded robes, preparing to cut me, or stab me. I roared, struggling against the hold.

  No!

  I looked over my shoulder and paused.

  I…I can see him.

  It was not Jilrina. Or Kaltra.

  My wizard’s spell was wearing off. There was a vague outline of a nude, male Davrin, a bit shorter than me. With short hair. The chances were good that these males’ time with me was almost done. That was what I needed to know to hold myself together and accurately read what was happening in the candle chamber, not inside my youth’s memory.

  I could see hints of my wizard’s expression now, like smoke wisps rising off a snuffed candle. He had lost the game, he knew this, and he was frustrated but not murderous. He wasn’t going to kill me, and more, he felt no victory. He just wanted satisfaction of some sort.

  I couldn’t really blame him; I would want that, too. If he had been directed by a Red Sister to do as he did then anything in the goal of winning the challenge was, in theory, forgivable. With females, though, whatever was done after the game was over and won would never be forgotten.

  I did not fight or panic but instead allowed the fighter to roughly set me on my hands and knees. He pushed my shoulders down until my arms collapsed and he held my head down on the floor with the weight of his body, fisting my hair again. When the wizard kneeled behind me and gripped my haunches; between the two of them, I really couldn’t move. I felt my muscles flex protectively as I waited for further violation.

  I’d already learned that no amount of humiliation was worth dying or breaking. I could survive any position and always get revenge later.

  Just ask Jilrina.

  I winced as the wizard forced his long-sustained erection into my netherhole, not giving up without spurting where the warrior had gone. He pumped methodically, hard and seemingly without much pleasure. He made sure it hurt me, though I bit my cheek and refused to make a sound for him. I was sore but still elastic from the prolonged sodomy and slick from ejaculate the soldier had given me, not to mention tired from the crashing orgasm I’d had. I could endure this, even if I could open my eyes and see myself getting fucked in the polished floor by a wispy, semi-invisible form leaning over my haunches.

  Finally, the wizard grunted, pressing hard to me and adding his own seed to the mix in my ass. He did not linger before withdrawing quickly and standing up. The fighter released me, and at last, I scrambled to my feet, whirling around to scowl at them, both my face and my asshole burning.

  I stared hard, memorizing the soldier’s face and studying the outline of the slowly clarifying mage. The magic user took an involuntary step back, realizing then that I could look right at him. I grinned seeing that. The wizard was the smart one; he moved for the shadows immediately, followed by the fighter a few heartbeats later.

  The fighter was dead for sure. And I’d damned well look for that wizard.

  This time I didn’t hear the three Red Sisters approaching, but I expected them; it wasn’t as unnerving to turn around and find them there. For the first time, my collector was smiling, looking satisfied, and the face of the youngest was carefully neutral.

  I looked to the Elder, trying to read my fate in her eyes. As with Kerse, I’d played this game with the two Davrin males my way, yet I still didn’t really know what this eldest looked for when she studied me as she did.

  “Stand in the diamond one last time, Sirana,” the Sorceress said quietly. “Retake hold of your ankles.”

  I sighed to myself and obeyed. That sounded disappointed to me. I had no idea where I’d failed, or maybe there never had been a way not to fail.

  At least I had had a few good climaxes.

  I moved back to the diamond and bent over again, spreading my legs and holding my ankles in my hands. My twice-fucked orifices were tender and oozing semen, my sex engorged and sensitive, and just like the laughing, short-haired warrior in my rooms a decade ago, this was where the Elder Sorceress focused, with gentle, tactile exploration as she stood behind me.

  Her gloved fingers glided effortlessly across my sex now, plenty wet unlike before, before swirling them slowly around the swollen ring of muscle farther back. I sighed and relaxed; if she cho
se to penetrate me now, it would hurt, but I wasn’t about to refuse the eldest Red Sister in the chamber anything.

  I had a good understanding of power games despite my youth, and I knew where I stood among these females: precisely as I was, bent over and gripping my ankles in a secret chamber within the Palace, surrounded by assassins in the dark. I realized if she whipped my buttocks and ordered me to do so, I’d say without hesitation, “Yes, Mistress, may I please have another?”

  Pride is real enough for any Davrin, but it only takes me so far before it will get me killed.

  “How do you feel about your visitors, Sirana?” she asked, removing her exploratory hand. She did not penetrate me.

  I decided to be honest. “It was fun until the end. None of them gave up the game easily. The two Davrin were poor losers, though.”

  The eldest chuckled. “You determined quickly they wouldn’t do anything permanent to you. Did that spoil the intensity for you?”

  “Not at all, Elder Sister. Thank you for the gifts.”

  I think she nodded, but regardless she paused before speaking again. “So you’ve proven you will couple with a Sathoet, and you even figured out how to control him to an extent. Did it disgust you?”

  “No, Elder. I shall remember the coupling fondly.”

  She grunted softly. “You can also turn a dominant male situation to your advantage, even if temporarily.” Then she laughed, and I was surprised to discover that I liked the musical sound. “If they had been allowed to kill you, I believe the wizard probably would have strangled you himself!”

  Perhaps, perhaps not. A smile twitched at the corners of my mouth. “With all due respect, Elder, he would’ve had to prevent my hands from reaching him first.”

  Her voice took on a softer, more probing quality. “Yet they both force you to take their seed…here.” She pressed a shallow, teasing finger into my sore and throbbing orifice, and I winced. “Was that the ‘end’ where it was no longer ‘fun’?”