No Demons But Us

by A. S. Etaski

  I kept going.

  Her legs began to tremble as she pushed against the floor and held her tense, hard ass slightly off the mattress. Her head tilted back as she got closer to climax. I decided to take a risk and do to her as I had with the wizard. I lubed up the middle finger of my other hand between my own legs and slipped it between her buttocks, penetrating her ring, quick and with force, just as it seemed she was ready to orgasm.

  “Rraughh!” she roared, and she squirted.

  I was shocked when my chin and chest were drenched, a hot, clear spray that turned chilly too fast, but stayed with her. I could feel her body spasm around my fingers in her ass and cunt; I could smell the musk and feel the heat pressed to my face.

  “Fuck!” she gasped, coming down enough to speak.

  I removed all my fingers from her body as her backside touched the mattress again and straightened up. She stared down at me with bright but unreadable eyes as she caught her breath. I stared back and did not quail, remaining on my knees and in place. I did not even attempt to wipe the moisture from my lower face and chest—it was a vain effort without some sort of cloth, and maybe she wanted to see it. Admire her own efforts.

  When she didn’t say anything for several moments, I let a small smile show on my puffy lips. “Seemed like a good one, Elder.”

  One side of her mouth tugged upward, and she shrugged. “Hm. No wonder they all want a piece of you.”

  “Thank you for your training,” I replied. “It shall make me a rarer commodity.”

  She chuckled, leaning down to touch my own sex. I obediently opened wider for her, and her fingers slipped in to test its readiness. She soon withdrew and lifted her fingers just beneath her nose to take in the scent. “I’m sure it will. Stay where you are.”

  She stood up to retrieve something from a locked drawer in her desk, and I knew what it would be. Rausery strode lazily back over, handed me a cloth to wipe my face and chest. While I did so, she lifted one leg to insert her personal Feldeu into herself and whispered the magic word.

  As I’d seen with many others, the phallus glowed subtly, and the shape changed to conform perfectly with Rausery’s body, becoming part of her until she uttered the release word. She made a sound of pleasure and stroked her black member a few times as I finished wiping down before gesturing to me. “Stand up.”

  I did, not sure how she wanted it but eager to replace the memory of the Prime’s scorching Feldeu with something more pleasant. I was genuinely aroused by eating her, by her cumming so loudly and spraying on me like a bua might. My healed holes were receptive to this Elder.

  “Get my chair,” she instructed. “Set it out from the desk.”

  I looked behind me and saw the hefty fiberstalk chair with four legs but no arms. I had to lift it carefully to avoid pulling a muscle, carrying it over slowly and putting it down, too aware of my vulnerable toes.

  “Good.” Rausery moved to sit on that chair, getting comfortable and looking up at me with a half-smile. She looked down at her erection and back up again. “Well? You want to get off, too?”

  I hesitated. “You…want me to mount you?”

  No one with a Feldeu had invited me to do it this way. If Rausery had been a bua, I’d be taking control of her, fucking her like I was the dominant one. A laughable thought.

  “I know it’s one of your favorite positions with the young buas,” she said.

  I stared at her.

  “What?” she asked. “Am I wrong?”

  My voice betrayed my nervousness. “N-no, Elder, but I can go without. I don’t need—”

  “Ohhhh no, you don’t.” She shook her head, her dark red eyes gleaming and her teeth showing like a playful predator. “Get on my lap and get this thing up your twat now. Fuck me, recruit.”

  Damn it.

  With the chances of offending a powerful female rising, I moved to obey, placing my feet wide apart on either side of Rausery’s thighs, hovering over her lap and her Feldeu. For the first time in my life, I didn’t feel in control while I voluntarily straddled a cock from above. I held one of her shoulders as I reached between us to aim her erection at my slit, then I slowly squatted down on it. Rausery sucked in a slow breath as my sheath engulfed her rod.

  Oh, Goddess, yes…

  This felt good. So familiar. I hadn’t done it this way since before Qivni escorted me off the balcony.

  Or since I claimed that beautiful Consort.

  I lifted back up, using my thighs with both hands on her strong shoulders, and lowered myself back down. She hissed in pleasure again and reached around to squeeze my buttocks.

  “Come on,” she growled in an odd mix of delight and irritation, “show me how you fuck a cock.”

  My face was hot. My first strokes must’ve seemed meek because my Elder opened her eyes and scowled at me.

  “I’ve already seen how you take a cock, Sirana. You’ll do fine if you’re ever on the Surface. Now show me how you fuck one.”

  I felt a white-hot flash of shock go through me at her words, and my mouth dropped open. Would I be going to the Surface at some point? Had she ever been—?

  Rausery parted my cheeks and filled my other hole just as I’d done hers, and I jumped. Then she leaned forward and claimed my open mouth in a hard, wet kiss, thrusting the Feldeu into me as she kept her finger in my netherhole. Whatever just happened, my arousal surged.

  I groaned against her mouth before catching a rhythm of my own, burying my nose in her neck as I did buas, and she let me. She smelled like she never wore any perfume or delicate scent; she bathed with water, but her scent was pure earth and musk. She removed her finger from me and kept her arms loosely around my waist while I used her shoulders for leverage to fuck her cock harder and harder.

  Oh, Braqth, it felt so good; I was in control enough to let loose. My partner beneath me was neither limp-fish nor tooth-and-nail fighting, and the shared heat kept the wetness on our skin from cooling.

  “Oh, yeah!” I ground out, climbing quickly as I worked her like a hard and ready bua.

  I was going to come soon, and my cries grew louder than Rausery had been; they grew higher and higher in pitch. She used those cries to gauge just when she should thrust her finger back inside my puckered ring, returning the favor. When she did, something huge exploded in my head, and I screamed in delight. My body clenched hard and I uttered successive, breathy groans as I came back down, immense stress bleeding out of me until I lay lax and gasping against her, my head resting on her shoulder. I realized I had my arms around Rausery’s shoulders and our breasts were pressed together.

  And her arms were around me.

  Shit. Too casual.

  I straightened up, still sitting on her lap with the Feldeu inside me, and removed my arms, laying my palms on my thighs. I saw her grinning face. She was panting.

  “So, was I anyone in particular?” she asked, white eyebrow quirking.

  I shook my head, understanding what she asked and having no energy to pretend otherwise. “No…no. A blend of several.”

  She nodded. “Looked like fun. You lost yourself in it, didn’t even notice when I came again, right?”

  My face stayed hot. “Uhm. Correct, Elder.”

  “If I were a bua, you’d have my cream bubbling in your womb now. You risk catching.”

  Since we are on the topic.

  “If? Will I… ever have anyone outside the Sisterhood? Elder D’Shea said, going forward—”

  “Yep, you will. Just don’t know when.”

  She patted my ass to encourage me off her. Her firm, black phallus glistened after I drew my body off and lifted one leg to dismount.

  “But if you get stupid,” the Elder added, “and get yourself pregnant in your first decade, I’ll send you to the Sanctuary with your backside so tender, you can’t sit down. Get on the bed now. Time to rest.”

  She stood up, and I wiped down again as she took care of her toy. I might have been drows
y a moment ago, but now my mind was wide awake, hurling toward the Priestesses again.

  Send me to the Sanctuary if I catch?

  “What do you mean?” I asked. I knew I sounded scared.

  Elder Rausery frowned but said nothing as she joined me on the pallet, laying the blanket over both of us. She propped herself on her elbow, and I felt small compared to her. “D’Shea didn’t tell you?”

  “She only forbid sex outside the Sisterhood, until she said otherwise.”

  “Helpful.” Rausery exhaled. “Red Sisters who catch on duty can’t purge the unborn, or if they do and are caught, the punishment is execution on the altar or becoming a Dread Spider. Per the Valsharess, our Red Sisters are to be sent to the Sanctuary to have the baby. The Priestesses keep it, and the Sister is sent back to us for retraining, if possible. It’s the one, unyielding power the Priesthood has over the Sisterhood.”

  I clutched the blanket hard, my eyes wide as I listened. The Elder was smirking.

  “You never had to worry about it before,” she stated. “You do, now.”

  Just imagining it horrified me. I may not have paid as much attention before, but I knew a pregnancy took two full turns to complete. Twenty-four quad-spans—one for every Noble House we had named—and I couldn’t even think how many spans that was.

  That whole time, trapped in the Sanctuary with the Priestesses, away from the Sisters?

  “Th-the Priestess made me fertile again on purpose?”

  Rausery nodded. “One of the things that had to be ‘fixed’ about you before we could accept you.”

  “I-Is it required to have a baby? For service?”

  “No. We’ve gone two centuries now without losing a Sister to them, thanks to some internal rules of our own. Some like Jaunda simply don’t play with bua cocks inside her at all. Never a risk.”

  Instant dismay. I already knew I couldn’t be like Jaunda. Not that way.

  Even if it was probably smarter.

  “I-I don’t know how catching really works, Elder,” I admitted. “I don’t know how to be sure, aside from abstaining.”

  Rausery quirked an eyebrow at me; she wasn’t impressed, but she shrugged. “I get why, after what your sister did to you. More pressing matters now, but I’ll make sure you get some tutoring. For now, rest. Then we focus on the Worship Ball.”

  Elder D’Shea sent Lead Qivni back to Elder Rausery as it approached the end of the next cycle, signaling that it was time to trade back again. I was almost glad; I had a cracking headache from everything which had been thrown at me, and I was regularly tamping down panic at the thought of not being ready and embarrassing the Sisterhood in front of the Priesthood and the Nobility.

  Too late to worry now. We’ve done what we can. Sink or swim.

  “Here,” Rausery instructed, handing me a small stone colored dark green with veins of red. “Give this to your Elder. You can head back now.”

  I took the stone, bowed of my head, and wordlessly left by myself. I didn’t acknowledge the look Qivni had given me as she studied the borrowed, red uniform and shook her head. My mind still whirled, visualizing things I could do differently, would need to do differently. I crossed the Cloister, reaching D’Shea’s quarters where I knocked and waited to be bid enter.

  I observed my superior’s face as she first saw me. She was at her desk, dressed in her lovely robes again with a crystal glass containing a faint green liquid, and seemed to have been writing something. She granted me raised brows and a slowly growing smile.

  “Mm. You do the uniform justice, Sirana.”

  A surprised rush of heat passed through me. “Thank you, Elder.”

  “I expect you have much to tell me.”

  “Yes. Elder Rausery gave me strict instruction, and I am ready for the Ball, Elder. I shan’t embarrass you.”

  She nodded. “I believe you, novice. Is that how you spent all of your time with her?”

  “No, Elder.”

  She waited. I chose my words.

  “Did you expect the Prime to be interested in whatever Elder Rausery was doing with me?” I asked.

  The Sorceress raised a graceful eyebrow but smiled. “Eventual and inevitable, perhaps. The Prime has patterns, but I don’t track her whereabouts or moods at all times. Why? Did she show interest in you?”

  I narrowed my eyes a little. “You didn’t hear anything, Elder? Weren’t curious at all, just turned a blind eye?”

  “I was busy with Rausery’s three teams,” she said coolly with warning. “You brought it up, novice. Explain it to me.”

  “We met the Prime after Elder Rausery took me on an exhausting run,” I reported. “She was pleased you had turned over Jaunda to Rausery for wherever she went, but she wasn’t happy Rausery was filling her time with just me. She didn’t like the idea of me wearing red at the Worship Ball. She demanded that I spar with other Sisters first, and Rausery signed to me that it had to be ‘entertaining.’”

  Elder D’Shea smiled. “Indeed. Who did you fight?”

  “Sisters Panagan and Moria.”

  “Is that who she asked for?”

  “No, Elder. She wanted Corpora Thena.”

  “Predictable.” D’Shea smirked with satisfaction.

  Manipulative cunt, the Prime said.

  I said now, “I think both she and Rausery realized what you’d done to protect me from Thena this time.”

  A graceful shrug of her shoulders. “Not my goal, but a side effect. The Prime is satisfied with what I’ve accomplished while Elder Rausery tutored you, that is all you need to know.”

  A sudden bloom of anger rose in my gut, but I was wary of letting it show. “Panagan and Moria were disappointing, I think. The Prime decided to test me herself after Elder Rausery provided some instruction.”

  D’Shea’s dark red eyes focused on me for a few intense flicks. “Hm. And you stand before me right now, wearing red. You must have bent, and Elder Rausery helped you afterward.”

  I swallowed. She pinned it. “She did, Elder. She said I impressed her.”

  Elder D’Shea gave me that proud smile of before. “I am glad she sees it now, as I do.”

  The anger cooled somewhat. “She thinks the Prime lost interest in me.”

  “I trust Rausery’s judgment in that.”

  I felt relief; I hoped both Elders were right. Fiddling with a pouch at my new belt, I said, “She gave me a bloodstone to give to you, Elder. I apologize for not mentioning it sooner.”

  The Sorceress chuckled softly and nodded, holding out her hand as I stepped forward to put it in her naked palm. She set it down on the desk without studying it; she focused on me. “Did Rausery seem interested in you, Sirana? Where the Prime was not.”

  I recalled my coupling in the chair with the warrior Elder. Offering to serve her with my mouth. Sharing the same sluicer to get clean. The free and even tone of her voice, encouraging me. Telling me stuff I needed to know to survive.

  “I…seemed to amuse her, Elder D’Shea.”

  D’Shea could tell my words didn’t match my tone. “Is that a yes? She likes you?”

  “Yes, Elder.” I felt some heat come to my face for reasons I didn’t fathom. “But I would never expect it to grant me any special favors.”

  “Of course not. But if I loaned you to her from time-to-time, would you resent it?”

  The conversation, such as it was, seemed to be speeding up. I was still trying to determine how likely it was that D’Shea might have orchestrated some of this or all of it? Did she know enough of Rausery and of me to predict the outcome of the last two cycles? Or was she just taking advantage of an opportunity?

  “Ah. No, Elder, I wouldn’t be opposed.”

  She kept staring at me. I was not stupid.

  “I take it you would have goals for me other than serving her, Elder. You are still my superior, your orders supersede hers.”

  Her smile really was one of the more beautiful ones when s
he chose to use it. “I enjoy that you can keep up in our conversations, Sirana.”

  It didn’t feel like it. And since when was this a “conversation,” not a report or even an interrogation?

  “Rausery might think that I’m spying on her for you,” I ventured. “She’s not thick.”

  D’Shea nodded. “Of course. We both expect it when we swap teams.” She tapped a few delicate fingers against her glass before taking a sip. “It’s one way we get caught up.”

  Before I had a chance to follow her thought, she added, “You are dismissed. Find Gaelan, she has your next duty. Take your Reverie, and within eight marks, you both head to the Palace.”

  CHAPTER 10

  I had not chosen my own barracks room yet even as there were some available. Nothing except a physical lock kept the door closed, and I’d been too tired and lacking in skills to innovate something new. The magic locks were for those with rank or magic of their own, while the rest were trained in a bit of trap-setting, and Gaelan knew a bit of both. I was still learning from her, and I even preferred resting with either her or Jaunda, if the timing worked out. This was a change from my House when I’d never closed my eyes in the same room with another female. Not even my Mother.

  This time our Reverie allowance coincided by order of our Elder, and Gaelan and I each stripped, wiped down, and lay upon the same pallet. My eyes drooped immediately, and Gaelan watched me with a small smile. She asked me a few test questions about the Worship Ball, and I was able to mumble an answer or two, which seemed to satisfy her, and then I slipped away from consciousness.

  This Reverie was one of the deepest I’d known. In it, I saw the tawny paleness of the Valsharess’s eyes hovering above me. I didn’t see a face or an expression, just the eyes, and the glassy focus soon drifted from me, forgetting me as Her gaze was drawn to the left. I followed the general direction just as the Queen’s Eyes disintegrated in a haze.