No Demons But Us

by A. S. Etaski

  Fuuuck.

  Jaunda also enjoyed testing me. Again and again.

  I held perfectly still, tried not to make it obvious I was holding my breath as my Lead lifted her dagger, barely touching the tip of her blade between my netherlips, watching me with that familiar intensity. The whisper-light prod didn’t hurt or cut; at worse, it felt like an incomplete itch. I focused on controlling my breathing because I had to breathe; I held still, waiting.

  I felt the flat of the cool, black glass press to one side of my cunt, and then the other as if it were a blind thing trying to find its way inside. The very tip tickled as it was dragged so lightly over my naked netherlips to barely touch my clitoris before moving to ruffle and reverse the lay of my white mound hair. I couldn’t prevent a shiver or the tiny bumps rising on my ass and thighs. It had been a while since she’d done this.

  I whispered, “No demons but us.”

  “What was that?” my Lead asked. Her arm and wrist were always in control of her weapon, no matter what it was.

  “No demons but us,” I repeated louder.

  “Mmm.” She was pleased. “Damned right.”

  Jaunda pressed the flat of the blade to my thigh as she leaned down and suckled my slit. I sucked in a breath, enjoying those moments while I could before she straightened up and tugged on my patch of curls. I felt the air on my damp skin, a hot hole already wishing for her cock. Instead, I watched her pull pinches of white fur up away from my skin. Jaunda made small, sharp cuts, carefully trimming my hair with her blade.

  She liked it on the short side, and I had not been doing it myself while she’d been gone. When she was finished, the hairs would be short, straight, and laid flat, the shape pointing toward my slit like an arrow instructing, “Fuck here.”

  “Saw something I never thought I’d see this time out,” Jaunda murmured, her eyes gleaming as she groomed me to her standards.

  I blinked, brows rising with interest. I felt some strain holding my legs up and opened wide like this, but I could manage for a while. Sometimes she told me about some action from her missions, nothing secret, but it had always been after the sex.

  I wondered why she was bringing it up now?

  “This time out?” I repeated. “Where have you been?”

  “The Elders or the Prime didn’t say?”

  “Not in my hearing, Lead.”

  Jaunda grunted. The smooth leather of her red gloves tantalized me as much as her words had. She caressed and petted my mound, dragging her fingertips along my netherlips and brushing off some loose hairs from her blade-trimming. Ignoring her own hints, Jaunda stared at me like she hadn’t drunk water in whole cycles, and I was the river. The short, white hair atop her head was touched with dried mud. Removing her gloves to set them aside, Jaunda touched me slower than I would have anticipated, using my own moisture to trace along my slit and circle my nub.

  “Mmm,” I hummed.

  Then she slowly poked her slickened finger inside my hole, holding it there. Curling.

  “Oh…!”

  That felt good. Her white teeth showed in her dark face when she noticed my naked toes flex. “Nice to be home,” she said.

  Any response was stuck in my throat as Jaunda added a second finger and leaned over; she nipped at the skin of my thigh and covered my nub with her mouth again.

  “Goddess…Lead…!”

  Her fingers slipped out of me, and her thumb replaced her tongue on my clit, only so that probe could extend down to my purple pucker, swirling around and jabbing it. I gasped again, my netherhole clenching down by reflex. She chuckled.

  “S-so where did you go?”

  My hands still had a firm grip on my thighs while I braced myself on my elbows, and my legs remained straight and far apart.

  “Up.”

  She kissed my sex, inhaled the scent and sucked again, her hand still massaging between her own legs. She had never lavished attention on me quite like this before. That was my duty, to use my mouth so long and usually with her Feldeu lodged in my throat.

  “Up,” I repeated, expectant. “H-how far?”

  I knew there were many caverns, many sprawling passageways above Sivaraus and the Great Cavern; there were probably almost as many leading down, or out in each direction a Davrin could face. I had heard from my long-ago tutor that those pathways were always changing. Cave-ins created another dead-end or revealed a new shortcut to another level. Hot spots melted rock, pushing new rivers of magma, sometimes meeting water and cooling to form odd, sparkling tunnels. I had only been outside the city that one time so far; I could hardly imagine where my Lead had recently set her boots.

  Jaunda lifted her mouth, her lips glazed with my juices as she considered me. “First tell me how far up you think we can go.”

  My toes wiggled again, this time from nerves just thinking about it; still, she noticed, and it amused her.

  “Umm. Some say we can go so far as to leave the caves altogether. Where there’s no longer any stone above our heads, but vast…space.”

  Her eyes probably would have twinkled had there been any light whatsoever. “Got a name for that ‘space,’ novice?”

  “The Surface,” I said.

  A place so far away, so alien and difficult to imagine that most of the Nobles I knew merely didn’t spare the time. Not when there was plenty in Sivaraus to fill the turns.

  My Lead winked. “Good enough.”

  I swallowed, noticing the hard knot in my middle. “Did you go there? Just now?”

  Jaunda saw my legs tremble and tapped at them to indicate I could fold one over the other and turn over. I did, crawling to her pallet without being told, and my Lead seized my hips just as my knees moved off the bare floor and onto her sleep space.

  “Just like that,” she ordered, her voice husky as strong fingers massaged my bottom.

  I looked over my shoulder before she pried my buttocks apart with her thumbs and dove in, her tongue again tasting and exploring my asshole. I blurted a cry of pleasure, my sex swelling further, my tight ring spreading to her familiar, probing tongue, clutching at it without my conscious will. My cunt grew hotter when she slipped two fingers back inside.

  “G-Goddess, Lead,” I stuttered, forgetting the topic in her hungry exploration. I only knew she was going to fuck one or both holes and fuck them hard.

  I spread my knees a bit more, arched my back, making it clear I was willing. Jaunda chuckled deep in her throat as her tongue left my pucker damp and sensitive.

  “Kinda wonder how it mighta gone if the pale Elf had been as smart as you, Sirana.”

  ‘The pale Elf’? A… pale Elf?

  The lust haze cleared from my head as my heart surged, my wet sex squeezing around her fingers with shocked surprise. I was tempted to twist, to face her directly but she held me in place, gripping me by my slit, and I didn’t fight.

  Could she even talk about this? Should I say something? I didn’t want to dissuade anything she might say. I justified it thinking perhaps D’Shea had planned it this way, even instructed Jaunda to talk to me. I’d been explicitly made available to slake my Lead’s urges, after all.

  “What do you mean, p-pale?” I asked, my curious mind in direct battle with my body as her fingers moved inside me. “Argh…”

  She coaxed such arousal, I thought, making me respond that this must be a test. Why would Jaunda talk about something this sensitive in foreplay? Practically as foreplay.

  “I met a pale-skinned Elf,” she repeated, self-satisfied as she removed her hand from me and, at last, shed her cloak and belt, taking out her Feldeu and opening her leathers.

  My heart pounded as I waited, listening to her motions, keeping my legs open and ass presented to her. I struggled to sort out a clear painting in my mind. There were holes, so many vague spots. Our artwork around the Palace didn’t display anything of the Surface, nor any pale-skinned Elves. I’d never seen a merchant with any pale-skinned slaves to trade. I wor
ked to connect what she’d said a moment before I’d crawled onto her pallet.

  “Did you reach the Surface?” I asked again. “Is that where you’ve been?”

  “Yeah, we reached it.”

  My blood rushed in my ears at the pace of my heart, and I trembled, unable to imagine. “And that’s where you saw…it?”

  “Her.”

  My Lead donned her magic phallus, and I wondered if some of the odd scents and stains on her had been carried all the way back. Jaunda grunted happily as she inserted the bulb end into her twat and whispered the magical command. At the same time, she plunged one finger into my netherhole without warning, successfully distracting me from hearing the word as I yelped. Then she removed it, leaving my bung tingling, wondering what happened, and why there wasn’t more.

  Jaunda took my hips, shuffling up behind me, her blunt tool nudging at my slit. I rolled my hips to aid her, sucking in air as she mounted me, filling me in one stroke. She held still.

  “Mmm, fuck,” she sighed, testing a few draws of her cock, making me wait for the story. “Oh yeah, Sirana.”

  I could feel her leathers and the rough edges of her uniform against my naked skin as, slower than usual, she enjoyed my slit. She was taking her time. Not that I had a complaint, as I enjoyed her tool without struggling to catch my breath. My hole welcomed her, stayed wet, enjoyed every thrust, but the teasing about the Surface and the pale Elf had my thoughts batting away any distraction that could lead me to climax.

  “Wh-what did she look like?” I risked asking.

  Jaunda hummed, grasping my left shoulder for leverage and I took her cock under more force. “Tall, but still… weak. Thin. No combat skill. In torchlight, her skin was like the underside of a mushroom. Her hair was gold. She had green eyes, like Lelinahdara.”

  She grunted as my hole held tight around her.

  “Gold hair?” I asked. “Was she old? Like the Valsharess?”

  “Nah,” Jaunda gasped, reaching underneath me with both hands to cup my breasts. She pinched my nipples and forced that sound she liked. “Weird coloring, but I saw every bit of her. She wasn’t old.”

  “You saw… every bit?”

  “Stripped her naked. Made sure she had no weapons.”

  I wetted my lips, swallowed to do the same for my throat. I asked, “Did you fuck her?”

  “Damned right I did.” Jaunda sped up; the memory excited her. “She was comin’ into the underground. Our space. Bringing fucking Humans with her. Arrogant as shit. I warned her, that’s a bad idea.”

  Humans?

  Jaunda pulled out of my sopping cunt and aimed then for my pucker, as I’d fully expected. She pushed; I relaxed, bore down gently. My netherhole stretched easily now, sucking her Feldeu in, and the familiar friction made my vacated twat tingle. I moaned, unable to ask about the non-Elves as I braced to have my ass reamed.

  “Goddess, you’re such a slit,” she growled hotly, adding to her grip on my shoulder by reaching for the back of my head. Fisting my hair, she pulled my chin up as she buried herself deep in my ass. “You embrace this.”

  Out. Then in again.

  “Oh, yes,” I agreed, content that pleasing her was so easy on me. Nothing like it had been with my older sisters; I truly never thought I would get so wet for another female, much less being dominated by one. But that first time with Jaunda, when I’d begged her after she’d “won” me, had proven otherwise.

  It was the manner of domination, I thought. The desire in it; her reason to seek it with me. Somehow, it was opposite of what it had been at my House, the opposite of what the females at Court practiced, and even different from what Corpora Thena and her Red Sisters preferred. Jilrina, Thena, and the others all wanted fear; they wanted humiliation and to feel like the more significant, “better” female to the one underneath her.

  Jaunda wanted control but didn’t care about any of that other stuff. I knew she had tested my nerves at my House and was pleased I had held stubbornly to them. Later, she had encouraged me to become stronger, not weaker, by training in the Palace Guard. When I proved strong enough to join the Sisterhood, her pleasured enthusiasm to “welcome” me was undeniable, even if I had little say in where I’d take her tool. She wanted me because I was strong in her eyes. Not weak. When I submitted to her, it was to enjoy the moment. Both of us, if I only wanted it that way.

  To my surprise, there was room for my mind to absorb this new concept—to believe I could show the pleasure I felt. To risk a trust that she had no desire to hurt or injure me for her entertainment.

  The Sisterhood had shown me it was possible, and Jaunda had taught me well.

  I grunted as she lunged, my mind fogging and my asshole stretching, tightening around the repeated penetration. Her thrusts were fierce, yet she took her time. I gave in to my urge to reach between my legs, pressing the flats of my fingers on my mound. Desperately I hoped to rub out that building tension without interruption.

  “Sexy cait,” she whispered, releasing my hair and my shoulder to let my head droop in concentration. She leaned forward, holding my hips with both hands, and I rubbed harder as she spoke in my ear. “Enjoying my Feldeu that much, eh?”

  I managed a moan, a nod as I felt her withdraw and push inside me again.

  “Come on, then. Let me feel your shitter ripple, Sirana. Familiar by now, isn’t it?”

  My breath was ragged, my hips jerking once, trembling as I brought myself right to the edge.

  “Do it. Cum on me, Red Sister.”

  I gasped to hear that, the final shock to my overloaded nerves.

  “That’s it! Yeah!” Jaunda crowed. “Oh Goddess, cum on my rod. Gonna plug… your…tight…hole!”

  She pounded me a few times, and those thrusts pushed me over the edge. I climaxed, crying out in the darkness of her room. A string of growling curses tumbled from my Lead’s throat as she wallowed in her own pleasure, her favorite weapon sheathed to the hilt between my cheeks. Her scent was much stronger as she collapsed on my back, gasping, her sweat heavy and full of musk. She touched my back and flanks, appreciatively mauling the swell of my haunches with her phallus at rest inside my body.

  It took us both time to come down, for her to pull out of my sore and satisfied netherhole, more gently than she had to. While she began to clean up, I remained on elbows and knees, aware of my raw, gaping pucker slowly closing, twitching, but my mind cleared much sooner than the afterglow.

  “The pale Elf,” I panted. “And the Humans. Coming underground.”

  “Yeah?” she responded, having removed her Feldeu to clean it and her crotch using the wash bowl sitting on a storage block.

  I rolled my hips to settle onto my side on her pallet. “You came upon them underground?”

  “Uh-uh,” she denied. “First saw them on the Surface, my team and me. We watched them, followed them a while. Weren’t gonna attack if they didn’t notice us and passed by our hideout.”

  My brows lifted with my interest. “Not attack? Why not?”

  Jaunda finally stripped out of her grungy uniform complete to the skin, dumping the Feldeu water down the drain in her floor before refilling it from a pitcher. “Humans don’t know we exist. Orders are, we keep it that way. They live too short to remember much from one generation to the next, anyway.”

  I frowned. “How short?”

  “Fifty turns.” Jaunda shrugged. “A hundred if they’re really lucky.”

  I stared at her. Fifty turns weren’t even full-grown for a Davrin. I was almost one hundred, not quite, and considered old enough to know how to fuck and fight but that was about it. My Lead glanced my way, saw my expression, and grinned as she dipped a cloth to begin scrubbing herself down.

  “Yeah. That was my first reaction, too.”

  “You’ve seen Humans before this mission?”

  Jaunda nodded. “Talked with ‘em, even. In disguise.”

  My stomach tensed with excitement as I thought of doi
ng that. “In disguise. You know their language?”

  “One of them. The one they use for trading like we use with some of the caravans down here. Downside to the short lives, their words change fast, and they make new ones constantly. Every time I’ve gone topside, it takes time to tune my ear again.”

  I withheld my gasp so as not to sound like a flighty, bubble-headed male. “How many times have you gone up, Lead? Over how long?”

  Jaunda chuckled, abandoning a few stubborn, greasy marks on her feet—as if she had been walking around barefoot at some point spans ago—and picked up the water bowl, coming over to lie down next to me. Her feet were pointed at me, and she held out the rough cloth to me. I got the hint, taking it and dipping it to take up the cleaning in exchange for the answers to my curious questions.

  “Five,” she said. “Over the last two centuries. This was the first time Elder Rausery didn’t lead it. She put me in charge.”

  My eyes and ears felt huge as my perception of Elder Rausery shifted, became more nuanced. She leads teams to go up, far up, and talk with Humans… Why in the Abyss would the Sisterhood be dividing our strength like that?

  Stupid question. There could only be one reason: the Valsharess wanted it that way.

  “Were you…looking for something specific,” I asked, “or just observing?”

  Another low chuckle. “Whether we were or not, novice, we found something.”

  A pale-skinned Elf. A blonde female stripped naked after entering the underground.

  Young, tall, and weak.

  I had no doubt it was someone’s order that my Lead talk to me, maybe to engage my “too curious” mind. This time, however, it wasn’t evident whether it was D’Shea or Rausery. I scrubbed diligently at Jaunda’s calloused feet, amazed they didn’t twitch or jerk the way mine would have under such treatment.

  “We don’t want Humans to know we exist,” I murmured, “and you watched the group travel without being seen until they went underground.”

  Jaunda nodded, her smirk receding, so she looked a little more serious. “They entered the same way we came out. The Humans took the lead in most things, but the Elf knew that passage was there. She didn’t find it by accident. We had our long-term supplies in there, and she found ‘em. I couldn’t let that go.”