Elven Mage's Submissive Passion

by Reed James

  She smiled back at them.

  * * / *

  Dëshoma

  The Cleric quaffed her Strengthened Potion of Ëshuxeri's Love. The elixir surged through her, increasing her healing power. She tingled with it as she savored the battlefield. Frost burst from Maria while Marcus was reaching Priestess Pain.

  Dëshoma launched into Theological Litany as Marcus unleashed his Zeal. Flagellants rushed at him along with shambling corpses. He slammed his attack at the priestess who twisted out of the way, bleeding tits heaving.

  Six of the flagellants attacked Marcus. Their flails slammed down on his armor from every side. Dëshoma heard the impact of spiked leather straps striking metal plates and his shield. Ear-piercing scratches resounded through the cave.

  “Allow the positive energy,” she chanted, “to suffuse mine ally with healthy endurance!” Her HoT wreathed Marcus, restoring the damage he was already taking.

  Dëshoma shifted her attention to Maria, who had just killed a flagellant and rushed at two more. The Cleric would buff the Duelist next. As Dëshoma prayed, Twist burst out of her Vanish. Blood spurted from a flagellant she attacked from behind. He staggered, clutching at his bleeding neck. Crimson ran heavy down her body.

  Two more flagellants rushed at her now along with a group of zombies.

  Divine power engulfed Maria. Dëshoma chanted her next spell at Twist as she dodged and slashed. The Cleric would keep her party alive. The first Arcane Burst tore through the zombies around Marcus, damaging the flagellants he fought. Éjyona picked off more zombies staggering towards Dëshoma and Kulrigiizhai.

  The tear vibrated louder as Dëshoma's confidence swelled. After fighting together for all these levels, they knew their roles. Priestess Pain could not stand against them. She finished her prayer and blessed Twist.

  Then she monitored the Hit Points of her party members, ready to act.

  * * / *

  Twist

  Blood spurted from the Arterial Slash Twist unleashed the moment she broke her Vanish.

  She savored the blood spilling down the flagellant's shoulders and chest. He howled and swung his flail at her. The dragonborn's scaled body twisted to the side. Her large tits heaved in her bandoleer straps. Her sacrificial dagger plunged low and slammed into his stomach just below the ribs. She angled her attack up, her sinuous blade piercing his heart.

  With a gurgle, he fell dead.

  Twist hissed in delight as two more flagellants rushed at her while the slower zombies lumbered in their wake. Divine energy engulfed her. The tingle of the regenerative prayer rippled across her scaled flesh.

  “Embrace the ecstasy of pain!” the nearest flagellant hissed.

  “I'm no Kulri,” Twist said calmly. She activated her Brown Knee-High Boots and went invisible again.

  The flagellants stumbled and looked around as she padded silently on her heeled boots. She loved this, her forked tongue flicking out of her mouth. She moved behind the nearest, his shoulders broader than the first.

  She slashed with her dagger and left a spurting wound. Arterial Slash dealt a large chunk of damage as her invisibility broke, revealing her. The two flagellants whirled on her, blood pumping from the wounded.

  She dodged right, left. Flails hissed past her. She used her Copper Studded Leather Panties to give her faster attack speed and launched into Knife Flurry. Her upgraded attack slashed through the air and cut through the wounded flagellant. She leaped over his body at the third.

  His flail slammed into her side. Pain ripped through her flesh. The barbed spikes, shoved through the weapon's leather straps, tore at her. Twist hissed in pain, but she had Theological Litany wreathing her body. She regenerated as she attacked normally, her blade a blur as she sliced three times across his chest before he could swing his flail at her again.

  “Yes!” he exulted. His free hand smeared the blood pouring down his chest around his torso while his flail slashed out.

  She twisted, but not in time. It raked fire down her arm. She lunged in to attack him only for a zombie to grab her arm from the right. The dead human opened its mouth wide and bit hard, tearing into Twist's scales.

  “Rotten bastard!” she hissed.

  More zombies stumbled in behind it. She activated her Dragonbreath Boiled Leather Straps and exhaled a gout of fire. The flames burst from her mouth, roasting the zombie tearing at her flesh and engulfing seven more. They collapsed, smoking from the flames, hair burning on scalps.

  More undead lurched in from the other side. She dodged another grab only to run into the flagellant's blood-smeared hand. It planted right between her breasts. Pain seared. Her scales smoked, leaving behind a black print.

  “Cock-sucking bastard!” she snarled and swung her knife. Only it was a clumsy blow. He dodged around her while the pain blazed on her chest. She slashed again, but the debuff robbed her of her ability to hit.

  * * / *

  I had Zeal and Yell buffing my body along with Kulri's milk and Dëshoma's Litany of the Skies. A HoT ticked up my Hit Points.

  That was a good thing because the attacks came at me from every side. Six of the flagellants had me surrounded as I fought Priestess Pain. My armor rang with the impacts of their flails. I lifted my shield, blocking two swipes, as I swung a Hard Strike at the priestess.

  I struck her in the collarbone. Her scarred tits heaved. Any beauty her breasts once held had been swallowed up by the lines of scarification that crisscrossed her. Her nipples were missing, puckered, white circles in their place.

  Sick bitch laughed as I wrenched my ax through. She turned her head and licked at the blood flowing out of her. “The gift of Thūgiz!”

  “Pain sharpens the senses!” moaned the six flagellants. “The Gift of Thūgiz is the ecstasy of agony! The climax of torment.”

  “You fuckers better not climax on me!” I snarled and swung my ax in again. I struck her on the side even as her flail caught me in the face.

  Pain ripped across my cheek. She tore it free and blood poured hot down to my neck. My Hit Points dropped. Her bleeding DoT warred with my HoT. My HP went up and down wildly, fighting for equilibrium as I unleashed another Hard Strike on her.

  Blows raked into me as I buried my ax in her side. The flagellants' flails found my flesh. They tore in vulnerable parts of my armor, ripping down my Hit Points. A pure healing spell engulfed me, raising my health.

  Priestess Pain swung her flail and struck my exposed arm. She left bloody tears across my flesh. My blood dripped from her flail and spattered her tits. The wounds I had inflicted on her healed. She shuddered, joy in her eyes.

  “You bitch!” I spat.

  Arcane Burst exploded around me, engulfing the flagellants in what they craved. They all moaned as their flesh sizzled. God, if they jizzed on me, I would rip their dicks off and shove them down their throats.

  The zombies lurched toward me. To my left, the gem glowed louder. Despite the ritual being interrupted, it still built with power. That worried me.

  A Scattershot ripped through a horde of zombies while I hacked at Priestess Pain, raising my shield to block her riposte. I didn't want that cunt healing by stealing my blood from me. It left me vulnerable to the other enemies. The flagellants raked my back, their flails tearing through my arm in places.

  This wasn't working. I was taking too much damage from her adds. They would rip through my Hit Points faster than Dëshoma could heal me. Snarling in frustration, I pivoted and unleashed a Hard Strike on a broken-nosed fanatic.

  I struck him in the head and split his singed skull. He dropped twitching to the ground. I grinned at the burst of HP from hitting him. I spun and slammed my ax into the chest of another. His ribs cracked. He laughed and smeared his bloody hand at me, hitting my armor and smearing his life across me.

  Another Arcane Healing engulfed me as I drew back my ax. The teardrop gem flashed bright. The entire room shook for a moment. I winced against the glare. The gem's brilliance dropped down to a low glow.

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nbsp; The zombies who'd dropped, whether burned or frozen or ripped apart by Éjyona's Scattershot, rose. They stood up with mournful groans. One rose right by me. I pivoted and swung my ax, chopping deep into his body.

  He didn't drop. He should have. I did enough damage.

  Fuck,” I groaned as understanding rippled through me. They'd risen stronger.

  * * / *

  Kulrigiizhai

  Moments after the undead rose again, Kulrigiizhai finished casting another Arcane Blast. She dropped it on Marcus, busy slamming into the flagellants and Priestess Pain. The cultist leader struck Marcus and healed the damage she'd taken while the zombies engulfed in the spell didn't drop.

  Anger flared through Kulrigiizhai for a moment. She glared at the priestess and hated her vampiric attack. But she pushed that down and gazed at the zombies. She'd only dropped the one Marcus had hit before her spell went off.

  Why didn't they go down this time? the elf asked herself.

  Already, the gem was building with power and radiance again. Kulrigiizhai wanted to focus on that, but Twist snarled. She was swarmed with more undead. She dodged and slashed, her knife taking two strikes to fell an undead.

  She's fine, the elf decided. She focused on Priestess Pain and decided to take her out of the fight with her new spell. Kulrigiizhai gripped her staff and spoke the words to Arcane Chain. The magical incantation tumbled from her lips.

  Chains of purple energy sprang up around Priestess Pain. They yanked her arms to her side, the links squeezing about her scarred tits. She gasped and thrashed, legs bound together. She couldn't move or fight for the next few seconds.

  Thin the enemies around yourself, Marcus Aurelius, she thought as the next Arcane Burst spilled from her lips.

  * * / *

  Twist

  As the zombies rose again, Twist finished off her last flagellant.

  She hissed in annoyance and thrust her dagger into the nearest zombie. Her blade punched into his throat. Instead of killing it, though, it bit her arm. She snarled and jerked away in pain, a chunk of scaled flesh missing.

  She slashed with her dagger again and finished it off. She dodged another lunging at her and plunged her weapon into its bloated belly. She then slashed across its neck. It collapsed with a wheeze at her feet.

  It annoyed her that she needed two attacks to finish them off now. Good thing she fought faster. She slashed at the zombies lurching in at her from every side. They battered at her with fists. Mouths lunged at her to rip at her flesh. Some hit her as she cut through them, thinning the numbers trying to kill her.

  To Twist's right, a walking corpse seized its left arm and ripped at it. Flesh tore. A sickening pop echoed through the air. Then it swung its own limb as a club, ragged tendrils of sinew dangling from its bloodless socket. The arm crashed into Twist's head and threw her to the ground.

  The zombies swarmed in at her.

  * * / *

  Maria du Marne

  Maria fought the newly animated zombies.

  She parried with her dagger and dodged the flagellant's attack to run her rapier through the walking dead, laughing. With the potion pulsing through her, she felt invincible. Dëshoma's miracle healed the occasional hit she took as she dropped another of the living dead.

  “Maria!” Marcus bellowed. “Help Twist!”

  The Duelist's head snapped around. She spotted Twist on the ground surrounded by a horde of zombies. A gasp of fear for her companion rippled through Maria. She unleashed Fleet Foot, stabbing the flagellant she fought in the process of darting away. Her rapier slid through his chest and pierced his heart.

  She left his body behind and ducked a swipe from a zombie. A horde of the shambling dead lay between her and the fallen Thief. With a thought, Maria activated her nipple ring. Shadows wrapped up her body. She flowed through the undead. They swiped at her, battering hands and snapping jaws sought her flesh.

  When they found her half-insubstantial form, they dealt only half the damage they normally would. She flowed around them, a big grin on her lips as she raced for her friend in trouble. She stabbed as she ran, hitting zombies weakened by Éjyona's last Scattershot. She dropped two of them and then she was on Twist.

  “I'm here!” she shouted and thrust a rapier into a zombie's back.

  It whirled at her, swinging its limb as a club. She parried it with her dagger and then lunged in, skewering the undead with a clean thrust. She ripped out her blade and took the next enemy in the neck. The horde slathering to tear her apart turned.

  “Thankssss!” Twist hissed. She rose, healing magic from Dëshoma engulfing the dragonborn in brilliance. Wounds healed across her scaled flesh. She slashed with her dagger, tearing into an enemy's neck.

  “You're welcome!” Maria gasped and thrust again. Her sword took a zombie in the head. Beside her, a bullet crashed into another. It dropped.

  Éjyona covered them. Maria reached Twist's side. The zombies pressed in on them. They fought together, thrusting, stabbing. Her shadowy aura vanished. Pain flared from hits to her side and thighs. A zombie bit her arm, but she kept fighting.

  The teardrop gem glowed brighter.

  * * / *

  Dëshoma

  An explosion, fired from the halfling's gun, tore through the horde of zombies rushing towards Dëshoma and Kulrigiizhai. The burst of flames and shrapnel ripped the undead mob to pieces. All but one collapsed. Éjyona's next shot took it in the head.

  As she chanted her next healing spell, worry ate at Dëshoma. She had to constantly cast Arcane Healing to keep Marcus, Maria, and Twist alive. She blazed through her reservoir of MP at an alarming rate. She had no more potions left to restore her usage.

  At least the leader was still wrapped up in the chains, relieving some of the pressure on Marcus. He fought with his ax, his armor warding off blows that would have ripped through her thin robes. His ax cut down another flagellant. Arcane energy erupted around him, swallowing him in purple for a moment.

  Éjyona sniped a flagellant rushing after Maria and Twist. The bullet took him in the head. He dropped to the ground. Despite Dëshoma's worry, the battle seemed to be going well. The enemies were being thinned. Almost all the flagellants were dead.

  The gem burst with light.

  Dëshoma winced against it, groaning as all those zombies they'd killed staggered back to their feet, bodies still torn and battered. Several had ripped off their own left arms as clubs. They staggered to the nearest combatants.

  Even the dead flagellants stood up, reanimated.

  A mob surged around Marcus. Dëshoma launched into her next Arcane Healing, her stomach tense. How could they win when that gem kept bringing all their enemies back from the dead.? But what else could she do but pray?

  * * / *

  “Fuck!” I growled as the zombies, including the dead flagellants, rushed at me.

  Healing magic washed over me, restoring my Hit Points in time for the next surge of enemies to swarm in at me. Limbs swung as clubs rang against my shield and armor. I cursed and slashed a Hard Strike at another living flagellant.

  I killed him. How long until he was up and mobbing me?

  What I wouldn't give for some sort of AoE attack. A flurry. A whirlwind. Anything that could let me hit more than one target. Kulri's Arcane Burst detonated around me, sizzling the zombies, but it hardly seemed to bother them now.

  They had even more unholy energy powering their corpses.

  A hard blow struck my back. I staggered forward. A zombie bit my elbow. I knocked him back and swung my ax hard, hitting its neck. Like hitting hardwood. My ax didn't bite deep at all now. I cursed, my TP almost gone. I still had my MP. I'd been saving that for using Fortitude.

  Priestess Pain thrashed against her chains. She glared at me. How much longer would that hold? I just kept swinging, enduring the pain of bites and battering blows. I whittled through the zombies while the gem grew brighter and brighter. Maria and Twist fought back to back, almost hidden by the mob of the undead
around them. Their Hit Points dwindled. Dëshoma had no group heals. Only single targets.

  Not good for this sort of fight.

  Arcane Healing engulfed me. My health surged as I slammed my ax deep into another flagellant. He shuddered and fell to the ground. How much longer before he'd be back up and attacking me? A flail struck my back.

  “Goddamn, cock-sucking zombies!” I bellowed and cut its head off.

  Its arm smacked into my chest, denting my breastplate.

  “Thūgiz!” hissed Priestess Pain. “Yes! Glory in the pain. Revel in the agony!” She burst free of the purple chains. They fell around her body, littering the ground with fading links. She stared at me, a wild look in her eyes. She whipped her own tits. “In pain there is pleasure. There is the release of fleshly passions.”

  She tore the flail away, ripping herself bloody. She swung her weapon in an arc before her. The blood swept out in a tide of red, expanding before her and rushing right at me. It slithered past the enemies and struck me.

  It found every gap in my armor. Every weakness in my defense and struck my flesh beneath. Pain sizzled where the blood landed. I screamed as my Hit Points plummeted. A third of my life ripped from me. As I staggered, she rushed forward.

  The zombies surged with her, sensing my weakness. I was beneath a quarter of my total HP. A few hits, and I was done for. Their limbs swung. Priestess Pain's flail hurtled at me. I raised my shield and prayed for Dëshoma's healing.

  I'd need it to survive.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven: Dire Agony

  Dëshoma

  Panic washed through her as Marcus's pool of Hit Points dropped below a quarter. Zombies surged around him, batting at his shield while Priestess Pain, freed once more, lashed her flail at him. Her harem master and party leader hovered on the edge of death.

  She activated her Fluttering Purple Silk Skirt to deliver a touched spell via ranged.

  Healing Touch had no cast time. No prayer she had to chant. The divine blessing flowed through her instantly. It surged out across the space between them and engulfed Marcus in the power of her faith and love.