Treasure Revealed

by A. S. Etaski

  Now it felt very different, even though it was the same bed.

  I watched D’Shea open her robe while facing away from me, revealing her shoulders and her back, the fine in-curve of her waist and the swell of her hips. Her bare arms lifted with hypnotic grace as she hung the robe back in its place on the wall by the tub. I glimpsed the scar again which crossed her spine high on her back before she turned around, and I saw the two on her front as well. One just beneath her left breast and the other near her womb on the right side. I still didn’t know why she was scarred at all, but at least understood that, according to Rausery, the scars might be recent and D’Shea had never attempted to erase them.

  Unfathomable for a powerful Sorceress.

  Or they might be…

  Perhaps from Priestess ritual. And will never heal.

  I shivered to imagine.

  D’Shea murmured a word and opened the storage space set into the wall. From my angle, I couldn’t see inside; I only knew it was large but didn’t reach the floor. There was a thick stone foundation below with runes on it. My Elder pulled out a box barely large enough to contain the pouched Feldeu she lifted from it. I felt a familiar clutch in my nether regions when I recognized it.

  Here I was again, but why had it taken this long?

  D’Shea unveiled the magical phallus, releasing it from its confines, and it swayed with weight. My eyes followed it rather than my Elder’s face when she came nearer.

  “Tha’z…” I slurred.

  “Hm?”

  She stood directly in front of me, bare feet braced inside mine. I stared at her purple-tipped breasts, felt her warm hand run up my thigh as she leaned down and close.

  “It’s what, Sirana?” she said near my ear.

  “Broad, Elder.”

  Both ends.

  “It is. I like it that way. Ass to the edge.”

  I shifted forward, and she drew in her breath through her nose near my skin, scenting me, before moving her face just enough to plant a soft, nibbling kiss on my mouth. My eyes closed, the fog in my mind thickening; I spread my thighs wider at a nudge from her knees. It was an awkward position for her, but she had chosen to fuck face-to-face.

  Unusual.

  I felt the thick Feldeu nudge at my sex and relaxed by reflex, allowing it to enter me. It stretched. A lot.

  “Ungh,” I groaned, and D’Shea withdrew briefly.

  Using her fingers to spread more of my moisture around it, she aimed, pushed again. It was much thicker in girth than Gaelan’s or Jaunda’s—on par with Kerse or the Tragar. My mouth opened with the stretch, and I prepared to have her push me onto my back, to feel more of her thrusts—

  Then the bulb passed in, and my eyes flew open, my body clamping down, holding it fast as the weight tugged from the front. Just as when I’d tried on Gaelan’s Feldeu.

  “Elder—!”

  “Calm.” She focused on the cock between my thighs, cradling it although I felt nothing. “Palms on the sheets, Sirana.”

  I obeyed; she spoke an arcane word with a matching gesture, and suddenly I felt pressure on my wrists. I tried to lift my hands; I couldn’t. She’d put invisible cuffs in place.

  A fucking Game?

  When was it anything else in Sivaraus? Gaelan had said in her initiation, she’d been forced to wear the Feldeu to be treated as the Sisterhood treated a male: weaker, sensitive, his netherhole stretched while his cock was sucked, ridden, or simply slapped and tormented, and Gaelan had felt all of it.

  This was worse. A female demoted to the male role without even the benefit of feeling anything. Submissive even to a male, if the commanding female desired.

  I spoke through my teeth, my back rigid as metal, the chilly, dense material lodged stubbornly inside me and only slowly warmed by my body. “P-punishment, Elder?”

  She caressed the unfeeling pole with one hand, my thigh with the other. “Why assume that, Sirana?”

  “You asked my preference and do the opposite?”

  D’Shea shook her head in disappointment, reached to grab my hair and yank my head back so I stared at the ceiling.

  “Too predictable,” she said, pulling and shoving the bulb of the Feldeu one more time, probably lowering her eyes to watch it as she purred against my chest and said, “Yemennija.”

  Wait, no—

  I felt something grab firm hold of me from the inside as if it had created a vacuum, and it unnerved me so that I strained against releasing my bladder. The next instant, I felt the bulb inside my birth canal burst with heat, washing my guts in magical flare where it became one with me, and I could no longer feel it. Instantly I was aware of the severe urge in my groin to couple, taken in by the hyper-sensitive flesh jutting up. The fat tip brushed against D’Shea’s thigh first as she kneeled, then she cradled and caressed its full length.

  I choked on my scream, at first thinking to move it away to protect the thing, then suddenly trying to aim it, to sink it somewhere hot and wet and tight—

  “No… No, s-stop,” I breathed, grimacing as I writhed against the cuffs on my wrists.

  The Sorceress squeezed it firmly and lowered her head. At first, I could not grasp the reality that my cock had passed between her lips. I felt her tongue on the crown.

  Her warm mouth.

  ~Suck me.~

  So familiar, that voice. The sensation, so strong it was pure agony. A bellowing roar filled my ears, my head.

  My head…

  She took all of me, slurping, sucking. I trembled, and she chuckled before she did it again.

  “F-fuck!” I squealed, shoving my hips up with a jerk, slamming the back of her throat, gagging her. I tried to grab her ears; I couldn’t, my hands were bound.

  She coughed and growled in annoyance, “Novice.”

  “Release me!” I roared, jerking my wrists.

  My Elder looked confused, and she did not release me. She sprang up instead, pushed me onto my back on her bed and held me down, climbing on top. I yelled and struggled, yanking against the magical restraints.

  “Why are you fighting?” she asked fiercely as she straddled me.

  Suddenly, my erection was pressed lengthwise against her sex. The haughty slut was rubbing herself over it, her hips swaying side to side and around, I saw how she teased me!

  Cunt’s wet. Cunt wants it!

  “Fuck!” I cried, trying to stab up into her if she wanted it that bad. “Fuck it! Fuck me!”

  ~Fuck it, or kill it. Maybe both.~

  I tossed my head, drowning in the voice. My eyes saw only black, picked up only vague Radiants. I was in the wilderness, the aftereffects of ritual stealing my ability to think, chaining my will to the emptiness between my legs, leaving me helpless to run or fight. This time, however, I wasn’t empty; I did not ache to be filled. I needed to fill, needed to feel that yielding void, the steaming softness wrapped snugly around me like a—a…

  “Sirana… Sirana, stop! Calm down, you’re only making it worse—”

  ~Fucking trickster! Who are you? You brought me here to torment me?!~

  I attacked, striking my forehead against the face of the warm, curving body on top of me. I saw stars in front of my eyes, felt the pain as she collapsed, warm breasts pressed to me. I jerked one wrist so hard, the invisible force she’d used to strap me down came free.

  ~I’ll teach you to hold me, dirty howler!~

  I clutched her to me with my free arm, wrenching my shoulder as I freed my other. My arms held her around her ribs as if I were drowning and I rolled easily upon the decadent sleep space. My weight alone should be enough to hold the slender Elf down. Her legs fell open. I moved my hips to feel the head of the phallus drag across her sex in teasing torture, but within moments I figured out the angle. I pushed. She gasped, coming aware after being dazed.

  I was inside that exotic cunt, and she knew it.

  “Sira—ugh!”

  I thrust deep down inside her, groaning against h
er shoulder, biting the big muscle there. My fat cock opened her wide and I held on for my life as pleasure exploded behind my eyes. I invaded that tight slit again and again, making her grunt every time the length slid in as far as it could go. There was no doubt my eyes rolled back in my head.

  ~You like it! Tell me you like it!~

  I-I like it! Don’t stop!

  She was slick, her breathing ragged, and then there was that rippling grip as her sheath spasmed and fluttered around me! Caressing, worshipping. Only the Davrin were twisted enough to climax on my spear.

  I’d never felt the like among any of my own kind.

  “Sirana!” she cried, panting, and my chest swelled that she knew my name!

  ~Tugren! Yes!~

  I planted my hands upon the too-soft mattress, raised myself up on my arms, strong muscles unified in working my member into her snatch. My eyes squeezed tight, wordless moans sounded in my ears, probably mine, but I felt her body clutch itself around me multiple times. She enjoyed getting fucked, enjoying the fucking.

  ~Oh Braqth, feels so good, please, let me c-cu—!~

  I’d die if I didn’t cum.

  “Sirana. Sirana… r-relax. Let go… Breathe.”

  I pumped her sloshy cunt. I pounded it harder. I couldn’t! I couldn’t relax, I couldn’t breathe! Every new stroke just curled my toes and pulled me taut as a bow, made me arch my back, stone-hard nipples pointed out. If she didn’t stop this forsaken rut, I’d die!

  She had to stop fucking me.

  Oh! Oh! Oh, no…please, don’t stop—!

  I’m going to die!

  Why are you doing this, Davrin?

  Abyssal sickness… Goddess magic stronger than me…

  Her arms went around me, pulled me down. Her hands scalded my naked, sweating back. Her body hummed an unfamiliar pitch.

  “Relax, breathe with me,” she murmured. She was so calm. “Relnega’shes. Breathe. Breathe. Listen to me breathe… Yes, again. Deeper.”

  I knew I was breathing. I felt the pain only as I realized it was fading away. Sensation flooded my groin, the sword piercing her becoming harder, pulsing a few times. My vision was coming back in spots, and so were the colors.

  “Yes… Yeee—AAAHH!” I screamed.

  Incredible pressure began to unravel inside me as a torrent of pleasure rolled through my cock and back again, exploding at the back of my head. I thrust in and tried to push it in as far as it could go; my muscles locked, and I groaned again through bared, clenched teeth. I trembled and shuddered, gasping with the ebb and flow as it dwindled like sudden destruction had passed, leaving me a crumbled and sodden mess.

  She pushed me off her, and I was useless enough to let her. I couldn’t even sit up, and staring at her face as she rose above me, I eventually focused on the Davrin mage. She had a bleeding bitemark on her shoulder and a bruise swelling up on one side of her forehead; I could taste blood in my mouth and my head ached right in the center of my brow. Her nipples looked like they had been twisted and stretched, and although I had evidence on me for having caused the first two injuries, I didn’t know about that one.

  Eventually it came back. I knew who she was.

  “Elder D’Shea,” I admitted, though I was lost in every other way.

  She glared at me, and impossibly, I nearly fell asleep right then. The feeling dragged at me like lead; I just wanted to close my eyes for a few moments, and we’d talk when I woke up—

  If I woke up.

  “I-I…apologize, Elder,” I gasped, fighting back the urge to yawn and negate my contrition.

  She huffed an exasperated, ill-tempered laugh and reached between my legs to take hold of my erection, preparing to pull it. I yelped in fright, my voice masking hers as she spoke the release word. The Feldeu immediately separated from my inner walls and outer folds; once again, it was just a broad thing plugging up my twat. She pulled it out none too gently and I blurted another sound of discomfort as my cunt throbbed.

  “Silence!”

  I pressed my lips tight, awaiting her judgment. She stared at me, studying me in a definite foul mood. Her voice was clipped when she spoke again.

  “I have never seen a reaction like that to the Feldeu, Sirana.”

  “It… was my first time, Elder.”

  “Not even a first time!”

  I flinched but unwisely spoke again. “I’d have welcomed some warning, Elder.”

  She grabbed my hair and forced me to sit up, putting her face in mine as she made my scalp burn. “I have the privilege to fuck you any way I want, and no Red Sister needs a warning.”

  I swallowed, opened my eyes again despite my grimace and met hers. “I don’t drink much. I can still feel it. I f-feel strange. You insisted.”

  She sneered. “Not your fault, then? Not in your right mind, it was the drink?”

  “The Priestesses do it to the young ones at Court,” I snarled. “I never knew how many buas I rutted at that Sathoet conception ritual! Do you always get a novice drunk her first time wearing a magical weapon?”

  I received another slap for that. I had expected it.

  Worth it.

  “You acted like someone else entirely!” she hissed, still gripping my hair. “Nothing I know of you explains it! You devolved to a point I had to insist you keep working your lungs! I waited for any hint of that flexible will to reassert itself, but it never did! I expected more of you, Sirana.”

  I felt deep resentment at her words. “Then ask me a question, Elder. You’ve done it every time before closing a report and passing judgment of my actions. Aren’t you going to ask?”

  “Too bold in your afterglow, are you?” she hissed, leaning back and releasing my hair. “Fine. What in the Abyss did you think as you raped your Elder with her own Feldeu, novice? Explain it to me.”

  I froze at the truth of the accusation, and D’Shea saw the terror in my eyes. Another time, another place, if anyone else had heard, or witnessed what just happened… How could I explain it and expect to escape the same torment I’d seen the Red Sisters do at executions? I needed my Elder’s tolerance; I needed to beg for it, and I would beg.

  But how could I explain it to her?

  A drop of her blood from the shoulder bite had dripped to her breast, and I blinked as a vision of myself in the mirror returned—disheveled, muddy, and injured, dragging a Consort behind me. The Tragar bite had been on my left shoulder, the same as hers.

  Someone else entirely.

  The thoughts as we fucked had seemed as if I’d thought them before. Not my thoughts, though, not exactly. But male. Genuinely male. As if I had been mind-locked with the Tragar again, when I’d heard his thoughts, felt his sensations as he fucked my body.

  Yes. D’Shea had been me. I had been Kain…

  I felt nauseated.

  “You know what it was,” my Elder stated. “I see it. Tell me, now.”

  Tell her or suffer in ways unknown but far-reaching. She didn’t have to add that; I already knew. I would exist with the Sisterhood or nowhere worth being.

  I trembled as I swallowed down illness. “It was…as it felt in the Deepearth, Elder. After my trials, after the ritual, when the Sisterhood deposited me out in the wilderness. I told you…I told you then the power of the Goddess, the aftermath of Braqth’s Threshold, was ‘distracting’ for me.”

  D’Shea nodded slowly, burning eyes watching every tick in my face. I felt anger and fear mix in my middle, and my breasts rose and fell faster as I breathed.

  I said, “I underplayed that. It was utterly crippling, Elder. I couldn’t satisfy myself, I tried. I couldn’t catch anything to eat, I barely remembered to drink, I wanted to scream from the isolation! I could have died from the want, all I had to do was give up and let something find me, and I wouldn’t have cared if a beast had decided I was in heat! That was the worst thing the Sisterhood could have done to me in that state.”

  She tilted her head at my bold description.
“But you made it back.”

  “Only because I found something to fuck,” I grumbled.

  “Yes. You found the Consort.”

  Yes, that’s what happened.

  “No.”

  “Oh?”

  Despairing, I admitted it. “I found a Tragar first. Psionic. I fucked him to death.”

  Elder D’Shea was genuinely shocked, putting out a hand to remain sitting on her bed. She stared at me before her gaze trailed over my body and down to where she’d set the uncleaned Feldeu she’d pulled out of me. She was in deep thought, as I’d seen many times before. I waited for her to speak.

  “Just the essentials first, Sirana,” she began, looking at me. “What happened?”

  She was more intrigued than disgusted. That surprised me in return, but now I felt calmer after the confession. There was no other way for me to explain myself without my Elder knowing everything, and I knew she could—and would—use spells if she decided she couldn’t trust anything I said.

  So be it.

  “I encountered a Tragar scouting for gems,” I told her. “I needed food and water. He had some. I tried to bluff him to give it up, but it didn’t work. He tried…he went invisible, so I attacked. And we started fighting.”

  “Invisible?”

  I nodded. “Tried. He hurled stones with his mind, but he missed. I knocked him out and went through his pack to get something to eat, but…it…” I breathed in, out. “The need overwhelmed me then, and he woke up.”

  “Ah. Did he decide to rape you first,” my Elder asked, “and you took advantage and turned it on him?”

  “No, he didn’t decide.” I blinked. Dammit, absolutely not. No tears. “I did.”

  She waited, never blinking. “Go on.”

  “His eyes were pure white, like an Ornilleth. A long enough stare, and we were in each other’s minds. He…it…my need overwhelmed him, too. We fucked, Elder, but neither of us was… willing. I heard all his thoughts, felt what it was like for him, being and spurting inside me. I screamed his anger, hatred… He screamed mine, plundered by his own cock. One coupling wasn’t enough to sate Braqth, though, we kept… repeating.”