The Seeker, Chapter 34
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The Seeker, Chapter 34
By William W. Kelso
Pet and Lydia lay in the mouth of their lair and watched the volcano in the near distance as it erupted yet again, as it had been doing for quite some time. The violent eruptions had set off several other volcanoes in the region, but for fortunately the one they had their lair in had only 'burped' a few times, and was smoking a little more than usual. Not that they were really in any danger; being fire drakes lava and heat were no threat to them, but it would have been a pain in the tail to try and find a new lair, not to mention having to move their eggs.
"We are in such deep shit." I hissed, watching as a new column of molten debris and smoke burst from the volcano, the ground shaking.
"What do you mean WE? Lydia hissed, I didn't do anything!"
"HEY, I hissed, I'M not taking the sole blame for this! I had LOTS of help!"
"I'm just kidding my love; Lydia said as she affectionately licked her mate's snout, I'll stand by you."
"Well, I would hope so!" I hissed, still a little miffed, but returned her licks just as affectionately. She was so beautiful; I never get tired of just looking at her, and doing other things of course. Speaking of which...
I moved my licks down her neck and started nibbling as well, blowing little puffs of flame over her sleek scales, and she hissed in pleasure. She started to do the same to me, nibbling at my mane and spikes, hissing softly. After some lovely mutual grooming we rubbed snouts and 'kissed' by running our long forked tongues in and out of one another's mouths, twining them together as we looked into one another's glowing eyes that flickered with the flames of the Hell fire we were part of. I'd always felt it was ironic and sad that two lonely humans could only find love as demonic animals, sad but wonderful. Who'd have thought things like us could even feel an emotion like love? I licked her snout again, but we certainly did.
I ran my snout down her neck again, and this time worked my way down her flank, gently nibbling and scratching at her with my claws, and with a soft moan she crouched and lifted her tail for me, and my eager tongue quickly found her sex and she gave a squeal as I slid my tongue inside of her and 'ate her', enjoying myself immensely. I know she certainly did, her whole body trembling as I licked and lapped at her wet swollen cloaca. By now I was so hard it hurt, so with a slurp I pulled my tongue out of her sex; which tried to suck it back in, and mounted her with a roar of lust, and her own bellow of ecstasy was just as loud, the lair echoing with our sounds of passion as we mated like the beasts we are.
Lydia closed her eyes and gave guttural hisses of pleasure as her mate moved inside of her, his weight on her back felt wonderful, so right, he was so strong, dominant. She could feel his nether tongue sliding around inside her vagina as he serviced her, and gave a high pitched squeal of utter ecstasy as the tip slithered out and found the large swollen knob of her clitoris and squeezed and caresses it. Oh, what he did to her!! The incredible pleasure that never got 'old' or repetitive, no matter how often they coupled, which was as often as possible as being what they were they were both insatiable. And she wouldn't have it any other way! She moaned as he sped up his thrusts, his fangs sinking gently into her neck to pin her as he brought them both to incandescent orgasms; their bodies bursting into flames, the rock under them turning molten from the heat of their rutting. And as she climaxed she bucked and shrieked, and he gave a guttural hiss of pleasure of his own as he held onto her. It was rough, brutal, bestial, wonderful. As he pulled out of her she rolled over on her side and gave a satisfied and contented hiss. When he started licking and cleaning her she crooned in delight. He never left her wanting, never! She gave a squeal of pleasure as his tongue licked over, and into, her vagina as he cleaned her. She could have done it herself, but much preferred it when he did it. Besides, he enjoyed it so much, so why spoil his fun?
I licked and nipped at Lydia's neck and head as I fucked her, hissing and snarling in pleasure. I always had to 'remind' her who was dominant when we mated, as being a drake it was her natural instinct to 'resist' to some degree, which was just fine with me as it made the sex even better, more intense, at least by Drake standards. When we mated as animals we WERE animals, nothing intelligent about it. It was sheer, blind, bestial lust in its purest form, which was fantastic. But we could also mate as loving intelligent beings, so we got the best of both. Taking her brutally and quickly could be just as enjoyable as long and slow. I do the same with My Mistress and other mates; being what we are we need both, and I can always tell which kind of mating they want, their scent tells me. I moved in her, my thrusts hard and fast, both of us hissing and snarling from the almost painful euphoria of our joining, two demonic beasts mating in a setting right out of Dante's Inferno; and to a demonkind a very romantic love tryst. Dante still does great painting by the way; Mistress had me pose for him once. I felt her nearing her release, and with a hissing growl bit her neck to keep her 'cooperative', and speeding up my thrust brought us both to mutual orgasms, and hissed through my fangs as I came, and she arched and gave an ear splitting squeal as she reached her own release. Then; gently licking her neck, I slid out of her and laid down with a long slow hiss of love for my mate. When she rolled over on her side I licked her sex to clean her off; we were through mating for now, but still it was the polite thing to do. Then I rested my head on her neck and hissed softly, so very happy.
While we'd been doing what we did best the volcano had finally started to settle down a little bit. I had mixed feelings about the whole thing, this had NOT been what I had expected to happen when I gathered the drakes of Hell to try and set free a dragoness that had been trapped in a dormant volcano for over three thousand years. But I had promised to set her free, even though My Mistress had forbidden it. Well, she hadn't exactly forbidden it per se; at least not in those exact words, but I doubted if she'd see it my way. I was SO in trouble. But I was also worried about Draxa and Vulk, what had happened to them?? At first I thought Draxa had finally escaped; with his help, but they'd both fallen back into the exploding volcano. Had we set her free, only to have her and her life mate be destroyed?? Which to a demonkind mean dissipation; there is no afterlife for a demonkind. For us 'death' is just ceasing to exist, nothing remaining, no spirit, no soul, no awareness, just oblivion. I hoped not, it would be a hard thing to live with knowing you'd been directly responsible for destroying two friends you'd cared about. For all that she had imprisoned me I just couldn't hate Draxa, I knew what lonely was like. That's one of the worst things about being a demonkind, knowing that's the dead end for you, nothing to look forward to when you 'die'. I gave Lydia another affectionate lick, if anything happened to her; or My Mistress, I knew I wouldn't be able to keep on living. Demonkind can; and do, die of grief. Few survive the loss of a life mate.
Vulva finally ventured back out of the domain along with a few other more adventurous demonkind. At least it had stopped raining boulders and globs of molten lava, though the ash was still falling, which really wasn't all that unusual. While not necessarily dangerous to demonkind, getting splattered by one ton globs of molten rock was still unpleasant, and to Imps was deadly. More than a few had gotten turned into grease spots. She stood in the falling ash and looked at the glowing volcano on the horizon, clouds of ash still spewing into the skies of Hell from it and others that were also erupting. She thought it was a rather beautiful sight. At least it livened up the usual rather boring skies and landscape of Hell.
Vulva walked over to a screaming Imp whose lower body had been crushed by a falling border, and ended its life painlessly, it's eyes full of gratitude at the end. For all she was a powerful demoness whose specialty was dragging souls down to Hell and/or transforming them into demonic beasts, she was not cruel just for the sake of cruelty; to her it had to serve a definite purpose, much like sexual pain. Just being cruel for the sake of being cruel, or causing pain with no purpose, made no sense to her; that would be a waste of time and effort with no desirable results. There were those demonkind who specialized in pain and torture, but not her; unless it was sexually oriented. But to her sexual torture was a combination of pain and pleasure, exquisite agonizing ecstasy through extreme sexual stimulation, or the withholding of it. The Imp had served her well, it was suffering, and she ended its suffering. To her that only made sense. She gave the now pain free Imp a final pat on the muzzle, poor little thing. Well, fresh meat for the messhall.
With a final hiss she turned and entered the domain again. She needed to have a little 'talk' with a certain fire lizard, but right now he was in charge of the security forces that were enthusiastically taking care of a little riot that had broken out in the domains shopping district when some less 'principled' demonkind had taken advantage of the situation to go on a looting spree. Well, Carl and his security demonkind would put a stop to that crap right away, and the guilty demonkind would NOT like what she would do to them. She ran a well organized domain, and would NOT tolerate any such nonsense. She would make an 'example' of them, such as leaving a few impaled and/or buried up their neck in the sand for a hundred years or so at the entrance to the domain as a warning. And as for Pet, where was that little sneak anyway?? Whenever she tried to contact him via their mistress/familiar mind link she found panic, or the last time he'd been 'busy'. She'd orgasmed without warning last time she'd tried; it looked like he and Lydia were at it again. She smiled briefly, he was one randy little beast, and thinking about that she realized she needed a 'massage' really bad. But this time she wasn't going to let him sneak up on her and 'rape' her like last time, he was in BIG trouble! The little nimrod. But secretly she was just glad he was OK, she hated to give any public sign of just how much the small fire drake meant to her. She didn't really fool anybody though; demonkind can recognize that kind to thing in one another. Frankly most of them approved, a happy well massaged Mistress was better than a grouchy one.
As Vulva neared her office she saw a bat demoness's head look around the corner of the door briefly, then vanish.
"LISA! Vulva screeched, what the HELL do you know about this fiasco! I KNOW you were in on it you deceitful little bat! You come HERE! HISSSS!!"
"Mistress, shrieked Lisa as Vulva chased her around the desk, there's a priority hmail from Great Lord Ba'al!! I don't think you should keep him waiting! He doesn't sound very...happy."
Vulva slid to a stop, oh CRAP! She should have known the Great Lord would be calling to find out what was going on. Lisa took that opportunity to disappear down the hallway towards Vulva's bedroom with a squeak of terror. Well, she was trapped, Vulva knew, she'd have a little talk with her later, IF she survived her own little talk with the Great Lord. The Great Lord was not...gentle with those who disappointed him.
I finally couldn't stand it any longer, and giving Lydia a final lick, I said, "I'm going to go take a look around the volcano, see what's happening. I need to know what's happened to Draxa and Vulk."
Lydia looked nervously at the still rumbling and glowing volcano, and replied, "It still looks pretty active Pet; you be careful."
"Take more than a measly volcano to hurt me", I hissed. Or at least I hoped.
About that time the volcano hiccupped and a huge boulder the size of a Winnebago went arching into sky like a meteor. Yipe, I thought.
"You just be careful my love." Lydia said, nibbling my mane.
"Don't worry, I will be." I said, giving her snout a gentle rub, then exited the mouth of the lair, and with a brief run took flight, and winged my way toward the volcano. There was already a small swarm of other curious drakes and winged demonkind taking a look, and I wondered if My Mistress would be among them. If she was, oh well, I could out fly her at least. The smaller flyers might be more nimble, but few could out fly a Drake for speed, especially if he was motivated.
Vulva sat down in her chair, and looked at the PC monitor nervously. Its blank screen mocked her, whenever she talked to the Great Lord he always kept the screen blank anyway, so or all she knew he was looking at her right now. She licked her fangs nervously, and called up the hmails. She found the one with the 'red flag', and opened the connection. Instantly there was a response, even though the screen blanked again.
"Ah, Vulva, dear lady", came the sound of Great Lord Ba'al's voice.
Uh-oh, Vulva thought, he's being polite, BAD sign. "Yes Great Lord, you called?"
"Oh yes Mistress Vulva, Ba'al replied, would you please tell me WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THE TORMENTS OF HELL; WHICH YOU MAY SOON BE PERSONALLY EXPERIENCING, HAPPENED???" The whole room shook and cracks ran up the walls as small pieces of rock fell from the ceiling, and as Vulva cringed in utter terror she heard Lisa wail from the bedroom.
Up above in the mortal realm the events in Hell had caused a few natural disasters to happen, such as Krakatoa blowing up again, a fairly major tsunami hitting the west coast of Africa, a 6.5 earthquake in California that caused the "HOLLYWOOD" sign to fall over, and in Biloxi, Mississippi Miss Edna Snodgrass's prize winning soufflé fell, and she lost the bakery contest at the local fair for the first time in fifty years causing panic and general mayhem in the local woman's gardening and bakery club, resulting in the county courthouse being burned down and the National Guard being called in to restore order. All in all, about par for the course.
"Well, you see Great Lord, Vulva stammered, Pet decided to set that dragoness free, and..."
"PET!? Great Lord Ba'al thundered, I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN HE WAS INVOLVED!! CAN'T YOU KEEP A LEASH ON HIM ALREADY!?! WHAT THE HELL DID HE DO NOW!!?"
"Um, Great Lord, if it pleases you, Vulva whimpered, he, er, um, set off a volcano and it's, er, um...still erupting."
There was silence for a minute; NOT a good sigh, then "HE DID WHAT!!??!! HOW IN THE HELL DID HE SET OFF A VOLCANO!!!???"
"He,er, um, hisssss, had help." Vulva hissed.
"I KNEW THOSE SNEAKY DRAKES WERE UP TO SOMETHING!!! Ba'al raged, THEY ALL WANTED TIME OFF AT THE SAME TIME!! I KNEW SOMETHING WAS GOING ON!!! I THOUGHT THEY WERE JUST HAVING AN ORGY!!! I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER WHEN I WASN'T INVITED!!! RRAAAAWWWRRRRRR!!"
"Wha...what do you want me to do, Great Lord??" Vulva groveled.
"YOU?? DO??? NOTHING!!!! Great Lord Ba'al snarled. Blowing up the 9th Level was one thing, at least the toilets worked again, but THIS is NOT good. YOU? YOU will do NOTHING!! I, however, will be paying a little visit in the near future!! Be expecting me, and do NOT try to hide! And as for that little troublemaker of yours, YOU KEEP HIM FROM DESTROYING THE REST OF HELL UNTIL I GET THERE!! Do you THINK you can manage THAT?? SIT ON HIM OR SOMETHING!!"
"Y-yesss, Great Lord, Ssssss!!" Vulva squealed, falling off the chair.
Vulva, who had fallen to the floor in cringing terror, finally dared to raise her head above the level of the desk, "G-great Lord??" She hesitantly asked, but there was no answer, and the little dancing dragons screen saver had come back up. Oh shit, she thought, this is NOT good. The Great Lord was pissed; someone was about to get their ass chewed, good and proper. Shit.
Ba'al bellowed and roared at his subordinates and slaves as he stormed through his citadel in rage. He rather liked the little Seeker, but his this time he had gone too far! It was one thing to burn down the occasional castle, or unplug the sewers of Hell, but this was TOO much. Half the damn volcanoes in Hell were erupting now, the air thick with ash; or thicker as there was usually some anyway. Then he got madder after he blasted a couple of Imps who dared disturb him, only to find out they'd been bringing him his lunch!! AND he'd blasted the lunch too! Now he was REALLY pissed! Followed by cowering demonkind soldiers and other lesser lords & ladies, as well a few braver demi's, he mounted a great fire drake and he and his entourage took flight for Mistress Vulva's new domain. It was time to kick butt.
I circled the volcano carefully, keeping a sharp eye out for flying debris even though it had calmed down considerably. It was still boiling and churning, sending up a great cloud of smoke and ash, but that didn't both me any. I don't breathe, and my nictitating membranes kept my eyes protected. Volcanoes are a fire drake's native habitat anyway. That still didn't mean I didn't remain cautious and careful as I circled lower and lower, finally landing on the rim of the caldera. It was a beautiful sight, the lava seething, great bubbles of gas exploding, lava flows and lava fountains dotting the slopes. Other fire demonkind were arriving to check out the new sites, and have fun playing in the flows, but few dared venture into the main crater. That could be dangerous even to creatures like us if it was active. If the volcano were to erupt again getting caught in the blast and all the debris could be rather...unpleasant. But I had to know what had happened to Draxa and Vulk, most of the other drakes thought they'd been destroyed and dissipated. But I hoped not.
I hopped from ledge to ledge as I worked my way down to the level of the lava pool, scrambling on loose scale and causing small avalanches to fall into the boiling pit below me. But finally I reached a small outcropping of glowing Helliron, and carefully looked around. I even thought about taking a dive, but I knew I probably wouldn't come out unchanged. The heart of a volcano can have certain effects on a fire drake, and the longer you stayed the more pronounced they were. I'd even heard stories of drakes that stayed for good, but figured that was just old drakes tales. I looked for hours, and finally gave up. Finally I crawled back up on an outcropping, and throwing back my head gave a wail of grief and loss, bellowing in anguish for the loss of two friends. When a demonkind looses a friend it's hard on us as we know they're gone forever, we'll never see them again. No heaven; or another version of Hell, for us. I hadn't known Vulk all that well, and my acquantence with Draxa had been...strained, but still, I HAD known them, and friends were the only real possessions I had, and I treasured them. While I was searching other drakes had arrived and bellowed their own farewells and grief before flying off again, but I was the only one who ventured so deep into the heart of the volcano.
I gave a final wail, and was just turning to leave when the cauldron began to heave and boil even more, and I began scrambling up the side; but kept sliding back down in the loose rock and ash. I did NOT want to be inside if it the top of the volcano blew off again. That was one experience really way down on my list of fun things to do. Squealing I kept trying to climb out; but kept sliding back, and there was too much debris in the air, my wings would be perforated if I took flight while I was still in the crater. Then as I watched in amazement as two huge lava spouts shot up out of the lava pool, and as I stared with my mouth open they took form, and I found myself staring at the heads and necks of two huge drakes made out of pure molten metal. "D-draxa?? Volk??" I hissed in amazement. The two heads looked at me with glowing eyes, looked at one another, then they suddenly dipped down, and before I could do anything they wrapped around me, and dragged me; shrieking and roaring, into the lava!! I clawed desperately at the rock, but was pulled under. Several watching fire demonkind roared in shock, and frantically took flight. Soon the caldera was empty except for the heaving churning lava pool.
Vulva looked at Carl and Lisa as they hung suspended upside down; eagle spread, from manacles around their ankles and wrists, Lisa against the wall, and Carl in a frame. The restraints were helliron, they weren't getting free anytime soon, at least not on their own. They had a 'private room', the others being questioned weren't so 'lucky'.
"Where IS he??" Vulva hissed, flexing a power whip, the tip glowing.
"Who do you mean, Mistress?" Carl asked.
'SNAP-CRACK-POP-ZzIT!' "You know perfectly well WHO I mean!" Vulva snarled as she lashed the whip across Carl's back, sparks flying, and there was a smell of ozone.
Carl bucked in pain, then hissed "Oh HIM, I haf no idea, he didn't tell me where he was going, he never does. I don't think he trusts me, I don't know why. And could you tighten the chains a bit more, bitte, that kink in my back is almost gone, und I think you missed a spot, right butt cheek."
Vulva hissed in frustration, that was the problem with Sadist demons, they LIKED to be tortured as much as they liked to torture! The more you beat them, the better they liked it! With a snarl she turned to Lisa.
"I know you were in on this little scheme, she hissed, what do you know??" And she snapped the whip a couple of times, sparks flying from the tip.
Lisa squealed in fear, she'd already gotten a few lashes across her heaving breasts and ass, and the heavy weights attached to her nipple rings were really stretching her tits, not to mention the one attached to her clitoris ring. Boy was the Mistress pissed off!
"Mistress", Lisa squeaked as Vulva gave a yank on the weights causing her large breasts to jiggle and her pussy to quiver; much to the delight of some watching demons, "I really don't know much!! Only that he wanted to set that dragoness free! He didn't say anything else! He was determined; and you know how he can be!"
Vulva flexed the whip again, but then lowered it. She was pretty sure Lisa was telling the truth, and the edge was fading from her rage. She just didn't get the same kick she used to from torturing prisoners, at least unless she was doing it sexually. With a weary sigh she rolled up the whip, deactivated the spell, and put it on her belt, and then said, "You two wait here, don't go anywhere."
"Oh, hah-hah", Carl hissed. Lisa just squealed again.
Carl looked over at Lisa, and licked his fangs with his forked tongue. "You look very arousing like that, Leibchen, those weights on your tits are stretching them most attractively." He hissed, his penis sliding out of his cloaca.
"Fuck you, Carl." Lisa hissed back. Still, it was kind of kinky. Too bad they weren't closer together.
"Yah, that would be nice, Carl hissed, but I do not think it is possible at this time as much as I would like you to fuck me, perhaps later? Perhaps the Mistress will let us use these facilities? Hmmm? You can chain me up and do anything you want to me. Ssss?"
Lisa giggled, "Carl, you are a complete and utter perv, you know that?"
"Oh yah, Carl hissed, everybody tells me that. But it can be SO much fun! Nicht wahr?"
I struggled desperately as I was drawn deeper into the lava, and even I could feel the heat now. But it felt wonderful, soaking into my very being, saturating me completely and utterly, both physically and what was left of my dark soul. Finally I gave in and just drifted, and I could sense others there with me.
"Pet, a voice whispered in my head, thank you, thank you for coming back for me."
"Draxa?" I answered back in my mind. It was something like when My Mistress used our mind link, but not quite.
"Yes, and you brought my life mate back to me too. I owe you so much my little friend."
I felt a happy thrill; she'd call me her friend! I liked that.
"I too, owe you a great debt." Came another voice.
"Vulk??" I asked.
"Yes", he replied.
"Wha-what happened to you?? We all saw you fall back into the volcano and thought you'd been destroyed, are you trapped? Didn't it work?"
"Oh no, we're not trapped, Draxa said, we are a free as we can every be, we merged, became one in a wonderful way, we are part of the volcano now, part of the heart of Hell. Our old bodies are gone, but we live on."
"That's nice, I said, about as confused as I could be. I'm glad you're together again. I don't know what I'd do if my life mate was separated from me for so long."
"Yes, Draxa said, it was horrible being alone for so very long, and he was miserable too. Each of us thought the other dissipated. But then you came and set me free, and brought us back together. We can never repay that debt, but the least we can do is make you like us, it's wonderful!"
"WHAT?" I said, and suddenly felt the lava around me get even hotter, and realized I must be I the very heart of the volcano. "NO, wait, DON'T!!!" I squealed, but suddenly I felt myself-dissolve. My body finally reached its melting point and went fluid, and I 'became' one with the volcano, and felt Draxa and Volk there with me, and It WAS wonderful. Oh no, I thought, I'm dead!
"No, you silly little dragon, you're not dead! Draxa/Volk giggled, you've just moved to a higher plane of existence, you're an elemental now.
"But I don't WANT to be elementary! I replied, change me back!!"
"That's elemental, Draxa/Volk said in amusement, and you can't change back, it's like an insect coming out of cocoon. You've become something different, but are still yourself in every way. Isn't it wonderful? Of all the demonkind only elementals are not slaves to any other, except by choice."
Suddenly I felt them caress me; that's the only way I can describe it, they flowed into, and through, me, slowly and gently, and it was the most incredibly pleasurable feeling I'd ever felt, it went far beyond mere sex though it was that too in a way. I felt myself drifting towards a euphoria I was scared I'd lose myself in.
"No, no, please stop!!" I moaned and begged, and the feeling receded.
"What's wrong little one; don't you want to merge with us?"
"I...I, yes, it felt so wonderful, but-NO, I have to get back to My Mistress! My life mate, my friends! I can't leave My Mistress alone, she needs me! And I want to see my eggs hatch! Please!" I begged.
I could sense their disappointment, but also their understanding. "Yes, perhaps we acted too hastily, they said. But we wanted to show our gratitude, give you the only gift we could. Make you something special, more powerful."
"Just being my friends would have been enough, I said, but how, how can I go back now, you said I couldn't? I'm part of this place now, molten fluid rock."
"If you chose too you can take your old form, Draxa/Vulk said, but you will still be an elemental fire dragon. It's just anytime you wish you may take on your true form as well, and you will draw power from the fires of Hell as never before. And we will miss you, but anytime you return to the lava we will be there if you need us, no matter where you are."
"How, how do I take on my old form?" I asked, still shocked by what had happened, what I was now. It felt so strange, but so wonderful.
"Just wish it, make it happen, they replied. You will be your old self in every way unless you wish otherwise."
I had a sudden thought, and almost panicked. "Will I still be able to, um, you know?"
I sensed their amusement, and shivered in ecstasy as they 'caressed' me again.
"You mean mate?? Draxa/Vulk said, of course! You will be your old self in EVERY way."
Well, thank Big L for that!! I thought. Not being able to mate...what a horrible fate!
Several fire demonkind who had remained behind when the dragon was grabbed watched in amazement as three lava spouts rose out of the churning cauldron again, and prepared to flee if it looked like they were in danger. As they watched the spouts took on the form of the heads and necks of three fire drakes; their body's molten lava, two large and one small. The smaller one moved to the edge of the cauldron, and pulled itself out onto the edge, its whole body glowing white hot like molten metal. It suddenly glowed even brighter for a minute, then the glow faded and a fairly small fire drake remained, looking around with a confuse look on his snout. The other two dipped down and nuzzled the smaller one, then slowly sank back into the lava.
I looked around in relief, it had worked!! I looked; and pretty much felt, like my 'old' self. I had reached deep inside, and somehow found what I was looking for, and like Draxa/Vulk had said 'wished' myself back into my old body. I even still had my neat new collar and body jewelry, and flames rippled across my scales and hide and my eyes flickered with flame, but I wasn't entirely a thing of molten rock anymore. I looked up as they lowered their massive heads and gently nuzzled me, and then they returned to their new lives, together forever, never to be separated again. Overall I felt pretty good about that, but still wasn't sure about this 'elemental' thing. Now what I had I gone and done to myself? Boy was My Mistress going to be pissed; she didn't like it when I did stuff like this without permission. Last time I ended up with a mane. With a goodbye roar I took flight, and winged my way towards My Mistress's domain.
The Hellbats were tired, but happy; the mating swarm had been a good one. As they flew back to their cave one of them noticed a strange shadow in the face of a cliff, which was unusual as that cliff had never had a shadow on it before, and truth be told shadows in Hell were quite rare as there was no direct light source like a sun, the light came from everywhere. One of the bats swooped lower to take a look, and as it neared the strange shadow tendrils lashed out and grabbed the surprised creature, and after a brief flurry of wings and screech of pain the bat was gone. The other bats noticed this, and reacted by forming a circle over the strange shadow as they thought about what they'd seen, and what to do. Their normal strategy was to swarm an enemy and basically tear it to pieces by sheer numbers; their vicious fangs and claws were razor sharp, but they were smart enough to know that might not be the best thing to do in this case. A couple more bats drifted too close and were also grabbed, and apparently absorbed by the shadow. The bats had never seen anything quite like this before, so several of their number set out to find one of their larger cousins, a demonkind Hell Bat, to let them know of the strange new danger.
Krix was a courier Hell Bat, a post of some honor for such a junior demon, and he took his duties very seriously. So at first he tried to ignore several frantic Hellbats as they swarmed him, the damned things could be real pests. It was their persistence that finally convinced him to take a look at whatever 'bad thing' had them so worked up. The little beasts were pretty smart, and knew better then to bother a Hell Bat or other demonkind unless it was important.
Krix circled the strange shadow in the cliff face, staying far away from it as he instinctively knew it was something 'not right', even for Hell. He gave a high pitched squeak to warn off the Hellbats; and chittering told them to 'leave it alone and go home', which they did reluctantly. It had taken several of their flock, and they wanted to kill it, but knew when to obey a superior. They left a couple of sentries to keep watch though, and warn any other Hellbats it was something deadly.
Krix circled a few more times, and then set off as fast as he could fly. This was beyond him; it was time to turn the problem over to a higher authority. And the sooner he got as far away from the thing as possible, the better. He had sensed it watching him, and had felt its hunger for much more than just his body. As much as a demon could feel fear Krix was terrified.
Krix encountered a demi-demon riding a drake, and informed him of the strange thing he'd found. The demi; whose name was Iksis and owned a small domain specializing in making saddles and other harnesses for slaves and domesticated Hell animals, followed Krix back to the cliff face. He landed a fair distance away, and he cautiously approached the strange apparition. He was a fairly common goat-lizard demon, not winged, and while not particularly powerful he was skilled, and when several spells he cast against the shadow failed to have any noticeable effect he was puzzled. The 'identification and divination' spell should have at least told him what it was composed of, whether it was even alive or not, and what its alignment was; demonic, Heavenly, or natural. But they revealed nothing, it was the like the shadow didn't even exist! So he tried a different approach, and cast a powerful fire ball spell. The flaming orb hit the shadow dead center and detonated, but other than writhing a little the shadow remained apparently unaffected. Very concerned now, he returned to his mount, and sending Krix on his way Iksis headed for the nearest major demonic facility, in this case an outpost of the IFL, the 'Infernal Foreign Legion'. They patrolled the more desolate regions of Hell (which was pretty damn desolate) and kept the sand worms, Hell roaches, and other vermin under control, as well as small bands of 'feral' demonkind and mortals who refused to become slaves to any Master or Mistress. They basically got the jobs no one else in their right might mind would want to have anything to do with.
In Hell; paradoxically, a slave did NOT want to be set free. That was the worst thing that could happen to a slave. If they were unlucky and their owner just didn't destroy them; or transform them into something more useful, they were set 'free'. If a slave was found unworthy of serving their owner they had few options. Find a new master or mistress, not likely. If they had a skill they could sometimes manage to make a living, but usually didn't. They could join a feral band of demonkind and basically become outlaws, a very hard life as it meant roaming the wilds of Hell, all domains closed to them. Or they could join the Legion. The thing was, once you joined the Legion, you never got out. Period. You enlisted for eternity. On the up side you got job security, were fed regularly, and had a purpose. If you learned to love the life it wasn't so bad, if you didn't it just made Hell even worse. But regardless, you served.
The IFL was actually based on a mortal concept, a military/police unit composed of volunteers from all types of demonkind and professions, who for one reason or another were down on their luck and had no place else to go. Amazingly they even accepted humans who had been dragged down to Hell bodily; and somehow managed to reach a Legion recruiting station before being branded. The Legion turned nobody away, male or female, demonkind or other. The Legion gave them a home, and a sense of pride. No matter if they had been Great Lords, demi-demonkind, or merely the lowest of slaves who had been cast out by their betters, in the Legion they were all the same. You were promoted based on personal performance, you could stay a private forever (which many actually preferred), or rise through the ranks. The IFL was famous for several things, they seldom lost a battle, did the impossible on a regular basis, but most of all they never gave up or surrendered. Never. Of course in Hell only a really stupid demonkind would surrender anyway. In Hell prisoners have NO rights, there is no Geneva Convention. If you get caught by an enemy you're pretty much toast, in more ways than one. Demonkind can be quite inventive with their, er, methods of entertainment, and take pride in keeping the source of that entertainment alive as long as possible, as in centuries.
Iksis landed his drake; a non-fire natural one, in the main courtyard of the Legion outpost, a large squat cluster of boxy functional building inside a tall sand worm proof wall. As he set down a Legionnaire ran forward to take the reins of his mount, and led it to a stable to be tended to. He was well known to the Legion as his domain had contracted with them for hundreds of years to provide them with equipment and pack harnesses and other accoutrements. He headed directly for the Commandants office. As he entered the door he glanced at the nameplate carved in the wall next to the door. "Capitaine Heinrich Moulder", who commanded the 2nd Compagnie de Marche, 3rd Regiment, IFL.
As he entered the office the imposing; for a human, man behind the desk rose to greet him. Iksis knew the smaller human was not one to be underestimated; the small compact man was pure muscle and could take down a demon twice his size with ease. His skin was almost as tough as Iksis's, turned to something close to leather by the winds of Hell over the last one hundred plus years. How Moulder had ended up in Hell in the first place was a mystery, in the Legion you didn't ask. But he had worked his way up from Legionnaire 4th Klasse to Capitaine in that time, a most impressive feat, especially for a mortal.
"Master Iksis, Capt. Moulder said, I am surprised to see you, you are not due for another week, but it is a pleasant surprise. I have some decent sulfur tea, and can have biscuits brought if you like."
Iksis thanked him, but refused. He was indeed there on business, but a different kind of business. He informed the officer of what had seen, and how it had responded to the spells and powers he had cast at it. He stressed the point that it was something he had never seen in his 1500+ years of existence, and his business took him to all the corners of Hell. Then; having done his duty, he took his leave and left the problem up to the Legion. That's what they were there for.
As soon as Master Iksis had left the sleepy outpost came to life. Capt. Moulder had a bugler sound officers call, and as soon as the assembled quickly worked out a plan of approach, and if necessary, attack with his subordinates. First an aerial detachment of winged demonkind was dispatched to scout the situation, post sentries, and return to the main column to report. A courier was also sent to main Regimental HQ to inform them of his intentions. The officers quickly dispersed to perform their various tasks.
Capt Moulder put on his campaign uniform with an eye to detail, he always wanted to look his best in front of the troops. Normally he went nude like any other denizen of Hell while at the post, but that was not practical in the desert of Hell. Unlike most demonkind he did not have scales and/or fur to protect his skin, or hooves or heavily padded paws to protect his feet. So he wore a khaki uniform of heavy cotton-like material, sturdy boots made of lizard hide, and wore a hat very similar to a kepi with a Havelock to protect his neck. His tunic had the badges of his rank and unit, and the last thing he put on was his belt and crossstraps to support his canteen and personal wand. Then he went to review the detail being sent on a patrol in strength. He wasn't sure what they were up against, but it was a too good an opportunity to pass up not to put the company through its paces.
He walked to the front of the detail, stopped, did a left face, and shouted "REPORT!"
His face was expressionless as the NCO' and officers reported all personnel present and accounted for. No one ever deserted from the IFL, there was no place to go. Then he barked out his orders, and turning headed for the riding lizard he'd be using on the patrol. As he did the column got underway. He gave a brief smile as he listened to the commands.
"COMPAGNIE!!" "PLATOON!!" "ATTENTION!" "RIGHT, FACE!" "SHOULDER ARMS!" and finally "FORWARD MARCHE!"
As Moulder mounted his riding lizard, he barked , "LA BOUDIN!"
The old marching tune made famous by another Legion had caught on with the IFL, and as the company marched out of the gate to the beat of a drum they all sang the simple march, their formation crisp and tight as they followed their captain who rode at the head of the column. The majority of the Infantry went first, followed by the supply train and crew served power lances being carried by pack lizards, and a rear guard platoon brought up the rear. There were no luxuries such as 'modern' vehicles for the IFL, the deserts of Hell were too hard on mechanical means of transport and electrical components were unreliable. So they marched. A small detachment from the 1st IFL Cav. Regt, spread out on swifter raptors to patrol the flanks and front and rear of the column. As the last unit passed out of the gate it closed, and the sentries watched until the column of dust disappeared into the glaring heat of the desert, and then resumed their patrols.
As Great Lord Ba'al flew through the sky of Hell he was accompanied by an impressive entourage befitting his rank. Several great Fire Drakes, natural dragons with fully armored riders of his personal guard, and numerous other winged demonkind accompanied him. Any and all they encountered wisely got the Hell out of the way. As they neared a unit of the IFL on the march they were confronted by a detachment of winged Legionnaires, the Hell Bats and other flyers actually daring to challenge them. Ba'al gave a grim smile on all three of his heads; he had taken on his 'natural' form. Since it was the Legion he would allow them such an affront, it was within their rights if they were on official duty and he had entered their area of operation. He addressed the leader of the squad, a small fire drake Sergeant, who most respectfully gave the Great Lord and his flight permission to pass. If he hadn't, well, courtesy only went so far. But when Ba'al asked him what the Legion was doing on campaign since it had been so quiet recently, his multiple sets of ears pricked up at what the drake told him. With a roar that was heard miles away Ba'al ordered his flight to land near the Legion column while he had a talk with its commander. This bore looking into. As mad as he was at Vulva and her little miscreant of a dragon he knew when something deserved his attention.
As the huge demon lord approached the column Capt. Moulder ordered a halt, and everyone fell on their faces as Great Lord Ba'al walked up to the officer. Just because you were in the Legion didn't mean you didn't render a demon lord his due.
Ba'al , satisfied, said, "Rise! You may tell your command to take a break if you wish."
"My thanks Great Lord; Capt. Moulder replied respectfully, they have been marching for a long ways."
As the troops fell out to rest and/or fix a pot of tea; or whatever they drank, he asked the imposing demon lord,
"Great Lord, what may the Legion do for you? We are at your command."
"OF course you are, Ba'al replied, but I do not require your services. But I must admit I am curious as to what you are doing; your scout mentioned something about a shadow that was resistant to magic?"
"Yes, Capt. Moulder replied, it was reported to me by a demi-demon named Master Iksis. Evidently some Hellbats had a run in with it, and when he investigated his spells had no effect. But that is all I know at this point."
"Hmmm, Ba'al mused, "I know Master Iksis, he is adept at magic using, and so if he was concerned it does warrant further investigation. I am impressed; this is quite a force you have here. Do you consider it that serious?"
"Ah well, who knows, Capt. Moulder replied, but it is a good excuse to get the company on the march, they were getting soft in garrison. Plus we have a few new recruits to break in."
As they talked there was a sudden commotion as a winged demon landed nearby, and apparently exhausted, almost collapsed. A junior officer talked to him, then reported to Capt. Moulder, and Ba'al waited respectfully while the officer made his report. Certain things came first, even with a demon lord present. When he turned back to Ba'al Capt. Moulder looked even grimmer then before, if that was possible.
"Great Lord, the aerial patrol I sent in advance was ambushed, Legionnaires have been destroyed. Evidently this shadow, or whatever it is, has grown in size and when the patrol came too close it extruded tentacles and took some of them before they could react. You must excuse me Great Lord; we must make haste to confront this threat."
"Yes, of course Captain, Ba'al said. But you have reinforcements, my entourage and I will accompany you until we find out exactly what we are up against. I put myself under your command for now, we might be useful."
"My thanks Great Lord, Capt. Moulder said, indeed you and your warriors would be a force to be reckoned with. I feel between the two of our forces we will soon put an end to this menace."
As Great Lord Ba'al winged his way back to his waiting flight he wasn't so sure about that. They would fly ahead and wait for the ground troops, but would take no action unless attacked.
As I flew back to the domain I took my time. Not that I was scared. Well, that's a big fat lie, I was scared shitless. It was just I didn't know what to say to My Mistress. I'd already decided to keep my new status as an 'elemental' secret, as I had a feeling it might change our relationship, and I didn't want that. But most of all I had hated to sneak around behind her back, and knew her feelings would be hurt. But I'd had to do what I had done; I'd promised, but I sure hadn't expected the rather...spectacular results. I knew I was in deep doo-doo, no doubt about it. I figured she'd probably mop up the domain with me for the mop, and I deserved it. I landed in front of the main portals, and as I entered there was no one around except for the guards, and a few impaled demonkind writhing slowly on stakes. Bad sign, it meant everyone and everything else was too scared to come out of their holes. That could only mean one thing, the Mistress was on the rampage, and anyone out and about was liable to end up as a grease spot or stuck on a stick. I asked a couple of guards where Mistress Vulva was, and they looked at me like I was crazy, and just pointed down the main tunnel. Yep, I figured she'd be in the main office complex. At least I didn't hear any screams as I walked down the tunnel.
I soon began to see evidence of her displeasure. Smashed furniture in the tunnels, holes in the walls, pieces of once living creatures, burn and blast marks on the walls and ceiling, and the other usual signs of demonic rage. I paused as I passed the 'detention' block; a nice name for 'dungeon', and stuck my head inside a couple of cells. All were occupied, and in one Lisa and Carl where chained up, and Carl said,
"Oh, there you are mein kleiner Eidechsenfreund, the Mistress has been looking for you, I do not think she is, um, in einer guten Stimmung." Lisa just squeaked.
"What?" I hissed.
"She's pissed." Carl said.
"Yeah, I figured, I replied. Er, sorry about the, uh, you know. Want me to let you down?"
"Oh, nice of you to offer, Carl hissed, but I wouldn't recommend it. I don't think the Mistress would approve. But if you like you could rotate my frame and move me a little closer to Lisa, yah? That would give Lisa and me something to do while we wait for the Mistress's pleasure." Lisa just squeaked.
"OK, sure", I hissed, and rotated Carl's frame so he was hanging upright, and moved it over to Lisa who as still upside down. I made sure it was OK with Lisa first though. It was.
The other cells had other 'conspirators' in various types of restraints, or just in cages. I was surprised there weren't more of them. Other than being restrained most looked pretty much intact, for which I was thankful. Torture is a common form of punishment and/or discipline, and while it rarely destroys a demonkind it does still hurt. Imps seldom survive. Of course some enjoy it, take Carl for instance. To him a good time is being strapped to a rack and tortured for hours, and the louder he screams the more it means he's enjoying it. Weirdo. But hopefully now that I had shown up for my own ass kicking My Mistress would lose interest in the others and let them go. I doubted it, but you never knew. The Mistress was an equal opportunity torturer, everybody got the lash.
Vulva was slumped at her desk, waiting for Great Lord Ba'al to arrive. She could tell the Great Lord was well and truly; royally, pissed off at Pet, and of course her since he was her slave. It had been too good to last; Pet's latest escapade had been the last straw. Great Lord Ba'al was a fair and decent Master by Hell's standards, but when he got mad he was a Holy Terror. He could be generous with praise and rewards, but truly terrible with his punishments. So Vulva was worried, but more for a certain little dragon then herself. Pet always meant well, but he just had a talent for...for devastation that was awe inspiring. The main problem was he always seemed to do it TO Hell, then against Hell's enemies. If it was the other way around then everything would be fine. But she'd stick up for him as best she could, as his owner and Mistress she did have certain 'rights' when it came to another demonkind punishing him. For one thing she could invoke the owner's right to accept punishment in lieu of the slave. It wasn't done very often, but she'd made up her mind. She'd have a better chance of surviving anyway. She wouldn't tell him that though.
As I entered the part of the complex with My Mistress's private office and living quarters I was nervous, so far I wasn't even sure anyone was even there. There was no sound, it was deadly quiet. That either meant no one was home, or she was waiting to ambush me before I could get away. Well, if no one was there I'd hide behind the bed until she showed up. If she was there I'd take what I had coming to me. When I reached the main office and stuck my head around the door she was sitting at her desk, and I'd known she was there as I'd smelled her. Crouching low to the floor I crawled to the side of the desk, and cringing, waited for the blows to start.
Vulva looked up as Pet crawled in the door, but didn't do anything else. She'd heard, and smelled him, approaching. As he reached the desk and started groveling she got up and put a hoof on his head, and raised her whip for a blow, then hesitated. Then she lowered the whip.
"Why Pet, Vulva hissed softly, why did you disobey your Mistress? You know how I felt. That bitch tried to take you away from me."
Of all the things she could have done that was the worst. I'd have preferred she beat the living crap out of me, instead of letting me know how much I'd disappointed and hurt her, I could hear it in her voice. That hurt me far worse than any physical pain could have. My body heals a lot faster than my feelings, and I hated myself for causing My Mistress pain like that, she felt I'd betrayed her even though I didn't see it that way. I reached up and gently gripped My Mistress's leg, keeping her hoof on my head in willing subjugation.
"I'm sorry Mistress, I hissed, she was so lonely. All she wanted was to have someone to talk to, to care about her. I know what that's like. I was like that until you saved me and gave me a home. I just couldn't leave her there, all alone. And did you know Vulk was her life mate? They're together now, and happy, and she'll never bother us again. Please, punish me, but not the others. They didn't know what would happen. And I had no idea the volcano would blow up like that."
Vulva started to raise the power whip again, but then just threw it on top of the desk, and with a weary sigh sat back down. She could sense Pet's surprise, and said,
"Oh Pet, you never mean to cause any trouble, so punishing you wouldn't do any good. And you mean well, but you should realize by now that nothing in Hell turns out the way you think it will; it's HELL. I'm tired Pet, and worn out, and Great Lord Ba'al is on his way here, probably to add us to his impressive rug collection."
"Great Lord Ba'al?! I hissed in terror, how the HELL did he find out!?"
"How do you think? Vulva hissed, half the volcanoes in Hell blew their tops, and we've been getting inquires and complaints from Heaven AND the Vatican, not to mention half the powers of Hell! It has well and truly hit the fan! We are really in for it."
I rubbed my head against My Mistress's legs, and said, "I don't care who it is, I won't let anyone hurt you. It's all my fault anyway, you didn't even know anything about it."
Vulva gave a tried smile as she scratched at the base of one of Pet's horns, and the dragon started crooning. She knew all his itchy spots so well. She also knew he would fight for her if she let him, and the problem would be keeping him from doing it anyway if he thought she was in danger. He had not hesitated to attack foes that were far more powerful in the past in the performance of his duties as her familiar and protector, and he always gave a good account of himself, or in some surprising instances even won. He was terrifying in his demonic rage, and she was always so proud of him. But if he tried to defend her against Great Lord Ba'al's judgment it would just make things worse.
"Oh Pet, Vulva said, what am I going to do with you? What are we going to do when Great Lord Ba'al gets here?"
"I know some good hiding places. I hissed, maybe he'll calm down in a couple of hundred years."
Vulva hissed in amusement as she pulled his large head into her lap and hugged him, the dragon hissing in pleasure. "Oh Pet, she said, I'm half tempted! What would I do without you?"
"Probably not get in so much trouble." I hissed, and we both hissed in laughter as I rubbed my head against her beautiful breasts. How I loved My Mistress.
Great Lord Ba'al stood waiting on top of an outcropping of wind blasted rock as the IFL patrol arrived and took up positions along the crest. He'd had a talk with the surviving scouts when he arrived; they'd been overjoyed to see him, and according to the NCO in charge the black shadow had grown over the last few hours. He looked at the thing, and it looked like just that, a black shadow. But it moved, tentacle like feelers probing the area around it.
Capitaine Moulder walked up to the huge demon lord and gave a crisp salute; though technically he outranked the demon as Ba'al had put himself under Legion command for the coming action. But still, best to be respectful, demonkind were touchy that way.
"It does not look like much, Great Lord." Capt. Moulder said.
"If it is what I think it is, Ba'al replied, it is much worse then you could possibly imagine. Keep your troops at a distance. This will be a long range battle; we cannot let it come in physical contact if at all possible. What are your plans, Capitaine?"
Capt. Moulder gave a brief smile, "We will deploy our heavy weapons, our spell casters will prepare, and we will blow it back where it came from."
"Direct and brutal, Great Lord Ba'al replied, I knew you wouldn't disappoint me Captitaine. Very well, my spell casters and weapons will add their power and fire to yours, and the fire drakes will make a pass or two. When you are ready, let us know."
"Oh, but we are ready, Capt. Moulder replied. We have been for some while."
Ba'al turned and looked at the Legion positions, and as the officer had said all the weapons were dug in and ready, and the magic users had their wands and other paraphernalia required for more complex spells prepared. He was impressed; it had only taken a few minutes. He approved of efficiency.
"Excellent, Great Lord Ba'al said, you may fire when ready, my demonkind will join in."
Even Ba'al had to shade his eyes as intense power filled the air as power lances of various levels of energy blasted the cliff face, joined by various destructive offensive spells. Even the individual power lances were powerful, but the crew served larger ones were devastating. And with the added firepower of his own entourage and spell casters the concentration of demonic fury should have leveled the mountain the cliff face fronted. After several minutes the firing died down and stopped.
Vulva moaned as Pet gently thrust into her, his fangs in her neck as he serviced her from behind. She was so tired, and had needed this so badly. Any demon could have fucked her, but Pet made love to her, and that was the difference. No one else could make her feel quite like this. She hissed and clawed at the silk sheets on her bed as he sped up his thrusts, his own hisses of pleasure filling her ears. When his nether tongue slid out of her well stretched sex and starting rubbing and caressing her clitoris she gave a soft squeal of ecstasy. She had her tail coiled around one of his legs to help keep them steadier, and the tip of his own tail was entwined with hers, their normally hard bards soft and sensitive and they caressed one another, and so far as tail sex went it couldn't get any better. She'd been fairly passive at first, but as the pleasure became excruciating she began to buck and arch under him, but he kept her firmly pinned, snarling softy as he thrust faster and faster, and when she orgasmed Vulva screamed from her intense sexual release,
"URRAAAGGGHHHH, PEETTTTT!! HISSSS-SSSSSS!"
I kept My Mistress pinned as I mated with her, taking her long and slow as I knew she needed the gradual release, she was so horribly tense. It probably wasn't necessary for me to bite her neck; I was large enough to keep her pinned regardless, but I knew she liked it, and it was such a turn-on for something like me. I sped up and slowed down, my nether tongue busy inside her sex, as I hissed and snarled from my own intense need and pleasure. I loved My Mistress with all my dark heart and soul, and making love to her was my most favorite of all things. Nothing made me happier then when she wanted my services. So I drew it out for an incredibly long time, until I knew I couldn't hold back much longer, and from her sobs of ecstasy I knew she was ready for that final release. And as we both shuddered and writhed in sexual bliss I threw my head back and roared my love for My Mistress.
As the smoke and dust cleared Ba'al and the others eyes strained to see through the thinning haze. Then there were curses, hisses, and snarls of disbelief as they saw the shadow was still there, and even the cliff face it emerged from had only sustained moderate damage.
"RELOAD!" Capitaine Moulder ordered.
"No, wait. Ba'al said, if our weapons had no effect once, I doubt they will again. Unless I'm mistaken that cliff is pure helliron, our 'friend' picked a good place to break through into our realm. Have the troops pull back, I will see what I can do personally."
As the troops fell back to a respectfully distance Ba'al slowly approached the writhing darkness. He stopped a fair distance away, and lacing his fingers together he flexed and cracked them. His muzzles and snout smiled as a chant started behind him,
"Ba'AL! Ba'AL! BA'AL! BA'AL!" Growing to a loud roar.
He threw up a hand and the chant stopped, and there was dead silence. Even the winds of Hell seemed to die down in anticipation. He examined the thing before him again; flexed and cracked his fingers to limber them up, then he lowered his heads and began to chant as he made motions with his fingers, his voices deep and sonorous, the words forgotten as soon as they were uttered. The very air began to shimmer as the power slowly built, his voices slowly getting louder and louder until they were a roaring thundering force that caused all that heard to cover their ears in pain; more than a few mercifully passing out. Finally he raised his heads, and with a final bellow he activated the spell, and pointing his hands at the target he activated it, and staggered as the beam of power left his open palms. The cliff face vanished in a flash of light so intense it cast shadows miles away, and there was a peal of thunder.
For Ba'al to be astonished was rare, but as the smoke cleared to reveal the cliff face still partially intact, and the shadow; though noticeably smaller, still present, he did indeed feel astonishment. That blast would have knocked an Archangel on his Holy butt, or turned even the most powerful demonkind into dust. It had clearly hurt and stunned the shadow, but not destroyed it. Then as he watched the shadow suddenly surged, growing larger quickly until it was even larger than it had been before, and small pieces of it broke off and began to flow over the ground, and what looked like grey semi-transparent bubbles formed and drifted slowly away from its body. It was counter attacking!
Thought they had only coupled once Vulva was spent, the sex had been even better than usual. There was something different about Pet, but she couldn't quite put her claw on it. But whatever it was she approved. They had collapsed on the bed, Pet for once managing NOT to set it on fire, and she was snuggled up next to his hard scaly body, one of his powerfully arms draped across her chest. She felt protected and content, which was an unusual feeling for her. She gently rubbed his chest and he hissed softly. She was ready for whatever would come now.
Lisa had managed to swallow Carl's reptilian cock and was sucking hungrily on it while his long forked tongue plunged the depths of her stretched wide pussy in a most delightful way; being chained up and whipped had really turned them both on. While it had most definitely hurt, it had also stimulated them as well. Demonkind feel pain in a way different from mortals, it does hurt, but can also be pleasurable in an almost sexual way. They'd both had several very nice orgasms, and Carl's cum was quite delicious and he seemed to have an endless supply. This was the first time she'd had sex with the red Hell lizard; reptiles really weren't her thing, and despite the awkward position she was enjoying herself immensely, that lizard really knew how to use his tongue! And from his hisses of pleasure as he came in her mouth again she knew he was also pleased. So of course someone had to come along and ruin things.
Carl looked up as a security demon entered the torture chamber, and pulled his tongue out of Lisa's seemingly bottomless; and quite yummy, pussy with a loud slurp.
"What the HELL do you want?? Carl hissed, can't you see I'm BUSY eating pussy? Dumbkopf!"
"M-Master, S-sorry, the demon hissed, but there's something you should see! In the sky to the West!"
"Well, don't just stand there like a geistesschwacher, bringt MICH herunter!" Carl hissed in exasperation. This had better be good! He'd been having such a nice time.
As soon as the demon had undone his manacles Carl flipped right side up, and turned and ran out of the chamber, the security demon right behind.
"Um, hello, Carl??" Lisa called. Damnit!
A minute later a goat-lizard demon passed the door, then turned and came back as he saw the pretty Hell bat in her rather...compromising condition. Lisa squirmed a little, but the chains just rattled.
"Hey, let me loose!" Lisa squeaked.
The demon entered the room, a smile on his muzzle. "Now I don't think the Mistress would like that, he bleated, but I can keep you company until she decides what to do with you. Baa-aaaaa! Open wide!"
Lisa sighed as she opened her mouth to swallow the demons rampant erection, and gave a muffled squeal of pleasure as his tongue licked over, and then into, her still wet and ready pussy. Oh well, she thought, as she started to tongue and suck the cock in her mouth, beats just hanging around, and he does have a nice cock. Mmmm.
Ba'al bellowed at Capt. Moulder, "Keep firing, but pull back! We're going to need reinforcements! The Capt. yelled something back, but Ba'al couldn't hear it in the din of battle. He turned, and with a gesture blasted something that was staggering toward him. It had been a Legionnaire until one of those things had taken over the poor demons body and turned it into a mindless extension of the shadow. But at least they could destroy those slithering patches of darkness, and the bubble floating in the sky.
The bubble were deceptive, they seemed to float at random driven largely by the wind, but if a demonkind; or animal, came close they would suddenly swoop and envelope it. The things on the ground did the same, moving very swiftly. They would seep into the bodies of their terrified victims, seemingly sucking their souls out of them and leaving nothing but a shell possessed by the darkness that had destroyed them, but Ba'al knew better, their souls were just helpless, unable to resist the darkness filling them. And though clumsy they could still move, and would attack the nearest unaffected living creature. It was chaos, pure chaos. Sometimes the possessed would return to the main mass of darkness and be absorbed without a trace, seemingly to become part of it. Better they be destroyed completely, then become part of chaos.
"Capt.!!" Ba'al called, as they reached a seemingly safe distance from the heaving mass of darkness, and finally managed to establish a line and hold it against the bubbles and patches of darkness.
"Yes, Great Lord?!" Capitaine Moulder replied, saluting.
"I must fly to report this and gather a host! Send all your couriers to every Legion post or domain you can, tell them to bring EVERYTHING they have under the order of Great Lord Ba'al! And in the meantime you MUST hold here, as long as you can! My guards and entourage will remain at your command; I take only my own drake."
"Yes Great Lord!" Capt. Moulder replied. Some might have thought the Great Lord was running away, but Moulder knew better. Only a demon lord of his power could gather a host with no opposition or question. And in the meantime the Legion would do what it did best, and hold until relieved.
Carl hissed as he watched the sky in the West, he could see flashes of light, and hear dim rolls of what sounded like thunder, but it never rained in Hell. He knew the sounds of battle when he heard them, and from the intensity it was one HELL of a battle. He ran his forked tongue over his fangs in anticipation; good, it had been too long since he'd led troops into combat. He stood for another minute, tail lashing, then turning to the other demonkind who were also watching the display, he hissed,
"The Domain is on full alert! Carl hissed, I want every demonkind in the militia and security detachment in full combat armor in fifteen minutes, and I want every defensive position manned! Close the main portals! Schnell, Eile!" Then with another hiss Carl turned and scampered down the domains tunnels as fast as he could towards the Mistress's quarters.
Lisa looked up as Carl ran past the door to the torture chamber. "Krl, mppfff, leme dwn! Mpffff!!" But the goat demon was too busy eating her pussy to notice as the red lizard ran by. Oh well, Lisa though resignedly, and started sucking again, then squealed as the demon's tongue brought her to another nice orgasm, the demon slurping happily.
Pet jumped up with a roar; then squealed as his head hit the ceiling and he bit his tongue, as Carl barged into the bedroom hissing loudly. Vulva gave a roar of her own, and almost cast a spell before she recognized the Hell lizard.
"CARL, WHAT THE FUCK!!??" Vulva hissed, you know better than that, I almost fried your scaly ass! And Pet might have torn you apart!"
Carl eyed Pet, who was running around in a circle holding his tongue, and hissed "I doubt that Mistress, but you must come! Something is happening!" As he spoke the general alarm klaxon's began to sound.
Vulva followed Carl as he ran through the domain; Pet close behind whimpering and still holding his tongue. As they passed the torture chambers none of them noticed Lisa.
"Eeeyy, mfftt, wud goin un?? MUMFFFF!!" Oh well, slurp,slurp, Lisa thought.
Vulva stood in the smaller access door inset in the portals main massive door and watched the light show in the sky. As Pet came up behind her she stepped to one side to let his squeeze through the smaller door. Then they both stood with Carl and watched.
"Wow, I said, Wud's gonink on?" My tongue was still painful.
"Battle, big one, Carl hissed. Heavy weapons, lots of them."
"And magic, Vulva said, I can feel it. But there's nothing out there but sand and sand worms."
"Yah, Carl said, but they are fighting something. Do you think it is a takeover of a domain? Mistress?"
"Doubtful Carl, Vulva hissed, there are only a few widely scattered domains out that way, and of course the IFL outposts. But even when they need to eradicate a large build up of sand worms or other vermin I'll never seen anything like this."
"What do we do, Mistress?" Carl asked.
"It's good you put the domain on full alert, Vulva said, until we find out what's going on it stays that way. No one in, or out, unless absolutely necessary. I need to get on the PC and find out what the HELL is going on, and send any couriers straight to me."
"Could it be Heaven, Mistress?" I asked.
Vulva chewed her lip thoughtfully, and then said, "No Pet, I doubt that, it would be a wider spread attack, and we would feel it. No, this is something else. Now come on, we need to get busy!"
But first they stood and watched the distant unseen conflict raging for awhile longer, the flashes of light and distant rumbles seeming to come closer and grow louder. Then they turned and entered the domain, sealing the heavy doors behind them.
The End
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