the Plot and the Princess
#1 of Lusts of Faerun
As the massive, red-scaled Alruxus Kree strode into the conference room, his thick, muscular tail lashing about angrily, his razor-sharp mandibles oozing the acidic venmom of his race, the race of the Pit Fiend, he wondered why Nalsheth, High Priest of Tiamat, would interupt his...interrogation of Nincaled.
As he entered the chamber he encountered the source of his irritation, the massive red wyrm reclined on the stone floor, a cadre of servents pleasing his immeasurably large organ as he grinned comfortably. He couldn't help but stare for a moment before regaining his composure; the reptile's erection was almost as long as he was tall, a full ten feet.
"Greetings, Father Nalsheth. To what do I owe this dubious pleasure?"
The dragon laughed and the ceiling shook with the reverberations of his deep voice.
"Come, now, Kree. We have known each other for millennia. Surely you do not have to have such strict manners with me, hmm?"
"You are right. Why are you here, what do you want now?"
"Now, Kree, at least use some manners. I am here on...oooh, touch that spot again, would you...official business. Business of the Devine Queen, Tiamat."
"Of course you are," Kree responded, taking a seat and having a manservent bring forth drinks.
"Which is why you have taken the liberty to utilize my slaves for your own...purposes. Tell me how I can serve the Queen."
"First, how goes the building of the new temple? Are the Yuan-ti I supplied you with adequate as taskmasters?"
"More than adequate; they thoroughly enjoy their work and construction is ahead of schedule."
"Excelent, and the Drow scientists, how goes the research on the undead?"
"We have so far developed three new ways to developed undead soldiers, two of which create skeleton soldiers directly from living creatures."
"Ah, now that is interesting. You must keep me updated on the progress of that particular venture."
"Of course. Now, what does Tiamat desire?"
"Ah, yes, of course. There are new orders from the high council. Apparently there has been another coup and now the Ba'atzu Telenthal presides."
"Ba'atzu? I detest Ba'atzu. They are such uncivilized creatures, even if they are high ranking devils."
"Yes, I thought you would say that, but this particular Ba'atzu is a bit less...conservative than other members of his race. He has ordered the excecution of every living non-demon or non-devil working under you as soon as their particular tasks are complete."
"Why? I see no reason not to allow some of the stronger ones to enter military service."
"I share your point of view, but the Supreme Chancellor's word is law. You know this."
"Of course I know that. But, what if, hypothetically, something...untoward was to befall the Supreme Chancellor before he announces his heir, hmm?"
"You speak of treachery, my friend," the dragon replied, "Tread carefully, for this terrain is littered with pitfalls."
"I was merely wondering who would take command if such a dreadful thing were to occur."
"If the Supreme Chancellor were to die before naming a successor then rulership of the United Kingdoms of the Underdark would immediately shift to a joint venture between the leader of the main religious order, that would be me, and the most powerful military force, which you, yourself, control."
"Hmm, most interesting, wouldn't you agree, old friend?"
The dragon stared for a moment, thinking over the possibilities of rulership, even if he was to share the authority. Then he considered what might happen if they were discovered before their plan bore fruit, and shivered. The punishment for attempting to assassinate the Supreme Chancellor was castration, after which the wound was sealed before too much blood was lost, allowed to fester for a fortnight, then the offenders being drawn and quartered. All in all, a nasty way to die.
"You know the consequences, Kree, having witnessed them yourself."
"Yes, yes, but I have innumerable servants, any of which would leap into the pits of Hell if I so commanded."
"Hmm, this is true... But still, what if it were traced back to you and I?"
"It can't be. Do you see the collar around each slave's neck?"
"Yes, but what has that to do with anything."
The Pit Fiend grinned maliciously, causing his insect-like mandibles to drip more venom. It was eating a whole in the floor by now, releasing the sulfuric scent he was so fond of.
"Alrubsh," he said, gesturing to one of the slaves currently engaged with making Nalsheth comfortable.
Immediately the slave stopped her ministrations, grasping at her throat as smoke began to rise from beneath the collar. Within seconds her head was engulfed in pale blue flames. She fell to the floor, and when the smoke cleared a small bat-like creature was all that remained of her skull. It then flew away, screaming. The dragon decided to cease the others himself, and ate them in a single snap of his mighty fangs.
"What a devious invention."
"Thank you, I designed it myself. All my servants wear them."
"All of them? Even that Succubus demon you are so fond of, Nincaled?"
The look on the face of the Demon Prince turned more toxic than the green sludge seeping out of his maw.
"If you know what is good for you, old friend, you will never bring up that subject again. At least with such a lack of respect."
"Of course, my friend."
They both stood. Or rather Kree did, the dragon was so big he had to stay on his belly as he slunk over to the aerial entrance reserved for flying creatures such as himself.
"I will see you when you least expect it Kree."
"Then I will always expect it, Nalsheth," came the Demon's response.
The dragon's earlier comment had angered him greatly. No one, and that means no one, would pry into his personal life. He would let it slide this time, but if it occurred again the dragon would meet the same fate as his late father when he struck the lovely Succubus.
"My apologies, Kree," said Nelsheth as he took his leave.
When the Red was out of sight, the Pit Fiend allowed himself a moment of weakness and sighed. These meetings were always trying, but considering what was interupted it was especially aggravating. He and Nincaled had so few private moments anymore, the two hellspawn having to spend so much of their time on the building of the newest temple, or overseeing the Drow R&D, or this meeting, or that council, or those executions. Never a private moment to be had. But soon that would all change. When he ruled he would have all the time in the Underdark, and the surface world would come to know the wrath of a Pit Fiend-Emperor.
He went back to his chambers to find that Nincaled was still waiting, the sheer coverlet providing little more modesty than water.
"You have returned my lord," she said to him, her satiny voice curling around his waist like a smoky haze, warming him, as she dropped the coverlet, exposing firm, well shaped breasts in front, and a pair of bat-like wings behind..
"What news?"
He sighed again.
"There as been a coup. The new Supreme Chancellor is a Ba'atzu."
The look on her face changed to a mixture of disappointment and disgust.
"Ew, a Ba'atzu? Disgusting."
"Yes, and he's already giving orders. He has ordered that once all research and construction projects are completed all non-demons and non-devils be executed for use as undead soldiers."
"Well, you've never had a problem with executions."
"It's not the order; it's the one who gave it. I refuse to take orders from a stinking Ba'atzu."
"So let me guess; You and Nalsheth have plotted to assassinate him and take over in a joint rulership. Right?"
His violet eyes blinked in surprise.
"How do you do that?"
"We've been doing this for how many years now? After a while it gets easy to tell what you're thinking
and what you've been up to."
"Which is why I'd never dream of cheating on you."
"Yes, because you know I would make your life a living hell."
"As apposed to the...well, we wont go there. Just show me how you appreciate me, my love."
"Hmm, gladly my lord."
She climbed out from beneath the coverlet, her nethers moist with longing, revealing long, sinewy legs and cute, firm buttocks. She crawled forward slowly, teasing him the way he liked, watching his now erect length grow larger with each passing second. A sigh of exasperation and longing came forth, intermingled with the hiss that seemed constant when he wasn't speaking the Common tongue of Faerun. Finally, the lust-demon arrived at her destination and took his entire length into her mouth, her wings fluttering. She began to bob her head back and forth as he growled with pleasure.
As more and more of is meat slid down her throat he grasped the ox-like horns on the sides of her head and used them as handles, rocking his hips and forcing more of his length into her gullet. He clenched his teeth as he tried to keep the toxic acid from oozing out of his mandible-like fangs. As he neared his eruption, he reached down and caressed her ebony hair, his muscular, reptilian tail wrapping around her forked, devil-like one.
Finally, accompanied by a roar of pleasure, he exploded in her throat, the thick, white cum oozing out of her mouth, despite her attempts to swallow it all. She continued he ministrations and load after load of thick, ropey cum burst from him until he was brought to his knees. She cleaned him off with her tongue, though he was far too tired and spent to respond, and helped him lay down, moving up to his muzzle. She allowed his own forked, spine covered tongue to lash out and clean the warm, sickly-sweet cum from her face, before sharing a long, passionate kiss.
"Balthim shaz lemus, talkash sinthim aan, Kree," she said in the demonic language.
"Extan brosh lentas biil nortem salkintz, mel Kartos Banela," he responded with a guttural half-purr.
Roughly translated, it was, "The Overworld will know your eternal power, Kree."
And, "My power lives forever in you, my Dark Princess."