An Infernal Revival
The Infernal Revival
It was a temperate October night, if it wasn't for the crispness of the air you would think it was still summer. A few children play in the leaf piles scattered through out the neighborhood, ignoring their parent's calls to go inside. A large black surveillance vehicle screeches around the corner, nearly hitting one of the children.
"Watch it, idiot! We are not out to kill innocents!" hisses a king cobra naga banging her sniper rifle at the driver.
"So-sorry Ma'am," stammers the nervous private.
A world-weary bat looks down at his watch. "It's 22:15, we don't have time to drive nicely," he snaps as his knobby knuckles grip his shot gun. Burn and fang scars can be seen along the exposed parts of his skin. "We have to stop that ritual ... " He trails off as his eyes glaze over.
{A younger bat stood fully cloaked in his room. He bent down marking a large sigil on the grou nd in rat's blood. "The ritual calls for virgin blood of your species, but this is close enough," he mistakenly muttered. He finished haphazardly casting the circle thinking it was good enough. "Zaaasss ... suuurr ... na aatazshi ..um come forth! I call you forth from the ..... abyss! .. gah can't read that.... Come to me! I demand you! Be my slave!" The young bat stumbled through the ritual, doing everything wrong from mispronouncing the demon's name to demanding it to be a slave, he was ill prepared. A portal opened and out stepped a massive spider demon. "Who so foolishly tries to control me?" the demon bellowed.
"Tis I, Zthurau, you're new master" he asserted.
"Master?" the demon chuckled as he approached the little bat. He picked up the bat in his forceps and began to chew on him.}
"Zthurau!" a concerned voice mews, placing a paw on his leg. Zthurau shakes off the memory and looks over with a look of fear in his eyes
The black cat looks at Zthurau with concern. "What happened?"
"Nothing Spyrael," he replies wiping at his face.
"It's the botched ritual memory," a frank voice comes from the back of the van. A cloaked bengal cat-girl looks up at Spyrael, "it hits him every time we're going to a possible portal opening."
"Sasha! Must you be so insensitive all the time?" Kismet asks, her eyes flashing with disapproval.
"Calm down puppy, was just stating a fact," Sasha says in a matter of fact tone.
"I am not a puppy!" growled the Australian Shepherd.
"Ladiessss!" hisses Sanguina, "rnussst we fight amongst ourselves? Let ussss ssshhhhow some dignity." Sanguina raises up in a regal fashion.
The van pulls up to a nice upper-middle-class home. "Let's go!" squeaks Zthurau, slamming the door open, "Squad A deploy!"
The squad jumps out of the van and quickly into formation The silence of the night broken by the crash of the front door. The squad piles into the home. "Upstairs! I can sense it," Zthurau yells. The squad storms up the stairway, "Here!" Zthurau steps aside as Spyrael smashes his tall muscular frame into the room door.
"Freeze!" Spyrael demands, pointing his issue assault rifle at a young fox frozen in terror. The other squad members flood into the room. Sanguina uses her telekinetic abilities to bring the kit to his knees, knocking over his altar.
"You are in violation of MCI sanction 669.33" Kismet informs the kit while pulling out electrified bindings, "practicing magick in an abusive man ... "
"Stop! He's just a kit! He's not hurting anyone!" The kit's mother frantically flails trying to get in between the squad and her son.
Sasha uses her monk spade to press the mother hard against the wall, "Calm down ma'am, don't make this any harder than it has to be," she warns with an electrical arc at the end of her spade. The mother freezes for a moment, staring at the arc before trying to push free.
"Enough of this!" Zthurau squeaks, "Out of my way!" He pushes through his team and shoots the kit.
His mother shrieks and bursts out of Sasha's grasp, empowered seeing her son's body hit the floor lifeless. She forces her way into his room, hitting the floor to hold the bleeding corpse of her son. "He was just doing his prayers!" She sobs "All he could do was control plants, he wasn't a threat to anyone!"
The team stands silently in shock for what feels like hours before leaving quietly. Kismet glares at Zthurau and growls, "He was just an innocent pup." She turns and walks out to the van.
Zthurau stands emotionless looking at the mother before shooting her as well. Turns, muttering as he leaves, "anyone who produces such a freak shall not produce more."
The sun rises over a swamp thick with Cyprus trees. A small MCI recon team of wolves presses deeper into the forest through the murky waters. The trees start to look decayed and diseased the closer to the center they get. A distant snarl echoes in the air. The team looks anxious as they press forward, the trees turning dead. Disfigured beings, barely recognizable from their former selves, stand menacingly as silent guardians of the ancient dragoness's lair. A chill runs down the team mernbers' spines as another loud snarl comes from deeper in the swamp.
The ancient dragoness, decrepit and bony, is in the throws of passion with a zombie dragon she rose from the depths of the swamp for her own personal use. His rotting flesh barely hanging on his bones while he thrusts into her. As soon as they near climax, he freezes and his penis grows spiky. She decides to keep going the few more thrusts she needs to finish. She roars as she climaxes, spurting a mixture of blood and cum over his statuesk form. She looks around for the one who froze her play thing. Her form thin and shriveled. Bones stick out through her leathery skin, giving her a mummified look. She turns around to face the frozen zombie, every step creaking each of her four legs. She slowly unfurls her large wings and breathes in, his life-force going into her maw. As she reduces him to dust, her skin plumps out,
regaining her muscular figure. Her greenish hued scales glistens as she walks to the mouth of her lair to find her apprentice laughing. 'What was that about Ena?" she growls lowly.
Ena looks down with a devious glint in her eye. "Sorry Mistress," she half-heartedly apologizes. She is much smaller than her ancient mistress, but just as mischievous.
The team hears the roaring of the dragoness and freezes in place. 'Who are we going to investigate?" the newest member of the team asks.
"Kerajah, an huge dragoness who's so old no one is quite sure how long she's been around. She's a master of necromancy and we need to make sure she isn't raising an army to take over the city. She can be ... tricky" the team leader warns, "Keep moving!" He presses the team forward.
Kerajah stands looking over Ena's curvy black hide. Ena uses a wing to brush her red mane behind one of her curled horns. Kerajah smirks a bit shaking her head a bit. "Go work on your flesh crafting," she commands. Ena nods, pounces into the sky and flies off to do her studies. Kerajah goes back in to her lair.
Ena lands in the heart of her army of grotesque statues. She looks around for one to work with , finding none that need tweaking. She raises up on her rear haunches, muttering an incantation. Her claws glow with power as a tree starts to die off. A long dead soldier crawls out of the water. It stands before her all bone. She breathes a sigh of disappointment as she works her wrists twisting it's bones until it's no longer recognizable.
"Freeze!" a voice growls from the woods. She stops and looks behind her seeing the small team of wolves. She smiles and bellows a sickening roar bringing the team to their knees. Hearing the warning cry, Kerajah emerges from her lair. She flies over and lands gracefully despite her large size.
She looks down on the team and inquires with a growl, "why do you trespass into my territory? Don't you know that's a penalty of death?" Her head lowers till her maw is just a meer foot from the team leader.
"We're M .... M .... MCI" the wolf stammers then clears his throat, "we're here to make sure you are not practicing your necromancy." He stands up straighter trying to take an assertive posture.
"And exactly how are you going to stop me?" Kerajah inquires with a toothy grin. Decayed slime dripping from her fangs as she awaits an answer. 'That's what I thought," she half chuckles as she turns to return to her lair. "Ena, show our guests the fullest extent of our hospitality."
"Certainly Mistress, I thank you for the live company," Ena responds as Kerajah flies off. She turns to the shaking wolves, beaming a deathly grin. With the wave of a wing the team freezes in place. She manipulates their blood to get them into position before starting work on the flesh crafting. The team can't even scream out in pain from their bones breaking and repositioning. Once she is satisfied with the look of each she breathes a greenish fog. Their bodies turn lifeless as the trees come back to life.
The next day at MCI headquarters, squad A sits in the break room. "Anyone see the recon squad?" Spyrael asks eating his seafood sandwich. The rest of the squad looks up from their lunches and shake their heads.
"Squad A report to the ready room," a crackly voice echoes in the break room. Everyone grudgingly shoves the rest of their lunches into their maws before rushing to the ready room.
They arrive to see the command unit muling over a map with Zthurau. The General looks up and barks, "Get over here no time to lose!" The team snaps to attention and hurries over to the table.
"What's going on Sssssir?" Sanguina hisses, "isss there word from the recon team?"
"We lost contact with them yesterday morning, they were supposed to be checking on Kerajah." he responded.
"Sir if I may interject," Zthurau squeaks impatiently, "there are more pressing matters at hand." He points at the map.
"Right," the General acknowledges, picking up a pointer. 'We have reports of extreme levels of activity from one of the largest demonoligist sects." He starts a slide show of recon photos. "Sources indicate that they are preparing to promote their priestess and start another faction."
"My gods," Kismet whimpers, lowering her tail. Zthurau grips the table in anger, making the team uneasy.
"As we all know," Zthurau reminds, "when a priestess ascends to infernal priestess they summon a demon for her to mate with. Which means we have no time to waste in preventing them from opening their portal."
"Do we know where the site will be?" Sasha inquires.
"No," the General responds. "And with the absence of our best recon team we can't get the intel we need." He brings up several photos of different locations. "We know it has to happen near water in a cave, these are the most likely areas. There are only three caves along the coast large enough to ho use a full sect and bring forth a high level demon."
'We have to move fast, the prime time to do it will be the dark moon," Zthurau warns looking at a calendar, "which is in three days."
The General clears his throat, "We will put all teams on this case, we must stop them. Keep an eye out for activity and locate their center."
"YesssssSsssir" Sanguina acknowledges, saluting the General. "OK ssssquad let'sssss get on thisssss". The squad salutes the General and their leader and disperses to get to the task.
"I hope they can find the location of that ritual in time," the General sighs.
"Me too .. " Zthurau's voice trails off. He shakes himself to attention, 'We will stop this. We will not stop till they are dead, or we are." He salutes the General and leaves.
"You summoned me?" A young black dragoness enters a large room accented with candelabras.
"Yes, come forth" A deep unworldly voice commands from under a dark hood. She nodded and proceeded to walk up to the set of throne like chairs. Blood red shimmers from her scales as she moves gracefully for a dragoness her size to the thrones. She bows then looks up at the infernal priest and priestess.
"Kha'thiqa, you know that you are next in line to start your own sect," he proceeds.
"Yes Priest Dakae," she humbly replies. Her eyes unable to stop staring at his spider-like legs that stick out from his robe.
"The time is now," he demands, "upon the next full moon we will summon your demon companion." He shifts in his seat to fold his many legs back under the robe.
The Infernal Priestess slides her tail over to Kha'thiqa, running it from her underbelly to her maw. "Don't be afraid dragonessss," she comforts with a hiss, "I have chosssen a ssssuitable mate for you."
Kha'thiqa's eyes trace the tail up till her eyes meet with her naga priestess. She smiles at the memories at her priestess' side. "Thank you Priestess Kaeyrah," she bows, "I'm sure I'll be pleased with the demon you chose for me."
Two days and six hours till the dark moon, the team sits in their room preparing. Kismet and Sanguina sift through surveillance photos and recon files. Sash a sits thumbing through her grimoire, planning which spells will be the best to use for the fray. Spyrael sits with a mortar and pestle mixing up his healing tonics with his ritual book near by full of healing spells and rites.
"All these files are giving me a migraine," Kismet complains.
"I got it!" Spyrael rushes over to her. He rubs his paws together, forming a white healing light. He starts to massage her shoulders while muttering a healing incantation under his breath. She almost immediately relaxes and leans back into him, looking up at the green eyes almost hidden by the section of white hair with a smile.
"Thank you," she says with a moan.
"Anytime!" he eagerly responds before going back to preparing his herbs and spells.
Zthurau storms into the room, "Anything yet?!" he demands with a shaky voice.
"Nothing yet ssssir," San.guina responds. "We have it narrowed down to thessse two cavesss," she continues handing him two files. "The lassst one didn't have the proper composssssition for the energy needed for the ritual."
Zthurau thumbs through the files. He shakes his head saying, "they would be far apart .... No time to waste get to checking around town, get surveillance done. We won't have enough time to check both that day."
"YessssSsssir" Sanguina salutes.
The sect is busy with gathering supplies for the ritual. Kha'thiqa nervously sits near a pool of water in her lair. She sits upon her hind quarters and performs a ritual. Dark mist fills the room as she is ushered into an in-between realm to contact her family.
"Decata," she starts as her grandmother appears, "I am worried."
"Why child?" her grandmother asks with a soft, yet stern voice.
"Cause I was hoping to mate with my own kind, not give spawn to the next sect." Kha'thiqa says while clawing at some of the mist.
"You still can, but this you must do in order to bring down the world." Her grandmother reminds.
"Yes decata" she lowers her head as the mist disappears.
Twenty six hours till the dark moon, Sasha and Spyrael sit going over their strategy. Zthurau comes in with a look of dread, "anything?"
Sasha and Spyrael lookup. Sasha replies, 'We've got the healing we'll need ready and almost worked out the spell strategy."
"Not what I wanted to know," he huffed
Spyrael sets down his ritual book. "Sir the others haven't come back yet, but so far nothing a s far as determining which of the two caves it is."
"We're not strong enough to split the team in order to secure both caves, not against a full sect," Zthurau muses. 'We'll have to guess right. .. " he turns and walks out.
"Are you ready?" Dakae asks as he intrudes into Kha'thiqa's lair.
"As ready as I will be sir," she responds with a nervous chuckle, rubbing her foreleg while she sits near the pool of water.
"I will help you relax," he says while walking over to her. He starts to take off his robe revealing his hideous hybrid body. Half naga, half spider demon was not an attractive combination. His would be attractive naga body had a spider thorax in the middle with long gooey legs. She shuddered at his appearance, turning away as he caressed her neck. "You know you have to do as I say," he say while he traces down her back. "Just allow me and make it easy for you."
She unfurls her wings grudgingly as he works his way around her. Upon getting to her backside, he grabs her with four of his legs, his cock throbbing against his sheath already. He moves her tail to the side and slips his hand into her. She groans a bit at the pressure and disgusting feeling of the legs. He wiggles his arm around a few times to get her loose and wet before inserting his full cock into her vent. He keeps her locked to him with his legs until he is about finished. She cums hard over his body as he pull s out to cum on her back. He leaves after being satisfied with taking advantage of his position.
Leaving Kha'thiqa to wash off, shuddering in the pool of water. "At least with my own sect I won't have to put up with that anymore," she snarls cleaning her scales off
Twelve hours till the dark moon, the full squad is in their ready room making the final preparations. Zthurau sits nervously in a corner, shaking from his memories of the last time he opened a portal. Kismet goes over and sits next to him, "Sir?" Zthurau sits frozen. She presses a little firmer, "Sir, we will stop them." He sits unresponsive still. She gets up and goes to a table to plan her strategy.
The General storms in "You must deploy now!" He yells, causing everyone to jump to their feet.
"But Sir," Zthurau protests, "we don't know which one is the right cave."
"Check them both," the General growls before slamming the door shut.
"You heard the dog ..... " Zthurau commands, "Move out!" The squad gathers their gear and heads out to the van. They pile into the van and speed off to the coast. 'We'll try the larger one first."
The sect gathers into the anti-chamber of Kha'thiqa's cliff-side lair. The minions kill a lamb and uses it's blood to paint their symbol on the floor. Once the blood dries they set up the altar and candles. Two walk around with burning incense sticks cleansing the space of all good energies as the rest continue with the ritual prep.
Kaeyrah slithers into Kha'thiqa's den, "All ready?" she asks.
Khat'hiqa looks back with a half smile. "Almost your Infernalness," she replies while preening.
Kaeyrah slithers over to the pool, adding the herbs needed for the ritual bath then reciting an incantation. "Here," she coaxes, "come for the ritual bath." Kaeyrah claps and the den fills with four lower female attendants. Kha'thiqa gets into the pool while the attendants wash over her scales with the sanctified water. Kaeyrah takes charge of bathing Kha'thiqa's muzzle almost motherly. "My little apprenticssseisss all ready for her own ssssect," she hisses softly while bathing Kha'thiqa's muzzle. "May your sect thrive and may you rule it with a firm fair claw."
"Thank you Priestess Kaeyrah," Kha'thiqa replies with a soft nuzzle. As soon as the bath is done, the attendants dry Kha'thiqa off and add the ritual adornments to her spikes, wings, horns, tail and legs. She becomes covered in silken veils, golden jewelry and many gems.
Kaeyrah gives the signal to disperse saying, "Rest up, ritual's almost at hand." She escorts t he attendants out of the room and back to ritual preparations in the antechamber.
Five hours till the dark moon, the van screeches to a halt. The team jumps out and storms the cave. They look around, finding nothing but cold stone. "Maybe they aren't here yet," Kismet says innocently.
"No preparation takes hours, they would be here .... " Zthurau corrects, "On to the next one!" The team piles back into the van and they head off to cave number two.
Kaeyrah and Dekae show up to Kha'thiqa's den to fetch her for the ritual. "We're ready," Kaeyrah chimes excitedly. Kha'thiqa emerges a sparkling, breath-taking beauty. The priests smile at the sight of her. The three of them move up to just outside the antechamber.
Three hours till the dark moon, the squad check the next cave only to come up empty handed .... they decided to drive the two hours it takes to get to the third cave they suspected it'd be in. Again they come up empty handed. "What now?" Spyrael asks.
Zthurau drops to his knees in disbelief. "I don't know," he says defeatedly.
The full sect stands around the circle with their personal demons next to them. One male and one female step forward to the altar. The male grabs the abalone shell and the censor before handing off the shell to the female. They walk around the circle counter-clock-wise cleansing the space and all the participants by bathing them in smoke and water before blessing the three priests. They return to the altar, places the items back where they go. The female returns to her spot in the circle while the male grabs a sword and walks to the mouth of the lair. He raises it high and declares, "All who would interfere with t his ritual die by this sword!" and stabs it into the ground. He returns to his spot in the southern point of the circle, grabbing another smaller sword on the way.
The minion behind him lights the fire pit while he raises the sword, drawing the invoking symbol of fire while saying: "burning flame of destruction, seal this chamber from outsiders." Fire flares for a second outside the mouth of the lair. He hands off the sword to the next member standing in the West.
She takes the sword, her minion lighting the fire pit behind her. She draws the invoking symbol of water with the sword while saying: "Chaotic abyss, rise up against any who would bother us." The waves of the ocean augment, spraying high into the sky. She hands off the sword to the member in the North.
He takes the sword. His minion lights the fire pit behind him while he draws the invoking symbol of earth with the sword while saying: "Stoic earth, close off the path to this lair to outsiders" The earth rumbles as a small landslide blocks all paths to the lair from the outside. He hands off the sword to the member in the East.
She takes the sword while her minion lights the fire pit behind her. She draws the invoking symbol of air with the sword while saying: "Galeful winds, whisk away any who would interrupt the rite." The wind kicks up outside the lair as she hands the sword to Dakae.
He steps to the center, raising both of his hands. He draws the invoking symbol of darkness exclaiming: "Darkness, shroud us from site of all!" A dark mist rolls in around the mouth of the lair while all lights in the city die out.
Kaeyrah slithers up to Dakae and together they invoke the main demon. "Zashrunatazshi! Great spider demon who helped bring life to this sect. We call you! Come forth! Witness the birth of another sect!" The antechamber rumbles as a portal appears in the center of the ritual space. One leg at a time the spider demon crawls out of the portal followed by his deformed humanoid top the bulbous spider body.
"Our Lord!" The sect exclaims while dropping to their knees and bowing to the floor.
Zthurau looks up and notices a funnel cloud forming over the ocean. ''That's the recurse to a portal, it's over there!" He jumps up and into the van. "Come on now! We might just make it!" The squad jumps into the van and they speed off towards the disturbance.
Kha'thiqa starts to tremble in fear at the sight of the massive spider demon. She stares at th e ground as she kneels, trying not to look at it.
"Pathetic mortals, arrise!" the demon commands, bringing everyone to their feet.
"Who is the maiden who will ascend to be an infernal priestess?" Kaeyrah and Dakae push Kha'thiqa forward. The demon leans down for a closer look, his mandibles inches from Kha'thiqa's scales.
She tries to stand firm and responds with as much strength as she can muster, "It is I, Kha'thiqa, who wishes to create my own sect to worship the demonkin."
The demon looks her over, touching her scales and soft mane. "Then become the altar and I will summon your demon. Priests! Prepare her!" Kaeyrah and Dakae help her onto the altar, making sure her veils lay perfectly smooth.
Kaeyrah walks around Kha'thiqa anointing her with oils and incense. Dakae holds up his sword, draws an invoking symbol and says "Infernal powers of the Abyss, come unto this vessel and fil I her with your dark energies!"
Kha'thiqa's back arches upwards as she fills with the swirling energies. Kaeyrah takes her chalice of wine and raises it high, "Demons of the Abyss, fill this chalice with your seed to bless the living altar with your darkness." She then rubs the liquid over Kha'thiqa's scales, annointing her with the blessed wine.
The spider demon raises up and hisses "Zek'andeth! Great Abyss Dragon! Lord of the Depthsl I call you forth to meet your bride!" The ocean begins to churn violently, the cave walls rumble with a bellowing roar from beneath the waves. "Zek'andreth!" The spider demon calls, "I present your bride, Kha'thiqa! She who will bare your offspring and bring demonkin forth into this world! Arise and come claim her flesh as yours!"
With a mighty bellow the beast arose from the ocean, spreading his six massive wings blacking the sky from the little light there was. His serpentine body was so long it seemed to not end. He lowered his delicate, yet deadly head down to the mouth of the cave.
The van speeds around the curving road along the coast trying desperately to stop the ritual. "What is that?!" Kismet yelps at the sight of Zek'andreth's emergence.
"This is worse than I had feared ..... Zek'andreth, the mighty beast of the sea. He is the most ancient of demons, some say the first," Zthurau responds in a low, fearful tone. He sits slumped in his seat, appearing to lose all hope.
Seeing his disheartened state, Sanguina raises up to rally the troupes, 'We may not sssurvive this misssssion, but it isss not our plassse to quit now. Thissss creature musssst not enter our world unchecked!"
"Aye!" the group says half-heartedly in unison. The squad sits staring at their supplies fearing it may not be enough.
The frills along his head vibrate in a mating display. His barbed feelers, forward jutting fangs, and four narrow eyes sparkle in the light blue light emitting from his luminescent lure. Six arm-like appendages extend, opening his chest cavity to reveal several long suckered tentacles. The tentacles emerge from his chest cavity, covered in slime, creeping towards Kha'thiqa. The tentacles feel over her flesh, starting with her tail, moving up to her throat. They wrap around her and pull her out to him.
She looked up at him with lust in her eye 'What a mate my priestess has chosen for me" she said under her breath looking over his form. He wrapped his multiple wings around her and descended into the ocean to take her to his grotto.
As the two descend the rest of the sect raises their voices joyously as they chant barbarous terms and dance wildly to the drums.
The squad pulls up to the cliff just as the last tendril of the demon is seen. They get out and storm towards the cavern, weapons drawn. The mist shrouds their sight, Kismet uses her ability to control nature to disperse the mist, revealing the cavern. Vines come up from the ground to entangle their feet, Kismet withers them allowing the squad to press on. They get to the mouth of the cavern as a wild wind kicks up causing a flame to turn into an inferno in front of them. Kismet struggles to change the wind's direction and speed to put out the inferno. Failing at this she commands the water to raise up and douse the flames. "Get into the cavern while I have it under control!" she yells at the squad.
The squad storms into the cavern to find the wildly dancing group. The sect keeps dancing, so far into trance that they don't notice MCl's intrusion. Zthurau points his rifle above the dancing members of the sect and fires off a few rounds, echoing in loudly in the cavern. The group snaps out of their trance, falling deathly silent as they stare at him. He stands strong, poised in an official stance, commanding "Per order of the Magic Control Investigation High Commander you are all under arrest and subject to destruction by flame You will come with us peacefully."
Dakae walks over to him with a laughing hiss, "Do you really think you can take all of us?" Dakae points at the spider demon, "Especially him?" He glares at the squad awaiting their response. The squad seems to shrink in fear at the sight of him.
The pair emerge in the abyss dragon's underwater lair. He lays Kha'thiqa on a large bed of sea vegetation, rumbling at her, his frills vibrating in his display. She lowers her head a little in a flirtatious fashion, rumbling back at him as she raises up. She steps forward until she is under his maw, then nips at it lightly. He continues to rumble at the nips, his feelers and tentacles running over her beautiful dragoness form. He opens his maw and gives her a lick from her wing base to her tail. She trembles in excitement at the lick. She returns the lick as best she can given their size differences. Her wings unfurl slightly to the side, allowing him better access to her back. He lightly nips down her back as his tentacles travel around to her vent. Her body quivers at the feel of the tentacles exploring before finally pushing into her, she snarls lightly at the sensation. He holds her down with one of his wing arms as his large tentacles pleasure her, a second one entering tightly to stretch her out for his cock. With the entrance of the second tentacle she succumbs to the first of many climaxes.
She winces in pain, but overjoys to see his cock peeking out from it's sheath. She reaches out as far as she can and gives the tip a lick. He groans a bit and lets her go enough for her to reach it fully. It was too big for her to fit her whole maw over but she did her best to lick and suck it. He snarls a bit as his pleasure rises, extending his full cock from it's sheath. She licks the length, allowing her tongue to play over it's full glory. She eagerly laps up the pre-cum that's starting to appear. He shudders at the feeling, mustering all the strength he can he repositions himself behind her.
She looks up at him before nibbling at one of the wing arms nearest her maw. He uses his rear wing arms to hold onto her hips as he flexes his cock at her already moistened vent. The sensation of his massive cock moving against her vent sends her into another orgasm, shooting hot fluid over it. He snarls at the warm wetness of his dragoness as he starts to insert his cock. At first he inserts his head and thrusts lightly a few times to further stretch her vent. Her tightness sends him into a heightened state of arousal. In this state he could no longer hold back his want to be inside her, he thrusts his cock full hilt into her. They both snarl loudly.
He continues to thrust, his tentacles caressing her as his wings hold her tight to him. She cums several more times before he does. He thrusts a few last times as his hits his climax, sending his seed into her with a massive roar. With each flex of his cock she cums again. He coils the rest of his body around her, as they lay still joined together. Both breathing heavily and licking over each other.
"You are too late, it is done." the spider demon announces, "You might as well just give up, your world will be over ran with demons once again, this time we won't leave any alive"
"There is still time, even if she did conceive already. The birth won't be for at least 10 months," Zthurau rebuttals.
"Aye but you have to find her first. Do not thing mere mortal that we will leave her in the open." the spider demon laughs.
"Squad! Attack!" Zthurau commands while raising his mini-gun at the demon. The spider demon opens a portal with a wave of one of his legs and steps through it, disappearing in an echo of laughter.
Dakae and Kaeyrah retreat further into the lair as their sect attacks the squad. A furry of demons and mortals advance upon the squad. Sasha lets off a mass area effect fire spell, which does significant damage to the sect. They retaliate with their spells of poison, disease and fire. Bullets scream through the air at the mass of demons.
Spyrael pulls the injured to the mouth of the cave in attempts to heal them, the wounds are piling up quicker than he can bandage them. He musters all the strength he can and emmits a group healing spell before collapsing from the energy drain.
Sanguina slithers her way to the back, fighting off any who would stop her. She uses her telekenetic powers to rip the heavy door from it's hinges. Dakae bursts in front of Kaeyrah, "You will not touch her!" he poses menacingly.
"I will, asss ssssoon as I rip your heart out," She calmly hisses. She raises up, hypnotically gazing into his eyes commanding his body to freeze. "Nnnniiiiizzzzaaaaaaa" she hisses as one of her arms extends out at his heart. He twitches in pain, the sinew and scales ripping as his heart gets pulled from his body.
"Dakae! My boy!" Kaeyrah cries out lunging for Sanguina. Sanguina turns to look, in a reflex motion she wraps around the attacking nagaess. The struggle, Kaeyrah biting into Sanguina's arms. Sanguina simply laughs for Kaeyrah was not a poisonous variety. She decides to end the struggle and bares her fangs into Kaeyrah's neck and coils tighter. A few final twitches later, she went limp.
"Ssssassssha come here!" Sanguina commands, laying the bodies together.
Sasha hears the command and with a final mass effect spell she powers to the back of the lair dodging bullets and demons. "Yes ma'am?"
"Burn these bodies so they won't regenerate," Sanguina commands while slithering confidently back out of the room.
"What bodies?" Sasha asks looking around.
Sanguina whips around in a confused panic to see the bodies gone. "Fuck!" She thrashes and rushes back out to the fight.
"Sanguina?" Sasha chased after her
"They regenerated already, the squad is in trouble," she answers while slithering quickly to the antechamber. They come upon a gruesome scene. Their companions lay dead at the feet of the priests and the spider demon.
"I warned you," Dakae replies as he goes to swallow Zthurau.
"Leave that one for me," the spider demon commands, "I should have eaten him when I had the chance years ago." He picks up Zthurau's corpse and eats him with a sickening crunch.
"You evil, filthy, " Sasha started
"Now, now, no need for compliments," Kaeyrah interrupts.
Finishing his meal the spider demon wraps Sanguina in his web and proceeds to feed on her. She desperately tries to fend him off using her telepathic powers, but he is too strong.
Kaeyrah slithers to Sasha, "I haven't had kitty in awhile." Sasha tries to run, but gets tripped by Kaeyrah's tail then wrapped. Kaeyrah ripples her grip on Sasha squeezing the life out of her. She happily eats her catch and leaves the rest of the sect to feed on the rest of the bodies.
The abyss dragon raises his head to look at Kha'thiqa as she lay in his coils. He gently pets her neck with his wing, rousing her from her sleep. "All is well my Infernal Priestess?"
She smiles and nuzzles him, "Yes my Dragon Lord." She wraps her long tail around his body as best she can. "I hope that in our sect I can see more of you than we did of our demon in my old sect."
"If you accept me as your mate you will never have to leave my side," he reassures with a tight embrace.
She is filled with love for him hearing those words. "What now mi'lord?"
"You will stay here in my protection till our clutch is born, then we can start working on building the sect." With that he coiled around her placing a wing protectively on her stomach. "For now rest."