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The Pleasures of Duty

Part 2

For JCFoxman

By Draconicon

Even on a bed, Exia's curves would have given her trouble. Her boobs were as good as having a pair of pillows beneath her, and her shaft, when it decided to make trouble, could be firm enough to lift her from the bed as if she had a stick propping her up. Such things were annoying, but something that she had grown used to over time.

In mid-air, it was far worse, and the tendrils ravishing her made it worse still. She could feel the weight of the great globes on her chest, could feel the throbbing of her cock as several tendrils forced it to face downwards rather than point forward. Her sac felt as if it was being inflated from the inside-out, and she was concerned that it might be growing, as if the ghosts would make it that much worse for her.

The reptilian Beastrider growled deep in her throat, the Doryaan fighting the arousal that the ghosts were building in her. It was something wrong, something artificial, yet there was no denying the strength of the heat that they stoked in her depths. She could scream and squirm all she liked; they were still going to push her through it, and she still had to stand the trial to save her former student.

Exia turned her head, looking down at the crystal that restrained Kolteya over the altar in the depths of the temple. Her former student was still out of it, her mouth open, her back arched as if she was in the throes of pleasure. Doubtlessly, she had been, if she had gone through the same trials that she was going through right then.

"Ah!"

She gasped as one of the tendrils doubled-up with another, taking the time to open her sex that much further. The stretch was comparable to two shafts in her at once, opening her, stretching her, making her feel the pleasure of a woman beneath a man. She groaned under her breath, biting her lips, and she reached out for Kazra once more.

Her mount reached back, their minds touching as she held him for the stamina that he had, for the strength and courage that he had felt for her all these past years. That touch was enough to keep her from going over the edge again as her lower lips were parted again, and again, and again, each thrust driving her back towards the edge that she had already fallen from.

She hung from the tendrils of ghostly power, huffing every time that one of them moved. Whether it was the one that filled her rump, the pair that held her sex wide open, or the ones that were penetrating her nipples and shaft, it didn't matter. They were all driving her half-mad, and they were all intent on punishing her for merely stepping into the room.

I can hold out, she thought. I must hold out.

That was all she could do. If she could do that much, she could save Kolteya.

And then punish her herself.

More tendrils rubbed all over her body, some of them stroking down her spine, while still others were rubbing along her stomach and along her sides. Others still found her thighs, rubbing them where they were not squeezed by the restraining powers of the ghosts, and still others stroked along her soles and along her face. They ravished her, held her, refused to let her go.

Another thrust, particularly deep, and she gasped for breath. The tendril down her throat seemed to be joined by another, but her mouth was open so wide that she could hardly tell at first. It was enough to leave her tongue pinned, at the very least, to hold her aloft and leave her silent.

"Mmmph...ah...nnngh..."

She grunted and gasped against the spiritual gags in her mouth, her breasts swaying, her hips rolling every time that the tendrils moved. They stroked her, filled her, rocked her -

"MMMPH!"

And particularly filled her. The ones in front were plunging into her boobs, thrusting into them, stroking her insides. They made her breasts that much bigger every time that they plunged through her nipples, and she swore that everything was going to be bigger by the time they were done.

In and out, in and out, each time making her gasp for more, each time making her shudder as her juices started to flow freely. Both her sex and her shaft were oozing now, the former with clear fluid, the latter stained blue with the light of the ghosts.

"You like it..."

"You will fail."

"Let us hold you."

"Let us keep you."

"Let us break you."

"Let us make you."

The ghosts were all perverts, and she had known that as soon as they got their tendrils on her. They wanted nothing more than the chance to break her down, to leave her broken by the pleasure, to let her become like Kolteya. They wanted her to be their next prisoner, the next part of their collection.

They would not have her like that. She would not let them have her.

So, Exia Ironsoul rolled in the tendrils, letting them turn her, twist her, move her as they saw fit. She was the warrior, and this was her fight.

Thrust, thrust, thrust went the tendrils from behind, the ghostly things barely there, enough to tease, but leaving a tingle behind every time that they touched her inner walls. It was so different from the physical shafts of the real world, so different and wrong, and yet, so pleasurable in their own way.

In, out, in, out, leaving a pleasurable tingle, almost an itch, but one that built on itself. The pleasure, the sensation like a shock as it built up, zapping her inner walls and reminding her of the pleasure that she would have when she went over the edge again. It was there, it was building her up once more to the collapse into orgasm that was right around the corner.

No, no, not again. I will hold...I will...hold...

Her body was coated in a shine. Not sweat, but some sort of touch that lingered from the ghosts and their tendrils. They wrapped around her, coiled about her middle. Several pushed her forward, almost making her arch her back again, while another held her by the side of her neck, pulling her head back to make the arch that much more dramatic.

Another thrust, another hard push. The tendrils in her rump and sex were getting faster, firmer, harder. They were not having as much mercy as they had been, and neither seemed willing to slow down any longer.

In fact, they were speeding up. She could feel her pucker stretching and closing, stretching and closing, never getting used to the rapid pace that was assaulting her backside. It was constantly pounding at her, opening her up, but the ghostly nature meant that it never stayed open. She never got used to it, so each one was as breathtaking as the first.

Between her legs, the double pair had lost their rhythm, pounding in and then pulling out, as if she had two lovers worthy of her that were competing to see who could last longer than the other. They tingled in her, zapped at places, almost like lightning striking her pleasure points, leaving her gasping again and again.

In her mouth, the fourth tendril was hard at work, thrusting forward, fucking her face, opening her throat up. She could feel it, almost see the glow that was coming off of her neck, and she knew that it had to be far down indeed if it was making that much of a disturbance. In, out, in, out, the thrusts continued, rocking her back as the other ones rocked her forward.

Every thrust, every bounce, made her boobs and her cock thrust and fuck themselves on the tendrils below her. They were constantly getting fucked, constantly getting opened up. The rough pace was making it impossible to see it as a mere ravishing any longer. This was an out and out rut, something that the ghosts were taking advantage of.

"Roll her."

"Show her."

"Like a streetwalker..."

The reptilian warrior was rolled on the spot, made to face towards the ceiling as the tentacles sped up that much more, ramming into her over and over and over again. Each time, she gasped for air. Each time, she shook from head to toe at the assault on her body. A most pleasurable assault, yes, but still, an assault.

In and out, in and out, without mercy they went. She was forced to arch her back again, to feel the tendrils slamming into her depths, to feel her legs pulled apart.

Another orgasm was on the rise, and it was only through her bond with Karza that she had not gone over a dozen times already. She was huffing, puffing, her shaft oozing past the ghost tendril inside of it, her sex dripping around the tendrils in it to the floor below. She curled her toes in bliss, her eyes rolling back in their sockets.

"Give in."

"Break."

"Become ours."

They were relentless, never giving her a moment to catch her breath, never slowing down or giving her ease. There were many other tendrils around her, some slapping her rump, others forcing themselves between her breasts. Still others wrapped around them, squeezing them as if they were fleshy toys, and others were pulling at her face, trying to make her suck and swallow around still other ghostly things.

And finally, she came again.

Exia arched her back hard, her spine popping twice as she screamed in pleasure. Her legs spread wide, her toes pointed, her eyes rolled back in their sockets. She could feel the bolts of pleasure running from her feminine sex up to her shaft, and then all the way up her spine towards the top of her head before shooting right back down. She didn't know how to take it, knew she had to.

Up, down, and explosion as she came. Her climax rippled through her, her seed flying from her shaft to the floor. The ghostly appendages meant nothing in their place, did nothing to slow her down. All she did was cum, and cum, and cum.

The squirting from both holes soaked her thighs and her belly, and she was panting as the tendrils slowly pulled back. They started to push at her again, to form a cage around her, but Exia only smiled.

"Is that...is that all you have?"

The tendrils paused, and she knew that the ghosts had thought her beaten. They thought that they had made her lose out with the second orgasm, and perhaps, if she had been a man, they might have been right.

As it was, she was Exia Ironsoul, and that meant that she was better than she looked.

Instead of thrusting herself away, she spread her legs still further, allowing her holes - no longer spread by the tendrils - to be displayed. With the touch of ghosts, they still appeared unsullied, though she could feel them shaking, clenching, clamping.

"You think that I will be finished off that easily? Then try again. Show me what else the ghosts of this temple have?"

"You...you are not finished?"

"You have not been beaten?"

"But you finished..."

"A woman may finish a great many times before she is satisfied," the warrior said, narrowing her eyes at the ghostly lines in the air. "And if you know what is good for you, you will either surrender, or you will continue until I am. Otherwise...you will find yourself in a much worse position."

She knew that they would take that as a threat to rut them to death. Perhaps, some other time, if the opponent was living, she'd be tempted. There were times when her libido ran away from her and she was a bit less than good to the others around her. At the same time, this was not that time. She needed to put them in their place, get her student, and leave.

The ghosts conferred with one another, then slowly lowered her to the earth. They retreated quickly, leaving the room dim, then dark. The only light came from the crystal, which still rotated slowly at the far end of the room.

Shaking her head, Exia snapped her fingers. Karza came to her, landing at her side, and she pulled a fresh loincloth out of her saddlebags. It wasn't completely pristine, but it was close enough. Pulling it around her waist, she managed to hide her shaft once more. The bra that she took out afterwards fixed the rest.

"And now, let's see if my ungrateful student is willing to wake up..."

Rider and beast walked to the crystal. It glowed softly with a blue light, and inside, the other Doryaan loomed over them both. She was in the midst of an orgasm, from the way that she was posed, and it was clear that she had a very good time with the spirits before she had been locked up in prison.

Exia sighed, rubbing her forehead.

"Well, I suppose it was always going to come to this. Karza, Warhammer."

The pieces of the crystal had made for a good collection of loot, though her student complained greatly of the headache that breaking the crystal had caused her. There was little enough reason to pay heed to that, particularly after the long journey to find Kolteya in the first place.

"You still haven't leashed a beast, I assume," Exia said as they walked out of the temple.

"Did you see one outside?"

"No. But I was giving you the benefit of the doubt."

"You always were just so..."

"Yes?"

"...I'm not going to dig that hole any deeper."

"You're finally learning."

She threw one leg over Karza, shaking her head as she looked towards the distant trees. The jungle would take them some time to get through, particularly as only one of them had a mount. The danger that came from the other beasts in the jungle, even so close to the mountain and the village, was considerable.

"What are you thinking?"

"I'm considering whether to leave you here," Exia said, gathering up the reins for her mount.

"What?! I thought this was a rescue mission."

"And you've been rescued from the ghosts."

"But what about the rest of the things out there?"

"I was going to say that I would send a rescue party to gather you, one that would be able to bring a spare mount."

"Why didn't you bring one?"

"I was more concerned about the fact that you could be dying rather than what to do with you after I saved you," Exia said, narrowing her eyes. "You did, after all, run off from the Beastriders with forbidden knowledge, as well as with a number of potions that had taken the alchemists days to make. Should I take that out of your hide as well?"

"..."

"I didn't think so."

She pulled the reins for Kazra together into one hand, the beast shifting back and forth under her. The dracoline was clearly eager to be away, to head home and find his little bed and get comfortable for some sleep after their long trip. It would be just possible to reach their home again before sundown, though it would be a close thing.

Not if they brought Kolteya, though. They would be at risk of luring greater hunters after them, the sort that had to be fled from rather than fought. Without the dracoline's full speed, there was no chance that they'd be able to escape them.

At the same time...

She glanced at Kolteya. Her former student had been nothing but ungrateful ever since she had been freed from the crystal, and that was a continuation of how she had been under her tutelage. Ungrateful to have to wait to learn the great techniques. Ungrateful for the chance to become a Beastrider in the first place. Ungrateful for all the combat techniques that Exia had tried to teach her.

Ungrateful was the word for her, and for all that, she still worried about leaving her alone.

Sighing, the Doryaan rubbed the back of her head.

"I'll take you to the village."

"Finally."

"But not ours."

Kolteya blinked, half in the saddle already.

"What?"

"I'm not taking you back to the other Beastriders. You will wait in the village up the mountain, and you will stay there - and I mean this - you will stay there until one of the others comes for you."

"But...but there's other things...other treasures I could find."

"And you would be in the same predicament I found you in all over again."

"But...but..."

"Kolteya."

She turned, pulling the dracoline around with her. This time, it was a mutual stare, one from her and Kazra at the same time, and her old student took a step back. Perhaps it was out of fear, perhaps it was merely instinct at the stare from a dracoline, but in either case, Exia felt that there was finally recognition for what could happen.

A Beastrider was hardly someone to push. The least of them were great warriors, able to channel the power of beasts as well as work with them. They had the ability to hold the beast's strength, and the beast could draw on their mind to be more intelligent than they otherwise could be. Combined with their training with various weapons, they were among the deadliest individuals across Eizorahn. And she was nearing the end of her patience.

She did not quite reach for her weapons, but she did throw her sheaths back, allowing them to tip forward in easy reach. Kolteya gasped.

"You...you aren't..."

"Going to kill you? No. That would defeat the point of coming here in the first place." She shook her head. "But I need you to hear me. If you haven't heard any of my other lessons, hear this one. Nothing comes freely."

"..."

"Nothing comes without work, sacrifice, toil, and time. No matter how skilled you are to start out, no matter how powerful you were where you came from, in the Beastriders, you know nothing. There is no shortcut to the power that you crave, no quick way of earning the strength and recognition you think you deserve."

Kolteya muttered under her breath, nodding back towards the temple interior. It meant nothing.

"Even that would have been useless to you. There is nothing in this world that gives power without cost. You may find whatever magical item that you please; without the strength of will to harness it properly, you will only doom yourself to a worse fate. There are demons in the world, Kolteya, and they will take you if you let them. The ghosts were kind; most would not be."

"...I..."

"You do not understand. You want me to stop being angry with you, to help you again." She shook her head. "That time is done. If you ever find yourself able to think past the edge of your ambition, then perhaps I might take you under my wing again. For now, the only thing I choose to give you is a ride to the village up the mountain. After that, I give you nothing but the promise of other Beastriders to take you home in the future."

It was clear that Kolteya did not like the offer, and for all her annoyances, Exia couldn't blame her. The young woman had always been eager, ambitious, even to the point of cutting herself off from all common sense when it told her that her way wouldn't work. It didn't matter to Kolteya. The woman wanted to be strong enough to stand on her own two feet, to face the world on her terms, and fight the way that she wanted to fight.

Unfortunately, the world wouldn't give you that without a fight in return, and Kolteya didn't have the willpower to fight back. She wanted the easy way, and didn't understand that such a thing didn't exist.

"Get on," Exia said.

"...Yes, teacher."

"Call me Exia, for I am your teacher no more."

Two days later - one to return Exia to the village above, one to take the trip back home - she returned to the village of the Beastriders, and she returned with her cheeks red and her body flushed. It was not a comfortable feeling, and it meant that there might have been more to the test of the ghosts than she had originally thought.

She rode Kazra right into the center of the village, pulling him to a stop. Other reptilian warriors came to meet her, some Beastriders, some mere assistants, but they were quick to help her gather Kazra in.

They were also quick to see the state she was in.

Exia huffed softly, her breath coming to her in short gasps that she could barely control. A sheen of sweat shone on her forehead, and her body felt warm. Too warm. Her saddle had been soaked in her journey, soaked with the juices that continued to run from her sex, and her shaft had been hard the entire trip. She had ignored it by focusing on keeping Kazra running in the right direction, but now...

Now, she stood in the center of the village, her loincloth raised in the front by her shaft, very nearly putting her feminine sex on display from how high it was lifted.

"Healer...get me the healer..."

Exia's words were passed on despite her whispering them, and before long, the healer appeared.

She was a dragon-like woman, though her wings were stunted. No-one knew how that had happened, but everyone knew that it didn't affect the stranger. She walked into the village square without shame, wearing nothing but purple-stained leather across the bottoms of her breasts and between her thighs. It was not even a loincloth, but almost like the furs of a beast had been painted on her, hiding nothing and showing everything.

Her long, thick tail swayed from side to side as much as her hips as she approached, chuckling under her breath. Exia groaned as she met the healer's eyes, shaking her head.

"Not here..."

"Then my hut, girl. Follow me."

Walking with a limp that had nothing to do with pain, Exia Ironsoul followed the healer to the hut that was on the far end of the village. With each passing step, she felt the tingles that ran through her body, the warmth and shocks that the ghosts had tormented her and tested her with. Her shaft bounced, her rump twitched, her breasts rose and fell as if they were still in the grip of the tendrils.

Yet, for all that, she made it to her destination. The healer's hut was open, no leather covering the door the way that the others were made, and a table rested in the middle of the lone room. Exia stumbled toward it, groaning with every step until she managed to throw herself across it.

Her loincloth and bra were useless, and the healer quickly stripped her of them. Her cock stood up, begging for attention like some whelp that hadn't learned its place, and her sex dripped down over her thighs and rump. She struggled to get more than a gasp of air at a time, her breasts rising and falling, her nipples as hard as could be.

"Well, now, you certainly found someone worthy of you."

"Stop...stop teasing...and fix this..."

"Oh, calm down. It's merely a bit of spirit-touch on you, nothing serious."

"Nothing serious?" Exia laughed weakly. "I've been fighting...fighting the feeling of being...rutted...all the way home..."

"Well, that's what you get when you play with ghosts," the healer said, the dragoness shaking her head. The long horns that swooped over the back of her head glimmered in the low light of the hut. "They leave slime inside, slime that makes your body think that sex is still happening. And I'm going to assume that you didn't bathe right afterwards?"

Exia shook her head.

"Then there's no one you can blame but yourself, you little fool."

The dragoness chuckled, leaning forward. The healer's curves were plentiful, though not quite as bounteous as Exia's...at least, not at this point. She had seen the healer out and about with some of the others in the village, had seen her tending to Beastriders of both sexes, showing off and flaunting attributes that were certainly bigger than this...and certainly more...exposed.

She blushed a bit at that thought, even as her shaft throbbed at the idea of the healer showing off for her. The green dragoness chuckled, poking the twitching shaft.

"And this thing is no help, is it? I imagine that they were quick to make use of that."

"Tendrils...up and down..."

"And inside, if all that glow is any indication."

"Can you - mmmph - can you fix it or not?"

"Oh, I can fix it. I can fix anything. But you...are going to stay right here until this is done."

"Mmmph...do I have a choice?"

"Not really."

The healer reached under the table, pulling out a series of restraints. They were half-metal, half-leather, and they were inscribed with runes of power that were designed to keep even one as strong as a Beastrider in place. After all, sometimes, they were too willing to go back to the fight even while they were injured. The healer had to have something to keep them down when they needed rest.

She submitted to the binding, even as she felt the draining effects of the runes. She had gone through it before, but it was never a good thing to feel her strength ebbing away, her power draining down her limbs into the restraints themselves. Exia groaned, rolling her head back and then off to the side.

"Oh, don't be so down. You've earned a break."

"I should be continuing my work."

Bop.

Exia blinked as the healer leaned in, holding a finger over her nose again.

"I said, you've earned a break. Now, are you going to argue with your healer?"

There was a flash in the dragoness's eyes, and even Exia shrunk back a bit from that. There were rumors that the healer had been a great Beastrider in the past, too. She had never seen the dragoness fight, but the way that she stood there now, the way that she grinned with a shimmer in her eyes and a feeling of tension in the air, told her that the healer was ready for a fight. Even eager for it.

Exia slowly shook her head, and the healer chuckled.

"I thought so. Good girl."

The Doryaan woman closed her eyes, doing her best to ignore the throbbing between her legs, her twin sexes almost feeling like they were working together to torment her and punish her for forgetting to take care of them after the ghost fight. She grumbled under her breath, huffing as she felt her cock dance.

Then the healer reached out, and the magic began.

She felt the touch of the magical energies along her body, feeling it seeping through her scales as it so often did when others were injured. More than once, the creeping fingers of the ghostly energy had managed to pull together a wound that others would have given up on. She could feel them now, but it was...different.

Exia bit her lip as she felt one on each breast, almost like they were fondling her, groping her, lifting her breasts. Another groped her shaft, holding it at the base and giving it a firm squeeze, while another cupped the head of it and stroked clawed fingers along the tip.

"What...what are you..."

"Oh, this has to be removed, of course."

"Then why are you -"

"The only way to remove it is to stimulate it right out of you."

Her eyes widened, and she slowly looked back at the healer. Those eyes were glinting almost crazily, but she had heard stranger things of her healer in the past. This, while certainly odd, was nothing like that.

And if it meant that the healer got a few free fondles in, then that was part of the cost. The healer had kept her and the other Beastriders alive for long enough without them having to pay. It was certainly not the worst price.

"Fine. Just...quickly."

"Oh, Exia. Do you really think this can be done swiftly?"

"How long can it take?"

"At least three times as long as you took with them."

She did the math in the head. She had been in the grips of the ghosts for at least an hour, being teased and ravaged and ravished by them for most of that time. They had been...quite insistent about getting her off, and they had taken their time to work her up a number of times. The fact that she had held out for so long had probably enraged them to an extent.

But to think that she now had to be stimulated for three hours?

"That has to be a -"

She tried to sit up, but before she could even put any slack on the chains, the healer flicked her in the forehead. The blow was surprisingly strong, and sent her right back to the table with a thunk. Exia blinked.

"Did you just -"

"Girl, you need to relax. And unless you let me do this, you're going to be distracted by ghost fancies for the next week. Now, are you going to let me do this or not?"

"...You're really not giving me a choice?"

"Heheh...no, not really. But if you want to leave, suffering, distracted, incapable of doing your job because of the constant need down there...then by all means, tell me. I'll let you walk right out and into the arms of the first monster that wants to rut the living daylights out of you."

The healer was serious, too. She would do just that, and it would leave a black mark on Exia's reputation for the rest of her life. Grimacing, she laid her head back on the table, taking a few deep breaths, trying to ignore the constant throbbing and pulsing.

"Fine...Do it."

"Excellent. We'll start with these lovely boobs of yours..."

The End