Looka and Miw Chapter five
#5 of Looka and Miw
Chapter 5
After looka finished with the Ocelot guards, he tossed down the spear looking over his shoulder at Miw. He said nothing but turned away and walked on, a small strail of blood drops falling behind him. Miw stared a moment, heisitant wondering what she should do. Then she heard it, a bellow of steam and the thundering sound of his armor. "Daocan..." she whispered looking down the other end of the hall. Looka had heard it too and turned to see his new foe. Steam bellowed out of the hall, clouding Lookas vision, if only a moment. Then he saw the great shadow, the shadow of a great beast running down the hall. Each fall of his foot sounding like a thunderclap with the god forge.
Looka stood defiant and ready to fight his new foe. Out from the mist with the speed of the shades a steel lance charged Looka aiming to pierce his heart. Looka grabbed the lance with both hands, digging his clawed feet into the stone floor to stop the warrior before him. The steam cleared and he saw it, like a monsterous beast of metal, a warrior stood clad in armour powered by steam, giving it strength nearly ten fold of Looka. But Looka knew all to well this was no machine, someone lay hidden within the suit of armor.
"Coward!" Looka yelled. "You would attack a unarmed warrior?" The steam knight yanked back his lance, swinging it clumsily trying to hit looka, but he easily evaded. "You, vile scum, would dare attack my mistress!" the steam warrior bellowed trying to hit Looka with an overhead smash attack with his lance. Looka again evade and took the chance to attack, strikeing at the helm of the warrior, but only hurting his fists doing so. The steam warrior swung his massive arm, Looka ducked and tried to attack again, unable to get through the steam knights armor.
Looka backed off a moment and looked at his opponet. Looka stopped his attack, and strangely he began to chuckle, even burst into laughter. The steam knight stood confused, but ready to attack. "Why do you laugh worm?" the knight bellowed. Looka stopped laughing a moment, bearing a cocky grin. "We could fight til the end of days warrior, yet neither will win. You move too slow, but you bear armor like a dragon hide. I move with the wind, yet I caanot harm you with that armor protecting you. It would seem we are at a stalemate." The steam warrior glared at Looka, refuseing to let their fight end at a draw. He roared raisng his lance to attack again.
"DAOCAN! STOP!" Miw's voice echoed in the hall. The steam knight, Daocan, stopped his attack, looking at her. "As you wish Mistress, but should I not dispose of this filth?" the steam knight asked, kneeling on one knee. Miw tooka deep sigh, glad the fight was over. She collected her self and calmed her rageing heart. She looked over at Looka with the same simple, yet seductive smile as she had before, then turned to Daocan. "That wont be necessary Daocan. Looka and I had...." She stopped glanceing toward Looka. "...a disargreement is all. Nothing to fret over." She explained in a calm voice. Daocan rose to his feet, removeing his helm. He was a pangolin, huge in size by the look of it. He stood nearly 9 feet tall in the armor he wore. His face was young, but hard as a vetern of war. "As you command Mistress." He bowed his head in reverence. "I will be near if you should need me." He spoke giving a passing glare back toward Looka.
Miw nodded as the Pangolin moved back down the hall, vents of steam bellowing from the engine on his back now and then. Miw walked slowly toward Looka, giving him a seductive glance and smile. "Come Looka. You should see where you will live for now." Miw said walking down the hall. Looka stood stunned a bit, but then smiled shakeing his head. 'Why not?' he thought to himself. He followed her down the halls towards a large door made of Rose Oak wood, bound with iron braces. It had no locks only a pair of simple door knobs. As she neared the door, Looka noticed, the door swung open for her silently. Inside was a sight that was entirely new to him. He had seen torture rooms, rotting prisons, slave mines, gladiator pits but what laid before him almost scared him. It was Miw's harem. The room was large and expansive, circle in shape, roughly 200ft in diameter, with a large dais in the center of the room.
There must have been nearly 50 slaves within the room. Of all races, both male and female. Looka saw elves, humans, nefrum, pangolin and many more. The slaves all rose and looked towards Miw as she entered the room, each riseing to greet her, abandoning their previous 'activities'. She walked down amoung them, Looka still at the door. It almost disgusted Looka, they were slaves and yet they all fawned over her. He also saw most were barely garbed, if dressed at all.
"Yes my pets, calm down. I bring a new comer to the Harem." Miw said looking at her slaves, whom all seemed more than a little fond of her. Miw turned to Looka and beckoned him forward. Looka heisitantly walked forward, his eyes like cold steel, looking from slave to slave. "This is Looka my pets. A slith warrior, and I want you all to welcome him as the head of this harem." Many of the slaves were taken back at the news. A slith as their leader in the harem? Most of the men looked at him with thinly veild jealousy, while some of the woman looked over Looka with lustful glares. Looka only returned their looks with a icy uncareing glare.
Miw looked over her shoulder at Looka with a smile, then returned to her pets. "Be sure to welcome him my pets. Though a slave before... he is new to this." Miw explained, turning to leave. Many of the slaves groaned seeing her leave, she turned and giggled. "I'll be back my pets, worry not. I just need to take care of something, then I shall return." She comforted them before leaveing, the doors shutting behind her. The slaves attention immediately turned to Looka, each looking him over, sizeing him up. They could all see he was a warrior, and a slave before, the scars were proof of that. He looked over the crowd of slaves, his eyes burning coldly. He said nothing as he stepped from the door towards the dais. He was stopped by a young, beautiful and volumptious armalon woman. She was scatly clad, barely covering her self at all, and looked up at Looka with large firey amber eyes and a cute smile. "Let me be the first to welcome you Looka." She said appoarching him. Looka looked at her, his glare alone was enough to stop her cold. "Unless you me to tear off your arms and beat you with them, I suggest you keep your distance." Looka growled at her, dead serious about his threat. She backed away frightened, the other slaves did much the same. A few looking at him in disgust, some saying 'you have some nerve.' Other saying, 'careful, I think he means it.'
Looka took a deep breath, smileing a little. He smelt it, it was absolutely intoxicating to him. The smell of fear, they all reeked of it. He walked towards the dais, the slaves parting to make way for him, none daring to defy him. He looked back at the slaves as he stood on the dais, then sat down on a pile of cushions, trying to relax, and keep his muscles from knotting up. He sighed and looked up, he hadn't noticed it before, but there was a large white crystal embedded into the ceiling, the living Daik tree suspending it from the ceiling. It pulsed with a strange magic, one Looka hadn't recongised. He didn't think much of it at first, but as he sat there he felt strange. He was starting to feel horny, then he realized he had a hard on. He sat up quickly looking over the slaves again, then he realized the truth. Most of the slaves were engaged in sexual activities, many of them in groups, some in pairs, and a few simply enjoying themselves.
'Damn! This is all I need right now, more fucking magic.' Looka thought to himself rubbing his forehead. He heard something, someone coming up the Dais, he looked over in disdain to see the same armalon woman, with a lustful look in her eyes, obviously intent on welcoming Looka in her way. Looka was unsure how to respond, he did not want to be bothered, yet he did not want to kill her. She was heisitant, remembering his threat. 'Miw... Im going to get for this.' Looka thought to himself.
:Little did he realize that Miw was watching him with rapt attention. She was in her chambers laid across her silken sheet of her bed. Her eyes fixed toward a large full size mirrior, seeing Looka and the other slaves. Simply watching it made her lustful, she reached down to her pussy and started to gently massage it as she watched looka and to see how he would react to the magic she was casting.
Looka stared at the armalon woman coldly, but he could see she was set on have sex with Looka, and the threat of death seemed to do little to stop her. She drew closer to him and as she did Looka rose to walk away, saying nothing. He simply moved to another part of the harem, away from the others. He laid down again on a pile of cushions, closing his eye to relax. But again he heard someone coming, he opened his eyes and looked over to see who it was. It was the same armalon woman, but this time with two others, a Nefurum woman, nude and quite horny, with silver gray fur. The other was a Foaxian, her fur a fiery red, also nude and her cunt dripping wet with her hand rubbing it. They each had the same lustful look over their eyes. IT was then Looka realized that they were slaves to their lust, completey enslaved by it. He then realized too that the crystal over head was pulseing stronger with the same magic. He was much hornier than before, he wanted to fuck, but he stayed in control. Not wanting to give Miw the satisfaction of it.
Miw chuckled seeing her pets trying to get Looka's attention, and Lookas defiant look upon his face. With a small white crystal in her hand, she chant a few words softly, increasing the strength of the spell again. Against any normal mortal, it would drive them into a frienzied lust, which all her pets were in, but Looka still resisted. She was enjoying seeing him fight the magic, and reveling in the face he was slowly loseing, it got her only more aroused than before, she amused her self more, almost regretting she didn't have Looka with her.
Looka was backed into a corner by the three slaves. He could not escape from them, but nor did he want to strike against them. His large cock poked through his loincloth which excited the slaves only more. Looka was fighting with all his will, the pain in his head was sheer agony. The magic was trying to bore into him, slowly tearing at his defenses. He gripped his head winceing in pain, he could feel the magic growing even stonger, the slaves drwing closer. He was loseing and he knew it and he knew he could do nothing about it. The armalon woman drew close enough to grope Looka's cock, takeing it in her hands caustiously at first, in case he would lash at her. Looka shut his eye from the pain in his head, it was like a knife in his mind, slowly cutting into it. The armalon took advantage of Looka's lack of reaction and tore off her garb, looseing a pair of massive breasts and plunging Lookas cock between them. That was all it took, Looka gave up and fell into the ecstasy he felt, and the pain was gone. He knew only the lust he fought, it nearly consumed him.
Miw was giggleing seeing Looka succumb to her spell. She fingered her cunt more feeling her pussy getting wetter with each passing moment. She would enjoy Lookas performance, she already knew that. She giggled and thought out loud. "Worth far more than 2000 gold."
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