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The path leading up to Jo'rhun proper from where Nadalo's transformation took place had few wards and traps on it. It was a little surprising because of the density of trap clusters preceding it, but I didn't feel like complaining. There would soon be other, much more important worries which took priority. I was about to be proven so tremendously wrong about Tanaleer Ivok.

The top of the path ended on a flat, stone platform surrounded by an unnatural shadow. Before us stood Jo'rhun.

The spire ended fifty feet in front of us, and attached to it was a long, rather bizarre bridge. There were circular stone platforms laid end to end and held up by thick ropes. It looked similar to a normal rope bridge, but there were no boards. Only those stone platforms provided any footing.

The thick ropes were attached to tall, stone pillars made of dark brick, and the ropes extended out across empty space to attach to matching pillars on what appeared to be a whole new spire. It was a strange illusion since we had walked up the only spire we could see. The plateau on which the castle sat was concealed by the unnatural shadow we had passed through to reach the top. It gave the impression of a floating castle in the sky, even though I knew that could not be the case.

What drew my attention more than the castle, though, was the statues in front, on either side of, and standing atop the pillars holding the bridge.

Winged, humanoid beings stood slightly taller than I. Their gaping mouths showed sharp fangs, and their bodies looked powerfully muscled. In spite of the monstrous appearance of their clawed hands and digitigrade feet, they had chiseled, human-like bodies. There were both males and females among the winged statues themselves, and some who I noted as being distinctly female who had parts that didn't belong to them normally.

But among those winged beings were statues distinctly human. I approached the bridge and rested my hand on the cheek of a woman. Her features were perfectly carved. She seemed to very real as I stared into her widened eyes. Her body was made of smoothly-polished marble and utterly naked. Her long hair was a tangled mess about her shoulders and ruffled atop her head. Her wrists were grasped by one of the winged statues and being held over her head. With her mouth agape, and her eyes wide, she looked as though she'd been caught amidst a forceful sexual assault.

I could see the thick, also perfectly-carved phallus protruding from the winged statue's lap. It was lodged firmly into the female statue's vagina, her sex stretched so wide by it that I had a hard time imagining my own body being able to do that. There was a distension in her belly from the impalement that compelled me to rest my hand on the armor covering my stomach.

I stepped back and looked up. The statues at the top of one of the stone pillars depicted similar implied activities. The winged statue was clearly feminine, her breasts almost as large as Meeka's, but a thick phallus protruded from between her legs. She had a female statue with its back pressed to her chest. Her head loomed above the poor woman statue, and the winged figure was holding the woman statue's knees widespread while the winged figure's distinct shaft was lodged into her backside. The woman statue's sex was gaping and looked as though it had been thoroughly abused before being vacated.

I stepped back farther and turned around, my breathing heavy. Such lewd depictions so openly displayed made my heart pound.

Meeka wasn't even facing the bridge by then. She had her back to me with her book pressed against her forehead.

Sidik walked to one of the pairs of statues. She rested her hand on the stone shoulder of one of the women and looked back at Nadalo. "These couldn't be..." her voice trailed off.

Nadalo tightened her jaw and simply nodded.

"Couldn't be what?" Meeka managed to squeeze out.

"Gargoyles," answered a smooth, resonant, woman's voice, its husky tone drawing out the word as it filled the area.

We all turned to see the source of the voice. A stone hand rose out of the platform on which we stood followed by a woman's head with long, stone grey hair. Another stone hand emerged, and it was as though the woman was climbing out of a pool of water. She raised a foot from the stone and stepped on the platform, drawing her other leg out of the bare rock.

She stood before us, entirely naked with her hand on her tilted hips. Her stone skin gradually turned to flesh from the head down, her buxom breasts flopping against her chest. She set her shapely thighs apart and pushed her hand back through her hair, throwing it over her shoulder. Her nails were painted as darkly as her raven black hair.

The stone ground around her feet then seemed to turn into a liquid and crawled its way up her body, crossing her midsection and wrapping it in a black leather corset that left her breasts wholey exposed, lifted, and their shape accentuated. A pair of nipple vices wrapped themselves around her nipples and strung a chain between her breasts.

Leather cords melted down from the corset and attached to a pair of thigh-high boots pressed tightly around her thighs, leaving her loins bare. A final bit of the 'liquid stone' climbed her leg, mashed itself across her bare sex, slithered its way up between her breasts, circling each one and causing her breasts to bob before climbing her neck and perching atop her head. A crown of folded wings sat on her brow while she smiled at us. There was a devilish, lewd look in her eyes as she examined each of us.

We stared at her in shocked silence. I had never seen a woman so salaciously present herself, both in demeanor and attire.

Sidik, arms crossed with her hands grasping her short swords, glared at the woman. "You HAVE to be Tanaleer Ivok," she hissed.

The woman turned her head, regarding Sidik. The corner of the woman's mouth turned up. "So, you know my name, then," she replied.

Nadalo pinned her ears back against her raven hair and glared at the woman.

Meeka looked like a deer caught in the path of a wagon toward it at high speed.

I moved my hand away from my mouth and lowered it to my side, clenching my fingers into a fist. I spoke slowly, trying to contain my desire to lunge at the woman right away. I spoke slowly, feeling venom in my words in spite of asking a simple question. "What is all of this?"

Tanaleer looked at the gargoyle statues perched about the stone pillars. "Mm. It is such a beautiful talent for gargoyles to have, isn't it?" She walked to the statues and lifted her hand to the breast of a woman's statue being impaled by one of the gargoyles lewd extremities. "Did you know that if a gargoyle is in contact with another being when it turns to stone, it turns that being to stone as well?"

"Then..." I felt my breath flee as I realized what she was saying.

Tanaleer squeezed the smooth, stone breast before turning back around to face me, her hand falling to her side. "Why, yes. This young woman is a human. And when night comes, the gargoyle will awaken, and the two of them will become flesh again." She looked back at the gargoyle. "Much to both their enjoyments, I'm sure."

I looked at the face of the female statue. She did not look like she was enjoying herself. I clenched the hilt of my blade, feeling my arm tremble. "What. Kind of. CREATURE. Are you?" I managed to hiss out.

Tanaleer looked down at my hand on my blade. She walked toward me slowly. "I am the most vile manner of creature that the Deep World can produce," she replied, her half-lidded gaze fixed on me.

I drew my blade as she approached, pointing the tip straight at her chest. "Release them! Now!"

I felt the pressure of her weight push on the tip of my blade. My eyes widened, and I watched as she pushed the blade into her chest right where her heart should have been. Instead of pain, she let out a long, lewd moan of pleasure. She panted for a moment, then grinned at me as she walked forward. I felt frozen as she came face to face with me, my bloodless blade jutting far out of her back. She cupped my chin and whispered to me, "Oh, lovely little Sword, it's not every woman I let impale me on our first meeting." She grinned at me.

Everything happened at once then. Her body instantly turned to stone, trapping my blade as a shadow leapt from it. I yanked back on my blade, trying to pull it free only to hear Meeka's voice flowing from her lips. I recognized instantly that she was casting a spell and turned about to see if the shadow was attacking her.

Instead, it seemed to have spread over Meeka's whole body. She looked like herself but dimmed by a dark shade. Raising her hands over her head, Meeka's emotionless stare fell on Sidik. Sidik already had her blades drawn and was charging Meeka, but she was too late.

Meeka held her hands out toward Sidik, and the air seemed to warp with waves of heat. Those ephemeral waves shaped into a sphere between her hands, becoming more violent as they were focused. I tried to rush forward and put myself between Sidik and Meeka, but it was useless. Those waves hummed loudly and seemed to visually echo through the air before blasting out of Meeka's hands. They crashed into the front of Sidik's body, sheering away what was left of her torn armor and throwing her over the side of the spire. She let out a scream as she disappeared into the shadow.

I howled. "SIDIK!"

Clenching my fist, I yanked down the faceplate from my helm. The scaled layers of it covered me down to my shoulders, and I charged at Meeka. I didn't want to hurt Meeka, but whatever Tanaleer was doing her had to be stopped.

While Meeka was chanting and pointing her hands toward me, Nadalo swiftly rushed up behind her. She caught Meeka's arms with her own and forced them over her head. One hand slapped over Meeka's mouth, silencing the Suplicyte immediately. As the spell was cut short, Meeka struggled only for the shadow to pass over and leave her. I followed it with my eyes to see it jump back into the statue where my blade had been left.

The statue of Tanaleer became flesh again, and she pulled my blade out of her chest. She lowered it to her side, resting the tip on the ground and began chanting herself.

Stone shot up from the ground and slammed together on my midsection, lifting me from my feet. The impact hurt, and I threw my head back, squeezing my eyes shut. The stone pressed on the armor firmly, trapping me like a grab in the talons of a gull. I clawed at the stone fruitlessly, finally pinning my hands on it and trying to push it away. It was useless, but the crushing sensation around my middle even through the Armor of Espara made me panic. I was in intense pain.

The woman pointed my blade at Meeka who had fallen to her knees. She was clutching her head and wore a horrified expression of anguish. "S-Sidik... what... why did I...?!" Meeka screamed.

"Try not to be too hard on yourself," Tanaleer said smoothly. "If it makes you feel any better, your friend is not dead."

"What... ha-have you done with her?!" I struggled to ask.

Tanaleer started to answer only for Nadalo to dash across her back. Her claws raked through Tanaleer's flesh, causing her to arch forward. She spun on Nadalo, but the Athra was swift and unrelenting. I watched with a small amount of shock as the Athra seemed to take to her new form and speed so swiftly. She'd even seemed to be able to move about in the shadows completely unseen. Her claws sliced and tore at Tanaleer, ripping the corset she wore apart and tearing through her skin. Another stroke ripped at the muscles of The Sorceress's arm, and she dropped my blade.

The final stroke that Nadalo landed tore the nipple clamps off Tanaleer's breasts by the chain. Though Tanaleer had been staggering back from the terrible clawing, that was the first time she screamed in anger.

The scream blew dust up into the air and made my armor rattle. My ears rang, and I clapped my hands over the sides of my helm, trying to grab my ears. I though she would shake my head off my shoulders.

When the scream ceased, and I had my senses about me again, I could see that Tanaleer had been joined. Nadalo was pinned down on the ground by the Vildekin woman who had fled from us earlier. She had a grip on the side of Nadalo's head with her face pinned against the stone. Her 'mate' already had Nadalo letting out feline screeches as he held her legs spread and buried his phallus between her thighs, lodging it firmly into her vagina.

I grit my teeth and raised my hands over my head. I let out an enraged howl and smashed my metal fists into the stone trapping me. It cracked, and I brought my knee up, fracturing it. It snapped, and I dropped to the ground.

Then, I felt my muscles lock. Every muscle in my body tensed to the point that I felt like I was going to snap. Tanaleer stroked the back of my armor, and my muscles rippled almost as though drawn to her touch.

"There there," she murmured in a comforting tone. "You don't have to be all business all the time, you know." She curled her finger and sharply flicked the back of my breastplate.

I felt the impact shudder through my armor, making the metal vibrate. It rattled so fiercely against my skin that it hurt.

Tanaleer walked in front of me, looking my armor over as though perplexed. The corner of her mouth curled up into a half smile. "Well well. You're quite locked into that armor, aren't you, Sword of Espara?" She folded her hands behind her back and leaned forward, her breasts hanging lewdly while she peered up at me. "Just how tight are those straps?"

She reached to one of my gauntlets and tugged on one of the leathers straps. I heard the leather creak as she pulled on the strap. It neither broke nor loosened.

Tanaleer released it and straightened up with a grin. "I bet you're the only one who can remove that armor, aren't you?" She folded her arms under her heavy breasts, letting my sword rest against the side of her leg. "Oh well. Everyone can be persuaded in one way or another."

I heard Meeka's voice rising into the air then and struggled, slowly turning my head to look back at her through the crystal covers over my eyes. She was on her feet with tears in her eyes with her hands pointing straight at Tanaleer.

Tanaleer drew in a deep breath and slowly let it out. "I'm enjoying your spirit, dears. Even your Suplicyte has some fire in her." The Sorceress lowered her hand and swept it upward.

I watched as a new spire of stone punched out of the ground behind Meeka. A rope dropped down from it, falling around her neck and cinching up tightly in an instant. Meeka let out a short, startled squawk before she was lifted off the ground. Her book fell to the stone, and she pulled at the rope as it tightened. She coughed once, choking and gasping before she couldn't draw air anymore.

"ST-TOP IT!" I managed to choke out through my own trembling muscles.

Tanaleer peered back at me and smirked. "Take off your armor, or I will let her strangle," she replied.

I looked back at Meeka again. Her face was red while she kicked her feet in the air. I shot my gaze back at Nadalo to see if she might have somehow been able to free herself. But the Athra was thoroughly restrained. She didn't even look aware.

She'd been turned over onto her back, and the Vildekin woman who had attacked her had her arms trapped between her thighs. Her loins were planted firmly on the end of Nadalo's muzzle, and she was practically mauling the Athra's breasts with lewd gropes and squeezing grasps. The male had Nadalo's knees pinned down against the ground with her hilts tilted up into rolling, fully impaling thrusts that made the Athra's screeches pour into the female Vildekin's lap. The female Vildekin was panting in as much enjoyment as her mate.

I ripped my eyes away and glared at Tanaleer. I wanted to defy her. But as I looked back at Meeka, I could see her face starting to turn blue.

My face reddened. My only protection had been my armor. Everyone, even Meeka, had been sexually assaulted in one way or another since our arrival, yet my armor had kept me untouched. I struggled to find a way to stop Tanaleer from choking Meeka to death, but I couldn't even move.

I looked back at her, my chest heaving as she fought to even get hers to expand. I gritted my teeth, finally spitting words out.

"FINE! I will take off my armor! Ju-Just let Meeka go!"

I felt my muscles loosen. I staggered on my feet. Even with Tanaleer's power no longer holding me, my muscles were trembling with effort after the extreme exertion of holding me still that I could barely stand up under the weight of the armor. Feeling my strength give out, I fell to my hands and knees, panting. I looked back at Meeka, but she was still being suspended by the rope around her neck. She was barely moving.

I glared at Tanaleer, but she just smiled back at me. "You'd better hurry," she murmured.

I grabbed at the latches and straps of my armor, undoing them as swiftly as I could. I pulled off piece after piece of my armor, throwing them to the ground until I was finally in nothing but my cloth underarmor. Once finished, I crossed my arms over my chest. They were still covered, but I knew the moment I moved my arms away, I would be assailed in some way.

In spite of that concerned, I yelled at Tanaleer. "Let Meeka go!"

Taneleer twitched a finger at me. "Underarmor too," she demanded.

I had no time left to hesitate. I yanked my shirt off over my head and dropped back onto my butt. Undoing my belt, I stripped the cloth away from my legs and tossed it aside.

The rope around Meeka's neck finally snapped, and I rushed to her. Scooping her up in my arms, I felt her robes press against my bare body. I shook her, cupping the back of her head. "Meeka! Meeka!"

After a moment, she choked and went into a fit of coughing. I let out a sigh of relief and hugged her cheek to my breast, resting my cheek against her head. "Thank the goddess," I mumbled.

Tanaleer smiled and lifted my blade. With a single stroke of the blade, a violent wing lashed across the two of us. Meeka's robes were shredded into less than strips of cloth, and I felt shallow cuts rush across my skin. I let out a squeal of pain, but refused to let Meeka go.

Stripped of her robe, Meeka squeezed her eyes shut and hugged her body against mine. Her skin was soft, but even that hurt as scratches covered my skin.

A moment later, we both looked toward Tanaleer.

She smiled at both of us in a sweet manner. "That's so much better now. But this has taken a bit longer than I had expected, and I have business to tend to." She jammed the end of my blade into the stone, and a crack quickly rushed toward us, splitting the ground beneath us. "I will see to the three of you later." She blew us a kiss. "Do give my regards to the Deep World."

The crack beneath us shattered. And as we fell, the world darkened. The only sliver of light I could see above us from the fractured ground swiftly faded away, and we were plunged into shadow.