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Mud squelched lewdly around Melissa's feet as she pulled them free from the river bank, slowly making her way to the dry earth beyond. Kincade lumbered his way behind her, dirt and sand clogging the hippogryph's wet feathers and fur when his clumsy, mind controlled steps slipped from under him and sent him sprawling into the sludge.

Dragging herself onto firmer ground, Melissa's lungs burned from the effort and sweat poured down her brow from the heat of the twins suns above, the human's white hair sticking to her face in clumps. Staggering to her feet and turning back in time to watch the small boat drifting out of sight down river, she wondered if she had made the right choice. Having transported them safely from the city to a heavily forested embankment, the young mage had decided to set the boat loose, fearing that it would be far easier for the demonic Queen to catch them on open water than if they traveled a weaving path through the forests.

Wiping the hardening ooze from her body, streaks of river silt marring her naked form, she took a moment to reflect upon her misfortune. It had been more than a day since she had last had a decent meal and her back was stiff and sore after a night lying in a twisted heap on the too small a floor of the boat. Her magical powers had been given enough time to recharge, yet she had still failed to come up with any ideas of how to get home.

Transporting between dimensions was high level magic, far beyond her skills. The only beings in this world possessing such power would be demonic in nature, and unlikely to help unless she had some advantage to broker a deal. Even if they had found a demon willing to take them home, neither she nor Kincade possessed anything beyond their own souls to trade with.

A musky heat was building between her thighs and the mage slipped a hand between them, her forefinger grinding against the damp, swollen bud of her clit. The tingle of pleasure calming her slightly as Kincade stumbled to a stop next to her, his eyes staring vacantly into the distance. Reaching out to pat him on the shoulder with her free hand, Melissa leaned into him further, delighting in the tickling warmth of his feathers caressing her naked skin.

Whatever magics the succubus Jozlene had forced into the two of them seemed to worsen with time, the craving between her legs had been growing continuously since the night before. Only the vast stretches of time she had spent grinding her fingers into her canal and bringing herself to repeated orgasms had dampened her lusts, her inner walls red and sore from her hand repeatedly driving her fingers inside. Jilling herself once more, she saw the long, thick member Kincade sported slide free from his sheath, rapidly hardening with each pulse of his heart, his own need letting itself be known.

The mage's belly still felt empty and cold, tingles of demand running up her spine and giving orders to find the closest male and present herself for him. Her fingers danced between those needy folds, curving inwards to find that sweet bundles of nerves and press in. Her back arched slightly at the thought of a male in front of her, and one behind as well, their powerful hands gripping around her waist, holding her in place while inner muscles yawned open and swallowed everything they had to give her, their fluids dowsing that unquenchable fire deep within. A week ago, she would have said she had detested the idea of anal, yet now the mere thought excited her enough to bring her tantalizingly close to her edge.

Melissa wiped the sweat from her brow, her white hair sticking to her reddened face in clumps as her hand worked her quivering cunt. Two fingers buried inside, curled inwards against her pressure points, her palm vigorously grinding her overstimulated clit between her body. The heat built in her body agonizingly slowly, her belly twisting and clenching as her orgasm rose to the crescendo, hovering there for so long she worried it would not arrive. Grabbing Kincade's body and hugging him close, hundreds of feathers tickling her breasts and body took her over the edge and sent her spinning in orgasmic pleasure.

Arching her spine, her wail of relief echoed around the forest clearing, silencing the singing birds in the trees when her inner walls grabbed and milked the fingers filling them, girl juice pouring from her depths to flood her thighs, dribbling down and soaking into Kincade's feathers and fur. Wheezing in fitful bursts while she came down from her high, Melissa's mind cleared enough to notice the mess she had made of the hippogryph's plumage. Bending over, her knees weak and trembling, her eyes caught the light reflected from the glistening rod between Kincade's hind legs, achingly hard and slick with desire. Throbbing in time with his heartbeat, the turgid equine shaft dripped with a pent up need he was incapable of releasing while the golden collar rested around his neck, magically locked and controlling his body. Doing her best to wipe her jizz from him with shaking hands, the heat from his straining erection proved too much and her hand found the throbbing shaft and gave it a quick squeeze.

Melissa tried to focus, knowing the most important thing was to give Kincade control of his body once more. Unable to reach his dick and the collar at the same time, she reluctantly drew her hands away from his member and her own still unsatisfied loins, opted to examine the collar first. Seeing it in full light for the first time and being able to properly check it over, runes were carved into the metal. These lines of power were written in ornate script that controlled the energies binding the wearer's spirit to it, forcing them to obey any command given. Running her hands across each one in turn, she closed her eyes and let her magical senses reach out to the metal, the embedded spells becoming visible to her mage sight.

Knowing Kincade could still hear her, she tried to make him feel like part of the conversation, “Okay, so. These seem to be the runes that make you obey orders. This seems to be controlling your unconscious functions. Digestion, heartbeat, stuff like that. This seems to be the part that allows it to resize itself to fit anyone's neck.

She briefly considered trying to tamper with those engravings, wondering if she could simply make it large enough to slip over his head. The thought of what would happen if it went wrong and started shrinking instead dispelled that notion quickly. Her fingers nimbly traced the carved runes, noticing how soft the metal was, seemingly made from solid gold. There seemed to be no durability spell in place to counterbalance this frailty, perhaps a necessity to allow the collar to resize itself.

Pulling back, she turned and rummaged through the grass covered ground, searching for a sizable rock. Aware she was bent over with her rear facing an excited male, her puffy lips spreading to expose her pink femininity, the soft walls quivering and salivating at the thought of his massive stallion hood spearing her open, filling her in a way no human ever could. Filling her beyond any living human could be filled, she had to remind herself. Swallowing back the command threatening to call forth from her throat, she knew the collar would ensure the male responded immediately and without any of the care or restraint his powerful body needed in order to avoid a fatal coupling with her own smaller, more delicate frame.

Grabbing a likely looking pair of rocks from the ground, the mage hurried back and held the stones against the collar like a carpenter wielding a hammer and chisel. Rechecking her mage sight to be sure she was attacking the correct runes, she thought of the six years of college and three years of apprenticeship that had been her magical schooling. No doubt her teachers would be ashamed if they knew that, when facing magical artifacts, her only solution seemed to be hitting them with heavy objects. Feeling the need to appear magical, her fingers danced across the metal and she channeled a heating spell into it to soften the gold even further.

Minutes ticked by slowly, the soft clinking of stone against metal mixed with the gentle sound of water lapping against the riverside, the simple act oddly calming to Melissa. Gradually, the edges of the magical runes warped and twisted, energy flaring across them before being released into the ether. Kincade's head drooped, his eyes fluttering when Melissa scratched off the final controlling marker, command of his body finally released back to him.

Breathing rapidly, his legs sagged and wings shivered. His unfocused eyes looked around wildly, briefly locked onto the human by his side, then he dropped into a heap on the ground and wrapped his foreclaws around his engorged spire. Pumping the swollen shaft with the sort of desperation normally reserved for party guests fighting a losing battle against a clogged toilet, he let out an avian shriek of anguish. “Oh Divines, I need to cum! My dick is going to explode!"

Melissa took a step back in shock, watching those large, clumsy fingers trying to grasp the sensitive pole and pound his relief from it. His eyes bulged in his skull, his tongue hanging from his beak in a frantic attempt to suckle his own member while his hips thrust erratically. Apprehensive of the rapidly stroking forepaws, each oversized finger tipped with razor sharp claws, she took the plunge and gripped below his beak, her fingers wrapping around the mottled head and grinding and rolling across the slick flesh, the heat radiating out of it almost uncomfortable to her hands.

Barely had she had the time to offer assistance before Kincade bucked instinctively, a flailing hoof jerking past her face and only a last second reaction from the human saved her from having her head taken clean off. Rolling backwards out of harms way, Melissa held a hand across her mouth in shock, still feeling the wind that had blown through her hair at how close the blow had come. Possessing the hindquarters of a horse, the hippogryph had a kick just as powerful, and the young mage went cold at the thought of how near to death she had just been.

Kincade continued bucking into his beak, oblivious to what he had done or how the look of terror written across his companion's face turned to anger. Melissa pulled her legs back and aimed between the male's bucking thighs, his large brown furred sack with it's fragile cargo bouncing rapidly in it's frenzied need to empty.

Melissa kicked with all of her might, a dull, fleshy slap sounding out when her foot collided with the sensitive orbs, an ear splitting scream erupting from Kincade's throat as his body spasmed in agony. Switching his attention from his cock to his bruising baubles, he stared at Melissa in open shock, beak hanging slack and bulging eyes threatening to fall from his head.

Focus came back to the wounded hippogryph, the terrible pain of his inflamed plums overriding the instinctive need to bury his bone somewhere wet and warm. Panting heavily, every move sending trembles of pain through stressed nerves, he stared up at Melissa while whimpers escaped his beak. Exhausted, hungry, horny, covered in insect bites and still cold and muddy from the river, he wasn't in the mood for a bollock kicking. Using a wing to help roll onto his belly, he stared the human straight in the eye and slammed his beak up into her crotch with enough force to lift both her feet from the ground.

The mage's eyes crossed as she hung in the air, the rock hard beak crushing her most sensitive parts against her pubic bone. The breath squealed from her lungs and she tipped backwards on to the ground, joining Kincade to lie flat on the dirt clutching her parts.

“I guess...that hurts...women too." Kincade wheezed, his balls starting to ache even more now that shock had worn off. “Don't ever...kick a guy's balls."

“You bastard, you nearly took my head off!" Melissa squeaked out, tears welling in her eyes.

Time ticked by slowly, pains fading and sanity returning. Sitting upright, Kincade held a shaking wing out to help lever Melissa to her feet. “I'm sorry," he said, a guilty look in his downcast face, his cock slapping against his belly when he struggled to his hooves, the pain radiating from his balls momentarily quelling his lust. “I've never need to cum so much in my life. It just took over."

“Yeah." Melissa nodded understandingly, the hand cradling her muff already rubbing in an attempt to get her off. “I think I know how you felt."

“Can you please suck me off?" Kincade blurted out, stress emphasizing ever syllable, his golden eyes pleading desperately. “Please? I'll make it up to you but I feel like I'm going to burst if I don't cum right now."

The finger flicked across her bud one more time, then she pulled her hand away. Her pussy clenched tightly, her stomach fluttering and her whole body tingled from the sight of that length being offered. The lust magic tore through her mind and tried to drive all other thoughts from her head, only the fear of being recaptured staying her hand. With a dry mouth she said, “We need to get away from the river. Find a cave, or somewhere safe."

Kincade clenched his beak, looking like he would object, but he knew the sense in her words. Following the human to push their way through the bushes deeper into the forest, the memory of the previous night resurfaced. The hours he had spent servicing the succubus Queen, the toys and devices she had used on him. The magic she had poured into his body to keep him going, her riding him, him riding her to greater heights of pleasure. Her well toned figure grinding against him, breasts heaving with every stroke he made inside her constricting depths, the inferno of heat her sweltering canal had embraced him with. He could almost cum from the memory of her labia stretched taut around his girth, the masculine pride he felt from those plump lips expanding into an obscene “O", taken to the limit of their capacity. How he had pushed so deeply he could feel her cervix against his flare, yet he still had inches left to fill her with.

He shook his head, trying to drive out the images of her dark red body, rivulets of moisture running from those glistening folds down her inner thigh. The sight of her bent over in front of him, every angle of her body being presented, the puffy drooling lips between her legs, so similar to a hippogryph's, but still exotically different. So similar to Melissa's when she had bent over in front of him.

Melissa let out a gasp when she felt Kincade's beak brush against her hair, his nares inhaling deeply to gather her scent. His cock slapped loudly against his belly, streaks of precum smearing across the rust coloured fur. She giggled at the snort of air across the nape of her neck, the fire in her belly reigniting when she smelled his heady musk in the air. One last, brief moment of worry flickered through her thoughts before she spun and grabbed Kincade's face, bringing it to her lips. Feeling her way across his beak with her tongue, she cradled his head and nuzzled against it.

Kincade was the first to move on, rubbing his chin across her head and letting out a whoop of delight, grabbing her in his forelegs and rolling to the ground on top of her. Gently grasping a silvery lock of her hair, he tugged happily, having to remind himself humans may not get the same joy from preening as his own kind did.

Great golden eyes locked onto Melissa's brown ones, the mobile corners of his beak quirking up when he traced her curves with his forelegs, sliding them up the side of her chest and kneading her breasts with the thick, coarse pads of his palms. A moment of doubt entered Melissa's mind when those powerful talons worked their way to her chest, but she unwound into whimpers of delight when they began massaging her nipples with a careful and gentle touch she wouldn't have expected.

Leaning down to rub his beak against her jaw, he slipped his agile tongue out and slid it across her lips, pressing so lightly she barely felt it, then gradually increasing pressure to gauge her tolerance. Kissing back, Melissa seized a handful of feathers from his head by the base and tugged outwards, Kincade's body shivering atop her in pleasure. A hot, moist pillar of naked flesh prodded at the human's thigh, thick strands of precum smearing on her leg to mingle with the sticky fluids pouring from her own depths.

He lifted his hips into the air when he felt her raise her legs, gripping his cock between her feet in a display of flexibility he didn't know the human had. Tugging from the root and gliding down his length, the feet milked him in time to his micro thrusts, his hips quivering and tail thrashing from the build up. He pulled back and spread his wings to release the tension building in his muscles, gazing down to take in the sight. Her body was flushed, her chest heaving and a broad grin on her face. Flicking his dick out of her foots grasp, he assessed his options. Slapping his pole against her mound, threads of pre-cum stuck to her crotch, connecting their needy parts. Her lower lips were loose and dripping, the bud of her clit standing from her body and glistening.

Unable to take it anymore, Kincade lowered his hindquarters, a moment of trepidation racing across Melissa's face when his massive shaft lined up with her quivering slit. Her hand darted down and gripped the shaft, her fingers unable to fully encircle his girth. She held him at bay, her lust addled mind certain this could work and trying to convince her more rational side the same. Tingles of excitement ran through her belly, the purely physical desire to engulf the maleness hovering over her groin and feel another heartbeat inside her once more, but for the sheer size of the thing.

The erection was throbbing in her hand, the heavy balls swaying between his legs and awaiting their release. Melissa wasn't so far gone she couldn't imagine the damage such a member could do in a fit of passion. “Okay," she said, breathlessly. “But at my pace. I need to be on top."

Kincade was on his back before she had finished talking, wings spread beneath him and tail splayed behind, legs twitching eagerly. Melissa clambered across his belly, resting herself on the hot rod and sliding her hips rhythmically along it, her plump labia kissing the shaft.

Moving up, she aligned her entrance to the broad head and let it press itself in. Slick with need, her lips spread easily revealing the pink, dripping hole hidden within. Gaping with anticipation, her vagina gripped the blunt head and internal muscles relaxed even further, fluid gushing from her body in an effort to assist entry.

Her hair hung across her red face, body shiny with sweat as she ground backwards, trying to get an angle that would allow her to engulf the meat below. A grimace of pain darted across the human's face when her body stretched, struggling to fit around the offered spire. The head pushed hard against her, slipping and popping from her entrance to roll across and massaging her clit delightfully, but unable to penetrate. She wanted it, needed to feel that fullness, but the pain was too much, her canal fighting to accept a shaft built for a female far larger than herself.

Kincade bit back his disappointment when Melissa seemed unable to accommodate him, throwing her legs over his chest and grabbing his dick in her hands, squeezing tightly and suckling the head as if in apology. His balls ached from the buildup, the human's soaking wet pussy bobbing up and down inches from his face, smelling of sex and lust. He lunged his beak forward and mashed the delicate clit with his tongue, rolling circles rapidly around the mage's button. She bucked her hip reflexively, that soft mouth gripped and suckled on as much of his girth as she could take.

Her tongue swirled around the tip and fingers pumped his shaft furiously, but it didn't seem enough. He had been too long without a warm body fulling encasing his length and he needed this now more than ever. The soft and gentle grip of a human's hands may have been enough any other day, but now he needed the hard, animalistic rutting he could only provide himself.

Grabbing her hips with his talons, he rolled back over onto all fours and pinned her to the ground. The startled gasp escaping her lips turned to a yelp when he spun her to face him and pushed her onto her back, staring up at him in shock.

Flicking the flaring head of his dick above her pussy mound and letting it rest by her belly button, he gripped her shoulders in his foreclaws and was delighted to see her comprehension when she angled her groin into the air, her swollen labia suckling the bottom of his shaft. Folding her knees to her chest and locking her ankles together, she gripped his member tightly between her thighs. Crossing her arms around the shaft and letting the head slip between her breasts, she rocked her hips up in time with her partner's thrusts, the thick veiny rod mashing against her sensitive nub and building up speed, working their bodies to orgasm.

Warm flesh caged his cock on all sides, enough lubricant leaking out of the two of them that Kincade's shaft pistoned rapidly and with little friction. He churred in pleasure and held back nothing, knowing he wouldn't hurt her like this. Every inch of his dick was being serviced, the tight grip hot and sweet. The slapping of his balls striking Melissa's buttocks echoed throughout the forest, the tell tale sparks and tingles running up his spine signaling the release he had been waiting for. He took a deep breathe and kept pounding, unsure if all the blood rushing to his shaft would make the thing explode, or if he'd pass out first.

Feathers tickled Melissa's nipples, sparks of pleasure shivering through her nerves every time the thick shaft slipped between her legs, rubbing maddeningly across her engorged bud. Each thrust was accompanied by the slapping sting of his fist sized balls colliding with her buttocks, the squelch of wet skin embracing rigid flesh as ecstasy grew. Looking up she could see Kincade's beak hanging open, his tongue lolling out as his bucks became more erratic, feathers puffing out and wings flaring. With one final lung forwards, he forced himself as deeply as he could, his flare expanding in the cold air, then engulfed in hot moisture.

Melissa's jaw ached as she sucked as much of the rigid cockhead into her mouth as she could. Her tongue swirled around the dimpled underside and her hands playing the shaft like a flute, her own magically expanded lusts making her crave the thick fluid she could suckle from the throbbing crown. She could see the muscles in his legs twitching involuntarily, knew his fist sized orbs must be tensing in their wrinkled sack, drawing against his body, then firing.

Kincade's flare spread wide, an avian screech of joy sounding when the euphoria filled his body and set every muscle trembling as he rode out the strongest orgasm of his life. His balls clenched hard up against his body and ejected their burden, waves of seed exploded from the flared tip to fill the human's mouth with thick white frosting. Rapidly swallowing to avoid drowning, she stroked the discharging cannon to ensure she had milked the hippogryph dry, rivulets of cum dribbling down her chin.

So close to release herself, she let Kincade's cock free of her grip and dove a hand between her legs to rub furiously against her clit, forcing three fingers inside to give her clenching muscles something to grip and suckle. Orgasm exploded from her, fluids gushing from her body and her back arching and twitching. Her face bright red and panting heavily, she grinned up at Kincade, the male flopping down next to her and breathing a sigh of relief.

“Feel better?" she asked, watching the dripping stallionhood slowly retract back into it's pouch.

Quirking the corners of his beak into a grin, he nuzzled Melissa's neck. “Yeah. Give me a minute and we can go again."

Sanity returning to them, the mage just nodded, looking around the clearing. Kincade followed her gaze, the red leaved trees and twins suns above reminding they were far from home. Without the lust clouding their minds, they were free to consider their futures.

Kincade looked to the sky, trying to judge the time of day. “We need to find somewhere to stay the night. Maybe there's someone in a town or village that could get us home?"

Melissa couldn't hide the doubt in her voice. “Yeah. I'm sure."

The basilisk slithered his bulk through the statues in his lair, each one frozen from his pertification stare. Ratkin were well represented, but they had learned years ago not to get close to his territory, forcing him to resort to wildlife for his entertainment. A female brown bear, ten feet tall and rearing up had it's body twisted and fur flattened by the basilisk's coils when it had been turned to stone, a look of rage and indignation forever frozen on it's feral face.

The basilisk lifted his head to eye level with the bear, delighting in the memory of it's capture. He had stolen it's cub, lured it down to his home and wrapped himself around it, using it's body to sate his own pleasure before casting his enchantments across it. Now no more than an amusing trophy, it's vagina and anus still gaped obscenely where it had been been penetrated by his twin spires during petrification.

A swelling desire warmed the basilisks cloaca, the tips of his members brushing the dirt floor when he slid towards the cave entrance. A statue of a male deer crumpled on the floor was his most recent capture, it's limbs bent and broken when he had constricted around it. His long, forked tongue flicked against the deer's stone rump, able to taste the remnants of stale cum he had deposited deep inside it's bowel, the ring split open and ruptured from forcing his double header into it.

On he went, past a ratkin couple hugging each other tightly as he had taken both at once, past adventures who had believed they could best him and animals that had wandered in by accident. Slithering out into the open, he lifted his head, tasting the air. The suns shone down on his dark green scales, warming him while he made his way through the trees, senses alert for signs of activity.

Ratkin were fun, but they had an annoying tendency to burst when he forced his entire lengths into them. Deer were more likely, but he had taken many of them over the past few months. He wanted something new, something exotic, and the scent of sex he had just picked up held promise.

Moving silently, he tasted the smell of prey, could hear the heated huffing and groaning of bodies paying more attention to each other than their surroundings. Lifting his head cautiously, his heart beat faster in excitement at the sight of a large, feathered horse atop a human, the scent of spilled seed in the air. A human, a creature he had not defiled for longer than he could remember, not since that human mage had stumbled upon his lair.

A thud sounded as the feathered horse fell to it's side, the basilisk seeing the hawk-like head and, disappointingly, the penis between it's legs. He began sliding closer, annoyed at the bird-horse for not being female. It was far more pleasurable for him when each of his dicks had it's own hole. He didn't like sharing.

“We need to find somewhere to stay the night." The bird-horse was saying in a deep guttural voice, staring at the sky. It was making sneaking up on it so easy, it was as if it wanted to be caught. “Maybe there's someone in a town or village that could get us home?"

The human was climbing to her feet. “Yeah. I'm sure." She said, seemingly picking a direction at random and slowly walking off. The bird-horse climbed to his feet and followed, his claws and hooves thumping on the hard packed dirt, the vibrations resonating up the basilisk's belly.

Moving after them, the basilisk kept out of sight, an easy feat as neither creature seemed alert to any danger. The serpent smiled to himself. He would show them the error in that. Catching either by itself would be easy, but to get both without the other running off could be tricky. The bird-horse may be able to fly away, and should be taken out first. Human's could turn easily, but were slow in a straight line. The basilisk picked up speed, targeting the hind leg of the bird-horse and opened his mouth, venom dripping from his fangs.

Kincade trudged along, his boys feeling so much better now that he had emptied them out. He flicked his wings to straighten the primaries and get some of the dirt from them. He would have to spend several hours preening himself back into a presentable state, his own vanity picking a bad time to speak up. He twisted his head to try to get the weight of the collar to settle around his neck, relieved it was no longer controlling him. Questions flowed through his head, built up over the hours he had been unable to ask, now unsure which to ask first. “So, since we never really got to know each other, this seems -"

A flicker of movement in his peripheral, avian eyes spotting the incoming attack and the reflexes of a bird throwing him to the side before he even knew what he was doing. A huge reptilian head darted forwards and snapped it's jaws where his leg had just been. Kincade leaped backwards and brandished his talons, wings flaring out and a shrieking whiny of warning emanated from his throat.

Melissa screamed when the snake reared up, it's seven meter long body coiling for another strike, large spines along it's back and head flaring up in intimidation. Flat, dead eyes flicked from one to the other, then hurtled towards the human, slamming into a glowing gold forcefield protecting her. He recoiled hissing in anger.

“Kincade! Don't look at it's eyes!" Melissa cried out, staring at the ground in front of the serpent. “It's a basilisk! It can turn you to stone!"

A low, spitting wheeze like air escaping a balloon came from the basilisk's throat, the sound of it's laughter. It spoke in a loud, severe voice, towering over Melissa's magical dome. “So you recognize me, human? And here I thought I'd be your first." He turned to face Kincade, the hippogryph trying to circle behind him. “Don't get to close, bird. I definitely bite."

“I am a member of Port Hudley Mages Guild." Melissa said, hoping the claim would work this time. “We have a truce with demons. You do not harm us, we will not hunt you down. We don't wish any trouble."

“Oh, little cock warmer. You think a promise with humans has value?" He opened his mouth wide, two large fangs descending from his palate and dripping venom onto the ground. Circling around Melissa's dome, he thumped his head against the shield and sent a crackle of energy flaring from the impact. “We honour deals only as long as they are amusing. You are toys, playthings. Nothing more."

The thump of heavy wings flapping caught the basilisk's attention, Kincade kicking up dust and leaping into the air, powerful wing beats dragging him into the sky and pulling away rapidly. Melissa stared slack jawed and terrified as he disappeared above the tree tops.

The hissing whine of laughter came back and the basilisk coiled tightly around the mage's forcefield. The look of fear on her face was enthralling to him, the way her naked body shivered and jiggled, those mammalian breasts heaving with her every breath. How her heart beat so rapidly, yet her skin paled in despair. He lifted his tail and held it to the energy dome, his twin spires sliding free with his excitement. “What will you do now? Hide in your bubble forever? Let it down and submit to me. Or, don't." He hissed happily. “It's so much more fun when you struggle."

Energy crackled around the dicks the basilisk held against Melissa's shield. She looked away in disgust at the monstrously shaped things, terrified of what they would do to her insides. Each one was as long as her forearm, bulbous heads riddled with spines and knobs like some medieval torture device. It was taking more effort to hold her shield, the massive coils of the basilisk increasing the pressure, her energy failing once again.

“I had a human once before, so many years ago. How she screamed so exquisitely. I do look forward to hearing such sounds again." The basilisk drew one of his shafts into his mouth, sucking on it loudly, running his tongue around it's spires. He could crush this little dome of magic in an instant if he wished. So much better when the prey thinks it has a chance of escaping. “Won't it be nice when you do this for me? You throat bulging around me, stomach filling with my seed."

Melissa looked up and almost got caught in the basilisk's gaze, her eyes darting down again. “You're, you're a demon. Maybe we can make a deal? I have some sway back home. If you let me go, I can offer magical items. Or books? Knowledge held in the Arcanium at my guild?"

The look of desperation on the human's face was exquisite, the basilisk's members reaching full mast. He coiled tighter around the dome, cracks forming in the energy as it was pushed to it's limit. “All I want... Is your soul." He could nearly cum just from the look on her face. Sucking on the bigger of his two dicks greedily, he worked his mouth up and down the length joyfully.

The boulder fell from the sky and slammed down on his head at near terminal velocity, smashing his jaw closed around his own dick. Blood filled his mouth and agony tore through his nethers, one fang piercing through his own cock and jamming in it. His grip around the dome released and he fell back, concussion ringing in his ears and disorientation obscuring the world. Dark red blood filled his mouth from the puncture wound in his shaft, horror filling his mind when the pain began seeping into his consciousness.

A large feathered bird- horse dropped from the sky and landed atop him, talons tearing at his face and trying to gouge out his eyes. The basilisk screamed and reflexively thrashed his body to hurl the bird-horse to the side, his head drawing back and tore through his own dick, the once mighty shaft hanging on by no more than a thread of flesh.

Kincade had to cover his ears from the scream the basilisk made, it's coils twisting in pain and confused rage. Melissa was trying to run with her shield still active, beckoning him to follow her, but the enormous snake was blocking the way. It's beady eyes were full of fury and it opened it's mouth, dropped it's fangs and froze in place.

The hippogryph was crouched over the basilisk's groin, the one rapidly deflating member gripped tightly in that razor sharp beak, the hooked tip pressing painfully into the shaft still attached. He held his eyes closed to avoid the petrification stare the serpent was trying to give him, one taloned foreclaw with a death grip around the bleeding base of the dick to stop it from slipping back inside the serpent's cloaca.

The tingling chime of a magical spell being discharged sounded nearby, Melissa stepping forward and moving around to stand by her companion. The basilisk tensed his body and the beak in his groin instantly tightened, a bead of blood welling from the point of the beak pressing in. Shock was wearing off and the serpent's head was clearing, and he began trembling at the realization of what had happened.

He could feel nothing of the deflated cock past the bleeding base, the rest of the torn length hanging limply from his groin, never to be used again. Never to be speared into another, to feel the joyful warm friction that came with claiming another's hole. The one still attached was what his kind referred to as their spare, shorter, thinner and smoother than the one they used for mating. And it was one wrong move from being taken from him as well. “I - "

“If the next words out of your mouth aren't how to get out of this hell hole," Melissa interrupted, her body quivering with anger, mirroring the basilisk's emotions. “My friend here will remove you from the gene pool."

The basilisk couldn't cry, but he wanted to.

It proved extremely difficult following a giant snake back to it's lair while keeping it's blood slicked dick firmly held in your beak. The tail whipped back and forth with each undulation of the massive body, given Kincade a headache and whiplash when he tried to follow behind, the weight if the heavy golden collar hurting his neck. The sour taste of unwashed male genitals was making him sick, and despite his own sexual preferences a cock in his mouth was activating the succubus curse and making his own dick droop from his sheath.

Now standing in a dark cavern, lit by a glowing orb of energy Melissa had cast, the three stood before the statue of a female human. Her robes and belongings had not turned to stone with her and had instead been ravaged by the passage of time, the tattered ruins of clothing signally her to have once been a mage of great power.

The look of pain and distress permanently etched upon her face was enough for Kincade to pity this nameless mage, her posture bent over with her exposed backside in the air and one arm twisted to near breaking behind her back. Kincade was fairly certain, judging by what he had seen of the other statues in this cave, that this woman was exposing more than just her cheeks to the air.

An amulet was hanging from her neck, the leather necklace it hung upon frayed with time. Runes of great power were inscribed into the amulet, a large red gem in the middle undoubtedly absorbing magical energy from the ether and storing it until it was required to cross dimensions.

“This is the human." The basilisk whined miserably, feeling woozy from blood loss. “She came here looking for power. She had a baby with her, wanted to trade it's soul for a powerful relic. I don't trade treasure, and I don't have the ability to bestow magic to others."

Melissa inspecting the sorcerer's face to see if she recognized her. Anyone with access to a dimensional amulet that went missing would surely have had her likeness shown around to other guilds to keep an eye out for, yet this woman seemed wholly unfamiliar. Possibly from one of the demon worshiping cults that seemed to pop up from time to time. “What happened to the baby?" She asked.

The basilisk didn't answer. Kincade felt marginally less pity for the woman.

Reaching out for the amulet, Melissa cast her mage sight onto it, trying to sense if it was trapped. It seemed to be no more than what the basilisk had told them. This human had tried to barter for power, but failed. While she was being - Melissa grimaced - punished, she had attempted to use the amulet to escape, only for the basilisk to break her arm and turned her to stone.

“Why haven't her clothes turned to stone as well?" She asked, grabbing the amulet and sliding it over the statue's head. It seemed simple enough to use, basically an extremely powerful teleportation spell coupled with an internal power gem to supplement the users own magic. Such a device would be worth a fortune back home and all she had to do was tell it where to take them, and that's where they would be. Home.

“Clothes don't change. That's stupid." The basilisk said, whimpering at the spike of pressure the bird-horse kept pushing into his sensitive flesh. “Just take it and go."

Running her senses around the amulet, Melissa was sure she could get them back to Port Hudley, or at least within walking distance. She looked down at her naked form, then began pulling the tattered robe from the stone woman. Dressed well enough so she wouldn't be arrested for public indecency, she idly wondered why hippogryphs were allowed to flounce their bits without anyone complaining.

Gripping the amulet in hand and activating it, she felt her mind expand, the sense that she could see all that existed. Her awareness grew, searching different dimensions until she found home. The first true smile since she got here crested her face and she said, “Right, Cade. Let's go."

Energy began sparking around the mage and Kincade sidled closer to her while keeping a firm grip on the meat in his beak. Not needing lips to speak, he managed to make himself well understood around the shaft. “Stretch your body out straight and stare at the wall."

The basilisk did hesitantly, not wanting to let them go, but more interested in licking his wounds and recovering from the day. When the creature's head was as far from him as possible, Kincade let go off the dick and jumped back next to Melissa, who activated the amulet.

A swirl of energy lit up the cave, the red gem glowing magnificently in her hand. A vortex opened beneath the two of them and lifted up, whisking them far away.

To be continued.