The High Lord Tr'skel did not permit the use of portals to enter his citadel, so the next morning Tel made the long ride to his uncle's massive fortress with me seated facing him on the saddle. I was wearing my most modest leather dress, the one with the mid-length skirt and open back, my bosom and arms completely covered, although the skirt was around my waist, my mound pressed tightly against the base of my Master's cock, his magnificent shaft stretching the hot wet tightness within me, his cockhead deep in my belly. I squeezed and relaxed my vagina slowly on him, milking his cock with my body, trying my best to make him lose control and climax for his little pet, while he smiled at me affectionately.
He occasionally spurred the horsey-thing from its gently bobbing canter into a run, so my bottom bounced against the leather seat beneath me to make me squeal and pant with delight as I came for him instead, my arms wrapped round his chest. I would then rest my head against the leather of his riding jacket for a while, sighing softly, before beginning to wriggle against him again, contracting my inner muscles tightly on his still steel hard cockshaft, looking up into his eyes as our little 'travelling game' began again.
We eventually found ourselves on a long straight road lined on either side with ancient trees, that had long since grown into each other to enclose the road so that it ran like a foreboding tunnel to a ridge line in the distance. My Master spurred the horsey-thing into a gallop, making my hips jolt against him, my nubbin grinding against the base of his cock as my pussy contracted and relaxed rhythmically on his wonderful thick shaft. I came over and over again until I felt him begin to throb and pump inside me, screaming for joy for him as he finally groaned with delight for me, our mutual orgasm continuing until Tel reined the horse-beast in just as we reached the ridge.
We savoured the afterglow together, kissing slowly and tenderly, until my Master lifted me from his cock at last and turned me to face forwards, my thighs gripped under the front part of the saddle. He fastened his breeches, but left the skirt of my dress pulled up at the back so my bare bottom pressed against his crotch. He then made the horsey-thing walk on over the ridge and down the open road towards the citadel which now loomed before us, our journey almost over. Tel guided the horse-beast skillfully through the 'dragon's teeth', massive obstacles of stone designed to prevent the movement of siege engines close to the citadel walls, shaped like the teeth of a dragon of course, to the huge gate, which stood open.
"Kind of makes the obstacles redundant if the gate is open!" I said.
"Tr'skel's citadel was fortified at the time of the Great Cataclysm. Neither side could have breached its walls in a hundred years." Tel'estar replied. "It stands as it was then as an eternal monument to The Fallen, and as reminder to us all of how close we came to extinction!"
We passed under the gigantic stone Triskele that surmounted the gate as we rode into the citadel itself. Demons of all kinds were engaged in the work and life of the city. Some recognised and saluted the High estar as he urged the horsey-thing up the wide cobbled main thoroughfare, the ground rising beneath us as the beast began to pant from the exertion . We passed through more gates into what looked like residential areas, then a huge military barracks complex and finally into the high keep where Tr'skel and his family resided. I noticed that much of the citadel appeared unoccupied, the emplacements for ballistae and similar machines of war empty and obviously having been disused for centuries, some of the outbuildings overgrown with various plant life, and remarked upon this to Tel.
"As I have mentioned more than once," he answered patiently, like a teacher to a student, "the Demon population has never recovered from the devastation of the Great Cataclysm. The citadel emptied after the War, as the land needed to be worked, the towns and cities rebuilt. Had Tr'skel not secured the means of rebuilding our civilisation within the citadel, Demon-kind may well have perished even after peace was finally secured!"
"And yet the rumour persists that Tr'skel started the war?" I asked. "He seems to have been a sort of Noah, preserving your society while the rest of you did your best to destroy yourselves!"
Tel dismounted then helped me down, as usual lifting me like I was weightless, setting me on my sandalled feet before a female Fire-demon who I immediately recognised as the Lady Arya'infer. Despite her spectacular nudity, she embraced Tel'estar warmly, then turned to me, smiling widely.
"This must be Linzi, the Pleasure imp!" she said. I held out my hand, but she pulled me into a friendly embrace, hugging me tightly. "You are melded with my dearest niece, my sister's daughter. You are family to me, Linzi!" she said.
"Thank you, my lady." was all I could think of to say!
"Tr'skel has asked Linzi to be his Honorary Consort for the festival." Tel said to Arya. "Where may we find him?"
"Has he indeed?" Arya replied. "Whatever is he scheming now?" she said, looking at me and grinning! "You'll find him in the Great Hall, Tel. Linzi, I hope you will look favourably on our request that you assist us with the festival, and that we will see much more of each other over the next few weeks." She then left us to find her mate for ourselves.
"That wasn't very reassuring!" I said to Tel as we entered the high keep.
"I'm sure there is nothing to be concerned about." he replied. "My aunt Arya has a slightly sadistic sense of humour!"
We found our way into the Great Hall through a stout wooden door that opened into a wide passageway floored with flagstones. A second door on the other side of the passageway, opposite the door through which we had entered it, led into a grand circular hall with a set of huge doors at the far end, each one embossed with the Triskele. Life size statues of various types of Demons, all in armour and bearing arms, set on marble plinths two metres high, were positioned against the walls. The majority of the statues flanked doors of similar design to the one through which we had passed. Apart from Tel and myself, the huge space seemed to be vacant.
"Looks like we're alone in here!" I said.
"Look up." Tel replied.
I did as my Master said and gasped in surprise. Above us, hanging inverted from a crossbeam in the vaulted ceiling, I could see what looked like a huge bat! Its wings were folded around it, as if it were asleep. Suddenly, a huge, booming voice shouted my name as the bat spread its wings and dropped from the ceiling.
"Welcome, Linzi'estar! Pleasure imp!" the bat called to me, before it settled to the floor, then stood up, its wings folding around its body. As I looked more closely, I could see that what I had thought was a bat was in fact a man, an ebony skinned, bald headed man whose face radiated such authority and strength of character, his eyes such deep wisdom and intelligence, that Tel'estar seemed like a teenage boy by comparison. He strode forwards on clawed feet, his folded wings now resembling a long leather garment of some kind draped around the broad shoulders of his muscular upper body. I instinctively knelt before him, assuming the uncuffed pose that I hadn't used in well over a year.
"Tel! How are you, my boy?" he said, as the two embraced warmly.
"As well as can be expected!" Tel replied, with uncharacteristic jocularity, indicating that the two were old friends as well as relatives by marriage. "Yourself?"
"When you've lived as long as I have, you don't let minor aches and pains bother you!" he replied, laughing. "So, the Pleasure imp needed an escort?" he asked, looking down at me.
"It's an honour to meet you at last, High Lord Tr'skel." I said. "I am very grateful for your support with the Council last year."
"Off your knees, girl!" he exclaimed. "You are most definitely NOT here for that! Let me look at you properly." He reached out his hand to me and helped me to my feet.
"Very impish indeed!" he said, "although I have a feeling that you're a little weary of hearing that." Tr'skel said, smiling.
"I've gotten used to it, my lord!" I replied, smiling back. "I'm curious as to how you feel my 'impishness' can be of service to you and your festival, though."
"Tel, I wonder if Linzi and I might speak in private?" Tr'skel asked. "We will talk after the evening meal."
"Of course." Tel'estar replied, winking at me. "I'll go see how my cousins are."
Tel left through the door we had entered by. The Bat-demon led me to another exit on the far side of the hall. We ascended a stone staircase to an observation post near the top of the keep. Southwards the view was of the obstacle covered approach to the citadel through which Tel and I had come earlier. To the north, circling the farmland that kept the populace supplied with produce, were a range of high mountains that looked impassable, explaining how the citadel would have been impregnable during the Great Cataclysm. What was recognisably an athletics stadium occupied a large area near the citadel walls on that side. Tr'skel broke the silence.
"Please tell me honestly, little Linzi, what exactly do you know of me?" he asked.
"Seriously, my lord?" I replied.
