"Oh Sharn. You have so much to learn. The gods of the Fel are real, not like the false idols your people worship. The golden streams from the warrior women of the Fel are the juices that sustain them in their dark temples beneath the fortress of Fel Jardine. The blood on the battlefield is the food that makes them grow. When enough blood has been shed they will rise amongst us and take back their rightful place back amongst the stars."
Sharn had never heard such rubbish. Piss drinking gods that lived under the earth. The people of the Fel were obviously quite mad. However, Felquest had spoken with such conviction she thought it best to bite her tongue. She then said her own silent prayer to her own god; Treg, the deity of the huntress, begging for a release from this nightmare. Suddenly a thought struck her.
"How many days have passed since your people murdered my village?" she quickly asked over her shoulder. The horse was making fast progress down the tunnel and already the air was becoming thick again with the cloying substance she had been subjected to whilst on the cart.
"Ten days. The drink in the cart was also a strong sedative and you would have slept most of the way."
Sharn coughed. The air was getting too thick to breath.
"Try and hold your breath and only breathe through your nose when you must have air," Felquest instructed. She continued, "We ride now through the very veins of 'Fel-a-libon' the mother goddess of all the Fel gods and hence the air is not for the likes of us mortals. However, all passages to Fel Jardine are such as these and all must pass through the goddess on the way to the homelands."
Sharn closed her eyes which were stinging now and tried to hold her breath. The tunnel vibrated with the sound of hoof beats as the horse ran on. Just when Sharn thought she could last no longer she suddenly felt a strong wind suddenly blowing down the tunnel towards them. Gasping for clean air she blinked her eyes open. The tunnel around them had widened considerably, its height growing in proportion to the broadening sides. Up ahead the tunnel became a wide cavern its floor sloping upwards into a steep incline and an open mouth of clear blue sky. Sharn had never seen anything so beautiful after all her time in the cave. Her eyes were watering as they made their way up the slope, the strong legs of their mount making short work of the uphill trail. At the very top of the slope was a sight that would live with Sharn for the rest of her days.
The open mouth of the cave system ended on the upper lip of a wide curving layer that ran on for miles around the edge of an impossibly enormous cavern, many times larger than the lands of her village combined. It was however, what stood so incredibly in the centre of crater that had stolen the air from her lungs. Towering so high that its apex vanished in the clouds, stood the mighty obsidian black fortress of Fel Jardine.
This was the living heart of these Amazon women, thought Sharn as she stared in wonder at the impossible structure. It jutted up from the crater floor like a living extension of the land around it. The base of the fortress was ringed with a moat of burning red rock, steam like vapours rising up and obscuring the lower levels. Buttresses, towers, windows and battlements pock marked the surface of the fortress, some situated at impossible angels.
It hurts to look at, Sharn thought as a sharp pain filled her mind. Coupled with the raw wound on the back of her head, the effect was making her nauseous. The air of the crater that had once seemed so fresh after the cloying mixture of the tunnel now seemed oppressive. A sense of dread flowed through her as they started around the large spiralling ramp that led downwards to the carter floor. The fortress was still many miles distance but it seemed disturbingly too close as if the laws of nature were being twisted some how.
Sharn shivered uncontrollably in the saddle although the air was warm. Behind her Felquest offered her no comfort, remaining silent as they rode. A feeling of oppression and malevolence filled through Sharn's body snapping at her strength. Her shivering continuing even as the temperature rose as they neared the river of fire at the crater bottom. In the end Sharn blacked out, welcoming the darkness of oblivion to that of the sight of the nearing fortress. She woke to her body being given a hard shake as she blinked awake to see Felquest standing over her.
At least she isn't peeing over my face again, thought Sharn. Suddenly her thoughts became focused. The fortress now towered above her. They were now at the gates to the entrance. Behind them lay a long bridge of black stone running over the moat of fire. The dark sensations she had been filling her mind before came hammering back. It was almost like a physical blow. The fortress screamed an insult to every good thing she believed in, it's every pore, nook and cranny seemingly steeped in evil.
Sharn voided her bladder with the overwhelming horror of it all. Hot urine flowed down her naked legs as she squirted her piss uncontrollably from her pussy. She collapsed into a ball on the floor drawing into a foetal position trying desperately to shut out the obscenity of the outside world. She was still pissing, unaware of it even as her warm urine sprayed over her closed thighs. Suddenly a strong pair of hands grabbed her and roughly forced to her feet. Sharn could barely stand. The oppression that radiated outwards from the fortress was too much.
The hands found her again and pushed her forwards. A new set of hands grabbed her roughly and pulled her onwards, crossing the threshold and entering into the dark shadow of the fortresses mouth. The effect was like a curtain being lifted from around her senses. Suddenly everything was normal again and Sharn blinked in the dim torchlight coming from the walls.
Looking around she desperately searched for Felquest but there was no sign. Instead a score of warrior woman stood around her, their pussies on proud display and a look of disgust upon their faces. Two of them were stood by her side and Sharn realised that they were still holding her. She tried to shake them off but their hold on her was too strong. A loud bell sounded in the distance and the two warriors started forwards dragging Sharn with them. All around, the other warrior women parted to give them way. Sharn stared in wonder at the display of all the tanned bare backsides and triangular shaped pussies that were on display.
Finally looking forwards Sharn realised she was being taken to along flight of stairs that led upwards into shadows. It was as she followed these stairs upwards that she first saw the monster. It was sitting there at the top of the steps waiting for her. Shadows danced over its flesh whilst its large unblinking bibulous eyes stared down at her. She was dragged forwards and thrown unceremoniously into a heap on the stairs. Looking up Sharn saw the creature move and she screamed with all her might as it came to claim her.
