This concludes the adventures of the dark elves and other races, and brings them up to modern time. This is primarily an adventure story set in a fantasy world, where the sex scenes are the spice but not the staple. I wrote one more sequel, set in the present day, but since I wrote it for children it does not contain any erotic elements. I may include it in the 'non erotic' section of Literotica.
Chapter 1: Xiana's defeat
Xiana materialised inside the Temple pentacle at the Hub of the drow complex. She had escaped unmarked from a difficult battle where she had seriously mauled her opponent; her beautiful naked body had not a scratch on it, but her pride had suffered a crushing defeat. A half-caste temple slave, a dwarfen freak and a renegade pervert had bested her, Xiana, Holy of Holies, High Priestess of the Spider Goddess, forcing her to run like a kobold into a hole. She knew that the Spider would punish her later but probably not as much as she punished herself with her self-loathing. A loathing that encompassed the universe, as she saw it all as an extension of herself.
There were five doors in each wall of the pentagonal temple, each door led to a small chamber, and each chamber was occupied. This was part of a trap that Xiana had prepared for her opponents, and which now appeared to be working against her. One of the doors opened, and the occupant stepped out.
It was grotesque. A hideous parody of a female figure, but with all the proportions unbalanced. The bulbous head with its bulging eyes was far too big for the spindly body, covered with barbed hairs and writhing whip-like tentacles. The legs were thick as tree trunks and the feet and hands were clawed.
The being smiled, showing large blood-stained teeth, sharpened to needle like points, and dripping with purple poison. It was not a nice smile. It was not even a cruel smile. The being showed no pleasure in cruelty, no triumph in victory. It was a smile of pure malice, untinged with any degree of emotion. A smile that told Xiana she was in deep trouble and would have been better off fighting until she died. The other four doors had now opened, and four equally twisted demonic beings stepped out of them.
"You will come with us to the Spider," one of them rasped.
Xiana had some powerful spells she could have cast. She could have stunned the five demons and then made a run for it. Teleporting to another bolt hole where she would be safe for a while. But she dismissed this option as prevarication. There was no escaping the Spider. Sooner or later she would be found, and caught in her sticky web. Xiana heard muffled cheers come from the torture chamber below. It appeared her usurper had wasted no time in cementing her reign. Xiana ground her teeth. The greatest mistake she had made in her life. She had herself connived to elevate Elspeth to the Secretariat, believing her to be of sound character. A career priestess to be sure, but no less useful because of this. Instead this little whippet had proved to be the worst traitor in the history of the drow. Far worse than the male pervert, and worse than the half-caste temple trash, who at least had her upbringing to excuse her.
Elspeth had been brought up in the most orthodox fashion, and it was ensured that no hint of heresy ever came her way. Yet somehow her brief contact with the human mercenary, contact Xiana had encouraged and indeed required, had unhinged her, and had let in a Power. A Power so great and terrible that even Xiana referred to it obliquely, if at all. For no drow dared name it, or even think about it. It was the bane of their existence, shut away since the Separation when the dark elves rebelled, but nevertheless occasionally breaking through and spiriting away promising drow to its influence. And now it had the new High Priestess in its sway, largely through Xiana's actions. It was no wonder the Spider wanted to see her, and fast.
Xiana bowed her head. "Let's go," she said.
The demons surrounded her and started their hideous chant
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Xiana did not know exactly where she was. It was not solid ground, but nor was it dream like. The terrain appeared formless, yet at the same time deformed and ugly. It was colourless yet not dark. The only features with any form were the spider webs; vine-like tendrils knitted into a tangled and twisted shape that defied pattern. Her demonic companions had disappeared. There was no noise, yet the place did not have the peace of silence. Everything about it whispered of evil, and even Xiana, who had worshipped evil all her life, was deathly afraid.
Then she saw Her. A being she had previously seen only in visions, and then only the small parts that were revealed to her. In the flesh -- if such it could be called -- she was more deformed. It was not as if she was ugly, not in the way that flesh can be ugly. In her own way she was beautiful, her face crafted to correspond to the ideals of drow femininity, and even her spider body, so well proportioned and perfectly made, did not appear as grotesque as it might have done. The ugliness was inside. And then Xiana sensed something else.
"You don't even exist," she gasped. "We -- generations of drow -- have fashioned you in our own image."
The spider creature gave a rasping laugh. "So now you know the secret of the gods. Most of us are as you say, extensions of your own being. But does that make us any less real? What if the positions had been reversed as you like to think they are. If we had made you in our image, would you be any less real?
"You yourself have done more to make me real than most dark elves of our time," she continued. "But you have blundered terribly. You have let in something that even we do not totally understand in its destructiveness. And you will never rest, nor be free from pain and hate until you have totally destroyed it. Herein is your punishment, and herein your redemption."
The nightmare vision faded, and Xiana found herself back in the temple. The demons had gone. She heard more noises downstairs. It seemed her successor was going to celebrate her reign with a formal inauguration. Xiana decided she had better make herself scarce. In any event, she now knew what she had to do.
Xiana's first visit was to her quarters, where she put on her priestly garments and packed a few small yet immensely valuable items, including her spying ball. She opened a gold chest, one that had cost the life of a battalion of dark elves and who knew how many feral deep goblins to procure, and took out a jewellery box. She opened the box carefully, remembering to disarm the poison tipped needle that would shoot into the bearer's hand like a wasp sting, and took out the spider amulet. She then picked up her ceremonial mace. A heavy club with sharp projections, all of these stained with blood and hunks of hair-covered flesh.
Xiana lifted the mace above her head ready to smash the priceless chest to tin foil for no other reason than to stop her successor getting it. Just before she reached her upswing she heard footsteps outside. Her successor was wasting no time in starting her clean up, it seemed. A veritable army appeared to be approaching her room. Xiana was already exhausted from one battle against a foe that she had certainly underestimated. She was not going to be caught in another fight until she was better prepared. Just before the door to her room was pounded down, Xiana disappeared again.
