[Author's note: this story was inspired by original characters created by a friend of mine, who envisioned a small group of nobles sworn to defend the world from corrupted, X-rated monsters from the beyond. There's definitely some timelines where they are successful. This is a story in the "bad end" tradition; that is to say, they fail.
Having neatly spoiled the premise, let me go on to say that this story, naturally, contains all sorts of kinky stuff, including fantasy nonconsent, which you should only replicate in real life with a safeword and basic safety precautions. If that's your idea of a good time, then read on!]
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Zalezda was the first to be taken.
Maybe she should have paid better attention to the book. She'd collected a fairly impressive library, but each volume was valuable to her and she remembered every one. The appearance of an entirely nondescript, slightly threadbare book upon her shelf should not have passed without notice.
But then, everyone gets careless.
She was definitely bored, and a little tired, and didn't give a second thought to the book that she selected at random for a bedtime story. It was an interesting book. Not one she had read before. Vaguely familiar, but a plotline fully alien to her memory...
There was a protagonist, a human girl, not a sea elf like the swashbuckling characters that were so popular in her favorite cheap novels. No, this was a story of a human girl, and her perfectly ordinary life, and the perfectly ordinary things that she did.
Public sex, for example. It was normal to reward a trusted friend by railing him in the town square. Wasn't it?
(Almost without thinking, Zalezda slipped a hand beneath her waistband.)
She'd been busy lately, not much time to read for fun, and she couldn't remember a story that was ever this enticing.
The heroine of this book continued on her merry way. Next, she stumbled across a gang of marlsune ruffians.
Zalezda knew that marlsune weren't generally troublemakers. In fact, while their kitsune heritage might worry the uneducated, marlsune were known to be scrupulously honest. Having them gang up on some unwary traveler was...really out of character.
But damn, it was something to think about. Those fluffy tails, swishing and swirling, their voices a gentle purr...
Just think
, the book seemed to be saying,
what fun you would have with those little freaks. And we haven't even sampled the full realm of beastkin. I know a few neko wenches who could use a bit of discipline
.
Zalezda bit her lip.
Or, perhaps...I could have them dish it out. You want discipline, don't you, girl?
She did, she certainly did. Since youth, she and her sisters had been trained most rigorously to resist the incursions of the fel. The strictest discipline was necessary to keep them from forgetting their mission. Their life's purpose.
It's alright
, she shivered at the words in her head,
there's nothing wrong with taking some time off. Hard work deserves a bit of play. Just relax, Zalezda, and turn that page...
The marlsune ruffians were doing their best to wear out the stamina of the plucky heroine. Fortunately, this girl had been cursed by a lago'mae whorelock to never lack for desire. If anything, she had the upper hand. Even if she was currently getting gangbanged by a bunch of lowlifes.
You lot don't know the full reaches of your potential. Denying yourself to sharpen the senses...where's the logic in that? Is that what you want from your life?
There was a gemstone resting on Zalezda's bookshelf, casually tossed there after she'd recovered it from some hidden crypt. Enchanted to protect her mind, it flashed now in warning.
But Zalezda was fully engrossed in her book.
I can show you so many things. The world as you have never seen it, and worlds beyond. You weren't meant to swing a blade. You'd have far, far more fun shaking that ass of yours.
She had been basically just squirming against her hand, trying to tamp down her arousal long enough to get through the story. She didn't remember when she started, but she was fucking herself wantonly now, as the marlsune bandit leader plowed the slutty heroine, as the words kept filtering into her brain.
Good girl
, the voice whispered to her.
Good girl. I can see it now. You will be so precious to us, the flower of a dark lord's harem. There is nothing that is hidden from me.
Her head was spinning.
Zalezda, darling?
The voice was sweet.
We'll take good care of you.
When they came to collect her, she signed away her freedom with hardly a second thought.
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"The fuck are you doing?" Langalyn hissed. The minor succubus who seemed to be in charge of her cell didn't rise to the bait.
Being captured after a rather daring ambush, well, one of these days she was bound to slip up. If anything, Langalyn was more than a little amused by it all. They'd bagged her, but not her wife. She, alone among her sisters, had married, and married well, to a fiery lass who was certainly plotting a rescue with all the fury of an ill-tempered dragon.
"You know I'll be out of here in a week at most." Maybe she could provoke the succubus into doing something unwise. "And then you'll be the first one up against the wall. I guarantee it."
The succubus smiled. "Hm. That'll be nice." She adjusted Langalyn's cuffs. "You comfy?"
"Will be once I've got my foot up your ass," Langalyn growled. Maybe not her finest moment of attempted intimidation. It would've landed better if her captors didn't literally have her on her hands and knees. She looked like a whore presenting herself for doggystyle. The cuffs, of course, kept her from rising to her feet.
The succubus frowned, casting a wordless spell that didn't seem to do much except make the cuffs sparkle. "That's funny. It shouldn't interact like that."
"Need help with your wards, kiddo?" Langalyn could feel the relatively low magical powers which radiated from the succubus. Not a tremendous amount of magical talent, to be sure. This one probably wasn't very far up the hierarchy at all.
"No," the succubus said with a shrug, "this should do fine as it is. I just need to keep you from breaking out too quickly. Otherwise this is no fun."
"What's no fun?" Langalyn demanded. "Seriously. Cut the dramatics, madame thespian. I know what you lot do to captives, so just get on with it."
A more experienced demon would have told her off, or punished her for talking back. This succubus, evidently a very junior one, glared at her indignantly. And pouted. "No fair," she said, "I don't ever get a chance to monologue."
Langalyn made a face.
"Oh, okay." The succubus shrugged. "I guess it's not fashionable, is it? Never mind me. I can work in silence."
And she did, Langalyn glaring at her all the while.
A distant rumble startled Langalyn, causing her to jump. Or, at least, twitch within her bonds. "What was that?" she demanded. It irked her a little that she was the one to speak first.
The succubus grinned. "That was your new roommate."
"My...what?" Langalyn looked around in confusion. Her cell wasn't one furnished for two prisoners. Although, now that she was looking closely, the ceiling was much higher than usual. It wasn't a small room, either; there was a whole lot of space. And the doorway, well, it wouldn't have looked out of place as the entrance to a decent-sized castle, tall as it was.
"What the fuck is going on?!"
There was another distant rumble, and then the
thud, thud, thud
of heavy footsteps.
"We know a little about you, Langalyn," the succubus purred. "My bosses thought you'd like this a whole lot."
The heavy door to the cell swung open. Langalyn craned her head back to see. There, in the entranceway, stood...a dragon?
Langalyn's breath caught in her throat. No, that was no dragon. No dragon was inky-black with a purple shimmer like this one. Some fel creation, undoubtedly. It was a wrongness in the world; she could almost taste the corrupting magic. It looked at her with knowing, intelligent eyes, with a glint of mischief or maybe hunger. It seemed to be inspecting her, and grinning.
She definitely didn't miss the erect cock that jutted from between its legs.
"What the-!"
"Oh, don't play coy with us," the succubus breathed into her ear. "We know exactly what a naughty dragonfucker you are. Think those 'experiments' were anything but subtle? That none of us could have guessed why you'd disappear for weeks at a time?" She chuckled. "Think of this as an extended vacation. A reward for what you're about to do for us, when we take the world by force."
"I, I..." Langalyn stammered. They'd done a very good job making this artificial dragon.
It's just a construct
, her conscious mind was reminding her,
don't be fooled, don't give in
, but all she could think about was the very familiar scent of a dragon's lust.
"Just relax," the succubus reassured her. "And take it like the slut you are..."
Any protest that Langalyn would have made evaporated when the succubus started teasing her wetness, stroking and fondling and then, without any warning, delivering a stinging smack to her ass. Langalyn yelped, then gasped as the succubus went back to petting.
"Wait," she belatedly realized, "that thing's size, it's too big-"
