No Demons But Us

by A. S. Etaski

  You must make it so complicated, Dwarf?

  Just as I succeeded in undoing his belt, I felt the rapid rise of another lust-grip sweeping up to take me.

  “No!” I groaned in dread, my hands clasping the loosened belt in a grip which hurt my hands. “No, not now!”

  My knees were braced for balance and far enough apart to allow for easy mounting. My cunt shrieked at me as if claimed by Braqth Herself, demanding I make it happen right now, right here. Straddle…straddle him.

  Are you fucking insane?!

  I gasped for breath and trembled, trying to regain my self-control, wrenching my eyes away from where they’d drifted: the Tragar’s loose pants and bulging crotch. I looked back at his face.

  I froze.

  The Tragar’s eyes were open, entirely white and subtly glowing, his dark face and white beard stained with blood from his nose. He stared at me, seemed to catch me in a trap somehow as I couldn’t move, couldn’t look away from him. I felt a sharp pain inside my skull which forced a hoarse scream from my throat. Maddeningly, this did not squelch my need to mate, but the pain only seemed to enhance it.

  I’m dead. Oh, Goddess, I’m dead.

  And all my body wanted to do was fuck.

  The glaring Dwarf opened his mouth as if to speak or snarl, but then his eyes flew wide, and he suddenly sucked in his breath and went rigid. We stared at each other; I still had hold of his belt. I felt a power I didn’t understand connecting us—no—swamping us, crushing like a flood, entwining and swirling together with the leftover Priestess magic inside me.

  It robbed us of our right minds.

  I couldn’t blink or unlock our gaze, but I knew his cock grew hard as granite within his worker’s pants. Not only was the stout club brushing my hands, but I could feel his own arousal pulsing through my veins, answering the open call put out by my insatiable slit. It made my belly clench up.

  Oh, Goddess.

  ~Ichfren gow. Fretizga kohr!~

  I’d heard that inside my own mind, like the ritual link with Lelinahdara, and I understood the meaning, saw the image in his mind’s eye. It was disgusting, horrifying, and thrilling because it was what I wanted to do.

  Oh, Goddess!

  I tore his shabby trousers getting them open, but before I could straddle him, he grabbed me by both long ears and pulled my face down to his crotch. I gagged at the pungent, oily smell as he rubbed a dark and stubby, but very thick, male member across my nose and cheeks, touching his testicles to my lips. My tongue flicked out to lick at his sack, tasting its salt and bitterness using my full width.

  Why did I do that?!

  “Ichfren,” the Tragar grunted, clenching his muscular buttocks to grind his erection harder. “Ichfren!”

  One thick-fingered hand held my left ear while the right gripped my hair; he was strong enough to pull my mouth over the crown of his cock like putting on a stocking, and for some unfathomable reason I opened my mouth wider and did not bite him.

  ~Make it good and wet, stick-legs!~ Kain said. ~We’ll see if I split you in half with this massive tool when I do you at the other end!~

  Kain. His name was Kain, and he jammed the thickest cock I’d ever taken in my mouth, all the way to the back, making me gag once again. My tongue tried to caress him, tasting his unbathed, odorous shaft. Oh, Goddess, he was foul.

  But my cunt wanted it so badly that, for four or five lunges, I held still and let Kain fuck my throat, stretching it in a way I’d never experienced before. I felt his pleasure taken from my mouth, knew it as if it was my own; in return, he felt what it was like to swallow a whole scepter like this, with one’s nose pressed into a crisp, dirty-white thatch of Dwarf hair.

  *Yes. In my cunt next, Kain. It wants it. Needs it.*

  ~I know you do, trickster. Nothing but cowards and tricks, what Elves are.~

  *Fuck my cunt, Kain! Fuck me!*

  His very thoughts growled like an animal caught in a snare. ~This is wrong! How dare you corrupt me like this, Abyssal whore! I don’t know how you did this, spider-slut, but I… can’t… stop this!~

  The Tragar pulled me off his soggy prick and pushed me away; I coughed as I nearly collapsed but caught myself. I just got to my hands and knees when Kain stripped his cloak and waterskin off me, and he kicked my dagger away.

  My dagger, which had been beside me this entire time, was now next to his pickaxe.

  Out of reach.

  The soreness in my throat reminded me what I’d just done, and still, I remained on my knees waiting. Some juice from my slit leaked out, and I felt it slowly dripping, cooling, on one inner thigh.

  ~Whore!~ Kain bellowed, sharing that same sensation as he sloughed off his boots and pants completely. ~How dare you!~

  His broad hands took firm hold of my naked hips, pulled me up into position. Squatting powerful thighs, his big feet just outside my knees, he was in perfect stance to breed me.

  Yes!

  I shook my head feebly, braced on my elbows and incredulous that this was happening.

  “No…Don’t—!”

  The Dwarf pushed his cock into my slit; it was sucked in so easily yet opened me so widely that my eyes bugged. My body yielded with sick glee, it was nauseating! I moaned aloud to feel myself spread around his pole, to see it through his eyes. The penetration wasn’t deep, but I stretched wider to take him than I had any Davrin.

  Kain sucked on his thumb and pushed that into my netherhole.

  “Uh! Goddess!” I cried out, lifting my head up and staring at nothing, watching my own pucker squeeze eagerly around his digit, feeling my hot, full cunt pulse and engorge further.

  *I want your seed, Kain. Breed me! Now!*

  ~Diseased, twisted Elf.~

  He held his fat thumb inside me to his first knuckle as he clutched my ass cheeks and spread them open in his grip, watching his member disappear inside the scalding hole of a racial enemy.

  ~Feel this, flat-chested faerie! Feel this!~

  My hanging tits—because I did have them, I wasn’t flat—shook and jerked as he pounded my hole, reaming it as resentfully as the invisible wizard had taken my netherhole. I was ashamed to hear the sounds escaping between my lips; I wanted another male to stuff my mouth and muffle them so they wouldn’t echo around me like this!

  Blessedly it didn’t take long the first time. The underside of his cock tingled and tightened; I could feel it. Kain threw himself into his thrusts, his fingers bruising my flesh. He would not pull out before he had seeded my womb. Before…he planted—

  No! No, it’s impossible! It can’t happen!

  My cunt clenched down on him, milking and stroking him when I climaxed, when he groaned and slammed in one more time before holding still, cramming his coarse, filthy body hair up in my crevice, rubbing it along my backside and the backs of my thighs. He spurted inside me, five or six deep pulses as my traitorous slit gulped it down.

  That extraordinary, pleasurable release paralyzed him—paralyzed us—as no force could make him withdraw from the warm, wet sheath. I could feel his wide prick flexing and a throb inside me. I screamed at the pleasure of it, the loudest noise yet in the deep caverns, aware of nothing until I felt a softened member withdraw.

  My forehead was on the stone as I saw him in my mind’s eye. Kain had leaned back, watching with intense disgust and pride as his cream ooze out of a hard-stretched, Elven hole.

  “Noch,” he murmured.

  ~No.~

  “Kwernish toug?”

  ~Why are you doing this?~

  Resting my head on my arms now, I reached between my legs and caressed my folds, played with his semen. The fire in my belly had calmed down at last, as though the male offering was the missing component.

  *This is what the spell needs,* I thought.

  He heard me. ~Abyssal sickness. Release me.~

  “You can go,” I murmured in my native tongue. “Just go.”

  ~Release me, whore.~
r />   It struck me that I was tired of showing him my backside, of kneeling like this. I pushed myself up and whirled on him, looking him in the eye as I snarled, “What do you mean, release you?”

  Making eye contact again was a mistake.

  I gasped, and so did the Dwarf, staring into my blue eyes. He couldn’t tell they were blue, he only knew they were.

  The link.

  Still there. Still strong.

  The moment one of us had the thought to rut a second time—I wasn’t sure which of us it was—the shared heat between us strengthened and began again. I reached to pinch my own nipples, horrified and hoping the sharp pain would quell the surging arousal.

  It only made it stronger.

  ~Trickster! Release me!~

  Kain pushed me by my shoulders so hard that I struck the back of my head against the pathway. I felt his fat prick pushing between my legs before I even realized he had climbed on top of me, gripping my wrists and pinning them down. When I focused on the broad shoulders and bald head above me, grunting as he rutted me, our eyes locked again. In moments, it was as if the last orgasm hadn’t happened.

  ~No…~

  I squealed beneath the Dwarf like a helpless Noble violated by bandits. Kain crammed himself between my legs while my bare feet kicked toward the ceiling as if I could do nothing else—wanted to do nothing else. He slobbered over my tits, insulting the size of them, but also bit my purple nipples, praising their sensitivity. He jabbed into me again and again, and I was going to come.

  He was going to come.

  The swell of ecstasy would be every bit as powerful as the first.

  *Yes! Yes!*

  I tossed my head from side-to-side, sharing the climax as he held me down. I took the Tragar’s cream again in the same hole, collecting his offering like a thirsty addict even as my slit was too stretched out to hold much of it when he finally let me up.

  “Oh, Braqth, fucking go!” I cried, swiping at him. “Get away from me!”

  “Kwernish toug, Davrin!” he yelled back, infuriated as the heat of his rage mixed with that in my womb. ~Stronger. Your Goddess’s magic is stronger than me! Stop!~

  It didn’t stop. When the lust rose up to claim us both again, Kain attacked.

  He gripped my arms in an iron grasp and hauled me atop him. I could feel the stout erection returning already, pressing into my stomach, his naked legs tangled with mine. My nipples scraped across the leather chest piece, and he breathed heavily in my face, at once exhausted and excited. My legs parted to brace my knees on either side of his thighs, and my hips jerked as if to squat down on him myself.

  “Let me go!” I yelled in Davrin, but I didn’t pull away from him.

  My hips moved lewdly trying to impale myself on him. He laughed and snarled at the same time, holding still just long enough that I could take him into my sloppy hole, and then in pure frustration he bit me hard on the shoulder, breaking the skin.

  “Ah, fuck!” I cried.

  I jabbed him in the eye, kept fucking him as my hips rolled.

  “Ulkhein!” he snarled.

  We thrashed violently across the ground, and his squat staff popped out of my loose cunt as we fumbled off the edge of a boulder.

  “Short snot-sucker!” I bellowed, at last making a sincere effort to get away.

  Get out! Now!

  I nearly slipped free, but Kain pounced on me, pushing me belly-down to the ground with more than enough weight to pin me. With one of his palms on the back of my head and the other ignoring his terror, he aimed the broad, mushroom head in between my ass cheeks, pressing hard against my netherhole.

  “No! Oh, Goddess!”

  ~Slut! Don’t spread your legs! Don’t lift your—!~

  That was precisely what I did. I raised my ass for him, tilted my hips just right, and relaxed. In an instant, that massive, slippery head stretched my puckered barrier, popping inside, and the thick shaft inexorably passed behind it.

  “No!” I blurted, jerking with both nausea and ecstatic thrill; my eyes grew wide as the blunt weapon probed deeper. My thoughts escaped me as I froze in place.

  *Kain, you’re big! Oh, Goddess, you are enormous!*

  He could neither resist nor bear the praise.

  *Please, Goddess, I beg you, give me your offering!*

  ~Rraagh! Demoness!!~

  The bald Tragar lunged three more times, forcing grunts from us both as he squeezed all the way inside me. He held still after he was hilted, enjoying the way my hole resisted such a stretch; I could feel it quivering under strain. I knew what to do.

  Relax. Wait. Even with a broader cock, the rule proved the same. Eventually, I loosened up; it was more comfortable for Kain to move and so he did, rutting my dirt hole slowly at first, then faster as I moaned encouragement.

  ~Trickster…want to kill you. Need to kill you to make it stop.~

  *Cream in my netherhole first. Do it. Spurt, Tragar, spurt in my Abyssal pit!*

  He obeyed, pinning me, holding me helpless as he wallowed in my ass. He drooled on my back when we climaxed; I could feel every moment, every flex and pulse of his ejaculation. We were both scared when we didn’t seem to come down from this, but leveled off in a pool of pleasure that swirled around us and kept us spinning. He kept rutting the same hole without softening, going for a fourth time now that my ass was stretched and slick like my cunt.

  Oh Braqth, no, we can’t! Can’t think!

  I tried to get away from him, gasping in pleasure and rage, wriggling and scrambling as he held on tight to me as though he was drowning. He continued plowing into me. I felt his pleasure and pain in my mind; he felt my sore body, my raw knees and elbows and all its holes roughly used. It made no difference; I took that next offering between my cheeks regardless, moisture oozing and squishing out.

  ~Again…~ he thought in a mantic stupor, still gripping me, humping me with half an erection. ~Again, Davrin, take me again. Again, again, again…~

  Somehow his chant aided a separate thought of my own. In one instant, I saw my situation through this Goddess-damned haze. Kain had given in to the ritual magic, but his mind-talent still powered it like a chained slave pushing a milling wheel. Kain was going to fuck us to death, which could be very soon if something found us. Or, it could be a prolonged death of thirst and exhaustion.

  And I was tempted to let it happen. To give in, as he had.

  I heard a familiar, female voice laughing in delight inside my head, praising the unexpected boon to the Spider Queen’s power.

  This is the true version of how I almost killed you! Jilrina said.

  Desperate, I tried to toss her image out of my head. I grasped for the feeling, the memory of Elder D’Shea holding my arm, guiding me forward, sponsoring me where I’d never go otherwise.

  The reason I was here.

  Look at you, Jilrina shrieked in laughter. Crawling with a Dwarf stuck on your back plugging up your netherhole!

  “Rragh,” I growled, vaguely aware that Kain’s cock was rising up again. I grasped both for a stone to grip and any thought higher than my waist.

  D’Shea said, to the Red Sister Prime herself, that I could bend.

  I didn’t have to break.

  No demons but her now, and she could help make sure I was never on an altar again.

  I had to make it back first.

  I won’t die like this! I will stop this!

  I had my chance before Kain recovered his breath after the fifth time I climaxed, my teeth clenched as I struggled to retain any scrap of my own willpower while my slit whimpered for more of what my netherhole was getting. I pushed up and rolled us, finally pushing his cock out of my gaping back hole and twisting to face him.

  *Straddle…straddle him!*

  My free hand sought the first thing behind his head that I could reach.

  I found it.

  ~Fuck me!~

  Staring at his blank eyes, I said nothing, thought nothing, un
til the moment before I stabbed the sharp edge of broken stone into his unprotected temple.

  The mindlink shattered like crystal. Cold awareness rushed in through the heat. The pain became a real pain, something to avoid not yearn for.

  I sobbed, pulled myself free from his muscular arms as they went slack. I did not check to see if the Tragar was already dead before scrambling to retrieve my House’s blade from the ground. I returned swiftly to slit his throat.

  As you should have done at the start! So what if the cloak got bloody?!

  Part of me answered back. Bloody clothing attracts predators.

  That had been my justification. Now semen leaked down my legs instead, enough of it to reach my feet in an unbroken trail.

  Even this will probably attract something which eats Dwarves.

  I gripped my stained blade, my arms and back stiff. Slowly, I realized the clarity of thought and the calmness now was like nothing I’d ever felt. My body seemed quenched of the thirsts put upon it by Braqth’s ritual, and I could think again. It appeared at first my senses were sharper than they had ever been, though that may be relative to the blindness a moment before.

  Perfectly still, I listened, scented the heavy air, looked both ways down the dark tunnel. Was anyone watching us? Was any race, any creature coming down the road?

  Not yet. I must leave. Now.

  I did not act on my first impulse, which was to find something to wipe the gooey stains from between my legs. I left it smeared on my skin as I first scattered the contents of Kain’s pack about and pulled on the grey dwarf’s pants. I spent a decent bit of time piling dirt and rocks on top of the body to ruin physical evidence.

  No one will be able to reconstruct what happened here.

  In addition to the waterskin, food, cloak, belt, and my own blade, I also picked up the raw gems and the toolkit containing the most pieces and took those with me as well. I intended to dump them later, far from here. I only wanted to further obscure the reason for the attack on the Dwarf should one of the sentient races find the body before a hungry scavenger did. My head was numb and my eyes unblinking as I finished up and moved some distance away from the body. There I stood still, listening for a different tune now.