The Trial

by James Hunt

  "Lick it," Corella instructed, and her student obeyed. Kelria's tongue caressed every inch of his manhood. Focusing on the tip, she circled her wet tongue around the head, and flicked the underside, making it twitch in response. Corella cupped one of Kelria's large breasts in her hand and played with the pink nipple.

  "Suck it," She instructed. Kelria took the head of Tamain's cock into her mouth, and slowly slid the rest of it inside, as much as she could take, before sliding it back out with a wet pop. Corella's hand drifted down the girl's belly to her wet mound of brown bush. "Again," she commanded with a husky growl, and toyed with the girls pussy lips as she sucked Tamain. Kelria whimpered from the mixed stimulation. "Don't forget these," she added and lifted his cock up to expose his scrotum. "Gently, now love," whispered and guided the back of Kelria's head closer. Kelria gingerly encircled one of his balls with her tongue, before sucking it into her mouth. She held it there, caressing it with her warm wet muscle before releasing it.

  "Good girl," Corella said hotly against her ear as she leaned in to kiss her neck, while gently sliding a pair of fingers up inside Kelria's pussy. "One last lesson before I let you do whatever you want with that cock." She cooed, and Kelria moaned from the skilled intruder between her thighs.

  "It's something special only us large ladies can handle." She gave Tamain an evil smile. "It's something we only do when he has really earned it." She lifted her hand out from between Kelria's wet mound and coated Tamain's cock with the juices from her fingers.

  "Has it earned it my Pet?" She asked the delirious Lunarin girl in all honestly.

  "Yess." Kelria hissed as she eyed that glistening, hard, throbbing meat. "I'll do whatever he desires." she practically came herself from empathy as she watched Corella suck Tamain's twitching cock into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down his hard meat a few times, moaning in delight as she did, before pulling away leaving it wet from her saliva.

  "Wrap your tits around his nice... warm... cock... and let him fuck them," she commanded. Uncertain, but obedient, Kelria leaned it, hefted her heavy flesh up into her hands and pressed them together until they formed a healthy amount of cleavage. Into this, she slid Tamain's wet cock, and was enthralled from the load moan that came from his lips, the feeling of his hot angry meat against her chest, and the subsequent thrusting of his hips against her body. She watched amazed, as the head of his dark cock disappeared between her fleshly mounds, only to appear a moment later as it poked through the top.

  Tamain was lost his own delirium, and in only a few moments, all his pent up frustration exploded all over Kelria and her ample bosom. Tamain gasped and moaned as body convulsed from spurt after spurt of his seed erupting from his cock. It coated Kelria's face and chest, and kept coming until it prompted Corella to clamp her lips down around his head and take the rest of it into her mouth. She moaned loudly as she swallowed his rich, thick cum. When he was finally spent, and gasping for air, she released his cock from her lips, licked it clean, and then shared her savoring with Kelria with a wet kiss. The taste of his fluids on Corella's lips inflamed Kelria's desire even more, and her hands clung to the dark skinned woman. They swarmed over her body, feeling her curves and grasping feverishly at her dark breasts. Corella wrestled her to the ground and pinned her hands beside her head. She hovered over the girl, licked Tamain's spunk off her flesh, one glob at a time. And each time she carried it up to Kelria's waiting mouth where she shared it in an intense kiss.

  It didn't take long for Tamain to recover and it didn't take much of this show for his cock to resume jutting out proudly from his body. Despite being ignored again, as these two beauties entertained themselves, he held to his promise and kept quiet despite his internal protestations. His silence was eventually rewarded, and Corella released him from the bark-made shackles.

  "Tamain?" She pleaded in lust-filled whimper. "Please fuck her." she begged, as Kelria's lips had managed to latched onto one of Corella's nipples and were biting and licked her dark lover to another orgasm. She felt the rise building within her, but before it could crest, she felt Tamain's hands on her hips, and suddenly his thick manhood was inside her. Corella screamed lewdly and collapsed forward into Kelria, smothering the girls in her breasts. She muffled her screams of passion by biting onto the girl's ear. Her dripping pussy, aching from the denial she was intending for it, suddenly found itself being fucked by the hard cock she had promised to another. It didn't take long before Tamain's forceful thrusts into her hungry sex sent a barrage of quakes through her body as the most intense orgasm she'd had in a long time took her over. Corella whimpered between pants as her back arched and shoulders quivered from the powerful release.

  Tamain eased out of her, allowing her to savor the fulfilled sensation of their joined flesh, but he was not diminished. And once withdrawn, he angled his hips lower, and plunged deep inside the second wet, eagerly waiting woman before him. Kelria's breath caught in her throat and came out in a long content sigh as she was filled with him. Corella managed to roll herself to the side and allow the two lovers free clearance as she tried to catch her breath and her wits. Yet all she could manage were rhythmic moans of a profound afterglow.

  "Oh my shadowcat!" Kelria exclaimed as his hungry lips found hers and their tongues danced together in the heavy night air. His manhood pistoned in and out of her powerfully. It filled her up as much as her smaller frame could take before retreating pleasurably only to return again. She wrapped her legs around his hips and held onto him dearly. So much of her wanted this, needed this, had been craving this for so long, and now that it was finally here she wasn't letting him go.

  Sweat started to drip from his body to hers, and her heavy pants were filling the crisp night air with clouds of her breath. In an intense moment, he sank his teeth into the side of her neck, sucking her flesh between his lips will digging his teeth into her carefully with an intense growl of wanton passion. Kelria's submissive whimpers only fueled him on. His thrusts grew more forceful, until his whole body had turned into a fluid machine of ramming motion. Right when she thought he was about to release again, he moved, rolled her onto her side, and pulled one of her legs up to his shoulder, while straddling the other. From this position, the curvature of his long engorged cock found a delightful area of her womanhood she had been unaware of and each deep thrust electrified this pleasure center. Tamain settled into a slower, more gyrating rhythm. His lips found the toes of her extended leg, and suckled them one by one. Kelria squealed and whimpered in a mix of ticklish delight and rapidly peaking passion.

  Not one to be left out for long, Corella helped the girl along by nestling in against her bouncing breasts and suckled one pink areola into her mouth. She ran her tongue over the erect bud and bit it pleasurably just as Kelria had done to her. Kelria became a mess of erratic pants, whimpers, and unintelligible pleading as she neared her end. Corella spread her legs and started to rub her throbbing pussy, hoping for a third tonight while the moans of this pale skinned beauty fueled her on. Her fingers were shortly assisted by two of Tamain's fingers spreading her lips apart and curving deep inside her. There he held then, flexing them in out, massaging her inside while she rubbed her clitoris feverishly. Distracted between the two women, Tamain lost his pace, and his own pleasure peaked. His cock spasmed, his balls constricted, and torrent after torrent of his hot cum flooded deep inside Kelria's wanting pussy. After a few spurts of his eruption, her body locked up, and she started to shake violently. Tamain felt the walls of her womanhood constrict around him tightly, squeezing his cock as it pumped his seed deep inside her. Her convulsions milked him for all he had, until he collapsed beside her into a sweaty, breathless heap.

  The hot night air didn't aid their over-exerted bodies, and Tamain was forced to summon up a cool breeze to bring some relief. The sudden chill rewarded him with two hot bodies being pressed against him for warmth. Without a word, they found a natural position between them for rest, with Tamain gloriously sandwiched between two panting bosoms.
Such sights he would appreciate more greatly if Corella's plan hadn't so successfully exhausted him past the point of maintaining awakeness...

  ****

  Nightfall, and The Father lit three candles in his private chambers. They were thick, short and sat in polished brass basins on a simple short table against the wall. He knelt before it, pressed his hands together, and prayed silently. The halls of the Monastery were quite as all the men were retired to their rooms. Faint crickets could be heard through the crack in the one window of his room. They gave his chambers a quiet serenity. His room was large and spacious, but also barren of most of the fanciful possessions one would expect the head monk to have. There was a stuffed mattress alone in the middle of the floor. On the far wall from the door stood knee high shelves with small cubicles filled with old scrolls. A wooden frame stood sentry near his bed displaying his ceremonial dress robes. The blue was so faded it was practically gray, and despite being clean of dust it had rested there comfortable for many, many years.

  "My secret to living so long, is that I can see the future." The Father spoke to the empty room calmly. His voice wasn't its typically dark, patronizing gruffness, but simply old and weary. "I saw him come back from the catacombs..." he paused as he opened his eyes to regard the candles. "Either my visions are becoming untrue, or he has not yet made his way back. Both explanations bother me greatly. I am not certain that when he returns, if this is so, that he will be who he once was." The Father slowly turned around on the floor and sat back on his feet.

  "You've gotten better girl. You may survive this yet." He sighed and folded his hands in his lap. "If you still want to take my life, you will need more than that kitchen knife. I know your secret girl, you don't have to pretend with me." he added almost compassionately. "You were his downfall. He had such promise, but you distracted him. A Huangard that can be tempted is a dead man walking. I had given him this trial despite his weakness because I saw him emerge from it. I am not so cruel a master to send an untrained pup to his demise if I did not think he had a chance." he sounded almost regretful. "But if they have not returned by nightfall, the doors are sealed to lock inside the horror that lives down there. You feel it don't you? That is why you stayed... because she calls to you." The Mischievous stepped forward out of thin air. She was naked but for the kitchen knife in her right hand.

  "Hmph," The Father chuckled as he sized her up. "I see the scar I gave you has gone." She considered her options, before sitting down before The Father in the same manner as he was. She placed the knife down on the ground beside her. The orange candlelight turned her short blue hair a purplish tint, but it was her eyes The Father was staring at. Even at a younger age, he wouldn't have been so foolish as to glance at her bare chest and bald nether regions. Such an obvious trap to distract those were. Her eyes were red.

  "I know more than you wish I did," She said to him. "Will you kill me next?"

  "No," The Father scoffed. "Why? What could you possibly do to us except make us stronger? Every day that my soldiers beat the snot out of you is more proof Zecair is nothing against us. We want you to get stronger, stronger than the best warrior in Zecair... demon's wrath and all. And then we want to beat the snot of you again, and again, and keep doing it."

  "Why should I help you?"

  "Revenge." The Father smirked. "You want this more than anything. You want our power so that when you have had all you can take you can finally kill me. You'll help us for that."

  "I will." The Mischievous agreed. "But what if I've been feigning weakness? So that when I come for you, your guards will laugh at me right before I slip my knife between their ribs."

  "Then they deserved to die." The Father said coldly, unbaited. "But I already know who kills me girl." He said with a soft smile. "I have also seen your death." he added smugly. "What would you do if I told you how it happens?"

  "Change it." She said flatly.

  "Can you change fate?"

  "Trent did."

  The Father leaned back, impressed.

  "There are Lunarians on our doorstep. Leaf Knights." The Father said matter-of-factually. "They plan to attack tomorrow. Which, incidentally is the day I saw both of our deaths happen. I want you to do something about them. I want you to send a message to a mutual ally of ours - some of your people not far from here. I will show you where, go now and go swiftly and they will come in time to change our fates."

  "Why should I save you?" The Mischievous countered.

  "Because you want to be the one that kills me, not some Elth."

  "I do. I will." She said, digesting it all. "Show me where these friends of yours are."

  The Father did on a map in one of the shelf cubicles. The Mischievous pried open his window and leapt through it to the outside night air completely naked. The Father closed it, latched it shut and returned to his candles.

  "Stupid Zek..." He snorted derisively after his prayer.

  ******

  It wasn't yet dawn, but the soft glow of the approaching sunrise started to creep across the night sky. Silently her bare feet padded across the dew covered grass. They looked so peaceful sleeping together - this Zecairin man and his Lunarin woman huddle together under the willow tree. It was a sweet scene as their arms entwined one another and their bare flesh stank of sweat, sex, and cum. She paused a moment in case it was an act, but neither moved. She had found the others sleeping soundly down the hill with only one silver haired archer standing guard. These couldn't be her kin she had been sent to find, but this one, with his Lunarin mistress, was obviously their leader. Even naked, she could tell by his appearance and posture that he was a leader. It was the arrogance - he slept so peacefully. But the presence of an Lunarin woman confused her. A slave?

  Silently she leaned down until strands of blue hair fell from the hood she hid behind and pressed her forehead to the Lunarin's. Elves slept hard after sex, it was simply their nature, and based on the pungent smell they wouldn't notice her intrusion. Gently she sent out the presence of her mind and touched the Lunarin girl's as she slept. She saw the memories of the past few days - and slowly her body began to change. Her skin color lightened, her body shrank, her hips and bust increased until she looked exactly like Kelria.

  Transformation magic was a difficult skill to master. Making oneself look exactly like someone else took a genius level stroke of artistry as the magic itself couldn't tell how a person should look, it merely obeyed the commands of its channeler. The Mischievous had earned her name with this skill, and how she used it. She could have risen high in the hierarchy of Zecair, but power never interested her like amusement at the expense of others did. But that was long ago.

  This Kelria walked down the hill towards camp. Her blue robes quickly transforming into black combat leathers. Rollis looked up at the sound of her approach. He gave her a curious stare, and a slight nod of silent greeting. Kelria ignored him, but sat down beside him none the less. In front of them, three pairs of couples huddle together for warmth around the embers of a dying fire. Rollis watched her oddly, and didn't say a word.

  "I had a nightmare." she said softly. "About tomorrow... er today." Rollis nodded in understanding and patted her shoulder in reassurance. The Mischievous had glimpsed enough of Kelria's conscience to know the girl's immediate thoughts and concerns. "What's my role supposed to be again?"

  "Not sure," Rollis replied honestly. "Tam skipped that part last night. But if we're meant to cause confusion and let the Elths do the heavy hitting, then that's your job too."

  "Works for me," she said sleepily and stood to leave. They're working with the Lunarians? She thought to herself amazed. The Father knew the Lunarians were camped nearby to strike, and if these were the Zecairins he meant her to turn on them, he was in for a stark surprise. Yet there was something odd about this bunch. They were too... plain. She gave them one more cursory glance and then realized it - they were Discarded! Practically useless! These were not the Zecairins the Father wanted. She coughed out a barely contained lau
gh.

  Kelria strode back up the hill and hid the smirk she couldn't help show. These fools have sided with the Lunarians? They must be desperate. As amusing as this alliance was, it would not last after today. They were fodder being used by the Lunarians, nothing more.

  Kelria didn't return to the willow tree. Instead, once she was out of sight of the main camp she turned and...

  "Who are you?" A woman demanded. Kelria looked over her shoulder and saw a Zecairin woman accosting her - another Discarded. "You forgot the love bites, Shapeshifter." The woman said smugly and taped the side of her own neck. The Mischievous let her form shift back to her natural one. She could feel the heat from the fireball floating in the air behind her. This Discarded knew a little magic. With her transformation complete she pulled her hood back and revealed her face.

  "You're the one working with the humans!" Corella said, startled. The surprise and worry in her voice was obvious. The Mischievous seized that opportunity. She flipped forward, kicked the hand channeling the fireball, sending it streaking off into the sky to dissipate. She landed in a crouched position, spun on her heels, and swept the legs out from under her would-be assailant. The woman landed on her back with a thud, the breath escaping her lungs, and suddenly went surprisingly limp. The Mischievous stood, and saw crimson start to pool behind the woman's head, a rock in the ground had ended the fight.