by Ryan Erin
The bag was pulled from her head.
Chyra's eyes tried adjusting to the darkness, but it was pure black. She heard the hoods pulled from her companions, along with soft whimpering from the youngest of the missionaries as the girl realized that there was nothing to illuminate the horror of their situation.
That was when a torch flared to life.
Chyra blinked, trying desperately to figure out just how bad off they were.
The torch was held by a large reptilian warrior - one of four that stood in a massive archway. The other missionaries looked terrified as they shielded their human eyes from the sudden brightness. Their robes were dirty and wet from the descent, and their skin was smudged and bruised from countless impacts while stumbling through the darkness. The room itself didn't seem to be a room at all, but rather a large cavern, the ceiling of which was too high to be seen in the light of one torch. The floor also ended a short distance in either direction, falling off into darkness and, judging by the gurgling echoing off the walls, into an underground stream.
It might be a fast way out if she could get to it and summon Dinadri.
As she was fighting to keep her wits so far beneath the Earth, it took her a moment to notice what the other humans already had. They were staring at the far edge of the stone floor, where a large rock had been carefully sculpted into a shrine. The figure that stood out in relief against the carvings of ivy and mountains...
...Was the Goddess Aurora.
Nara climbed to her knees. "What...what is...?"
"Did they carve us a shrine?" the youngest girl asked.
Chyra's eyes quickly found the inscription beneath the image of the woman. "No," she said, her voice cracking. "Those are Dwarven Runes..." That's when Chyra realized where they were. "We're not in the reptilians' network of tunnels...this is the Northwatch Warren of the Kingdom of Heinwar...the lizardmen recently uncovered it, abandoned. It's where their Dwarven weapons come from."
"But why is...?" Nara rose on unsteady feet. "How could this...shrine...be here?"
"They're...not going to kill us..." Chyra said, looking over her shoulder at the scaly warriors. "...They wanted to show you what they'd found down here."
Nara and the others turned toward the lizardmen. "Thank you," she said, crossing herself with the symbol of their faith.
Chyra made sure to mimic the gesture in order to keep up her disguise. It was a profound relief to know that they weren't going to be eaten in the depths. But Chyra could already feel her enchantments weakening. If they didn't start heading back to the surface soon, both she and the sword would revert to their true forms, and then being eaten would be the more favorable outcome for an elf suddenly appearing in the heart of a lizardman stronghold.
"But how is this possible?" the older of the two men asked, approaching the shrine. "The Dwarves don't worship Aurora."
"Obviously, some of them did," Nara replied, "Long ago..." Then the priestess untied the rope at her waist.
Dread filled Chyra's veins as she realized what was happening. She looked around at the other missionaries as they began to do the same. They were going to do what they had done every day since Chyra had joined them...and she had never seen one of their orgies run shorter than thirty minutes.
Nara slid the robes off her shoulders, dropping them to the hard ground, exposing her naked body to the cold subterranean air as her comrades did the same. Not one of the five humans was muscular or toned, but they weren't fat either. A life on the road had kept them from overeating, but life in the wagon had also kept their skin pale and their bodies soft. Chyra would stand out from them, even with her human body, but she had no choice. If she didn't join in with them, the lizardmen would suspect that something was wrong.
She pulled the robes off her shoulders.
The men's eyes darted away from the shrine, and over to her body before her clothes even hit the ground. The two immediately became erect, and Chyra realized that she might just have an advantage.
She was new.
They hadn't lain with her before. None of them had. Sex with her wouldn't be the same monotonous endeavor that it had been for the rest of them these last several years. Add to that the thrill of being alive that they were all feeling, having just realized that they weren't going to die, and maybe, just maybe, Chyra would be able to finish them off with enough time to get back to the surface where her spell would hold.
The missionaries chanted their opening prayers to Aurora as they began running hands across one another's backs and shoulders in a naked mingling.
Chyra solidified her strategy in seconds.
The girl would have to go first.
Chyra slipped through the bodies, brushing skin against skin until she came to the youngest of the group. Little more than an acolyte, the girl was maybe nineteen years old, but could have passed for several years younger. She was the most innocent, and the most likely to arouse the others if they watched her handled by someone new.
So Chyra moved in, lips meeting the girl's in a passionate kiss that caused the young acolyte to gasp in surprise. Chyra could feel the rest of the group turn toward them at the sound, and she slid her hands around the girl's waist, pulling her in close. The girl's small breasts mashed against Chyra's as their pelvises pressed together. In an instant, the girl's own hands were fumbling across Chyra's back in an embrace that said she was both frightened at having a new partner, and anxious to learn what it would be like.
Chyra's hands slid down the girl's ass, following the rounded contours until she grabbed, lifting the girl off her feet and swinging her onto the ground. Her aim was good, and the girl landed in the pile of robes with a slight yelp. Chyra's lips slid off the girl's chin, and began kissing their way down her neck and chest, past her holy amulet. Chyra's hands grabbed the girl's breasts, and she kissed her way down the acolyte's stomach. Chyra arched her back as she went, thrusting her own ass into the air. She didn't have time to do them each individually. Sure enough, male hands grabbed her full human ass, and a warm cock shoved its way inside her.
The man groaned with joy, and she could tell that it was the older of the two. He might not cum as quickly as the younger one, but at least he was getting started.
Ignoring the cock that was stiffening inside her, Chyra planted her hands on the inside of the girl's thighs, pushing her legs apart to reveal the girl's quickly dampening crease. Chyra's tongue slid between the folds of skin, tasting the girl's most private places as the acolyte let out a high-pitched whimper.
Meanwhile, the man behind her let the sensation of penetrating someone new set in before he began thrusting in and out. The priest lacked creativity, but made up for it in pacing as he varied the speed of his thrusts.
Hands reached around Chyra from somewhere else, finding her magically enlarged breasts and kneading them between slender fingers. It was the woman with the red braid. Chyra had observed her regularly playing with Nara's breasts during previous orgies, and now she obviously couldn't help herself in the face of Chyra's large, enchanted mounds.
But Chyra had to focus on the acolyte, running her tongue along the girl's wet parts, finally rising to the firm knob of the clitoris. The acolyte gasped loudly at her touch, and Chyra held her tongue there for just a moment, pressing against the bulb until all the air went out of the girl's lungs. Then, she began to twirl her tongue clockwise.
The girl's moans excited the man behind Chyra, and he thrust with even more vigor.
New fingers ran through Chyra's hair, suddenly pulling her head up, away from the acolyte's delicate wetness, bringing Chyra face to face with another cock.
The younger of the two men was just lowering himself into a straddling position over the acolyte's body, obviously not wanting to wait his turn for Chyra's mouth.
Good.
She could handle him, too.
Chyra leaned forward, locking her mouth around the fresh cock, and ran her tongue over its head.
The young man groaned with a tremble.<
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The older man groaned as he thrusted.
The acolyte cried out as Chyra's fingers took over for where her tongue had just been.
Chyra balanced on one hand, her breasts swaying with every suck and thrust until the priestess with the red braid slid underneath, her face pressing into Chyra's right breast, a wet mouth finding her nipple, and sucking hard.
Despite being fucked from every direction, it was still nowhere as intense as the assault Chyra had taken at the nymph's pool.
She suddenly wished Dinadri were there.
The nymph would have fucked them all into the floor by now, leaving quivering piles of flesh that had once been human.
But Chyra would have to rely on her own tricks for fucking humans, and almost 500 years of experience was about to come into play.
She had two cocks inside her, a finger teasing the acolyte's pussy, a breast being sucked hard in another woman's mouth, and her ears were beginning to tingle as the energy of her spell faded.
Time to end it.
Chyra concentrated on the Secret Star, the way she had been taught for decades of her childhood by the Elven Night Singers. Her consciousness held onto that shimmering image as her subconscious mind split into several independent states, each with its own task to perform.
All at once, her teeth closed on the younger man's cock, as her tongue looped beneath, stabbing upward into the V where head met shaft...her middle finger slipped inside the acolyte as her thumb rubbed frantically across the girl's clitoris...and she flexed the muscles at the mouth of her own vagina, constricting along the older man's cock as he pressed in again.
All three humans screamed out simultaneously in sudden, uncontrollable ecstasy.
The girl's body shuddered from orgasm, shooting juices all over as hot semen exploded from Chyra's mouth and pussy.
Both men fell away from her, collapsing to the ground, their cocks still hemorrhaging white as they went. Chyra pulled her drenched fingers away from the Acolyte's body as the girl rolled to the side. She then slid those same fingers between the legs of the red haired priestess, replacing the woman's own hand.
The suddenness of the three partners' explosive orgasms, and the fact the Chyra was now pressing both breasts firmly into the woman's face made the priestess' clitoris solid against her twirling fingers, and an instant later, the woman was cumming all over the juices already on Chyra's fingers.
Chyra breathed heavily, removing her boobs from the woman's mouth, and climbed to her feet as she wiped cum from her face.
She stared down the gathered lizardmen like a sex beast, mid-kill, and the looks on their reptilian faces were a mix of shock and confusion.
Chyra turned, straightening her back as she came eye to eye with Nara.
The priestess looked just as shocked as the lizardmen. She'd obviously never seen anything like the fucking Chyra had just delivered.
Chyra sauntered toward her, her eyes letting the priestess know that she was next.
Nara stood absolutely still as Chyra stepped up to her, pressing their bodies together, and leaning into the woman's ear.
"Are my ears showing?" Chyra whispered.
"Not yet," Nara managed to whisper back, her voice breathy with anticipation. "How long do you have?"
"Not long enough to get back to the surface."
"If you change back down here they'll kill us all..."
"Shhhh..." Chyra ran her nose and lips down Nara's neck as she spoke. "Can you give funerary rites for a fellow missionary?"
"I can't...kill you...the lizardmen know we're forbidden to take a life..."
"You won't have to."
"Then what can I do?"
Chyra's lips made it back up to Nara's ear. "Fuck me."
Nara stared into Chyra's eyes for only a moment before plunging in for a deep kiss.
The two grabbed one another in a hungry embrace, and in seconds, each had reached between the other's legs. Fingers ran along soft places, as both became weak in the knees. They dropped to the ground, moaning through their kisses as fingers found wet pressures. They collapsed on their sides, with Chyra eventually rolling on top of Nara. Both fought to keep their concentration on pleasuring the other while waves of energy rolled through them from the fingering. Chyra additionally took a final inventory of the scene...
...The lizardmen watching her from the archway...
...The other missionaries, also watching as they recovered from the high-powered fucking...
Nara found a good spot between Chyra's legs and Chyra gasped out, the tingling in her ears growing stronger. The spell that disguised her was about to unravel.
"Go with my thanks," Chyra whispered through her moans, then groaned in pleasure right before purposefully slipping off the edge.
She flailed her arms out, pantomiming surprise, and caught the effigy of Aurora just as it was beginning to shimmer, dragging it over the edge with her. Chyra screamed as convincingly as possible as she plummeted into darkness.
"CHYRA!" she heard the priestess scream.
Chyra's human body dissolved away back to her elven form. She gripped the effigy of Aurora as it reverted back to the massive sword, wrapped in heavy fabrics.
Her elven ears sorted out the sounds of humans screaming above from the rushing water below, and Chyra twisted to right herself before splashing down.
The water was freezing...
The water was rushing...
But the water was also shallow.
Chyra hit hard, her elven bones smashing against the riverbed, and she screamed out in legitimate pain.
"CHYRA!" came the voice again from high above.
Her broken body slowly drifted with the current and she screamed again in pain. Her leg was broken in at least two places. Her arm was also fractured, and probably both ankles.
The frigid waters were quickly numbing her naked body.
"...Dinadri..." she managed to rasp out, through chattering teeth.
A head of green hair rose silently from the dark waters, and stared at her with shiny black eyes.
"...I task you...to get me...safely to...to..."
Chyra's brain fought against the pain to figure out a place where she could be healed...a place with a natural body of water near it.
The stream outside Rinsic Township?
The pond at Cara Bre Abbey?
The Sacred Grove?
Chyra was getting sleepy as her body began to shut down.
That's when she heard it...
...The faintest of voices carried across the water...that same baritone she had heard coming from the cold lizard's armor...
...The voice of the dragon...
...It was in the water.
The underground river must connect to the dragon's lair somehow.
"...To the citadel...atop Teewinot Spire..."
Slender green hands wrapped under Chyra's ribcage, and hauled her under water.
A moment later, she surfaced in a pool, gasping for air. She was in a new cavern, brightly lit by afternoon sunlight. Half the room was natural, and half was architecture in the old style of the Copper Empire. In either direction were large openings in the walls, looking out onto blue skies...above a layer of white clouds.
Naked and broken, Chyra passed out.
There were hands on Chyra's leg.
Despite only just returning to consciousness, she lunged forward, managing to grab someone's wrist.
Her blurry eyes managed to resolve a shocked face, but it wasn't what she was expecting. It wasn't one of the missionaries of Aurora, but rather, a young goblyn girl...and yet not goblyn...not entirely. Her skin was a light olive green instead of the dark shades that were typical of the tribes of the Highdark. Her eyes were greenish brown with orcish pupils, but her body was more angular. She had the shiny black hair of a goblyn, but a patch of auburn ran from her left temple and was tucked behind her ear. She must have been a half-breed of some kind, but half-breeds were typically killed after birth in human society, and in
goblyn parts of the world, used as slaves.
Chyra had seen those slaves - mostly feral, even in adulthood, living their lives at the end of a chain, rooting through garbage heaps for enough food to survive. But this girl was comfortably fed and her skin had the sparkled flecks of a healthy goblyn.
"Who are you?" Chyra managed to rasp in Goblynai.
The shock on the girl's face was replaced by a kind of resentment at the choice of language. "My name is Gwyra Zykwarzym," she replied, as if the dialect of the Highdark was a curse she was inflicted with.
"Zykwarzym is a dragon name..." Chyra managed to say, exhausted. It was only then that she recalled her last few moments in the dwarven tunnels. "This place...am I...?"
"It was once called Cloudstrath Citadel," Gwyra replied, "atop Teewinot Spire."
Chyra released the girl's arm in relief and laid back, discovering that she was, in fact, lying on a warm mattress. She checked her ear. The Nymph's bellyring still dangled there, and the silver ring was still on her finger.
"I'm sorry, Gwyra," she said, switching to the language of the Five Kingdoms. "I meant no disrespect."
The green girl stood up. "It's alright," she replied, her diction in the human language flawless, and with an educated ease. "I'm sure that down there, your dealings with goblyns have been largely one-sided."
The girl reached into an ornate wardrobe and produced a green shirt and finely made leather pants. "But I think you'll find an entirely different kind of prejudice to deal with up here." She laid the clothes at the foot of the bed.
It was only then that Chyra realized she was still naked, her body covered in nothing but a satin sheet.
The dining hall looked like it had been repurposed into a wizard's laboratory. Books were stacked on every conceivable surface. Scrolls with ancient symbols lined the walls. The main dining table, which would have sat forty people in its heyday, was now covered in bottles, potions, and alchemy apparatus. It smelled like both a library and an apothecary. Sunlight streamed in from narrow windows beneath the high ceiling, bathing the room in a glow that made it feel both ancient and new.