by A. S. Etaski
“Bend over. Keep the feet apart.”
Jael would have fallen over had the Sisters not been holding her. Given such access, I closed my mouth over her sex, sucking and cleaning the male seed from her flesh; she was squirming and squealing even before I moved up to her loose, tacky netherhole. She gasped and grunted at the first penetration of my tongue, but it was not pain, I knew. Confused, she remained off-balance as I serviced her as Gaelan had done for me. Rausery picked her moment to force Jael back upright, lifting her chin and tightening the choke a bit more. I held her cheeks wide open and kept eating her ass because I hadn’t been told to stop. The Elder chuckled in approval.
“Is my Sister doing a good job?”
Jael jumped again, but not from something I’d done. Rausery had reached down and cupped her mound, still wearing her gloves; she stroked the sore flesh, gentle and slow.
“Ungh!” Jael gurgled as I swirled my tongue around in circles, rimming her swollen ring with full focus as the Elder’s fingertips stroked back and forth.
“Is that a ‘yes,’ recruit?”
Rausery’s voice was low, hinting aggression; Jael’s was tight from a constricted windpipe.
“Y-yes, Elder…”
“Good. How many times did a Sathoet spill seed into your quim?”
“I-I don’t know,” she wheezed.
“That many?”
Jael shook her head. “M-Maybe none? Oh!”
Rausery had flicked her bean; I felt her pucker tighten around my probing tongue. I could agree with the cait; all the thickest gunk seemed stuck on her skin or was oozing from her ass. Maybe she had swallowed more of it; maybe that was why her hair was a mess.
“I… I,” she panted, sounding baffled in her pleasure, “I mean… they fucked it. Always pulled out. Sprayed it somewhere else.”
“Not trying to fill your belly, hm? That’s interesting. This happen often, Aurenthin?”
Jael’s slit was wet with fresh moisture, and I liked the way it smelled now that the half-bloods’ spunk was gone. She trembled constantly now, close to cumming.
“Elder?” the young fighter tried, sounding more confused.
“Answer me, recruit. Have those same Sathoet rutted in your holes before?”
“N-no!”
“What about other demonbloods?”
“No…”
“But?”
“B-but… Ah… Ah!”
Jael pulled at her wrists; she couldn’t help it. We stroked her harder, my Elder and me, from front and back. She couldn’t escape the constant sensation; it grew worse when our Elder slipped a hand beneath her shirt and took hold of a tit as well, doing something which made the cait squeak.
“What’s wrong, recruit?” Rausery snickered. “Losing your chain of thought?”
“Ah… A-AH!!” Jael cried as the Elder jammed two fingers up her twat and ground the heel of her hand against her furry mound. The cait’s anus squeezed tight around my tongue, fluttered, then began a rhythmic flex that matched the gasps the youth struggled to complete with the choker around her neck. If not for Qivni and Agalia, Jael would have crumbled as she peaked and then came down. I had her slickness and scent smeared all over my chin and throat, and it made me smile as I leaned back.
Rausery noticed and chuckled. “Taste good, Sister?”
I smacked my lips and giggled by accident. I cleared my throat when Qivni frowned. “She does, Elder. Delicious.”
Rausery snorted. “Guess we’ll bring her in, then. See if the other slits agree.”
I stood up, the crotch of my leathers very damp as Agalia and Qivni worked together to cut and strip every scrap of clothing from the young Noble’s body. Jael had no choice but to remain still and allow it to happen or pass out. When she was barefoot, I obeyed my order to collect her boots and the shreds of her clothing to take with us; I already knew they were to be destroyed. She’d never get them back.
At last, my Elder pulled a familiar, black bag out. She put it over Jael’s head, and a light stream of urine trailed down the cait’s left leg. It only struck me then that the feisty Aurenthin might not survive the span, and that might have been my first and last time I’d know her taste.
The memory of when I’d finally made it into the Sisterhood returned. Jaunda had squeezed my backside as a gesture of welcome, saying how she’d enjoy having it around. She’d grinned like she was proud of me, though at least just plain randy for a new slit. A new Sister.
As I am already. Wonder how many times Jaunda has been disappointed in wanting that?
Jael vanished from all view; only Elder Rausery knew where she was. She hadn’t even been tossed in the holding cells below, I’d checked. A good thing as far as I was concerned, as a recruit locked up there would be easy meat for Corpora Thena and her followers. I’d only learned, through the effort of being a pain in Agalia’s ass, that the disappearance would last until the Prime and D’Shea reappeared from wherever they had gone.
It had already been three cycles.
“It should be obvious, Sirana,” the Lunent said. “Elder Rausery can’t start testing a recruit until she’s spoken with her own elder about it.”
“But four Sathoet attacking her,” I pushed. “That wasn’t chance, us arriving just then to take her.”
The Lunent sighed, frowning at me. “No. You weren’t intended to arrive there at all. That was chance.”
I nodded. “Then why? House Aurenthin has some serious enemies among the Priestesses?”
The older female chewed the inside of her cheek, looking at the floor as she considered; she lifted her white lashes. “I don’t know, Sirana. I’ve heard sending Sathoet to harass the Nobles is something the Valsharess decides every so often, not the Priestesses, but I don’t know.”
“I’ve never heard of that happening to any House,” I protested, “and I was one of those Nobles at Court.”
“Only for a decade and a half,” she countered. “You’re young, and for what it’s worth, this is the first time I’ve seen it happen. It’s been a half-century easy since the last time I was told that it did.”
“Any other House?” I persisted. “The last time? The time before? What?”
Agalia shrugged. “No. It was House Aurenthin then, too.”
What in the Weirding Web has the Valsharess got against them if She wants them where they are?
The Elder Sorceress would know more, I knew, but she was in no mood to discuss it when I next saw her. Or rather, heard her, as her voice struck me while I was working.
*Sirana, to my quarters. Immediately.*
Yes, Elder.
I dropped the shelling Qivni was having me do to keep me busy and loped my way through the dim, curving halls and rampways to land outside her door. Intentionally, I braced myself and tripped her Ward, the pain only flaring once before I backed off. A moment later, I could feel the magic was suspended, and I opened the door.
“Close it now.”
I did so quickly, and the Ward was in place an instant after I’d managed to lift my hands off the stone. I turned around, saw my Elder sitting on the edge of her bed and Reishel collapsed on her knees upon the floor, her head resting in the Sorceress’s lap. They were both naked, exhausted, and I was struck by the number of bruises and abrasions on both of them. The damage was clear on their skin because the dirty, blooded water was still draining from the Elder’s tub.
What did the Prime do to them?
“Elder?”
“We shall be fine,” the Sorceress said in her normal voice. It clashed badly with the painting of vulnerability in front of me, especially as she stroked the younger Elf’s damp hair, who moaned softly. “The Prime has decreed Reishel will remain part of the Sisterhood.”
I didn’t reply at first, then pointed out, “You haven’t made a declaration.”
“No, and I shall not like this,” she agreed.
“Does Elder Rausery know you’re back?”
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bsp; “She will.” D’Shea watched me steadily with dark, dark red eyes. “I… need you to do something for me, Sirana. A secret, and no resistance on your part. Just do your best.”
“Do what, Elder?” I asked warily.
“Normally I would call Gaelan for something like this, but I already know how this affects her.” She lowered her chin pointedly, staring. “As do you.”
I shifted my weight. “Is this anything to do with how fucked up she was after the Ornilleth battle?”
“Yes.” D’Shea took a breath. “I need a conduit.”
My chin jerked once to the side in my doubt. “I’m not a mage.”
“Correct. You’ve been touched by a psion, as has Reishel. And I felt… great clarity after the last time with Lelinahdara. My aura revived. I believe you can help us best, and quickest, with your cooperation. You can help us heal.”
“You can’t just… drink a healing potion?” I suggested uncomfortably.
“We have already used what the Prime allowed,” she said sternly, frowning at me. “We don’t have time, Sirana. I am not a hands-on healer, but I believe I can strengthen a spell I do know with your help.”
“No secret stash?”
“Sirana.”
“Nothing? Truly, Elder? For urgency like this? You’re much more intelligent than that.”
The Sorceress emitted a growl at me. “Yes, I have a cache. But the Prime is familiar with the results. It is better to present Reishel back to the Sisterhood in a better state she’s in now but without the ‘cheats’ the Prime already forbid me to use.”
It finally sank in. I blinked at her. “So, you want to use a ‘cheat’ she doesn’t know how to recognize?”
Her smirk was downright crooked. “Exactly, novice. Well done. And you have motive to say nothing of it, am I right?”
I swallowed.
“Will you cooperate, or not?”
She was asking, not commanding. “You… want me to wear the Feldeu again, Elder, and… cooperate?”
“That’s a start. You said you would do this for me next time.”
True.
“Well…” I looked around. “Where is it?”
“Over here on the bed already, behind me. If you’ve decided, Sirana, strip down, and help me with your Sister.”
If I’ve decided. I supposed I had, wary though I was. I got naked and joined them, sitting on the edge of the bed opposite of Reishel. D’Shea and I both looked at the large, magic cock behind her, and I took it up to put it into place without further nudging. I waited for the command word.
“Yemennija.”
Kain said nothing; we sat higher up on the wall, listened to the Davrin language as Reishel had heard it, at once mysteriously insidious and finely nuanced.
“What is your final word, Prime?” the Sorceress asked, never once leaving the younger Sister alone with their superior and owning the cuts and bruising for that as well.
The three of them were all naked for this challenge, this final trial. The spans spent in the underground wilderness showed on their bodies. Reishel swallowed a whimper, biting her lip to the bleeding point, waiting upon her back for the Prime to get off her and take it out for good.
I could hear her terror.
No…help…inside… something’s truly hurt inside.
Finished at last, the aged Elf stood up, scowling down at her subordinate as the younger cait closed her legs. “Same as always. Make it back to the Cloister, no potions, you’re back in.”
“I shall, Prime,” Reishel whispered. “Thank you.”
The Prime finally lost interest in her, and Reishel murmured a mind-prayer that it would remain so for some time. The powerful female turned to face Elder D’Shea, squaring off, and the six-century mage met her eyes without flinching. The Prime reached for her naked tit and D’Shea snapped and brought up a hand glowing a royal-purple warning like a Lighthead pincerworm. Neither blinked, but the Prime grinned in a rare show of pleasure.
“Remember that trick,” she growled full in her throat. “The last one you pulled as the final member of your House. Before I destroyed it.”
There was delight in her tone, and D’Shea smiled back, more a baring of teeth. “The ‘trick’ has grown for the strength of the Sisterhood, elder. Care to sample its current potency?”
“It’d be fun.”
The Prime stepped closer, noses barely touching, the purple glow just hovering over her heart. Her whisper was harsh as granite slabs grinding hard seeds to meal.
“If I did, though, I’d have to kill you after, like I almost did then. But I don’t think she’s done with you, yet, D’Shea.”
The Sorceress said nothing, waited on raw, bare feet; her hand maintained its light, and she looked powerful even without mage’s robes or armor. How the Prime still had the energy to strut looking for a fight after all this time out, Reishel did not know. She only watched the blooded Feldeu attached to their leader from under her lashes, wary that it had not been removed even one time. The Prime had just spent the entire time with a constant erection. Reishel thought that would have driven any Red Sister rut-rabid.
“Are we not finished, Prime?” D’Shea asked.
“Yeah, we’re done,” the Prime said. “Meet you back home, Court slut.”
She walked off, her strong back flexing as if she missed something as her raw-knuckled hands clenched into fists more than once. Kain and I watched as my Elder waited to make certain the Prime did not return, then kneeled to help Reishel to her ragged feet. The younger Elf clutched her belly, murmured that she was hurt.
“No potions,” Reishel croaked. “I’m dying… Elder. I won’t make it.”
“Don’t give up yet, Sister,” Varessa D’Shea said. “There are always other ways to follow orders.”
“Sh-she expects that…looks f’n’excuse…”
“She must understand what I do first, child. I assure you, she never has. Not from the first cycle we met.”
~Always another way to follow orders.~
I held her. I held on to her and kept myself inside, as our Elder had her arms around the both of us. Braced on my elbows, I tried not to crush my fragile Sister. Reishel had whimpered for mercy when I first penetrated her, before I’d gone under, drifting in her last clear memory before she’d come here, and I had pressed in slow as our Elder chanted and spun her own magic, her body hot and strong beside mine.
Mercy.
I knew Jaunda would have given it to a fellow Sister, especially if no one else was watching. No one else knew about this. We would never say.
I shuddered, blinking as I came aware of where I was. I barely moved my hips but was surprised at the pleasure now rippling through me in gentle waves. Perhaps it was because Reishel had voluntarily kissed my shoulder. Then my neck. She sighed. She sounded healthier than before I’d lost focus. Her sex clenched down around my cock, milking it.
Deliberate.
I gave a harder thrust, and she moaned.
“That’s enough, Sirana.” My Elder panted with exhaustion. “Stop. And withdraw.”
~No.~
“E-Elder?” Reishel asked.
Her arms were around me, hands flat. No fingers hooked like claws.
“The wounds have just mended, child, and your reserves are low.”
~But she wants it—~
D’Shea took a breath and firm hold of my shoulder, warning me not to start humping. “Better treatment than Reishel received beneath the Prime will still reopen her injuries, Sirana. Obey me, for her sake if not because I just invested the most risk that I ever have in two young Sisters this close together.”
“F-fuck the Pit,” I growled aloud, frustrated, planting my hands on the soft mattress to push myself up and back.
Just feeling that incredible, slow drag of Reishel’s wet hole slurping my staff along its entire length nearly had me collapse upon her again. Then our eyes met as I hunched above her; my Sister’s naked gaze was
warm, grateful to feel pleasure.
She wouldn’t have resisted.
D’Shea would have none of it. Both hands upon my shoulders, she pulled me back and away, steering me off the bed to drop onto the floor. There, smooth as silk, she kneeled beside me, grabbed firmly the base of my prick, and spoke the command word to detach the Feldeu. I grunted then whimpered myself as she pulled it out. Goddess, I ached. A couple spots of cunt-drool landed beneath me.
With an exhale that sounded like relief, D’Shea nodded. “My gratitude, Sirana, for your cooperation. My efforts paid for themselves.”
I inhaled and nodded as I let it out. I had an easy and necessary way to distract us as the last few cycles returned. “You may wish to make your declaration with Reishel soon, Elder, so you can take whatever potions you need to recover.”
“Oh? Why is that, novice?”
“Elder Rausery snatched Jael Aurenthietti from her House three cycles ago. She’s holding her, waiting for you and the Prime.”
“What?!” D’Shea exclaimed. “Wh… why would she do this now?”
“Four Sathoet attacked Jael in the barn,” I reported. “Elder Rausery sent Lead Qivni in to get her. They hadn’t even finished, her holes were still wet.”
My Elder eyed me suspiciously. “And you know this because?”
Because I licked them clean.
“Rausery brought me with her.”
“Why would she come seek you?”
“I sought them. I needed to get out of the Cloister, avoid some other Sisters. The Elder indulged me, but she didn’t tell me where we were going. I figured it out when we got there.”
I heard D’Shea swallow. “I take it Qivni banished the Sathoet back to the Sanctuary.”
“Yes.” I smiled. “But not before I witnessed Rausery brick-fist one right off his feet.”
Reishel laughed softly, still lying upon the bed, and the Sorceress stared at me, no doubt quickly sorting her plans and priorities. She pushed herself to her feet and swiftly sought her uniform, secured in here this whole time.