Issic wanted explore some of the surrounding area
of Talishar, not sure what he was looking for. Issic was a powerful half-human/
half-dragon crossbreed, with golden wings and a draconic aspect. His muscles
rippled beneath golden scales. Cthaat, his woman, went with him. She was a powerfully
built warrioress. The area was heavily wooded, and out in the dense woods, they
came across a wall.
The wall was stone, and was heavily overgrown with ivy. The
stone was decorated with designs of dragons, but without wings and in strange
shapes. The wall was man-made, so Issic started to clear away the ivy. He tried
to determine the dimensions of the wall.
"What do you think?" asked Cthaat. The wall was about
ten feet high, and he saw a corner of it about twenty feet to the left, and
another end could be seen about seventy feet to the right. It looked like it
was an enclosure wall.
"I am not sure," said Issic. "There are all kinds
of ruins all over Inzeladun."
Issic took hold of Cthaat, caressing the underside of her breast,
and flew up just high enough to see there was an old mansion inside the wall.
The mansion was huge, rambling and sagging. It had a sinister look to it.
The paint had long since been weathered away, giving it a uniform gray look.
The grounds were well kept inside the wall, a garden-like environment. Other
than the wind moving through the branches and plants, there was no movement.
Issic whispered to Cthaat, "Looks like it is not as abandoned
as I had first thought."
"Nope. Looks well kept," she said. The garden looked
to be a veritable paradise. Issic landed and set down Cthaat. He saw a front
gate, so he led Cthaat around the wall toward it. The front gate of the wall
was of wrought iron, and had a chain locked around it. Issic looked again at
the decrepit mansion, noting it had not been as well kept as the gardens. "Interesting,"
he said. "What do you make of that, Cthaat?"
"I have no idea what that means," said Cthaat. "Perhaps
the place is abandoned... but then why is the garden so well kept?"
"Good question," said Issic. "I would say that
this area falls under the jurisdiction of Lord Talishar and therefore we have
the right to investigate."
"I think so."
They walked up to the mansion. The mansion had old wooden steps
leading up to a gray, wooden porch. The door creaked open upon their approach.
They could smell wet plaster and rotting wood. Mice skittered around in the
walls, and a lot of junk was lying around. Plaster dust which had sifted down
from the ceiling over the years gritted the floor. Issic led the way in, watching
for possible weak spots in the floor. He heard movement in the room next to
them as they passed a closed door with a tarnished silver knob. He could see
old stairs at the end of the hall.
Issic opened the door next to him. The door creaked open, and
they both heard loud shuffling movements. Issic quickly entered the room. The
room was empty. A bare bookcase stood stately against one damp wall, and a
chair was laying on its side, discarded, near the center of the room. There
were two doors in the room that were closed. Issic opened both. One room looked
like a long disused kitchen. The other looked like a conservatory. An old harpsichord
was in the room. Oddly, the harpsichord looked familiar, but he couldn't place
it, nor could he understand the feeling.
They heard someone coming down the steps in the hall.
"Cthaat, look down the hall and see what that noise is."
Cthaat looked down the hall and said, "There is nothing
there." She turned back into the room, and Issic saw a person quickly cross
his field of vision into the hallway behind her. Issic rushed to the hallway,
"Wait! By the authority of Lord Talishar, halt!"
He saw no one there. He also noted the front door was now closed.
He and Cthaat had left it open. Issic went down the hallway in the direction
the person had been headed. He came to the stairs.
Cthaat looked into the kitchen and screamed, jumping back about
five feet and drawing her sword. Issic drew his, rushed back to the room as
Cthaat ran out into the hallway. They nearly collided. "What did you
see?" asked Issic.
"I saw someone kneeling in the kitchen, stabbing herself
in the eyes!"
Issic looked cautiously into the kitchen. No one was there.
"She was there. I saw her."
"Hmmmm," said Issic. "How do you feel about ghosts?"
He grinned at Cthaat.
"I don't like them," she said. The kitchen door slammed
shut.
"Why? They have not harmed us, yet. The key to any puzzle
is information. We need information on what this place was." Issic noted
there were dark stains, probably blood stains, on the floor where Cthaat saw
the girl stab herself.
"Well, I find it frightening. I am glad you are here."
"I am glad I am here with you, too."
They heard footsteps down the main hall again, then up the stairs.
A voice behind them said, "Why are you here?"
Issic turned around saying, "We are here by the request
of Lord Talishar. Why are you here?" He saw a beautiful young lady, dressed
in fine fashions. She had dark hair and deep brown eyes. Issic was surprised
to actually see someone.
"I live here," she said. "I don't usually see
demons and warrior-women. When did you die here?"
"And who are you?"
"I am Vulnavia. I am alive, so it doesn't matter."
"Why does that not matter if you are alive?"
"The living and the dead have nothing to do with each other.
Why have you not appeared to me before?"
"Because I have not been here before."
"I don't understand."
"Why do you live here?"
"Because my master bids me to."
"And who would your master be?"
"Master Hazred."
"Where may I find Master Hazred? How did you come to be
in his service?"
"He is upstairs. He is teaching me."
"What is he teaching you?"
"Magic and seduction. Would you like to meet him?"
"Yes, I would."
"Follow me."
Cthaat whispered, "I don't like this." Issic gave
Cthaat a look that said, 'be on guard'. He whispered, "It is a clue. Did
you see something I missed?"
"No," she whispered. "I just don't like it."
Issic whispered, "Keep an eye out behind us."
"Aye."
Vulnavia started up the stairs, which creaked not at all with
her passing, but strained loudly with Issic's heavy steps.
"Upstairs is where we were headed next, anyway," whispered
Issic. Vulnavia walked around a corner, then another, opening a door to a library.
Within stood a short man in long robes. He wore a white mask that covered
his face. The girl knelt. "Master," she said. "We have guests."
The man nodded, but said nothing.
Issic said, "Greetings Master Hazred"
The man nodded again, but said nothing.
The girl said, "I do not know their names, Master. I neglected
to ask. I thought they were ghosts."
The man nodded, but said nothing.
The girl said, "I do not know why they are here, Master."
She turned and said, "Will you both please introduce yourselves to the
Master? He longs to know your names."
"I am Sir Lord Issic. I am here at the request of Lord
Talishar. Are you in ownership of this establishment?"
The man nodded again, but said nothing.
"Why does he not talk?"
Vulnavia answered, "His tongue was cut out by the Drychtnothians
in his youth for his magical practices."
Issic asked the man again, "Are you the owner of this establishment?"
The man nodded again.
Vulnavia asked, "Why has Lord Talishar sent you? We were
not even aware that Talishar had a lord."
"It does now by order of Lord Nadam, Champion of Vale."
"Would you be our guests for dinner?"
"Yes, we will."
"Excellent. Let me prepare some rooms for you to rest
in while I prepare dinner. Separate or together?"
Issic said again to the man, "I am assuming that you have
ownership papers and records of taxes paid?"
The man nodded again.
"I would like to see such papers" He gave Cthaat
a questioning look, letting her answer the girl question on room.
Cthaat said, "Together, please."
The man nodded at the girl. "Come with me," said
Vulnavia, "and I will get the papers."
She took them into a disused bedroom. She opened up a safe
with a key. She handed Issic a sheaf of documents.
"Does he communicate in some other way than just nodding?"
asked Issic. He looked at the name on the papers, looking at dates and the
date and name of the last owner. The name was Anton Hazred of Drychtnoth. He
had apparently lived here for thirteen years. The last owner was Mithal Marsters.
"He can write."
"I am curious. How do you get out to get supplies?"
"He summons what we need with magic."
"What type of magic does he practice?"
"All kinds. Would you like to go to your room now?"
"That would be good."
Vulnavia showed Issic and Cthaat down the hallway and opened
a door to a remarkably well kept room. It was simple, but clean and kept up.
"You may stay here tonight. I will go make dinner. I
will call when it is time."
"Are the one that keeps that incredible garden?"
"Me and my Master both do. Don't mistake his muteness as
a lack of ability." She closed the door. Issic quietly said, "I
do not."
Cthaat said, "I don't like this. Neither one of them reacted
at all to your, uh, racial characteristics as a half-dragon."
"This is definitely strange," agreed Issic. "I
did note that she causally referred to demons, like she had multiple dealings
with them."
"I noticed that too, about the demons." Cthaat stopped
her pacing, then moved away from the place where she stopped. Then she moved
back. "Stand here," she said. Issic stood in the spot. He heard
harpsichord music at that spot, but nowhere else. It was a light, sprightly
music. He examined the spot on the floor to see if there were any imprints
of a harpsichord, but found none. He moved around the room, but found no other
places that allowed him to hear music.
Issic said, "It was also interesting that they were not
upset about our presence in their house. It is almost like they expected us.
This is all interesting but I am not sure yet how this all fits together."
Soon enough, they got a knock at the door. Issic opened it.
He saw a man who had been cut open from neck to groin. He said, "If you
stay, you will be devoured." It turned and walked through a wall.
Cthaat said, "I really don't like this."
"I say we go and find out what can see. After seeing that
guy, I wonder if we aren't invited to be dinner?"
Out in the hall, he saw Vulnavia walking toward their room.
"Dinner is ready!" she said.
"What are we having?"
"Vegetables of different sorts. From the garden."
Issic and Cthaat followed her but was on guard. Issic walked
with his hand on his sword, trying to making it look like it was resting there
casually.
Issic and Cthaat walked down the corridor with the girl. She
took them down the stairs to another hall, then into a dining room. Three plates
had been set out. The food seemed to be all vegetables.
"Will Master Hazred not be joining us?" asked Issic.
The girl nodded. "I pray you, be seated and sup how you
please. You will, I trust, excuse Master Hazred that he does not join us; but
he has dined already and does not sup."
Issic and Cthaat sat. The girl sat across the table and started
eating. Cthaat cautiously tried the food as Issic looked at the girl's neck
for marks. He also ate of the food. Her neck was very pretty, and, save for
a choker, was unmarked and unadorned. She ate fairly quietly. The food was decent,
but not the best they've ever had. Finally she asked, "Have you enjoyed
this area of Talishar?"
"So far. What can you tell me of this area of Talishar?
What do I need to see or know about?"
"We are in Talishar, and Talishar is not Alisander or Sigil.
Our ways are not your ways, and there will be to you many strange things. Indeed,
tonight is to be a rare night."
"In what way is it to be rare?"
"It is commonly believed that on certain nights of the
year, tonight in fact, all evil spirits are supposed to have unchecked sway
over the living."
"And how do you protect yourself from this evil on these
nights"
"We don't! We welcome this night."
"What benefit do you get from such a night?"
She smiles enigmatically and did not answer. Issic gave Cthaat
a nudge with my elbow so that she would be ready for some action.
"How long have you and your master lived here?"
"Many years."
"Why did you choose this place?"
"I didn't. My Master chose it, and he never explained
his reasons to me." She finished up and said, "May I be excused? I
have some things I must do for my Master. Please, remain and finish your supper."
Issic finished up after Vulnavia left. "I wonder if she
is not one of these ghosts?"
Cthaat shrugged. "I wouldn't be surprised, actually."
Suddenly they could hear strange sounds echoing through the
house: The lowing of cattle, the bleating of sheep, the sounds of furniture
being dragged across wooden floors.
Issic growled, "Come on. I want to look around some more."
Issic walked toward the sounds. In the next room they saw a woman crying in
the corner.
"What is the problem, lady?" asked Issic.
The woman looked up, and was not initially surprised at Issic's
appearance. Her eyes are puffy and red. "I can bring back the dead,"
she whispered.
"And why is that a problem?"
"The dead don't always want to come back." Then she
got a good look at Issic and screamed in terror. She cried out, "Sharyss!
Sharyss! I'm sorry! Send no more of your demons! Send no more! I AM SO SORRY!"
Issic let Cthaat walk forward. "Easy," said Issic
as he backed off. "You have nothing to fear of that devil Sharyss here.
She will cease to exist if I have anything to say about it. What dealings do
you have with Sharyss? What are you sorry about?"
"I am sorry! Don't make me say it! Don't make me say it!"
"Tell me!" roared Issic, "Or you will be even
more sorry than Sharyss!"
Instantly, the crying woman stood, looked straight into Issic's
eyes and said, "Shanagra hunts Flower even now as we speak. Only if the
Lord of Fire redeems Evil can the lineage be saved." She vanished after
she said this. Again, they heard cattle. Issic headed toward the cattle sound.
"Cthaat, do you have a magical weapon?"
"No."
"Could you use a great sword or this?" He showed her
the dragon claw.
She nodded nervously, taking the dragon claw.
Issic and Cthaat saw the Old Graven One standing in the next
room, the one called Erepoth.
"What are you doing here?" demanded Issic.
"I came to tell you my back is still turned to Anathek
Dar." She turned around and vanished. He and Cthaat hear loud noises coming
from upstairs. They went up the loud, creaky stairs, listening to strange incantations
and inhuman moaning. They don't find their hosts at the top of the stairs, or
anywhere on the second floor. They heard more movement upstairs, in the attic.
They went toward the moaning and tried to decipher the incantations,
which he could not do. They couldn't find a staircase to the attic on this floor,
but they did find a slanting part of the ceiling that looked like it was the
back part of a staircase from the first floor that went all the way to the attic.
They raced down the stairs to the first floor, found the stairs
to the attic. The stairs creaked ominously as they went up. The chanting got
louder as they moved up the creaking stairs. Issic drew his sword when he came
to a flimsy wooden door. Looking through the keyhole, he saw dust and cloth
covered furniture. He opened the door.
The attic was dusty and filled with junk and debris, much of
which were covered in dusty blankets. They came across a nude painting of Vulnavia
laying on top of a stack of paintings.
Cthaat lifted up the painting. Another painting of Vulnavia,
nude, lay beneath it, a year younger. Cthaat lifted up the next painting, and
there was another nude of Vulnavia, a year younger still. Issic looked at the
painting on the bottom of the pile. It was of Vulnavia, at about age 10, sitting
nude next to another nude girl, about 13; the ghostly girl who he had seen sitting
in the corner, talking of Sharyss. Cthaat put the paintings down and nodded
to the far wall with the closed door, where the chanting was coming. Both Issic
and Cthaat felt a sexual energy filling them. Both Issic and Cthaat felt a sexual
energy filling them. Issic grew hard and Cthaat grew wet.
Eerie, sensual music continued to play from behind a closed
door in the attic. Issic planted a kiss on Cthaat and strode toward the door,
sword in hand. Cthaat pulled out her sword. Issic motioned Cthaat to the side
of the door, stepped to the other side of the doorway and opened the door. The
music was louder now. Inside, Vulnavia danced nude, her long hair bouncing.
Master Hazred stood in front of a lectern with a large book. Around them danced
writhing smoky demons playing insane instruments. Louder and louder, wilder
and wilder, mounted the shrieking and whining of that insane group of musicians.
In the frenzied strains and notes, shadowy satyrs and orgy-drunk girls danced
and whirled insanely through seething abysses of clouds and smoke and lightning.
Issic shouted, "Stop the music!"
Master Hazred whirled around and the music stopped. The demons
rushed around the Master to attack the two interlopers. Like a striking cobra
Issic moved. With one clawed hand the half dragon caught up the first demon
and, with the other, rammed his sword into its gut. The speed of his attack
took the demons off guard, and Issic was quick to take advantage of that momentary
pause. His grim draconic eyes watched with glee as his sword rose and fell
among the smoky demons, dispatching their essence left and right. Issic roared,
"By the order of Lord Talishar shall this cease!"
Within seconds, the horde of demons had either fled or had been
destroyed by the flashing sword of Issic. "Do as I command or suffer these
consequences," said Issic, stepping closer to the nude Vulnavia and her
cloaked master.
Vulnavia demanded, "What are you doing?"
"I am protecting myself," said Issic. "I wish
to ask you the same thing, What are you doing here?"
"Listening to music."
"And what of those demons?"
"The musicians."
"Yes, do you always employ such 'musicians'?" Issic
noticed Hazred gesturing, casting a spell, although he was not uttering a sound.
Issic tossed a chunk of demon-flesh at Hazred, hoping to disrupt the wizard's
concentration. "Stop that!" commanded Issic. "There will be
no spell casting until I have this straightened out!" Hazred did not stop.
Instantly, Issic was galvanized into action. He ran straight
into the gesturing wizard, knocking him to the ground. When Hazred fell, his
robes exploded open beneath Issic's weight. Hazred was nothing but a mass of
worms. He fell apart, and the hundreds of worms squirmed around Issic. Vulnavia
tried to flee, but Cthaat caught her by the arm and waist.
"Good catch, Cthaat." Issic leaned close to the nude
girl. "Who are you really?" He scratched her arm with his claw to
see if her skin was but a disguise hiding another mass of worms. She bled.
"I am Vulnavia!"
"What do you know of the demoness Sharyss?"
"Nothing!" she lied. She grew quiet. "The dead
come."
"From where?" asked Issic. "Where were you running
off to?"
"From everywhere, all seeking to live again. I was running
from your flashing blade."
"What did you have to fear unless you are a demon that
wishes to attack me also?" asked Issic. Vulnavia didn't follow his logic,
so she raised a quizzical eyebrow; surely he was not implying that he only slew
demons, and would never consider slaying a dark sorceress caught red-handed
practicing black magic. She evaded the question and simply asked, "May
I get dressed now, or do you just like looking at me?"
"Where are your clothes you wish to dress in?"
She pointed to a pile in a corner.
"Cthaat, be careful of a trap, but check her clothing there."
Cthaat picked up the pile, uncovering a heavy book laying upside
down, and handed the clothes to Vulnavia. Issic shook his head and did not
let Vulnavia get dressed. "I care not whether you are dressed are not.
It is to bothersome to dress you, therefore you will remain naked." Issic
knocked the clothes from her small hands. Vulnavia crossed her arms over her
chest and looked annoyed. Cthaat turned the heavy book over. The worms in the
room crawled through all sorts of crevices and slowly left the room.
The book title read, "Life to the Dead, A Sexual Approach".
The author was listed as "Lady Prama Larbos."
"Keep it," said Issic, "but I doubt we have time
to read it now."
A smaller book was beneath the larger. It was titled, "Alisander,
a History."
Cthaat picks up the larger tome.
"What do the last pages read?" asked Issic.
She says, "The last pages merely hint at future volumes,
and gives an incantation."
"No, I want the last pages of the history."
"Sorry." She opened up the smaller book. "It
discusses the rise of Lord Nadam, and leaves off there. Now what?"
"Keep an eye out for any movement of the worms. Though
I really think that this girl here is the real key."
"What do we do with her?" Issic shrugged. He asked
Vulnavia, "What was the purpose of that magical dance?"
"To cause the dead to arise."
"Did it succeed?"
"You interrupted it."
"Why would you want the dead to arise?"
"To command them."
"Any particular dead"
"No."
"To command them to do what?"
"To invade Alisander - to bring back the REAL Lord Nadam."
"What is fake or not real about the Nadam that rules there
now?"
"The real Nadam is a vampire."
"Why would you want Nadam to be a Vampire?"
"Because then my master can use his magic to control him
and unleash a plague upon that damn city! Once he is undead, we can awaken the
Sleeping Old One that Lurks beneath it!"
"There is another sleeping Old One? How many of those
can there be under one continent?"
"Many."
"So where is your master now?"
"He has fled."
"To where?"
"I won't tell you."
"Even under the possible punishment of no sex ever?"
"Really? You wouldn't want to fuck me?"
"Really! It is not about wanting to or not. I don't have
to fuck you to get what I need."
"Maybe you will have to."
"The question is Can you survive the rest of your life
not being fucked?"
"Of course I can. I am a woman. It is men who cannot
go without."
"Hmmmm. I have found that to be not necessarily gender
based."
She shrugged.
"Cthaat, tie her spread eagled to a chair. We will see
who needs what!"
Cthaat looked at Issic strangely, then tied her up as requested.
Vulnavia gave a perfunctory struggle, but ultimately allowed the bondage.
Issic reached out and pinched Vulnavia's nipple between his
claw.
Vulnavia scowled. "What, are you going to rape me? Do
you think I long for unwanted sex?"
When Vulnavia was tied up securely, Issic took Cthaat to the
side. "What seems to be the problem? What are your thoughts on the subject?"
Cthaat just shrugged. "I don't like the idea of taking
her unwilling. I don't mean to be squeamish."
"I don't intend on taking her unwillingly. I intend on
teasing her until she tells us what we want to know. Unless you know of a better
way?"
"Kill her. Burn the house down. Odds are there are spellbooks
in here. without them, no spells."
"I am not so sure that there is not a bigger plot against
Nadam than just these two"
"Do you think killing her is the best idea or are you just
jealous?"
"It's the best idea. We can take her to Alexander and have
her put in a Zone of Truth. Even if we tease her, that doesn't guarantee the
truth."
"I am not sure that killing her will help since we are
dealing with those that raise the dead."
"You do speak truly there."
"Then bind her and we will take her with us along with
the books. I think Alexander would want to speak with her about what she knows
of Nadam."
Issic searched the rest of the room for other clues, finding
other books and sorcerous tomes. He also found several missives from someone
named "L. Prama." He read through those, putting the books in his
backpack to take for further study. The letters, addressed to Hazred, told
that he, L. Prama, has put a stop to Ordiss Ool's plot against Issic, and that
more information would be coming. Other letters told Hazred locations of rare
tomes and libraries and spells. Issic gathered all of those messages into his
backpack as well.
The bound girl asked, "So, no sex?" Her eyes dropped
to her crotch suggestively.
Cthaat blinked. She whispered, "Actually, I am starting
to want it also. Wouldn't you like to see me go down on that girl... all tied
up and all?"
Issic said, "I like watching you no matter who you go down
on. Of course we could put on a show for her and leave her wanting it."
"Ooooo." She started to undo her armored bodice.
It dipped low, revealing the curve of young, firm breasts. Cthaat was wonderfully
nubile. She walked up to Issic and started to kiss his chest, then down to
his stomach. Her hand started to fumble with his sword-belt, struggling to take
it off so she could find his real weapon.
Finally, she ungirded his loins, and released his manhood. Issic
ran his claws through her hair with one hand and unbuckled the belt with the
other, making sure that the sword fell within reach if needed. She started to
nibble at his length, teasing it, touching it, stroking it softly with fingers,
lips, and, occasionally, the tip of a firm tongue. Finally she engulfed him
in her warm, wet mouth. The girl tied to the chair squirmed, trying to bring
pleasure to her own pussy against the seat of the chair.
Issic looked at the other girl. "Are you sure you could
do without that?" Issic watched his length repeatedly slip from sight and
into Cthaat's mouth as she worked, lingering there, tongue swirling, creating
friction, then finally devouring it again.
Issic growled and pushed himself deeper into her throat. She
wrapped her thumb and middle finger around his shaft, about mid-length, and
brought her lips to meet them. With her mouth she sucked. With her hand she
masturbated the half-dragon. Her other hand reached behind him, and she started
rubbing his anus.
Vulnavia leaned forward, licking her lips, wanting it, but Issic
said, "You get nothing."
Issic reached down palmed Cthaat's nipple and squeezed her breasts.
Cthaat's mouth, so wet and willing, her tongue still flicking, worked in a tormenting
duet with her hand sliding up and down Issic's cock. She shoved a finger up
into him and slowly finger-fucked him as she sucked and stroked in an amazing
three-pronged attack on his body.
"The dead come," whispered Vulnavia, and Issic could
see ghosts start to form around them, naked ghosts of young girls and women,
touching themselves, watching, moaning.
With one hand holding the back of her head as he slammed his
cock down her throat, Issic let his claw rake up the side of her breast, closing
on the nipple, pinching it. She moaned, her voice muffled around his massive
cock as she continues to suck, stroke, and finger him. Vulnavia pleaded with
the forming ghosts for pleasure, but the ghosts held off. Issic felt they were
waiting for his command.
Issic asked Vulnavia, "Where is your master?" He
moaned as Cthaat's tongue twirled on his cock.
"He awaits below," Vulnavia said. "Please, allow
me to join."
"What does he wait for?"
"For you to leave with me."
Cthaat continued her work on him. Her hot, wet tongue sucked
him as her merciless finger pressed him deep inside. Her other hand continued
to pump his cock, faster and faster, wanting to pump his juices into her mouth.
Issic motioned for one of the ghosts to rub Cthaat's pussy from
behind.
A young female ghost floated forward and touched Cthaat's pussy. Cthaat squealed
from the initial cold touch, but relaxed as the girl stroked her pussy. The
young ghost knelt down and started to lick Cthaat even as her ghostly finger
penetrated into her pussy.
"What...does...he ....intend....on ...doing...when..we..leave?"
gasped Issic as he watched other ghosts start to touch each other, kissing,
touching, fucking...
"Finishing his spell, dammit! Fuck me! Please, someone!"
cried Vulnavia.
Cthaat, even as the ghost licked and fingered her, increased
the pressure in her mouth, fucking Issic's cock with it harder and faster, her
fist moving faster, and her irresistible finger stroking his prostate with unrelenting
passion. Ghosts floated around Issic, touching him, reaching THROUGH Cthaat's
hands and body to suck him at the same time, to touch him at the same time,
and in the same places, an odd mixture of Cthaat's warmth, and their coolness
all at once.
Cthaat went wild with all the similar touching happening to
her. Ghosts sucked her breasts, even through Issic's hands. Issic roared and
shoved his cock as deep as possible into Cthaat's mouth and shot off as one
of the ghosts was also sucking him with Cthaat. Cthaat sucked and sucked, taking
it all, as did the ghost, draining him dry. She did not stop, not even for
a second. Cthaat's hand and mouth continued, smearing spit and Issic's cum up
and down his cock as she kept going, faster and faster, even after he stopped
cumming. She was intent on keeping the half-dragon hard, keeping him going.
She did pull her finger out of his ass, though, and touched a ghost's pussy.
Still rock hard and wet from her mouth, Issic picked up Cthaat
and plunged her onto his shaft. Cthaat leaned back and cried out in passion
as he rammed into her. "Gods!" She put both hands on the side of
his head and looked him in the eye. "Don't you want to fuck the bitch
yet?"
Issic grabbed her ass and moved her up and down a few strokes,
letting her clit bump the base of his cock each time. Cthaat stiffened and yelled
out her release, screaming as she thrashed around him, wild as a healthy young
animal as she clawed his scaled back.
"Fuck me! Fuck her! Fuck us both!" she cried, her
head thrashing back and forth, her long hair flinging around her.
As she came, Issic pushed a claw up her ass and continue to
bounce her. Then he moved toward Vulnavia on the chair and shoved Cthaat's
ass in her face letting her tongue take the place of his claw. Vulnavia licked
and sucked Cthaat's ass. Cthaat moaned and held on tight to Issic. Vulnavia
felt herself grow faint from the lack of air, her face buried in the luscious
swells of Cthaat's ass, striving to lick her anus and pussy alternately.
Issic ordered one of the ghosts to spread her pussy for Cthaat
to lick while being fucked and sucked. Cthaat licks the ghost's pussy, touching
the pussy and cock of two other ghosts.
One of the ghosts stroked Issic's cock through Cthaat's body,
and then bent down to enjoy it orally. Then another ghost took Issic's cock,
and the two ghosts took turns sucking it.
Vulnavia pressed her face hard between Cthaat's ass cheeks,
pressing her chin against Cthaat's wet mound, her lips against the soft puckered
edges of her ass. Issic kissed Cthaat hard on the mouth through the pussy of
a ghost.
Cthaat screamed like a wicked angel into Issic's open mouth,
sharing an epiphany of pleasure with him, the girl and the ghosts. Issic then
flicked his tongue down her cheek from the side of her mouth and down her neck
as if there were a dribble of cum rolling down her neck.
The ghosts pleasured his cock as he licked the side of Cthaat's
cheek, double pleasure, their cold but wet mouths engulfing you in turn.
Issic pulled Cthaat closer to him so that her nipples rubbed
against his chest scales, flicking them as she bounced up and down on his cock.
Issic impaled her to the hilt and held her there as he snapped his fangs together
and filled her pussy with his cum.
Cthaat came again.
"I want to see you fuck that bitch," whispered Cthaat
in a hoarse voice.
"Do you really think she deserves it?"
"No, but I deserve it."
"That is a fact. What would you think if we make a bargain
with her that if she helps us to figure all of this house and plot out that
she can come and be our sex slave?"
"I say we just make her one and to hell with bargains."
Vulnavia cried out as a ghost touched her pussy. Issic looked
at the ghost as if to say, "Not until I say so."
The ghost backed away quickly.
Issic told the ghost, "You may tease her and she may lick
you."
The ghost came up and started to tease Vulnavia, softly touching
her, never committing. The girl licked the ghost in return as it floated around,
in a strange, aerial 69. Issic whispered quietly to Cthaat, in case Hazred was
listening, "So should we take her now or leave her here and come back for
her when we have dealt with Hazred?"
Cthaat said, "Take her now! I do not want to leave this!"
Male and female ghosts surrounded Cthaat, each wanting to play with her, to
fuck her. Cthaat grasped a ghostly cock and sucked it in.
Issic wondered if this was normal for Cthaat. He looked for
any indications that Cthaat may be possessed or charmed. She seemed awfully
anxious for Issic to fuck this girl and that would seem to more than likely
be part of a spell. She was definitely in the mood; perhaps she is caught up
in the ecstasy of it all. Issic let the ghosts keep Cthaat busy. Issic got
dressed.
A male ghost mounted Cthaat and started fucking her. "Don't
dress!" she cried at Issic. As that one ghost fucked her Issic had two
more start licking her breasts. He had one lick her pussy as she was getting
fucked and another to fuck her in the ass. Issic thought that should satisfy
her for a bit. He grinned as the ghosts swarmed around her and did exactly
as he commanded.
Issic silently commanded the ghosts to make sure that Cthaat
nor themselves do not untie or help in any way the woman tied up on the chair.
They whispered and nodded in spectral understanding. Issic further gave instructions
to the ghosts to protect Cthaat. They nod with complete understanding. Cthaat
moaned in pleasure, and the ghosts moaned as well.
Issic then gave one last glance at Cthaat, then the tied up
woman, and headed down the hallway to check downstairs for Hazred. In the hallway,
he saw more ghosts... some were fucking against the wall, others were fucking
on the floor. He passed by or through a trio of ghosts, two male and one female,
each giving each other head. He wondered if they would follow his commands,
too. He told them to switch positions, for each of them to give head to the
one they were currently receiving it from. They switched.
A girl ghost flew up and said, "Let me pleasure you, Lord."
"My pleasure lies in the knowledge of where Hazred is"
"He is below, Lord."
"Doing what?"
"Opening the gates."
"Opening the gates to what or where?"
"To the Outside, to learn more magic."
"Lead me to him. The gate must not be opened."
She floated down the stairs, beckoning Issic to follow. She
took him to the library. He saw Hazred standing behind a lectern, reading cryptic
words from a musty tome. Couches lined the room, and people were engaged in
intercourse on these couches. The female he was following turned fleshy when
she crossed the threshold of the room. Issic realised she was gorgeous. Still
that did not stay Issic's hand. He flew across the room to attack Hazred, trying
to break the spell. Hazred burst apart in an explosion of worms. Issic breathed
fire at the worms and many of them fried. The others squiggled and tried to
flee as he stomped and squished them. One by one the ghosts vanished, leaving
the one young lady. Issic pulled out some holy water and poured it down the
cracks of the floor, burning more worms. The girl tried to push Issic aside.
"Stop it!" she cried. "He is trying to get my soul back from
that demoness!"
Issic realised she was naked. She had long blonde hair, and
silky smooth blonde pussy hair.
"Who are you?"
"I am the one who can bring back the dead."
"That is what you are, not who you are. Who are you?"
"I am Borni. I just want my soul back from Sharyss."
A growl from deep in Issic's chest was made at the mention of
that name.
"Will you help me?" she asked.
"And how is it that Hazred has come to help you?"
asked Issic. "What is it that he gets in return?"
"He said someone was here who had had sex with Sharyss.
By having sex with me, that one will cause Sharyss to come through. He has
a gem over there to catch her in. Then he would force her to give my soul back.
In return, I summon the dead for him."
"What do you know of the other woman upstairs: Vulnavia?"
"She is my sister."
"Is her soul been captured as well?"
"Not as mine has."
"Either it has been or it has not been captured."
"She is fine now. Hazred uses her body, putting her mind
in that pile of worms so he can use her flesh, her pussy."
"You nearly killed her just now. The real horror is up
there."
"But the time grows short for this spell to work! Please,
do you know who he has summoned here? Who has touched Sharyss?"
"Why would he want someone to have sex with your sister's
body while he inhabits it?"
"I don't know."
"I have fought for the release of a soul or two from Sharyss
before. I may yet do so again, but Hazred must be stopped"
"Then you must fuck me. Please!"
"Hazred first." Issic looked at the tome the wormperson
was reading from. It contained spells and incantations. The book's title was:
"Life to the Dead, A Sexual Approach" by Lady Prama Larbos. The book
lay on top of a pile of papyrus scrolls, holding them flat. The book was open
to a page titled "Possession" and the opposing page is titled "Vampire
Kings." Issic put the book in his backpack. He took hold of the woman
and dragged her to the door, saying, "Come with me."
Upstairs, the orgy seemed to have abated. Cthaat lay sleeping
on the floor. Vulnavia was struggling with her bonds. When the girl sees Issic
she screams, "Get out! I'm naked!"
"Quit your screaming. It is nothing that I have not seen
before. Quit struggling against the bonds." He woke up Cthaat. Her eyes
widened in alarm when she realized she was naked. "I am sore," she
said.
Suddenly, the skin at the back of Issic's neck raised as he
realized Cthaat was actually Sharyss, shape-changed to trick him. Issic immediately
attacked with all of his might. Cthaat looked stunned as the first blows bit
into her flesh. Vulnavia screamed in horror. There was no battle in what Issic
was doing, it was sheer butchery, frantic, bloody, impelled by a hysteria of
fury and hate. Vulnavia wanted to close her eyes and press her hands over her
ears to shut out the sight of that dripping sword that rose and fell with the
sound of a butcher's cleaver and the gurgling sounds of a lovely girl that dwindled
away and ceased.
Issic rose from the gory travesty that only vaguely resembled
a human being. He was breathing hard and blood was splattered all over him.
The door slammed open and Hazred stood there and laughed. "Ah, and the
sacrifice is done!" Suddenly Issic realised he had not killed Sharyss,
but a pretty woman who loved him.
Issic launched himself at Hazred, but the monster only disincorporated
into a pile of worms again. Issic looked at Vulnavia and saw she was not herself
anymore, but Hazred. Her voice spoke Hazred's words. "I promised Sharyss
I could get you to kill your love. Now I will get what I want. It was a hard,
circuitous road, but it all came together well, don't you think?"
Outraged, Issic knocked the girl unconscious. Borni started
to cry, then scream. Issic saw black shadows loom from the walls, grabbing
her, pulling down into Hell. Issic grabbed her to hold her here, cleaving with
his grim sword at the shadows. The struggle was terrific. If she had been
alive, the stress would have torn her asunder. It was a horrible tug of war...and
with one hand, Issic was slowly losing it. He suddenly realized Borni was not
alive and he nearly lost her. A howling sounded up, whipping the air around
Issic. "Please help me!" Borni cried out. "I didn't mean to
lose my soul!"
Issic sheathed his sword and grabbed Borni with both hands and
pulled with all of his might, deducing that her real body decayed long ago,
but the magic was building a new one for her. She was still partially a ghost.
The struggle intensified. Finally, Issic pulled Borni close and held on tight,
and the spirits of Hell released her and vanished. The howling ceased. The
girl cried. "Quickly! You must destroy his phylactery!"
"Where is it?" asked Issic, his chest heaving with
exhaustion or passion, his brow beaded with sweat, his body still covered in
Cthaat's gore. "And how?"
"Its the house," said Borni. "Fire!"
Issic carried the Vulnavia and Cthaat's body out with him, and
Borni follows him. He sets fire to the curtains and furniture and headed out
the door. The house burned. Issic gingerly laid down the ruin of Cthaat's
body. The emotions welling up within him were unspeakable. The whole house
seemed to scream in tormented agony as it burned and collapsed nearby, echoing
the screaming in Issic's soul. Still, he knew evil had been destroyed.
"You can resurrect us both," Borni said finally.
She held out the book of sexual healing magic. Issic found a spell that would
allow him to resurrect them by having sex with their ghosts while someone else
read the incantation. He realised the incantation could drive him insane and
he thought about dragging both to Alexander, but he could not push the task
to someone else, especially for the death he caused. He read the first incantation
and saw the glimmering form of Cthaat form nearby. A ghost now, she was sad,
but she looked at Issic with complete understanding in her loving eyes. She
came to him as Borni read the incantation and gave Issic a cold embrace. Issic
took her hard and fast, feeling the whole scenario was unreal, forgetting that
Cthaat's ruined body lay just a few feet away. The incantation seemed to soothe
the memory and to enhance his sexuality, and he did not last long. When he
pumped his life-giving fluid into her, flesh and blood filled her body, and
Cthaat lay on the ground, sleeping, but she was alive.
"My turn," said Borni. The incantation read, Issic
burned again with lust and he went to her cold embrace and gave her life…