Drow in the City Ch. 04

But when naked woman with pale skin and midnight hair suddenly appeared, flanked by two hulking, equally naked shadow giants, a tremor did course her spine. Lura was aware of the sadistic tendencies of Shar, and the massive...no, gigantic cocks that were swinging between the two giants' legs made her think twice about tempting the Lady of Loss.

"Lura," the woman purred. Her voice was as smooth as the silky shadows that swirled around her. "I have been expecting you."

"What do you want, Shar," Lura asked, drawing on her drow upbringing to give her bravado in the face of impossible odds.

"Why...you, of course," Shar purred. "Come with me, I want to speak with you in a more hospitable environment."

"I'm not--" Lura was cut off by an abrupt change of scenery. She knew she was still on the Plane of Shadow. Her senses were not wrong, she knew. But she was surrounded by drow architecture and décor, complete with arachnid sculptures and violet faerie fire. Shar was curled on an overstuffed loveseat, carved from petrified mushroom stalk, the drow substitute for wood. Her a wispy, shadowy gown was draped over her exquisite body, but did not cover the black areola and nipples atop her firm, round breasts. In fact, the only part of her body it truly covered was her stomach. Even her legs, curled as they were, were parted just enough to expose a soft thatch of shadowy pubic hair, neatly trimmed atop a perfectly formed, juicy little mound. Lura found herself salivating despite her situation.

"You like what you see," Shar purred, licking her lips, painted black. Or were they simply black lips?

"I...do," Lura found herself saying. "What...what do you want from me."

Shar smirked at the forced bravado Lura was trying to hold on to. "I want...you," Shar said. Lura blinked, and then she was laying on a thick mattress atop an enormous bed. Violet and crimson sheer drapes hung from the ceiling, encompassing the bed, and Shar was next to her. The goddess was so close Lura could smell what she could only describe as shadow, or darkness, worn as a perfume.

"I am the Chosen of Sune," Lura said, but her conviction was long gone.

"Forget Sune," Shar said. "She cannot show you the pleasures I can show you. The pleasure of pain," Shar slid her finger across one of Lura's thighs, and the burning sensation of a whip emanated from that area. Lura moaned and arched her back as the pain turned to pleasure. "The pleasure of helplessness," Shar said and Lura felt her body go rigid as a magical hold bound her body. Shar licked her lips and Lura felt a tongue sliding between her thighs, burrowing deep into her pussy. "The pleasure of male after male after male servicing your every whim," she said, and her gaze was drawn to a foursome of giant, naked men, each with an erection the size of her arm, each oozing copious amounts of cum onto the floor. Her mind invariably wandered to the feeling of having their cocks all over her, in her every orifice, covering her with their seed. "The pleasure of a goddess fucking you every night, every day, every hour and minute, and the pleasure of feeling a cock growing from between your legs, magical and temporary, so that you can put that goddess into submission, fuck her until she cries and impregnate her with your spawn."

Lura's eyes went wide. A cock as big as those dripping seed on the floor grew from her clitoris, and Shar straddled her, hands grasping the magical phallus and stroking it. Lura looked up into those dark, hateful, lustful eyes, and found she could not look away.

*****

Iliara's volcanic orgasm sent the room into a frenzy. Cyra put her hands on Mikhail's chest, digging her fingers into the flesh as she began to grind her soaked pussy against his rigid, uncompromising cock. The wet smack of her pussy smacking down on his groin shot through the smoky, humid air, and then she began to change. Her horns elongated, curving forward, and her eyes went black, though this time golden slits, like that of a cat's eye, appeared in the middle. Her fingernails grew into long, black claws, and she retained the presence of mind to not dig them all the way into Mikhail's chest. Her rippling stomach was coated in a sheen of sweat, as well as her large breasts. Droplets fell from her painfully erect nipples to splash on Mikhail's taut abdomen.

On Iliara's other side, Greta had fallen back from Varla. Their legs were spread and Greta put one leg under the former noble, the other draped over Varla's tanned thigh. Her plump mound was mashed against Varla's cunny, and they ground together mercilessly, their cries resounding through the smoky room. They fed off the sexual energy and the magic of Sune flowing through the room. Iliara rolled her head over to the coupling girls, instantly reaching for Varla's face and pulling the plump, soft lips to hers. Without any sense of courtship, she simply drove her tongue into the woman's mouth, tasting her tongue as the two organs whirled around each other.

Her hands groped hurriedly at Varla's body, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples as her tongue danced along the salty, sweaty skin of her neck. The girl's body went rigid under her hands, began to shudder, and with a loud cry, the former noble shook through an orgasm. Iliara looked down to see creamy jets of girlcum spouting from the two grinding pussies. Iliara forgot her own pleasure and crawled to the orgasmic geyser, lapping at the firm, tan stomach to taste the delicious brew. Her tongue slid further down, slipping down between Greta's plump mound and Varla's soaked lips. Iliara slid her tongue back and forth, simultaneously licking both clits while managing to avoid the violently bucking hips of both girls. The two tastes were different, but mingled together on her tongue in one delicate brand. The taste of both girls' cunts on her tongue, Iliara couldn't help but thrust her hand between her own golden thighs, splay apart the glistening lips of her pussy, and thrust two of her fingers into herself.

Grinding her hips on Mikhail's chest, the transformed Cyra couldn't resist the musky scent of Iliara's ass and pussy near her head. Grinning like a lioness, Cyra, the celebrant of Sharess, leaned over to the exposed honey pot and her tongue snaked out. Mikhail watch in wonderment as the tiefling's tongue doubled in length, slipping into Iliara's snatch along with the elf's finger. The elf, shocked at the sensation, was forced to draw her tongue out of two grinding pussies to see Cyra, in her Sharess-given form, grinding still on Mikhail while her face hovered against her pussy, tongue burrowing into it.

"Ooooh, Hanali," Iliara said suddenly as a rapturous bliss overtook her. Her body quaked and she buried her face into the two grinding cunnies again as orgasm shook her body yet again. Then Greta cried out, her quivering mound spraying directly into Iliara's mouth. The elf let it splash around her mouth, against her tongue, and then onto her cheeks. She had never seen a woman orgasm in such a way, and the taste, the sensation of bathing her face in a woman's love juice robbed her of her reasoning, her senses.

Slowly, Cyra withdrew her tongue from Iliara's quivering snatch, and with tantalizingly slow speed, slid her tongue from the very top of Iliara's bottom, all the way down the pristine cleft, to the puckered rosebud just above her pussy. Eyes glittering with devious sensuality, Cyra stroked Iliara's anus with her tongue, moistening it, and ever so slowly working it inside.

"What in the Hells," Iliara gasped, her fingers busy now rubbing Varla and Greta's clits. She looked underneath her, past her pert, athletic breasts as they hung down slightly from her chest, to see Iliara's chin and neck. Then that insidious, slithering tongue slid up into her ass, and Iliara gave a low grunt, then a gasp, followed by a winded moan of disbelief as pleasure like none before coursed through her. Liquid fire was flowing through her veins, her mind was frayed and her heart beat like a smith's hammer in her chest. She grunted as Cyra's amazing tongue thrust in and out of her tight, virgin asshole, and realized she was pressing her hands quite firmly into the human cunts before her. They were in no way complaining.

Mikhail, while watching Cyra's oral work, slipped his hand down to where all his action was, and pressed it firmly against the tiefling's hardened clit. A few quick thrusts of his thumb and Cyra gasped, shuddering on top of him, her tongue faltering inside Iliara's asshole. Her orgasm sent small spurts of crystalline cum from her twat, splattering on Mikhail's rippling, sweaty stomach. Iliara quickly brought her attention from the two panting girls to the essence of Cyra's orgasm, her tongue lapping eagerly at the cloyed substance, then sliding her tongue to Cyra's parted nether lips.

Movement to his side drew Mikhail's attention. Varla and Greta had repositioned, the tanned girl curled inside Greta's grasp. Her head laid on Greta's shapely arm, which was extended toward Mikhail's head, fingers tracing the lines of his face. Varla's hands were pressed between her legs, where her top leg was draped over Greta's, and Greta's hand was busy frigging away at the nexus of Varla's pleasure. Their gazes were locked with his as Iliara circled around behind Cyra.

Behind the tiefling now, the gold-skinned elf had her body pressed firmly against the voluptuous, grinding red skin. Her stiff nipples pressed firmly into Cyra's firm, toned back, her hands wrapping around the curvy, soft hips to meet between Cyra's legs. To Iliara's utter delight, Cyra's tail stiffed between the elf's legs, pressing into the damp folds of her sex. It was thick there at the base, like a firm cock, and Iliara rocked her hips back and forth, sawing the tail into her sex.

Varla and Greta shifted their gaze to the dance between Iliara and Cyra as the tiefling reached behind her, to Iliara's mane of golden hair, and pulled their lips together in a sloppy, wet kiss. The tiefling held their faces in that position as the combination of Mikhail's throbbing member began to spurt cum into her. The tiefling felt her loins fill with liquid passion, and that combined with Iliara's manual ministrations, sent her into another squirting, grunting orgasm.

*****

Lura looked down between her legs as the illusory phallus dematerialized before her eyes. Shar mounted her, her pale knees on either side of Lura's black thighs. She raised her hand and made a subtle gesture with her long, sensual fingers. One of the large men walked over, thickly muscled legs carrying him in long strides, until his hardened member was before Lura's face. She laid their, staring at the thick, long organ, her mouth involuntarily salivating.

"This, you can have, and more," Shar said, her hands grasping Lura's thighs and slowly sliding up, closer and closer to the small mound of her sex.

Lura could smell the masculine scent of the cock and droplets of precum cumulating at the tip of the twitching phallus. Her pulse drummed in her head. She felt moisture cumulating inside the mound of her pussy, and she gripped her hands at nothing. The drow sank her teeth into her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. A droplet of masculine essence fell onto her cheek, and she resisted the urge to scoop it up into her mouth with a finger. A long, ragged breath filled her logs, and her drow sensibilities took over.

"Goddess or not," Lura said, her voice a growl, "I won't be your slave."

Shar glared, her hands gripping Lura's thighs and stopping their progress. Slowly, the pale hands withdrew from Lura's thighs, and Shar backed away. Her eyes began to radiate a blackness so deep that it sucked in what light there was on the Plane of Shadow, and her hands were wreathed in black flame. Lura stood, and she felt the love and passion of Sune filling her entire being.

Lura tapped into that power, summoning it from deep within her, calling to Sune with every beat of her heart, and her hands were sheathed in ruby and golden light. Eyes burning with passion, the crimson light piercing the blackness of the Black Castle, Lura lashed out first. Her hands shot forward, twin beams of gold, shot through with ruby red, seared toward Shar. But the goddess lashed out as well, her magic of blackness, loss, and evil slamming into Lura's divinely channeled magic. There was an explosion, the entire castle shaking, and the entire Plane of Shadow was temporarily ravaged by magical desolation.

Shar was thrown violently into the wall of her room. Her divine nature made her impervious to such bodily damage, but she still reeled from the cataclysmic clash of divine magic. She shook her head clear, wrapping shadowstuff around her naked body, and stood, searching around for the drow.

She was gone.

In a fit of rage, she unleashed her raw power on the naked men in her room, slaying instantly.

*****

Lura was surrounded by soft music and pleasant smells, including familiar incense. She was laying on the ground, still nude, and warm marble accepted her body with an almost sentient pleasantness. Her limbs were numb, but slowly regaining sensation and function. After a short while, she rolled over onto her stomach, her body aching from the unleashed power of clashing divine magic. With a groan, she brought herself to her hands and knees, then slowly stood up straight.

In front of her was a font of cloudy water made from the same marble as the floor. In fact, on closer inspection, she realized the font was actually a part of the marble floor. Lura put her hands on the font, staring at her reflection and taking in several deep breaths. She knew not where she was, but had her suspicions based on the incense.

"I have longed for this for a long time," came a voice so musical and beautiful that it made Lura's eyes water. She lifted her gaze. "Welcome to my domain, Lura."

Before the naked drow was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Standing as tall as the drow, a pale-skinned woman, with shining, luxurious locks of wavy red hair wore a gauzy white gown, suspended by thin string to her neck, and leaving her shoulders and cleavage daringly bared. Her vivid emerald eyes pierced Lura's soul, and the drow fell to her knees before her. Sune stepped forward, kneeling and putting her hands on Lura's cheeks. With her full, ruby red lips, Sune kissed Lura, and Lura felt soothing, sensual power flowing into her. Then they stood, facing each other, and embraced in a tight, loving embrace.

Tears began to well up in Lura's eyes, slowly drifting down her cheeks to splash onto Sune's shoulders. The loving goddess ran her hands up and down Lura's back, then up into her hair. Sune pushed the drow away, holding her by the shoulders. "I must confess," Sune said, smiling as she took in the drow's body, "I have seen you naked many times, though never in person, and now that I have you here, I can't help but admire your figure. You are truly worthy of inhabiting this place of beauty."

"Inhabiting? Am I..."

"No, my darling," Sune said. "It is not yet your time, I assure you, I only brought you here to save you from my foe's cruelty."

Lura looked down at the marble floor, her deceptively delicate feet, then back up to Sune. "I almost gave in," Lura muttered.

"I know," Sune said. "She is a temptress, and promises much that would make most women quiver in anticipation. There is someone I would like you to meet."

On cue, another woman entered the grotto. She and Sune had been standing on a marble floor, with four marble columns rising up to support a marble ring over top. Around the construct were trees, shrubberies, a vast array of flowers and plant life, and quietly murmuring streams. The sun was radiating the grotto with warm, comfortable light, that didn't so much as make Lura's drow eyes squint.

Stepping barefoot through the shallow stream, a raven-haired woman with fair skin approached, wearing two strips of gauzy violet cloth, connected by mithril rings at her shoulders, and tied together at the waist by a vivid blue sash. Her pert, handful breasts were visible through the cloth, dark nipples hard and protruding, while the neatly trimmed tuft of black hair above her sex mound was visible through the thin cloth that hung down between her legs. She entered the marble area and gave Lura a soft kiss, her tongue grazing the drow's lips as she broke off to stand next to Sune.

"I am Sharess," the woman said, "formerly Bast of Mulhorand, now a dear friend of Sune." Lura looked on in amazement at the two goddesses. Where Sune was willowy, with an air of caring and love about her, Sharess was sultry, seductive, with a gaze that could set Lura's loins aflame if she held it too long. Sune, the goddess of Love and Beauty, stood next to Sharess, Goddess of Hedonism, Sexual Fulfillment, and Cats. "We both have had an unsavory experience with the Lady of Loss. As Sune saved me from her dark grasp, so has she saved you. We, along with our friends, have been watching you and your companions, and have been pleased."

A gorgeous elf entered then, arm in arm with another humanoid woman. "Hanali Celanil, elven goddess of love, and Lliira, Mistress of Revels," Sune said. "We four inhabit this place, though Hanali also serves in Arvandor, with the elven pantheon."

"As we speak, a certain elf that you have acquainted yourself with is turning from Shar to me," Hanali said. Lura stared at the elf with supernatural hunger. She could have passed as human with her figure, but the exaggeratedly long ears extending from her blonde hair should never be hid. Lura eyed them with hunger, wanting to taste the deliciously erotic tips of those ears and make the elven goddess quiver helplessly under her. Not to mention the unusually large (for an elf, at least) breasts that were barely contained by the short, exaggerated low cut pink dress she wore. Her cleavage was impressive, and though the material was solid, she could still see the hardened, long nipples tenting the material. The skirt flared out just below the curve of her bottom, leaving her legs, toned to the peak of sensuality, delightfully exposed. Her giggle shook Lura from her mesmerized state.

"I am pleased to hear that," Lura said, slightly embarrassed at making herself seem a fool in front of divinity.

Lliira eyed her, and Lura felt her gaze pulled toward the waifish goddess. She was thin, though not unhealthy thin, and wore a long golden gown with thin shoulder straps and a low neck. Her breasts were the smallest of the four, and would probably only barely fill Lura's skilled hands. Her hair was shoulder length and dark, though not raven black like Sharess. Her body was built for dancing, revelry, and her playful nature gave Lura a giddy feeling inside. "I am preparing a celebration for you and your companions," she said. "One day, when it is ready, I will invite you all here to Brightwater, in the Gates of the Moon."

"We would be honored," Lura said. "My companions and I have been doing our utmost to further the causes of Love, Passion, Sensuality, and Revelry."

"And you have done well," Sune said. "Better than we could have ever hoped. You, my beloved Chosen. Cyra, Sharess's Celebrant and Divine Champion. Iliara, the newly formed Seeker of Hanali Celanil. You three have been the most important champions of our cause in decades, even centuries. And all three of you have devoted time to Lliira as well, engaging in Revelry with each other and others whenever you gain the opportunity. There are places reserved for such important people here, you know.

"Very comfortable places," Sune said, winking. "Mostly beds, I assure you. I think Sharess will have her way with all of us before all is said and done!" The goddesses and Lura all shared a hearty laugh.

"How long will I stay here?" Lura asked after a moment. Sune smiled warmly, then pointed to the font, where the scene of Cyra, Mikhail, Iliara, Greta, and Varla were all joined together in a simultaneous orgasm, Lura's body laying motionless on the bed behind them.