Order of the Sacred Sword Ch. 03

Once we were above ground I was lead to the left of a branching hallway. I made a mental note of the layout of the building. There would be a time in the future, I hoped, when I might need that information to escape. Meredith followed, and it was all I could do not to look back at her, to see what she was doing, to see if in her face I could glean any sense of what was to come. The one time I did meet her eyes she smiled at me, her white teeth the only pure thing about the look on her face. She had simply discarded the robe, and walked behind us naked, her widened hips swaying suggestively as her bare footfalls clapped against the floor.

"Come forward, come forward," the prince said. It was indeed the man who had greeted us when we begged entrance to the monastery, though his appearance had greatly changed in the interim. Instead of the plain, pudgy robed man we had first seen, there was in his place a giant warrior, his skin bursting with muscles, his chest hairless and chiseled. He had cavalierly thrown his right leg over the arm of the throne, and next to his left leg dangled his cock, a flaccid, purple-headed snake. Two monks stood on each side of his throne; those closest to him held chalices dangerously similar to the one he had upended into Meredith's mouth, though they did not smoke or glow with faint light. If the cups were empty, I would count myself extremely lucky. A woman sat with her arms wrapped around the prince's leg, and she ran one finger up and down his calf with sensual delicacy. She was red-haired and buxom, her skin milky and her eyes cast admiringly up at the demon.

"So, Quentin," he said, as I was brought before the throne. The guards squared me in, and I was made to kneel on the stretch of carpet that crossed from the room to the entrance to the pedestal on which the chair sat. It was surprisingly bright inside, but one look to the window told me it was night. "Who are you?"

"I am just a man," I said, unwilling to give more information than was necessary. I felt the poke of a staff at my back. One of the guards was not happy with my answer. "I am a squire in the Order of the Sacred Sword, nothing more."

"Just a squire?" the prince asked. "As I thought. Meredith told me you had not been in the order long."

As he spoke her name, Meredith appeared from behind me and approached the throne. She looked back at me, though I only saw one eye from behind her shoulder and her long hair. Her back was flawless and her rear was heart-shaped, the fat the potion had grown there giggling slightly as she strode toward her new master.

"I promise, I do not know anything," I said. I sat back on my heels, keeping my posture straight, trying to show no signs of weakness or deference. I doubt it worked. The quavering in my voice no doubt gave me away. "I have only been with the Order for six months."

"You will speak when spoken to," the demon said, bored. "Now, tell me. What did Meredith say of her purification?"

"Only that I am eternally grateful, my prince," she said, climbing the steps to the black chair. He beckoned her with the crooked finger, and touched his lips. As she bent over she kept her legs straight, and I could see a slight gap between her thighs, the puffy, outer lips of her slit. She had been shaved, as the prince had. No doubt it was part of the purification. Theirs was a deep and passionate kiss, and I looked away. The sight of their intimacy turned my stomach inside out.

Just as I brought my gaze back to them the red-haired woman sprung to her feet and gave Meredith a mighty shove. It might have toppled her over, if one of the monks did not grab her as she moved, restraining the force of her attack. Instead, Meredith merely stumbled, breaking her kiss with the prince. The demon looked up and rolled his eyes, and leaned away from the fracas. Meredith sprung back at her, but a monk grabbed her as well, and in a moment both the women were restrained at the midsection, their smooth legs kicking in the air, their hair swooshing from side to side as they fought the men holding them.

"Enough," the demon said, softly, though it stopped all commotion in the room. He pointed to a spot next to his chair, where the monk who grabbed Meredith had been standing. "Meredith, there will be fine. Victoria, to me. If you continue to fight, I will lock you in the cells."

"Please don't, my prince," Victoria begged. She had a common accent, choppy and rough, signaling that she was most likely a local. "I'll be good, I swear it."

"I apologize, master," Meredith said in return. "And I apologize for the behavior of this slut. I will punish her later."

"That will not be necessary," the prince said. "A week without my attention will be punishment enough."

Victoria wailed and pleaded, but the monk who had restrained her forced her back to her original position. In a moment she was silent, and had resumed her hypnotic massage of the demon's leg. Meredith assumed her position at the demon's right hand, and stood silent.

"Now, where were we?"

"I cannot help you," I said. "I know nothing of the Orders or their plans."

"So, should I question your friends?" the demon asked. "Would you like to watch me torture them? I might even take the female, though she is a little athletic for my taste. I know you sampled Meredith's talents. Did you fuck the she-knight as well?"

"No, he did not," Meredith said. "Though I imagine he would have liked to. He has quite the appetite. You should have seen the way he looked at me, before my ascension."

"Really?" the prince said, tilting his head to look up at her. He reached up and took one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped and giggled, her thighs rubbing together as her knees weakened. "I'm sure you were a wonderful sight for a luckless squire. You weren't his first, were you?"

"I might as well have been," Meredith replied. "He could not withstand three seconds in my mouth."

"A shame he could not have had you," the prince said, looking back at me. "To have one's last time with a woman be so disappointing. A pity."

"You cannot get away with this," I said. "The Orders will catch up with you eventually. There is an army of soldiers searching this city right now, investigating the disappearances of the people you've killed."

"Perhaps someone will come to this temple, asking if anyone has come to our monks to confess their crimes," the prince said. "But it is unlikely. And I will not be here very much longer, thanks to young Meredith here."

"You cannot take her," I shouted. "She is a member of the Starlight Tower. They will come looking for her, if I cannot save her myself."

The prince waived his left hand in my direction, and a sharp pain exploded in my ribcage. Someone had struck my side, and I felt to the ground, moaning like a simple idiot. I could not take breath into my lungs, and I sharp crack led me to believe one of my ribs had broken. A shrill laugh filled the room, the sound of the demon.

"You will do nothing," the demon said. "Ladies, if you please. I feel a terrible urge, and I believe I need your assistance, lest it overtake me."

"Leave her alone," I gasped. I tried to push myself back up, but another blow to my back rendered me incapable.

"Attend closely, young Quentin," the demon said, standing. Victoria was thrown off but the two women rushed to him and, kneeling, wrapped their arms around his legs. His soft member hung halfway down his thigh, swaying back and forth.

Four hands rushed up the length of his legs to his cock, and took it firmly in hand. It was just long enough to accommodate their palms, and they moved his foreskin back and forth in unison. I could see it growing, quicker than natural, and in a few moments it was bulging and veined, jutting out in front of him, longer than Ballard's, much longer than mine under the influence of the Starlight potion.

"I hear your brothers have a habit of naming their cocks," the demon said. "I need to bestow no such honorifics upon my manhood. Simply behold my power, and despair."

"Master, please let me have it," Victoria said. "I know I've been very bad, but I need to feel you. I will take a month without your touch if I can have it now, just for a moment."

The prince ran a hand through her long hair, and smiled down at her.

"I can see you are dedicated to me, and meant no harm," he said. His fingers twisted up her locks and pulled her close to the root of his shaft. "Show me how dedicated you really are."

Her full lips met his skin, and she let out an ecstatic breath. She worked her hands, and took one of his large stones in her mouth.

"What are you waiting for?" he said to Meredith. She smiled and, flashing her possessed eyes at me for a second that might have only existed in my head, took the prince's head in her open mouth.

"Please don't," I said, unable to bring myself to look. The room grew cold, and the stones hardened beneath my broken body.

Sometime later – moments? minutes? – I opened my eyes and saw that almost nothing had changed. The Victoria and Meredith, unrecognizable in her lust, worked the demon's member with their mouths and hands, barely able to reign in all of his length. The rod was wet with spit, and they worked in tandem to give him long strokes with a hand each. Victoria took his sack into her mouth, running her tongue along the lines and creases between his balls, and Meredith continued to suck him, taking inch after in of him down her throat. She could not manage much; he was as thick as her wrist, and his hardness was unforgiving. But she continued, opening herself to him, and she took his head and several inches of his shaft. I heard her coughing, gagging, but she continued, staring up at his towering form as she pleasured him. The waterfall of Victoria's red hair was still wrapped around his fingers, and he used his grasp and immense strength to pull her to her feet. She was nearly suspended in the air, standing barely on the tips of her toes, her small feet stretching to make contact with the ground beneath.

"Let her sit on your face," the prince growled into her ear. "Please my woman, and you shall be pleased in return.

Without removing herself from the prince's cock, Meredith lifted a leg and allowed Victoria to slide underneath her. The sorceress kneeled on the redhead's face, her buttocks nearly swallowing her head so that only a full-breasted, thick-thighed could be seen jetting out from beneath.

"Lick my cunt, you foul slut," Meredith shouted as Victoria went to work, her head moving slightly. I could imagine her tongue pushing into Meredith's cunt, as mine had only a few days ago, tickling the tender spot that sent her over the edge so easily. They continued for minutes until the prince took her head in both hands, his fingers disappearing into her blond hair.

"She is wonderful," Meredith said. "You have given me such a wonderful gift!"

"Your gift is yet to come, wench," said the demon, and he pulled Meredith away from his member. He flexed the muscles of his cock and it bobbed in the air, as if pulled by an invisible string. Meredith took one of her oversized tits in each hand and squeezed as Victoria tongued her, the pale flesh of her breasts spilling out between her spread fingers. She tried to catch him with her mouth, but failed, his engorged tip darting upward each time her mouth tried to close on it. Victoria squirmed, using a free hand to rub herself while the other grabbed the flesh of Meredith's ass.

"Please, give it to me," Meredith said, desperate, her head weaving in the air. "I would never presume to command you, but I must have your seed."

"Then you shall have it," the prince said, his square face soft with pleasure. Meredith rose to her feet, leaving Victoria masturbating on the hard ground, rolling to and fro on her back. She was close, it seemed, to bringing upon her own release, and Meredith and the demon watched her for a moment as she breathed deep and gave a throaty grunt.

Victoria remained on the ground and Meredith climbed over her, resting on her hands and knees, her ass facing the prince. She kissed the redhead, who threw her arms around Meredith's shoulders and neck. Stroking his massive organ, the demon considered the sight before him, and slapped Meredith's cheek with his open palm. She cried out, but not in pain.

"Punish me, my lord," Meredith said. "Harder. Harder!"

He spanked her again and again, and she wailed between deep kisses with Victoria. She moved back and forth, bringing her ass closer and further away from the demon, responding to his quick strikes. He stayed her hips with one hand and took his shaft in the other. For a second he felt Meredith between her legs, and she looked up, expectant. I could not quite meet her eyes; she seemed beyond reason now, looking into another world. In one quick motion he drove himself into her, and her body seized, split by his girth.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Meredith shouted with each thrust, her high voice broken by more shark squeaks. Her tits bounced, hovering over Victoria's open mouth. She took one of the pink nipples between her lips and sucked, reaching back and spreading Meredith's ass with her hands. The demon thrust into her with incomparable power, somehow withdrawing himself almost entirely and pushing himself completely into her with strokes too fast to count. The defined muscles of his abdomen flexed as he fucked her, tightening and releasing as he pounded away. From Meredith's mouth came a continual wail, punctuated by the sound of her skin slapping against his, the flesh of her rear rippling as he filled her to his hilt. She collapsed onto Victoria, her body contorting like a beating heart, and the prince did not withdraw. A darkness emitted from the beast, obscuring the light of the torches and lanterns, and he dug his hands into the smooth mounds of her rump. I could see the root of his member pulsing, his sack tightening, and I knew he was filling her with his seed. He stared up to the ceiling and let out an otherworldly roar.

"Thank you," Meredith whispered, rubbing her body on Victoria's. "It's so wonderful. So wonderful."

"Get off," demon said, withdrawing his length from her and pushing her to the side. Meredith tumbled onto her back, her chest swelling with deep breaths, her round breasts heaving and pointing straight into the air. Her new body was firm, unyielding.

The prince's cock was still straight and hard, glistening with Meredith's juices, dripping with his own liquids. He placed a hand on the small of Victoria's back and lifted her up, entering her as she lay on the ground, panting. It appeared he had another orgasm within him, and he took the second woman with the same speed and vigor. Her soft breasts, entirely unlike Meredith's false body, bounced and flopped in time with his fucking, and she took one of her own pale nipples in each hand, giving them hard twists and pulls.

"That's it, my love," she said, gyrating her hips to stimulate him further. "Fill me like you filled her."

The prince leaned over her, and for a moment it appeared that they were making love like a normal couple, the woman on her back, the man over her, her legs wrapped around him in a loving embrace. He moved in and out of her, eyes on her eyes, and came soon after.

"Ooo, my lord," Victoria cooed. "Pump your hot seed into my cunt."

The demon looked up to me and flashed me his red eyes. What could it mean? His eyes had remained unchanged when he finished in Meredith. Was his lust sated? Would now be the time to strike? I could not wait to find out.

The monks seemed transfixed with the spectacle before them, and I sprung to my feet, legs aching with every minute movement. A rage filled me; Meredith lay on her back a few feet from the copulating couple, oblivious to what was going on. She was under his spell, entirely. I broke up Victoria and the demon and wrestled him onto his back. He struck one my by bruises with a closed fist, and though the pain blinded me I was able to pin his midsection down with the weight of my pelvis, and take his head in my hands. A burst of strength filled my limbs and I snapped the creature's neck, producing a sickening crack that at once ceased his struggle against my hold. The prince's arms fell to the ground, and his legs stopped kicking, and his mouth hung open, tongue lolling from his unnaturally spun head. I fell off of him, rolling onto my back, between his corpse and Meredith's still form.

A great sound filled the room, a draconic, hellish cacophony, and there was silence once again. It was the demon leaving the body, leaving the room. I knew that, even though I had destroyed his corporeal host, the spirit still haunted this realm, perhaps looking for another body to inhabit, perhaps looking for a way home. I would need to drive my dagger through his heart to banish him entirely, but without it, there was little I could do. The body lay still though, and the dark aura in the room dissipated, revealing the light it had hidden. I could not know for sure, but for the moment, the creature had lost his influence.

A few of the monks fell to the ground while others, clearly confused, began to shout commands at each other. One of them approached me to pull me to my feet, but I pushed myself away to Meredith, who had fallen into what I hoped was a deep sleep. I covered her body with mine, protecting her from the monks who approached.

"Away with you," I shouted at the closest one. "I will kill you next, I swear it."

The monk took down his hood and I saw a face, plain and clean-shaven. He looked emaciated and exhausted, his cheeks gaunt, his skin yellowed.

"My son," the man coughed, his voice dry. "Please. It is me. Not the beast."

"Who are you?" I shouted. "Why are you doing this?"

"We are not doing anything," said another voice, one of the other monks surrounding myself and the sorceress. "Please, let us help you."

"Help me how?" I asked. "You did this. You aided that vile creature."

"No longer," he said. "You have done what we could not. A brother of the Order of the Sacred Sword indeed."

"Release my friends immediately," I said, voice heaving with pain.

"As you wish," said the monk. He smiled, revealing stained teeth. "Just let us help you. You have done our brotherhood a great service."

"And you have done a great disservice," I replied. "To yourselves, to these women. To the realm."

"I assure you," the monk said. "We stand ready to answer for our crimes."

"You will," I said, looking down at Meredith's face. I could feel her heart beating beneath the breasts the potion gave her, the strange mutation that might never fade. "Have no doubt."