Shilana's Trial

"Go fuck yourself," I hissed between burst lips. None of the males raping me had been especially gentle, but some seemed to take even more pleasure of causing me to bleed in numerous places, but the priestesses were quick to mend any serious damage, for whatever twisted reasons.

"I couldn't help but notice you looking at my tattoos," Hael'quira continued, as if I hadn't said anything at all. Seductively swaying her hips, she slowly turned around, proudly displaying her back to me. It wasn't a spider hugging her from behind, instead, done in a slightly lighter shade of black, I could make out the rear view of a curvy female, eight long, sleek spider legs going around to the front. And I noticed something else, a sleek, wetly glistening image of a thick penis disappearing into the crevice of Hael'quira's butt.

"They say those with copper hair are blessed by our Queen, destined to become Handmaidens once our time here is has come and gone," Hael'quira said, again facing me, her finger languidly caressing along one of the spider legs reaching for her mound. "So, in preparation for this day, I had this made on my body, to honor my Queen, just after a Handmaiden had fucked me raw on my Graduation Day."

"That's a moving story, now go away and die," I hissed, licking my own blood off my lips. The bitter, metallic taste helped me focus. I really wished I had paid more heed to my instructors when they tried to teach me the value of gestureless spell casting. But I was far too busy being the High Speaker's daughter to bother with such trivialities as battle magics, what with Papa's prized Centurions around. What a fool I had been!

"You are a naughty little girl. Has anyone told you that, Shilana Elbharyl?"

I spat a gob of bloody saliva at her feet. Snarling, the drow priestess waved a male over and bent low, taking something from the pile of silk at her feet and slipping if over her fingertip. A dark elven warrior appeared in my field of view.

"You have called, milady?" he simpered, grinning widely at me and suggestively caressing a bulge under his kilt.

Hael'quira grinned. "Yes. Strip. I will need your services in disciplining this prisoner here."

In a flash, the male was naked. I rolled my eyes. "Just another male fucking me? Please, I had three at once already," I scoffed, trying to hide my shattered, nearly lifeless soul behind a façade of ice.

Hael'quira smiled crookedly. "Oh, he's not for you, sweetling, he's for me."

She went to her knees in front of him. With a sensuous moan, she slurped his rampant erection between her lips, caressing his balls and ass while noisily sucking him off. He groaned, digging his hands into her crimson hair while happily fucking her mouth. The priestess chuckled, then her hands spread his ass cheeks. An errant flicker of light reflected off her fingertip, covered by something sharp, wet and metallic, before she rammed it into his rectum, causing him to toss his head back while his cock pulsed and pumped filthy drow cum into her mouth. Suddenly he froze in mid-thrust, gasping for breath, obviously paralyzed. With a lusty sigh, Hael'quira straightened up, casually ramming her sacrificial blade into his tensed-up chest. Crunching noisily, his ribs broke as the outer pieces of the blade unfolded and she yanked forth his feebly twitching heart. With an evil grin, she licked the dripping flesh and tossed it into a nearby brazier, chanting elaborate syllables, her hands streaming vile energies, red and black trails of magic distorting the air they passed through.

And suddenly I beheld her, all sleek curves, black skin and fiery red hair. The clicking spider legs reaching over her shoulders were a dead giveaway. I was facing one of the dreaded Handmaidens, rumoured to be the Chaos Queen's personal retinue.

"That wasssss deliciousssssssly wicked, Hael'quira of House Quor'zel. What issssss your wisssssssh?" the horrifyingly beautiful demon woman hissed, copper tresses whipping around her head as if buffeted by unseen winds.

"I'm thinking of bestowing the Queen's Favor upon this... specimen here," Hael'quira beamed, caressing her pussy with the smooth pommel of her dripping dagger. Her eyes never left mine though.

"That pleasessssssss ussssss," the demon hissed, the spider legs undulating sensuously.

"Al right, Shilana, watch, this will be just for you," Hael'quira whispered before pressing her lips to mine.

I retched feebly at the taste of blood and sperm, and I had to fight to keep breathing as the drow priestess knelt in front of the demon woman, heatedly kissing down her stomach, until she buried her face between the demon's thighs and began to slurp lewdly. To my surprise, Hael'quira's head slowly moved backwards, until I could see why. The demon woman was growing a long, slick penis where her labia and clit had been, the organ already shockingly long and wide. With a triumphant grin, Hael'quira turned to me, her hands, almost unable to contain that throbbing pole, busy pumping the thick shaft until clear goo dripped from its tip.

"Here's how it goes. The Queen's Favor will turn your body into an eager receptacle for dark elven seed, ready to conceive for a few hours. And I will use this time to the fullest, I'll promise you. In the end, you'll have no choice but to whelp a hideous, disgusting half-breed, reminding you forever of this very special night. So, shall we proceed?"

I was too stunned to think, hardly registered that the Handmaiden was no longer in sight. But then I felt her hands on my hips, her spider limbs clasping my thighs and waist, and her broad tip pressing at my ravaged opening. I held my breath, braced myself for the pain, but there was none. She was more than slick enough for us both. Her monstrous cock pushed inside me, too long and much too thick, giving me no quarter as she carved a hot path deep into my body, warmth blossoming where she joined with me, healing energies surging up through my body. Her wide tip pressed to the furthest reaches inside me, then pulled back, scraping along my stretched walls before pushing back in. And still it didn't hurt. It was worse. It felt incredible.

Hael'quira changed, her lower body taking on the form of a virile male, balls heavy with millions of unborn, filthy dark elves, all ready to erupt into my helplessly bound body. The Handmaiden's spider legs gripped my torso almost tenderly as she ploughed me from behind, fucking me with her immense, hot length. Her cock slashed in and out of me again and again, raping me, and I loved it. I groaned and grunted, grit my teeth and screamed. She throbbed and swelled before drenching my ravaged femininity in an ungodly flood of hot liquid and healing warmth that settled low in my body, making me ripe and ready.

She took me again for her own enjoyment, and still there was no pain. Worse, there was just more pleasure. Undeniable, horrific pleasure. Not contented with one hole, she took the other. Her enormous cock filled and fucked my ass until I was raw, but I wanted more. Vile liquid heat surged inside me, flooded my bowels, and she withdrew with a loud and vulgar slurp. The sound of her demonic seed splashing to the ground churned my stomach, and tightened things low inside me. And then it was Hael'quira's turn, stretching my soaked womanhood and fucking me savagely, horribly, endlessly and so gods-be-damned thoroughly, cock throbbing and swelling by the moment, primed to deliver upon her threat, to spill her virile seed inside my wanton heat. And the more I struggled - not to get free, but to feel more, to seek greater heights of pleasure - the tighter the bonds became, until I found it hard to even breathe...

"Shilana."

I shot awake. My cover had wrapped itself too tightly around my profusely sweating body. But instead of the gloating eyes of Hael'quira as she blasted viscous glob after viscous glob of drow cum on my face, I looked into Leo's, concern and something... strange warring in them.

"You've been dreaming again," he stated the obvious, "And going by all the tossing and turning you've done, it wasn't pretty,"

I felt like someone had dropped an ox cart on me, draft animals and all. I opened and closed my mouth a few times, at a loss for words. There were so many things I wanted to say and ask, like why was he in my tent, almost naked? How could I tell him about the dream? How could I even start to explain what the dark elves had truly done to me? How could he ever, ever see me as anything but a filthy whore, should I ever muster the courage to even hint at what had happened? How the blasted Queen's Favor had made me a little, willing cum slut? Gods above, how I had begged Hael'quira to take me again and again until I was a seed-encrusted, blood-stained mess on the floor, where she had fucked me beside the freshly killed drow male. How could I explain to Leo that she'd cut me down from the pillars, that I'd clung to her with arms and legs as she drilled me impossibly deep and filled me with her release over and over?

It was impossible. I just couldn't. The shame flooded my cheeks and I buried my face into the cushion, teetering on the edge of tears.

But all my worries, all my doubts were simply snuffed out when Leo gently disentangled my covers, threw them wide and pressed his wonderfully firm, warm, living body against my trembling shell. He held me as the dam broke, he held me while I cried silently, my tears drenching us both, and long after. He held me safe until the scent of roasted bacon announced that at least for the others, a new, bright day was dawning. And I hoped I could bury the past deep enough again.

If only it would stay there.

* * * *

When I left the tent, Tear and Arach were already collapsing theirs, tenderly talking to each other, while Zentam sat cross-legged next to the almost-dead fire, tunelessly whistling while roasting bread and bacon over the embers. I briskly crossed the clearing and bent over the little brook bubbling merrily over its bed of smooth, polished stones. I was utterly drained, not even the magic of my bedroll powerful enough to chase my demons away. But despite my fatigue, I looked the same as ever, blazing green eyes, unruly mane of auburn tresses, just the tips of my ears showing through the constantly shifting hair. My delicate elven features barely showed a hint of my true emotions, only the merest shadow under my eyes was a reminder that I was too afraid to really let go in Leo's arms and try to find some sleep, cuddled against the bulwark of his chest. Snarling, I shattered my mirror image, dipping both hands into the stream and splashing soothing, cool water into my face. Taking a deep breath, I finished cleaning up and returned to the others. Arach and Leo were busy bringing down the second tent while Tear was getting into her armor, a softly hissing chain shirt made from the finest mithral links.

"So, what's our plan for today?" I asked, sitting down next to Zentam and fishing for a slice of bread.

"Hopefully we can reach Valcrest before nightfall, then it's only two more days until we're in Miller's Crossing, where the Medusa is said to lair," Leo explained.

"Wonderful. I could do with a bed and a nice bath," Tear sighed, brushing some errant hair out of her face.

"We've been out of Storm Harbour for what, three days? Are you getting soft already?" I challenged her.

A moment later Tear was on me, her arms wrapped around my neck, her lips brushing my cheek. I could practically feel her grin as she whispered, "Shi, I'm a decadent, lusty dark elf. Sex in a bed is so much better than tossing around on the forest floor, where pebbles and branches have a habit of poking sensitive places all too often. And I am soft indeed, see?" With that, her lips gently brushed my cheek. I gulped air into my mouth, trying to force it past the huge lump in my throat.

For one bizarre moment, I was again lying on the wet, sticky floor of the Hall Of Speakers, Hael'quira writhing on top of me, and all I could do was moan helplessly as she speared her magically grown pole into my aching pussy, my body completely betraying me, welcoming that hermaphroditic abomination. Her mouth pressed on mine, kissing, obscenely gentle while she hammered herself into me. Her eyes glowed in a pulsating red and her voice sounded like a chorus of lost souls, each sigh, groan and maniacal little chuckle amplified through another, silky voice that set my hairs on end. And then I felt it, her throbbing member erupting in a hot fountain of unholy seed, spraying deep into my violated center.

"See, I can be soft and pleasant. All you have to do is spread your legs for me. I really wish I could take you with us, to be my very own fuck toy," Hael'quira gasped as she pulled out of me. "But Mother has decreed that you are to deliver our message to your cursed kin here. Will you do that for us, Shilana, sweetling?"

I nodded helplessly, my face pressed into soft fabric.

"Really?" I heard someone ask in surprise. Blinking the tears -- when did I start crying? - from my eyes, I looked up, straight into Arach's sympathetic amber eyes. I realized that it was her who held me, with Tear kneeling behind her, worry and compassion on her expressive face. Only then I realized she was speaking Drow, a language I had studied long and hard to master. You needed to be able to understand your enemies, after all.

"What did you ask just now?" I snapped at her. It was so much easier to keep my distance. I didn't want to open this particular can of worms any farther than it had already, and I was afraid they would tell Leo.

"I just wanted to know if it was fine if I held you until you were done. The things you said just now were... unsettling. Let's talk when we're in Valcrest, just you, Tear and I, all right?" she offered. "And if I may say so, your command of our language is commendable." The little minx even grinned at me!

"Maybe. If I'm in the mood," I hissed, frantically looking around if Leo or Zentam had witnessed me losing it. Of course, after all, it was only the five of us here. But there was no judgement in his eyes. So, maybe me speaking in tongues had saved me from the worst embarrassment. Wiping the last errant tear away, I rose. Arach looked a little shirty at my brusque behaviour. Usually, I couldn't have cared less, but I felt rather diplomatic, so I bent down, mustering all my willpower, and brushed a lock of hair from her face. "Maybe," I repeated. For some reason, her sudden smile almost hurt.

"But don't you get any funny ideas, child," I snapped, retrieving my backpack which someone was kind enough to set down nearby.

"I told ya she's gonna be fine," Zentam told Leo, unnecessarily.

* * * *

After trotting through the forest for most of the day, we eventually reached Valcrest, a small walled city along the land trade route which connected Storm Harbour with the rest of the Western Continent. When I had reached this particular end of the continent in my mad quest to kill every dark elf I could find almost a century ago, Valcrest was little more than an inn sitting at a crossroads with a blacksmith who shod draft animals and made crude repairs to broken-down wagons. But soon afterwards, a wealthy adventurer chose this particular spot to settle down, turning the area around Valcrest into a haven of civilization in an otherwise wild and untamed region. With security came trade, and soon the little patch of dirt had changed into the small, wealthy settlement we saw before us.

"It's not Storm Harbour, but it'll do," Zentam grinned.

"The Bored Basilisk is one of the finest watering holes this side of the mountains," I said.

"You certainly know your way around good drink," the dwarf grinned and petted my butt fondly.

I arched an eyebrow at him. "Are you trying to lay me, fuzzy face?"

His grin turned vicious at the insult. "Only if I want ter fall asleep in the middle of it. Everybody knows that elves are frigid."

A chorus of complaints answered him. Arach and Tear peppered him with barbed jests and bawdy suggestions, what they would do with him when they would catch him in the bath.

"My, he's suddenly become quite the ladies magnet," I giggled at Leo, slipping my arm into the nook of his elbow.

"No wonder. They say dwarves are made from one third iron, one third fire and one third hot air," Leo chuckled back.

"I heard that, paladin. Just you wait. Maybe next time there will be no heroic Zentam at yer back when a dragon tries to chomp ya," Zentam snarled, but even through his mighty beard, we could easily see his broad grin."

"Then it is doubly fortuitous that Shilana has decided to come with us, to pick up your slack," Leo teased, his arm going around my shoulders and squeezing me against him.

I looked up at him in wonder. This levity, it was so unlike the Leo I knew, but I found it fitted him so much better than his usual stern, always unflappable demeanour. Sure, he had surprised me with the occasional non sequitur or off remark during long night watches, but I never thought my friend had this much acidic humour in him. No, I didn't mind that one bit. Travelling with Leo, Arach, Tear and Zentam was just plain, stupid fun. The dark elves made it awfully hard for me to keep my preconceptions about their kin intact. Even when trading stings with our gruff warrior, they never showed the malice I used to associate with their hated kin. They seemed to be gentle, caring souls, even treating me with courtesy and an open smile when I was snarling at them. I really hated to admit it, if they were elves or even humans, I gladly would have counted them among my friends.

The Bored Basilisk was much as I remembered it, a long, three-story house, the upper two floors timber-framed, the roof tiled with scarlet shingles that were hard to miss, even across town. When we entered the taproom, it was bursting with activity, many of the tables were crowded, serving maids were bustling from the long, hardwood bar to patrons all over the room, and the smell of some meat or other roasting on the huge spit behind the bar made my stomach rumble, if in protest or appreciation I could not say. Everywhere I looked, it was softly buffed dark wood, comfortable benches and smiling faces. On a small stage, crammed in the curve of the stairwell going up to the second floor, I spotted a happily grinning fellow, strumming his lute and singing. He was an elf like me, his hair silver like spun moonlight, his skin even paler than mine. He proudly wore a Bard's mantle over simple leathers, a cloak made from dozens of colorful, often clashing fabric pieces, all stitched together to form a map of all the places he had visited. I couldn't help but grin. Even after nearly a century, Davec stayed in this place, posing as a simple ministrel. Our eyes met. His were of an eerie purple, and he had almost a dozen tales why they were that way.

"You coming?" Arach asked, tugging at my hand, trying to pull me to a booth that just had emptied. I let her drag me along, sliding onto the U-shaped bench that formed the booth. Suddenly I found myself sitting between Arach and Leo, the graceful drow girl grinning playfully as she leaned into me. Zentam and Tear flopped down on the other side of the table, and before I could even ask Arach why she was grinning like an idiot, a beaming, buxom, blonde serving maid was leaning over the table, devouring Leo with hungry eyes.

"Hey there, what can I get y'all?' she purred, making sure to flaunt her ample cleavage. I rolled my eyes at Arach who grinned even fiercer and pretended to be swooning. Everybody at the table snickered, much to the serving maid's chagrin.

"Wonderful, y'all had yer laugh on me, now what is it ya want?" she snapped. Tear ordered food and drink for everyone and the maid stormed off.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself. A few moments more and she would have started to drool all over the place," Arach laughed, trying to defend herself.