The Threadbinders Ch. 04

"It does," Yasha said. "Especially the smooth tunnels. You should know that sign as well, beloved, even if we haven't seen one of these in a long time."

"You think?" Arkady asked his wife. "This isn't their typical environment. They typically prefer much more damp climates. This sort of arid climate is rather unlike them."

"We did find a large series of blue crystal cages upon exploration, but it seemed like some of them had been broken open, as they were all empty," the warden told them.

"Were the prisoners unattended in the tunnels at any point?"

The warden nodded. "Our first victim, we think, might have been engaging in a jail break of some kind, as one of the guards at the expansion area was knocked unconscious. He's been reprimanded for his error, naturally."

"Blue crystal?" Sophia asked.

"Are you familiar with gernosh crystal?" Arkady asked her. "I don't see why you would be, but with you, it wouldn't surprise me."

"Isn't that used for keeping food fresh for long travels?"

Arkady smiled a little bit, cocking his head to one side. "I've never heard of it being used for such purposes, but I suppose it could function as food locker. It's a bit like using a griffon to hunt sparrows, however. Typically gernosh crystal is used to put living creatures into a sort of temporal limbo, where their body does not age. It can be used to secure someone in dangerous medical conditions for transportation to medical assistance or to keep troublesome creatures in stasis for relocation. It's a bit rare these days, but the crystal used to be very common place."

"So common, in fact, that in long ago years, they were used to keep zoos and collections by the very wealthy," Yasha said.

The warden groaned. "You mean, the sort of wealth that might've had a castle, much like this one we've taken over. Our escapee broke open someone's ancient zoo, and the creatures are angry and eating my inmates."

"Angry is unlikely. Confused and hungry is much more in line," Yasha said. "We know what this is, and my husband should be able to subdue the creature until you can signal for it to be picked up and relocated."

"What is it?" the warden said.

"The creature is known as a weelay, although they've had loads of names over the years," Arkady said. "We will handle and contain the creature for you, and give you instructions on how to keep it secure until someone can come by and bring the creature to better climates where it won't be as dangerous to thinking creatures. We would transport it away ourselves, but we aren't headed that direction, and I imagine your next influx of prisoners can stand to transport one outward."

"Thank you, Binders," the warden said, bowing a little. "How might we offer payment for your services?"

"Is it true there is some of the phonshux crystal loose?" Yasha asked. "We would ask for three pieces of that, none larger than my thumb, but not smaller than my thumbnail." She held her hand up for the warden to judge.

He nodded. "It is... extremely uncommon for us to allow phonshux crystal to leave the premises, but you aren't asking for crystals of a size large enough to do any serious work or damage with, so if it means we don't lose any more prisoners, then I will agree to that trade."

"Excellent," Arkady said. "Then you should take us down to the tunnels."

"Now?" the warden asked.

"No need to wait," the dwarf said, dusting his hands off. "I would rather handle this and be done with it than losing too much time. Also, I do not think you would like to lose another prisoner or guard, either of which is a possibility. This creature is going to need to feed regularly, so be prepared to sacrifice a large creature to it once every couple of days if you need be."

The warden led them out of the morgue and down a hallway before taking a turn into a more undeveloped part of the prison, a larger room that it was clear they had opened recently, with five cylindrical daises, bits of gernosh crystal on the ground. There was also a smooth circular tunnel leading out through one of the walls, like an organic borehole, heading deeper into the mountain.

"Mmm..." Arkady said. "You're right, my dear. This does seem like it might have been a sort of trophy room, although keeping a weelay alive, even imprisoned in gernosh crystal, seems like it's only inviting disaster." He turned to look at the warden. "You can leave us now. I would rather not put you at risk while we do this."

"Are you unable to protect me?" the warden asked.

"I could, yes, but if it turns out that I have to defend myself from both you and it, I'm likely to have problems with one or the other," Arkady humbly admitted. "I would rather not risk it."

The warden frowned, the nodded. "Then I will leave you to it." He turned and walked back and out of the room, the two guards closing the doors behind him, remaining on the outside.

"Ladies, if you would be so kind as to cover your eyes," Arkady said. "I do not want either of you risking your health either."

"Of course, my love," Yasha said, reaching into a pocket to pull out a blindfold, wrapping it around her head, covering her eyes completely.

"You're sure this is necessary?" Sophia asked him.

He smiled softly. "I wish that it was not, but it is."

"Then I trust you." She reached into her own pocket, pulling out a blindfold that he suspected she had used during her blade throwing days in the circus, shifting the tie a little to pull it over her eyes. He'd often suspected that the fabric was a little thinner in some parts for some knife throwers, so he was glad to see she was making sure her vision was completely obstructed. "Now what?"

"Now we wait," Arkady said. "Although perhaps I can hurry it along a little bit." He dug into his own pocket and pulled out a small dwarven musical instrument called an arclave, a sort of flute with some reeds in it to let him play multitone notes, each blow into it creating full chords rather than individual notes. The dwarf wasn't playing any specific tune, but just sort of jamming on his own, knowing that the unusual sounds would draw the weelay to them.

A few minutes later, he could hear the sound at the edge of the borehole, so he tucked his arclave away and turned his eyes towards the tunnel entrance.

There standing at the edge of it was a form he'd seen before. It was an elvish woman, completely nude, with tan skin and silver eyes, her plump tits on firm display, her black hair swept back over her pointed ears, waterfalling down her back. She was beautiful, almost unbearably so, her form curved and inviting in all the most perfect ways.

"Hello there," Arkady said, both Sophia and Yasha remaining quiet and still. "Shall we?" he said to the vision of sexuality that was slowly approaching him.

In his mind, Arkady knew that this wasn't the weelay's true form. He knew especially since he'd seen this form dozens, if not hundreds, of times when he was in training to become a Threadbinder. Lust magics were dangerous, chaotic, difficult to control and maintain, and there was always a risk that one could find themselves under the influence of their own magics accidentally.

So trainee Threadbinders were introduced to something his instructor had called a togabbit, which was actually a shortening of 'too good to be true.' Beyond any sentient being's control, there existed that person's ideal sexual partner, a vision of what, exactly, the most attractive being from a physical perspective.

That was a togabbit.

A weelay was a creature that lured in prey by tampering with their visual cortex, projecting their personal togabbit to them, overflowing them with pheromones and lust, shattering their ability to think clearly. But Threadbinders learned how to manage that, even as the creature approached him.

He knew what lay behind the illusion, and how unappealing it would be, but if he allowed his sight to pierce it, the creature would turn and flee from him, which was exactly what he did not need. He needed his excitement and attraction to feel genuine.

The weelay moved closer and closer to him, swaying its body to shake its hips alluringly, one hand reaching up to cup one of her breasts, pinching the nipple to make it stiffen in response, those silver eyes trying to lure him in even more as it was nearly on top of him.

It was good that Yasha had recognized the description of the victims because there was little chance Arkady would've considered the possibility, based on the desert locale.

The form of the woman reached his body, and slowly pushed one of her hands down the front of his trousers, wrapping her fingertips around his cock, stroking it slowly beneath the fabric, as he smiled a little. By this point, the prey would normally be completely submissive, drinking from the prey's lust until they were exhausted, and they could drink their fluids.

The weelay would have no such luck with him.

He could feel the impression of fingers tugging on his prick, and the weelay, seemingly frustrated that it wasn't placating him, dropped down and yanked his trousers downward, exposing his thick dwarven cock, as he could feel the impression of a mouth wrapping around his shaft, the illusion of the elvish woman starting to bob her head upon his dick, the illusion slipping just a little as he could feel the sensation of multiple tongues against his shaft.

That's when things went south for the weelay.

Arkady cocked his hand to one side, and suddenly the channel of lust was unleashed, as the weelay began to panick a little, trying to decide whether to double down and ride through it or to pull away and run, so Arkady's other hand reached down and grabbed onto whatever he found there, pushing the illusion of the elvish woman's face harder onto his cock, holding it there.

The problem weelays had in feeding on Threadbinders was that there was no bottom to the lust that ran through them, and so once Arkady had opened the floodgates, the amount of lust was simply drowning the weelay in sensations it had no way to stay afloat over.

A moment or so later, the weelay experienced its first orgasm from anything other than its own kind and slumped back onto the floor, completely unconscious, as the illusion faded and the weelay's true form was revealed.

Weelays were humanoid in that they were bipedal, but instead of arms, they had six prehensile tentacles emerging from their back. Their heads were more fishlike than having traditional features, and their bodies were covered in a layer of scales, except for the tentacles, the undersides of which were covered in endless fine hairs that the weelay could use in place of fingers.

"It's safe to unveil your eyes now," he told the ladies, as both Yasha and Sophia uncovered their eyes. "This is quite the senior species. I imagine it went into shock when it realized how long it had been in stasis."

"Are they capable of judging time?" Sophia said.

He tapped his head with a single digit. "They're all part of a telepathic hive mind, but I imagine that mind has changed more than a little over the millennium."

"You've still got quite the weapon there," his newest partner said to him. "Did it leave you all worked up with no release?" She slyly padded over his direction before slowly closing her fingertips around his thick cock. "Let me wash it off then dirty it back up again." She had a pouch of water in her satchel, took it out and poured it over his shaft, cleansing it of a bit of slime that was lingering on his cock before she winked at him. "Just stand there and let me handle it."

Arkady smirked a little bit, arching an eyebrow as Sophia spun around, turning her back to him before pulling her breeches down to her knees, scooting back until she could feel the head of his cock pressed against one of her asscheeks.

She tossed her head back and glanced over her shoulder at him. "Alright, just one bit of help then. Get us in line."

He reached down and pushed his cock down and to the right until the thick head of his cock lined up against her human snatch. She leaned back as soon as she felt it, sliding herself up and onto his dick, as she groaned eagerly.

Yasha grinned, moving over towards them, her hands reaching down to grab Sophia's shoulders, pushing and pulling her as she leaned over her, her tall form giving her space to lean in and kiss her husband. "She's quite the little eager minx, isn't she, love?"

"That she is."

"So give it to her then. We've work to do."

"Are you rushing me, love?" he teased her.

"Not at all," she purred back, before leaning to whisper into his large ears. "I just like hearing her cum."

He'd been bucking his hips against Sophia's ass, bouncing her on his cock, the difference in their heights letting him really put some muscle into it. The rhythm was quick and rough, and before he knew it, he could feel himself spewing a hot load inside her human cunt, the blast of his semen setting her spasms off as Sophia orgasmed on cue, as if his own had set hers off.

Yasha held them both up with a wry smile. "Before you sleep tonight, Arkady, I'd better get mine," she giggled at him.

"Aye, love," he told her with a soft laugh. "Once we're skyborne. You do love it when the air's thinner."

"You old romantic," she whispered.