The Umbral Messiah Pt. 12

"Oh Dragons!"

"Mmm, don't moan their name," Sari crooned. She thrust the merc's leg up with her palm, spreading her wide as she hooked Laya's ankle over her shoulder. "Moan mine."

"I-" Laya squeaked, then cried out in wordless, shocked bliss as Sari bucked her hips, plunging her blazing hot demonic girldick into her waiting pussy. She hissed, feeling the pussy lips of the now quite willing mercenary girl bump against her knot. How had she ever been ashamed of this? How had she ever held back? The parade of gorgeous pussies she had been too cowardly to take flashed through her and she snorted, two thin streams of smoke tingling from her nose as she grinned wickedly. Her hips began to jackhammer into Laya, thrusting the girl into the ground with a wet slap slap slap of ball against buttocks.

"Ah! I...oh Dragons! I! I'm...I'm cumming!" Laya moaned out, her brown back arching as she moaned.

"Do you think I'm even close to done?" Sari hissed, grinning down at her wickedly. "Cum for me, little mercenary. Cum your little brain out." She reveled in her power, in her pleasure, reaching down to rub her two fingers against Laya's clit, rubbing and rubbing and rubbing - finding her center of pleasure without hesitation or error, despite pubic hair, despite darkness and dimness. Laya choked back a scream, her hand clapping over her mouth as her back arched and she tightened around Sari's cock. Sari laughed, then drew out of her. Her dick dripped with Laya's pussy juices as she crooned, softly.

"Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Sari...what, I-" Laya started - then yelped as Sari grabbed her hips and twirled her around. Her palms slapped against the cloth padding she had been fucked on, her knees rested on the ground, and Sari pounced over her. Her lips pressed intimately to Laya's ear, teasing her as her demonic cock plunged into Laya again - filling her to the brim and slapping knot to cuntlips as her tail slashed back and forth in the air, set to the tempo of their fucking. Laya's moans echoed off the walls - anguished pleasure ringing off cold, unfeeling stone. "Yes! Yes! Oh Sari, you're driving me insane! I'm, ah, I'm losing my fucking mind! Oh Sari! Oh Sari! Dragons above, Sariiii!" She wailed, tightening around Sari again as Sari grinned.

In the pause in Laya's moaning, Sari purred. "Wrong direction for your prayers." Her tail wrapped around Laya's belly, holding her in place as Sari reared back so she could watch the delicious interplay of muscle under dusky skin. So she could watch the gleaming strength of a swordwoman's buttocks slap and jiggle with every thrust. So she could admire the moaning sounds of a strong, powerful woman completely undone by a few minutes of fucking on her perfect cock. Sari's eyes glowed as she laughed.

"Do you want the knot, Laya? Do you want to be tied to me?" She purred.

"Yes! Oh Dragons, yes! Please fucking knot me! I need it so...fucking-" Laya cried out as Sari grabbed onto her hair, tugging her head back, so that Sari could lean over her head, looking into her desperate eyes. Laya's eyes were almost completely unfocused, her jaw hanging open, her face a mask of intoxicated lust. Sari's tongue lolled out and she leaned forward, kissing Laya over her back as she kept fucking her, a position only a contortionist demon could hold. When she drew back with a smack, Laya was practically drooling - from both sets of lips, her sex so wet that a puddle was forming under her.

"Will you do anything for me?" Sari growled.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Laya begged, tears in her eyes.

"Good," Sari purred.

She bucked once more, driving her knot into the lithe woman. They were tied together as Sari felt her first infernal orgasm overcome her. It was a dark, rich pleasure, bittersweet like chocolate unsweetened by sugar. She reveled in the taste on her tongue as she hissed out a thin streamer of glittering pink smoke from between her teeth and came. Her balls tightened and glowing orange cum painted the inside of Laya's womb, swelling her belly - glowing faintly with the brightness and heat and eagerness of her. A tiny droplet escaped around the knot as Sari groaned and then...felt herself relaxing. She slid slowly out and Laya collapsed onto her belly and her breasts, gasping heavily. Her cunt bubbled over, and warm flowing infernal cum dripped from her, a mark of her utter desbasement.

Sari crooned, softly, her tail lashing from side to side. "Ah. Yes. Yes..." She murmured.

Her voice changed pitch. "I'm so very proud of you..."

"Mmm?" Laya mumbled, her voice confused. Sari shook her head. Her cheeks darkened - and she wanted to say no that wasn't me! That was Rana. But...

Was it?

How many times had she fucked Charlotte behind her husband-to-be's back? How much had she enjoyed it? She remembered every glittering haze of raw, lustful eagerness, bubbling at the edge of her brain. She remembered losing control, in the Chanti bathhouse what felt a lifetime before. Rana had claimed that she had taken control of Sari to see her to safety...but how much of the earliest wildness been this fire in her blood? Was that why it felt so...

Good?

Sari shivered and realized her dick was hard again. Achingly hard. Watching that bright orange mark of her pleasure and skill, dripping from the well fucked pussy of a woman who had been her bitter blood enemy just a few minutes before. Despite herself, her lips began to skin backwards into a wicked smile. Softly, Sari crooned.

"Answer me some questions, my little Laya..." She reached forward, cradling both side of Laya's head from behind, her fingers teasing along her cheeks, her thumbs reaching around to press to her temples. "Tell me where your patrols are. Tell me...which of those patrols have women..." She grinned, slightly.

Laya, her eyes unfocused, mumbled answers and Sari - the part of Sari that had been very well trained to take extensive notes - took it all in. But there was another part of Sari that felt the worshipful abandonment of Laya's voice. She reveled and she enjoyed and she drank that enjoyment down, feeling it bubbling around her lips and splashing down her breasts. She had spent her whole life serving. It felt good to be on top for a change!

Laya finished and Sari felt instinct burning through her. She focused and a glowing purple light glowed around Laya's head. When she drew her hands away, she saw that Laya had been...marked. Winding, tribalistic tattoos now swept around her temples and over her brows, making almost the shape of horns. Sari lifted her hand to her forehead, and felt that sometime during the sex, she had grown two full, curling horns from her head. She brushed them, and then shivered.

Rana spoke through her. "She is yours, my Messiah. Her soul is bound to yours. She will follow your ever order."

Sari blinked.

She bit her lip. "I thought you said I'd...topple the thrones."

Her expression of unease was obliterated by Rana's quiet smirk.

"I said topple mortal thrones. You're no grasping mortal, petty and weak, my lady. You are the Umbral Messiah..."

Sari sat back, watching her first subject sleep off the warm pleasure of sex and whatever magic Sari had unleashed. Her smile flickered on her own face as she considered what Rana had to say. Then she shook her head and stood.

She had to get to work.

***

Queen Araktesh shook her head slowly as she walked through the corridors of her palace, beside Raj. The burly orcess was looking grim as she paused and kicked at one of the dead Black Walkers. "Another snapped neck," she said, quietly. "They're all like that. It's as if, while we were in prison-"

"Again," Araktesh growled.

"Quite," Raj said, softly. Her toe turned the face of the Black Walker to face her - his skin was purpling, his eyes bugling. It was as if some great force had simply grabbed and twisted his head, all before he had had a chance to draw his blade. "From what we can tell, it is as if some kind of dark wind blew through this place - and each person it touched, it killed. Well. Almost each." She gestured, and Araktesh followed her. They came to a chamber where two orcish warriors - both of them looking stunned to be reduced to the state of prisoner, then exalted back once more to warrior status within the same afternoon. Queen Araktesh could not blame them. It felt as if her life had been a mad carousel for the past two days...

The door to the room opened and Araktesh froze, her mouth opening in shock.

Within were five of the Black Walkers - an elf, a halfling, and three humans. The elf was a redhead, her skin midnight black, her eyes glowing purple. She had modest breasts and pale white nipples that provided shocking exclamations to her obsidian dark skin. Her ankles were tied behind her neck by a crude metal bar, and her sex dripped with glowing orange cum. Her forehead had bright red glowing tattoos making winding tribal patterns. The halfling was trussed up with her hands and her knees bound together so she was forced into the position of a kneeling whore, and her ass and her sex were dripping with the same bright cum. Her face was covered by a blindfold and her mouth filled with a gag, but her body wound over with the same glowing red tattoos. The three humans were a dusky skinned northerner and a pair of more pale eastlanders. The eastlanders were near twins, blond and busty, and had been tied together, their mouths pressed to one another in a lewd kiss that seemed to be on going from their pure free will, their nipples grinding together as they pressed together. When they drew back from the kiss to breathe, Araktesh saw that they were swapping glowing orange cum from one to the other with soft, eager moans. The dusky skinned girl had a full belly that she was actively stroking, her body otherwise lithe and thin, her cheeks speckled with freckles, her eyes hazy.

"We found these like this," Raj said, quietly.

"Dragons above!" Queen Araktesh said, quietly. "Who...who did this to you women?"

The northerner smiled at her. Her hand slid from her belly to her breast as she sighed softly, her voice an eager moan. "The Messiah," she moaned softly. "She took me. Claimed me. Made me see." She slid her hand down between her legs and began to openly finger herself, her eyes closing.

Queen Araktesh turned to Raj. Her voice was soft. "Secure the island. If any boat flying any flag but our own gets within ten miles, I want it burnt to the waterline. No more outsiders."

Raj nodded. "Not until this Corpse King shit blows over at least."

"Let them fight their wars. And get the shaman." Araktesh frowned, watching as the northerner kept fingering herself. "We have to find out what could do this to five women..."

Raj bowed, and set off.

***

The deepest, pitch black of night was the perfect time for One Eye's plan. She and the rest of the crew of Menelag's ship were making ready - they had painted the bumboat that the ship had left a midnight black and were working on their best stealth and occlusion spells. The Necromancer's main fleet had already sailed off towards the mainland, but they had left a ship or two still docked, with their human mercenaries cleaning up on the island. One Eye hissed happily as she watched the boat getting loaded down.

Tanner nodded, her expression grim. "So, do you think-"

A sudden wet THUMP echoed against the side of the ship. Everyone onbaord started at once - the deck was nearly black, torches and lanterns having been dimmed to avoid notice by the Necromancers. One Eye narrowed her eye, sniffing, and made a little confused groaning noise. But then an arm flung itself over the railing and, dripping wet and loaded down with a heavy sack that looked like it had been dragged through the entire ocean, Sari swung herself aboard, gasping and panting. She was dressed in only the barest amount of clothes she could scoot by on - a loin wrapping and breast band. The bag she had been carrying had been enchanted to float in the water, and she still looked exhausted, her pale skin gleaming. She slapped down on the desk, lifted her palm, and waved.

"Hey," she said, grinning slightly.

One Eye sniffed, slightly.

The rest of the crew hurried forward, Tazil and Tanner kneeling beside Sari.

"Sari, what happened!?" Tazil exclaimed. "I-"

"Whoooo are you?" Sari asked, her eyes wide as she looked at Tanner. Then her eyes widened more. Her mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. "...Tanner!?" She squeaked, then threw her arms around the altered knight. "Tanner!"

Tanner stumbled, almost falling, as Sari squeezed her tightly, then drew away as the excited babble of the ship's crew overlapped. Sari held up her hand. "Hold, hold! I...have grim news. The Corpse King...he...he took the Ninth Dragon's Reliquary. And he...he killed Charlotte." She growled that, her eyes half closing as she clenched her fist. The entire crew looked as if they had taken a blow. Tanner put her hand over her face, turning aside, slipping her arm away from Sari. Sari looked around herself and One Eye regarded her, cocking her head to the side.

Sari stepped forward, then sprang up onto the nearest crate she could. She turned to face the crew, and her voice was impassioned. "Listen to me! Listen!" she said, firmly. "The Necromancer's think they've won. They think with the Reliquary, they can wreak whatever havoc they want. But I know where the Corpse King is going - in the sewers under Shandil, she created a portal - crafted it from magic and arcane trickery. I've wrung that secret from the mouths of some of her very own servants..." She grinned, slightly. "This ship can be made fast and true. With magic, with my magic, we can blow past the Necromancer's fleet in the dead of night, and make it to Shandil before the Corpse King."

The crew shook their heads, the ship's master saying: "But...to beat them, we'd have to go through their formation. Slow not, they're a fleet."

"And if we shoot past them at the dead of night, they'll have no chance in hell of catching us...it'll be a hard fight and hard night sailing," Sari said, her voice growing more confident, more firm. "But. We. Can. Do. It. We have to do it. We have to reach the portal and close it before the Corpse King goes through - trapping her in Shandil, and bringing the Reliquary back into our hands!" She nodded. "For Charlotte! For Shandil!"

The crew cheered. "For Chandil! For Charlotte!"

Tanner stepped to Sari's side, taking her hand as she stepped down off the crate with a little flush to her cheek. Her eyes seemed to almost glow in the darkness - but the impression faded as the crew hurried about, making ready.

"T-That was amazing, Sari. I..." Tanner blushed. "I'm...I'm sure you have a lot of questions about, ah, my current..." She gestured towards herself, using her palm to indicate the fact she had become a Rebis girl in the short day between their separation and reunion. Sari smiled, gently, at Tanner.

"I have a lot of questions," she said. Her hand slid along Tanner's back, drawing her close. "Why don't we discuss them in your cabins, away from the hustle and bustle..." She said, walking off, towards the rear of the ship.

One Eye watched.

Sniffed.

Then let out a soft 'hurmph.'

The sails creaked as the ship turned towards destiny.

TO BE CONTINUED