Chapter 3
Arzad the Mad
Cecilia was excited to visit Braconnier once more. She'd been away for much longer than usual and had become homesick. She missed her parents and the small village they lived in. Of course, she would be in town strictly on business, but that didn't mean she couldn't pay them a quick visit. She and her new jester companion sped through the industrial Kingdom of Araignée as fast as they could. Cecilia, being half Amazonian, couldn't stand the smell of pollution. Why anyone would want to live in a place where the trees were replaced with skyscrapers of twisted steel was beyond her.
As they entered the overgrown Kingdom of Braconnier, Cecilia felt herself at ease. Araignée was one of the main reasons she joined up with demons. While her home was once twice the size it is now, the growth of industry stunted Braconnier. The forests along the borders began to shrivel and die, forcing its inhabitants to move deeper into the Kingdom. At one time, each race of Braconnier kept to itself, forming their own tribes with their own customs. Slowly, they got pushed together, closer and closer, until they simply had to share what little inhabitable land was left.
The Gnomes joined the tribe of Amazonians, which is how Cecilia came to be. Most notably, however, is the merging of the three Elven tribes. While most couldn't tell you the difference between a wood elf, a dark elf, and a high elf's customs, they are drastically different. At least, they were. Now with the three tribes squeezed together, their cultures have mixed. Only the oldest of the elves would be able to tell you which piece of history, celebration, and ritual belongs to which tribe. Meanwhile, the orc tribe has completely left their forest home to wage war on humans.
Cecilia was reminded of all of this after meeting up with her imp trio as they walked through an Elven village. The people looked miserable, shuffling their feet as they walked through the village. Dark elves, their faces painted with various designs, glare at the wood elves. Wood elves, who hail themselves as protectors of the forest, sneer at the high elves. High elves, which claim to commune directly with the gods, look down their noses at the dark elves. Cecilia can't help but wonder how different everything would be if the orcs had just stayed. Surely the elves wouldn't mind having to live with one another, so long as there was an orcish body for them to worship. Deviants.
She listens to the terse greetings the elves exchange as they pass each other. "Sister. Sister. Brother." The Amazon would never understand why elves greet each other in such a way. She wondered if they continued to call their spouse 'sister' or 'brother'. Surely they wouldn't, but Elven ways were completely foreign to her. She couldn't stand and stare forever though. She needed to meet with a fellow priestess before getting to head home. Though Cecilia didn't quite know where her ally in demonic arts was, all the Amazon could really do was wander around the Elven compound.
The actual ground of the forest was barely touched. A few stalls here and there for merchants to sell to the travelers, but not much else. Up above, sprawling across the forest's canopy, was a large village. Walkways swing back and forth, suspended by hemp fiber rope and made of thin wooden slats. Slats that definitely wouldn't support the weight of an Amazon. The buildings are round, their roofs coming to a sharp point and their walls covered in windows of various sizes. The windows, of course, didn't have glass in them, but large palm leaves, which hang like curtains over the many openings.
Tugging her hood atop her head, Cecilia began climbing one of the winding staircases that wrapped around a particularly large tree and led up to the little village. The Elves tossed strange looks her way, wondering what a woman of her stature could possibly doing so far off the ground. Once they see the three small imps trailing behind her, however, they kept their judgmental eyes to themselves and moved as far from the woman as they possibly could. To get too close to a woman like Cecilia was bad luck as far as the Elves were concerned.
Cecilia didn't seem to mind the extra space she was given. It gave her plenty room to breathe as her eyes scanned the surrounding structures. It looked as if she was in their market, a less than impressive collection of stalls, as well as a few shops carved into some of the larger trees. None of which looked quite demonic enough for her friend to be stowed away in. She looks to Jessie the cheerful jester. Jessie's eyes are wide, lips slightly parted as she gazes around the Elven village with awe. She'd never seen something so grand in her life. They way these Elves lived looked to be from a fairy tale!
"Jessie," Cecilia hums, placing a large hand upon the jester's head. Jessie turns, tilting her head back as she looks up at her Amazonian mistress. "You're quite light on your feet, no? Could probably make it across these bridges without a problem. Be a doll and cross to that platform." Cecilia points and Jessie's eyes follow her finger. "Ask for Vanya of the Flame. Tell her it is I looking for her." Chatter in the market stops as Vanya's name is uttered. The already tense Elves grow even more uneasy. Jessie doesn't seem to notice such things, and Cecilia doesn't seem to care about such things.
The Jester nods enthusiastically, excited to help the Priestess she serves under. She ducks out of Cecilia's grip and prances across the market towards the swaying bridge. Across the way is a shady platform. Not a drop of sunlight makes it through the tightly woven canopy above to the ebony wood that makes up the floor of this platform. Instead, torches as tall as Cecilia herself encircle the perimeter, crackling with flame that glows a curious green. In the center is a small home, its walls devoid of windows. This sinister little abode is the only in all of the Elven village made of stone. Porous slabs of granite crafted into rounded walls and towered high up, the roof poking through the canopy.
Cecilia approaches behind Jessie, but stops before the bridge, not daring risk those weak slats. Jessie rubs her hands together, bending her nimble fingers back for a satisfying crack of her knuckles. She takes hold of one of the suspending ropes and kicks off the ground. Her feet point to the sky as she goes upside down. Her back bends and bends and bends some more to an angle that Cecilia could never even imagine achieving. The Jester's round rear end presses to her shoulder blades for a moment as her feet find the rope and she quickly rights herself, standing lightly atop the thin line suspending the bridge. It seems as if Jessie didn't trust those slats either.
She quickly scampers across the rope, hopping down on the ebony platform at the other side. Turning to face Cecilia and her imps, Jessie offers a small bow. Gniz's hands applaud quickly, as she gasps, gazing at Julla with a huge smile. A small grin comes to Cecilia's lips as she offers a much calmer, gentle clap for her assistant. Satisfied with the fanfare, Jessie rights herself and turns towards the poorly lit tower. Now that she stood upon the same platform as it, she found herself intimidated by its sinister presence. Gulping down a mouthful of fear, she approaches the door slowly and raps her knuckles upon the dry wood.
The door swings open with a violent crack upon the interior wall of the tower. Out comes a hunched over imp, a nasty look in his eye, as he only had one. The other was squeezed shut, a long pink scar running down his cheek. His blue skin was dim, closer to a gray than the brilliant sapphire that Julla was. From his rear sprung a long pointed tail, a large chunk missing from the triangle crown at the end. "Whatchu want!?" He snarled, voice raspy as he waved a crooked stick that served as his cane at Jessie. Jessie leaps back, startled by this little creature.
"Ah, uh, I," She gasps, eyelids fluttering with a series of blinks. "I'm looking for Vanya of the Flame."
"You is? You who?" The imp grunts, waving his stick once more, the end threatening to wack Jessie upon the nose.
"Me? Not me, my mistress you see! That's right, she's High Priestess Cecilia! She is, she is!" Jessie belts out, face red, hands shaking by her sides. The imp repeats the name to himself, leaning over and looking passed Jessie's long legs. His eye shoots open and his posture straightens for a moment before reverting back to its natural hunch as the imp nearly leaps out of his skin. He turns and quickly waddles into the tower. Jessie holds her hands behind her back, leaning forward as she peers into the dark doorway.
A quiet hum fills the air, the bridge beginning to shake and swing. The thin slats quake, slowly glowing a deeper and deeper purple until they become the ebony tone of the tower's platform. They raise up and go still, humming quietly, inviting the Amazonian and her trio across. Satisfied, Cecilia steps forward, making her way slowly across. And, as Xen trails behind, the last one across, they fall back into the usual place and return to the dull brown color they once were.
As Cecilia approaches, a priestess exits her tower with an imp trio of her own. Along with her three imps, is a fourth, the old grumpy imp who'd answered the door. The woman, who could only be this 'Vanya of the Flame', stands at a peculiar height. As Jessie gazes upon her, she could swear that one moment she's taller than the mysterious priestess, yet the next she's shorter. Knitting her blonde brow she runs her eyes over Vanya, taking a moment to inspect her. As those curious eyes run over Vanya, Cecilia reaches out a hand, which her fellow priestess gladly takes, each offering the other a gentle squeeze. Jessie's eyes rest on Vanya's feet.
They don't sit flat upon the ground, as everyone else's do. Instead that hang, toes pointing to the earth, like a ballerina mid-pirouette. Below them is a warm orange glow, which grows as they bob up and down through the cool jungle air. It seemed Vanya could levitate, a feat Jessie had never been allowed to lay her eyes upon. The Jester gasped and looked up at the priestess with stars in her eyes. Perhaps this was something she could learn! Surely Vanya could only do so because of her dealings with the unholy, no?
A small smile came to the priestess' thin lips, a sparkle in her amber eyes. Vanya was truly like nothing the simple jester had ever seen. Though common in places like Braconnier and Rouge, Tieflings didn't frequent the less-than humble kingdom of Ombre, where Jessie hailed from. Her skin was darker, darker even than Cecilia's who had a tone of caramel kissed by the suns' rays. Vanya was a deep shade of red, a color between maroon and violet. Her skin shone as if it were coated in melted wax, glinting in the green glow of the flames that encircle the platform. Upon her head are a pair of long horns, which reach to either side before twisting towards the skies.
Vanya reaches out, just as Cecilia had moments before. Now was the Amazon's turn to take the Tiefling's hand and once again they offered one another a gentle squeeze. Vanya brought Cecilia's hand to her lips and Cecilia, Vanya's to her own. The pair offered a kiss to the back of their friend's hand. "Sister," They say in unison, each acknowledging the other as an equal. Their imps, however, didn't give such pleasantries. Instead they glared, each serving under a different Demon Lord, hoping that their Lord will be the one to rule this mortal realm.
"You're simply glowing, Vanya," Cecilia chuckles, taking a moment to look over her friend's magnificent body. Though the Amazon preferred the touch of a demon over all else, Tieflings weren't all that far from the unholy lovers she so craved. In appearance at the very least. If any Tiefling could convince the priestess to spend some time in their bed, it'd be Vanya of the Flame.
"And you as well!" Vanya offers back. "Tell me, dear Sister, is it true what they say? Has Onok chosen you to mother his child?" Cecilia smiles a kind smile, drawing her friend's hand to her still flat and toned stomach. Vanya breathes deeply, feeling the power which bubbles within Cecilia's womb. The Priestess exhales, a smile coming to her lips. "My, my, how exciting!" She whispers, rubbing Cecilia's toned stomach gently. "Now then, I suppose you're here to retrieve what you left with me, oh so long ago?"
One of her imps, a small green thing, holds up an orb shaped object. A black velour cloth rests atop it, obscuring the world from looking upon it. The imp offers it to Vanya, who picks it up with both hands, the thing as large as a human skull. Vanya holds it out and Cecilia easily palms it, slipping it into her bag. "Many thanks, Sister Vanya. I wish I could stay for even a drop of tea, but I really must be on my way. Little Jessie's vows took an extra day to perform and I do hate to keep Master Arzad waiting." The tiefling chuckles and comes forward, laying a kiss on Cecilia's lips.
"Do come back soon," She whispers in her fellow priestess' ear. "I'm sure /my/ Master would enjoy having you to himself for a night or two, no?" He hand slides up Cecilia's stomach and steals a squeeze of her ample bust. Cecilia chuckles and nods, giving Vanya's round rear a squeeze of her own.
The road between Vanya's village and Cecilia's own is quite short. Only a few hours after departing with her friend did they arrive, the sun high in the skies and beating down a comfortable warmth throughout the forest. As much as she would like to stop by her parent's abode, Cecilia was very late and it was never a good idea to leave a Demonic Overlord waiting. So they cut through the village to a large stone temple. The blocks of granite which make up its exterior are covered in intricate designs, similar to Onok's cave. Lewd depictions of Amazonian women submitting to Lord Arzad and Arzad alone.
The quartet ascend the stairs and enter the temple, the air inside a touch warmer than outside. Unlike Onok, Arzad had a solid grip on the Mortal Realm. He was once a minor demon, and could travel between realms freely. Of course, his time in the Mortal Realm was always limited, he quickly found a home in the forests of Braconnier, among the Amazonians. For one reason or another, they began to worship Arzad as a god and when his power grew too great for him to simply slip from realm to realm they erected a temple in his honor, where the women congregate regularly to offer their ethereal bodies to their Master.
Cecilia was no different. Arzad introduced her to the world of Demons and, once she became addicted to serving him, she became a Dark Priestess. As they entered the temple, the people within ceased chatter and offered bows to Cecilia. She smiled kindly, her fingers gently dancing against the backs of their heads as she passed, a sort of blessing for them. They continue further and further back into a temple, towards a small private room.
The room is small and simple. An altar sits at the back, a golden chalice atop it. Four stone benches, two of which are occupied by writhing Amazonians, are settled in a small circle. A third Amazonian lays still, a small smile on her lips. She is a pure blooded one, unlike Cecilia. While just as tall, her muscles are much more defined. Tribal tattoos in white ink dance across her dark caramel skin and a simple loincloth covers her crotch, while her ample breasts are left on display. If one looked closely at her face, they might say she struck a close resemblance to Cecilia herself. This was, of course, because this woman was the Priestess' mother, no doubt sent into Arzad's realm to apologize for Cecilia's tardiness. A hooded imp, skin a deep yellow in color, sits beside the chalice, twiddling her thumbs.
She perks up as she see Cecilia enter. "Sister!" She squeals with glee, jumping to her feet. The imp runs over and throws her arms around the Amazon's long legs, hugging tightly. Cecilia chuckles and pats the imp's head. This was Gar, Cecilia's conduit between the Mortal Realm and Arzad. She served the same purpose as Gniz and Julla, setting up the proper rituals in order to summon her overlord to the Mortal Realm or send Cecilia to theirs. Xen, who also serves under Arzad, was sent as a temporary replacement as Gar was thoroughly punished for tasting another Demon's seed. Something that Julla would, no doubt, go through as well.
"You two, shoo! Shoo!" Gar commands, marching over to the writhing Amazonians. She swats at their thick muscled thighs. "Crawl if you must, but be gone from this place!" The women tried to get to their feet, but collapsed, a constant stream of moans escaping them as they did in fact need to crawl from the small room. "Useless!" She huffs. "Their first time with Lord Arzad and they've been rolling around like that for a whole day since they got back! Was only with him for an hour at most!" She folds her arms shaking her head disapprovingly.
Cecilia ignores her dear imp's outburst, heading to the chalice as she huffs and puffs about the pair crawling away. She produces the orb from her bag and pulls the cloth from it. It's a simple item. Clear glass and filled with a yellow liquid. Similar vials litter the altar, mere drops within them, but the liquid in Cecilia's orb was much more potent than what most could get their hands on, as it had come straight from Arzad himself. She pours a small amount into the chalice and brings it to Jessie, who stares with wide eyes.
"Drink deeply," She instructs, guiding the bottom heavy jester to a stone bench. "Introduce yourself to Master Arzad and make him happy, yes?" Jessie gulps, unable to speak as she simply nods. The jester stares into the chalice, breathing deeply. Cecilia places a finger upon the bottom, tilting it slowly. Jessie presses her lips to the rim and allows the Priestess to pour the liquid down her throat. She blinks, Cecilia taking the chalice back, and feels a warmth growing in the back of her head. Then, like a switch is flipped, Jessie falls unconscious. Gniz and Julla, prepared for just that, catch her and lay her gently upon the bench. Cecilia chuckles, moving back to the altar and putting more of the liquid into the chalice.
"Arzaaaaaad!" The smiling Amazonian squeals. Her back archs as a flood of pleasure fills her body, a symphony of moans escaping her. Cecilia turns and watches her mother for a moment. The woman's legs tense and solid as if made of stone as they shake and shiver. Her chest rises and falls faster and faster, sweat running down her body. Goosebumps rise from her skin as she screams and squeals a litany of the filthiest things Cecilia had ever heard in her life. Though surprised to hear such things from her own mother, she does not judge. Spending a full day in Arzad's realm was no small feat and something most Priestesses could not even do. Time flowed differently in his realm, as Jessie would soon learn, and a day in the mortal realm could last a week, or more in Arzad's.
Cecilia doesn't wait for her mother to regain her senses, as that could take hours. Instead she makes herself comfortable on a bench, drinks from the chalice and enters Arzad's realm.
Wind. That was all you heard when between realms. Wind ripping at you, tearing at your clothing and then ripping your body from your soul. Then silence. Darkness. Nothingness. Slowly things came into view. Arzad's realm, at least what he allowed mortals to gaze upon, was a sparce place. In the center rose a marble slab, which sat waist height. Well, waist height for an Amazon like Cecilia and most who visited Arzad. Then long shapely legs appeared. A round ass atop them, the pale cheeks bright red. The legs were encased in a stretchy material which was covered in an obnoxious pink and lilac pattern. Tights which have been torn open to reveal the woman's aching loins. And, as Cecilia gazed upon them, she knew they ached.
The woman's ass gaped open, a perfect circle dripping with a thick load of white hot seed. Her cunt was abused and similarly flooded. Though Cecilia had only waited a moment or two before entering after Jessie, Jessie will have been with Arzad for an hour, possibly two. Then he appeared. He was tall, as tall as an Amazon, though that was simply the height he chose. Arzad wore no clothes, his muscular body on full display at all times. His skin was stark white. Not pale, but white like bone. He had no hair on his head, as mortals did. Instead, what looked to be the top half of a ram's skull sat there, it's horns long, sharp, and curled.
Arzad pushes into Jessie, who cries out in ecstasy. No words come from her lips, mind broken with pleasure. "Nyaaahhhh!" She squeals for him. He holds there, ass tensing as he grunts like an animal behind her, unloading wave after wave of thick white cream for her.
Cecilia approaches, removing her robes and leaving a trail of clothing behind her. "Have you enjoyed meeting my assistant, Master Arzad," She hums, standing beside him. Cecilia places a hand on his back, her other hand running across his muscular chest. "Has she pleased you, Master?" She leans in and kisses his neck, turning her eyes to the bent over Jessie. Around her waist is the shredded remains of her clothing, which Arzad had torn open, forcing her to display herself.
He chuckles looking to Cecilia. The pair kiss. Arzad doesn't need to speak. The Priestess, keeping her eyes locked with the dark orbs that hang behind the Goat's skull, lowers to her knees. Arzad places a hand on her head, wrapping the other around the base of his cock. He pulls, slowly, from Jessie. Her body grips him, her snug pink pussy clinging to the ebony spear that Arzad wields. Still, he pulls it free, the fat head dripping with a mixture of his and Jessie's ecstasy. Cecilia's breath comes slowly, gulping down a mouth full of spit. Her eyes run down his white form to the jet black appendage he uses to entice Amazons. She gulps once more, eyes returning to his.
Cecilia opens her mouth, tilting her head back. She allows her tongue to fall down her chin, hands on his hips as she offers her throat to him. Arzad leans in and launches a hot glob of spit into Cecilia's mouth, showing her zero respect as a Priestess. He slaps the heavy head of his cock onto her tongue and pushes forward. She gags on his length, but he ignores her, forcing more and more down her throat, her neck bulging with his meat. She chokes on him, gulping down what she can of her spit, and their salty cum. He pushes further. Further. Her nose presses to his groin, nestled in the musky patch of soft white hair just above his cock. She feels his balls rest against her chin, quickly refilling themselves with plenty of seed.
"If I didn't enjoy your mother so much, and so /often/," He grunts, holding her in place. Arzad pumps his hips a handful of times, smashing his body against her face. Cecilia's caramel cheeks glow red, her eyes watering as she struggles for breath. "Then I'd punish you for making me wait, toy." He releases her and frees his cock of her throat. Cecilia gasps, coughing as she refills her lungs with air. Spit runs down her chin, dripping onto the nothingness that was the floor below her. "Be sure to tell her to return to me, when I done with you. I intend to make that one my bride." Cecilia nods.
"Yes Master Arzad," She gasps, looking up at him. He grabs her head once more and roughly pulls her up, pressing his heavy balls in her face, against her mouth and nose. Placing her hands on his hips once more, Cecilia inhales deeply, smelling his dominant musk, taking in as much of the drug like scent as she can.
"Clean me," He commands. She nods against him, pushing her tongue out. She laps at his nuts, unable to do much else as he holds her in place. Her hot tongue moves over what it can reach, licking it clean, tasting the sweaty orbs. He releases her and Cecilia quickly opens her mouth, sucking them in, slurping loudly on them. She stares up at him, gulping her spit down as she sucks him clean. He lets his cock fall against her face, splattering a mess against her flesh. She doesn't flinch, dragging her tongue along the underside of his cock, licking it clean, letting it drag against her features, smearing any and all make-up she had on, making her look like nothing more than the whore she was for Arzad.
"Taste them," He grunts. "Taste your people. All the women of your village who have offered me worship since you last cleaned your master. Taste them all." And Cecilia did. A flood of lurid flavor filled her mouth and tainted her spit. Soon it was all she could taste and would be for a very, very long time. She lapped him clean, until the ebony rod shined as if it were dipped in oil. Arzad chuckles, enjoying how obedient Cecilia was. Not even the most depraved women of her village would do as she did. Then again, that's why he made her his sole priestess, isn't it?
Arzad's massive hand came down on Jessie's thick ass cheek. She yelps, her pale doughy ass jiggling, her right leg bending back, the heel pressing into her other cheek as she moans, unable to control her body. Arzad grips that cheek, spreading it, displaying her to her new Mistress. Cecilia looks up at him, blushing, but nods. She releases his hips and moves behind Jessie. Cecilia presses her tongue against the Jester's inner thigh, dragging it slowly up, lapping the still hot seed that drips from her. She nestles her face between those ample cheeks, closing her eyes as she laps her hot tongue against the gaping abused asshole of her assistant.
"Mmmm," Cecilia can't help but moan as she tastes it. Her tongue pushes in and she drinks the seed that Arzad was no doubt using as lube. Arzad chuckles, releasing Jessie's cheek. It claps against Cecilia's face and the Priestess reaches up, groping those thick cheeks, Her fingers sink into that doughy flesh. She squeezes harder, enjoying the feeling of it under her palms. Arzad grabs Jessie's blonde hair and pulls her head back. He lifts her as she hangs limply, moans escaping her near-unconscious body. Placing his other hand on her bloated stomach, he pushes and Cecilia's eyes shoot open as a torrent of hot seed gushes into her mouth. She gulps and gulps and gulps every last drop, feeling it running down her chin, splattering on her heavy breasts.
He drops Jessie, letting her lay once more, and grabs Cecilia's hair. Pulling her to her feet, his muscular form pressed to her back, Arzad sinks his teeth into her neck. "Nyyaaaah!" She cries out, her body shaking as he leaves a deep mark in her flesh. Reaching around her, Arzad places a hand on Jessie's hips and rolls the Jester onto her back. A trail of cum runs from between Jessie's legs all the way up her stomach and between her breasts, until finally splattering over her entire face, like a mask.
Arzad pushes Cecilia back down to her knees. "Clean, pig," He grunts. She nods, not needing to be told twice. Cecilia begins lapping at Jessie's body, licking her flesh clean of the mess. She works up her stomach, which is bloated with hours worth of Arzad's pleasure. To her breasts, the nipples swollen and abused. She licks her neck, finding a similar bite mark upon it, until she finds herself laying on top of Jessie. Cecilia spreads her legs, feet on either side of Jessie. She goes to begin cleaning the Jester's face but feels Arzad's hands on her hips.
He thrusts forward, without warning, his ebony rod cramming itself up Cecilia's tight ass. She cries out as his hips clap her thick ass cheeks, forcing her forward, as far as she can go. She feels a sticky substance cover her cleavage as her breasts are forced into Jessie's face, wiping some of the hot white cream from the Jester. She gasps, trying to prop herself up as to not smother her poor assistant. Arzad draws back, sliding nearly the entire length of his cock from her. Her hands scramble for the edge of the marble altar.
As she manages to grab a hold of it, Arzad thrusts and her hands are torn away, breasts falling back into Jessie's face. "Yaaaah!" She squeals, the clap of his loins against her ass echoing in the room of nothingness. Then he lets her feel it. After two simple thrusts, the demon overlord unloads for her. He pumps a torrent of thick hot seed into her ass, more than any mortal could even dream of achieving. It floods her. She feels it bubbling in her belly and could swear she tasted it as he pulled from her ass, and let the sticky nectar drool from her freshly gaped hole.
Panting and sweating, Cecilia collapses atop Jessie, looking over her shoulder at the chuckling Arzad. She feels his thick fingers toying with her ass as he gets a sloppy palm full of seed and spreads it over his cock, stroking himself threateningly. Cecilia shivers as she feels the hot head press to her aching cunt. This was going to be a very long night.
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