Blessed Clay 5 – A small game of cards

The Outpost reveals itself to be a singular, high stone tower that looks over the wavy landscape Four guards keep watch in all directions as to leave no approaching party unnoticed. Their bows ready they look at the mage standing in the distance.

The captain of the guard sighs. “He has just been standing there for hours…You think he is the one that knight Tienal was sent to search?” The woman at her side is both her second in command and lover, a brunette with short hair that is hidden under her metal helmet. “Unlikely, with a knight at his toes he wouldn’t dare to treat so close to Brikstrat.”

The caiptain hums in agreement. “That means there are two male mages around. That is even more concerning to be honest. Especially if what the two woman downstairs say about him working together with a group of bandits.” The captain raises her binocular again and looks at the mage. The guy looks extremely bored.

‘What is taking you so long? My feet are getting sore! Also it’s getting cold.’ Uklag complains as he watches the sun set. ‘Well you insisted that we should infiltrate the post!’ Aelana throws a complaint right back, ‘It’s not like I am enjoying this. Ten muscled up lesbo-buddies and not a single dick around. The Estaran military is awful.’

‘You might dislike their lack of floppy reproductive organs but they are still the greatest fighting **** in the known world.’ As her master and her sister continue their bickering, Analea looks around. The twins are sitting in the ground-floor of the tower. Beds and table stand around a mostly circular room. Only a wooden wall separates an extra area from the rest, from the looks of it that is the captain’s room.

A single staircase curves upwards but the captain has told them to stay put until they have taken care of the situation at hand. That of course being the lie that a mage and his group of bandits currently hunted them. To make sure the two wouldn’t run around the captain has instructed the half of the garrison not on watch duty to keep an eye on them, meaning that currently four other women were down there with them.

Contradictory to her sister’s description Analea finds the soldiers to be on the sexy side of the spectrum. Sure, their muscles are a bit more bulgy than she prefers but they still take care of their bodies and after generations of worshipping the female body it is pretty hard to find any real ugly women in higher positions in the Estaran government.

As it so happens not every random soldiers is chosen to guard blessed clay. The part that her sister was completely right about though is that they are all lesbians to the core. “So, Anja, tell me where you are from.” A blonde-haired soldier tries to pick up an earlier conversation. She, and her comrades for that matter, have continuously tried to flirt with the twins. Aelana was really quick to give them a deathly glare and continue to throw insults at Uklag but Analea lead them on.

“Oh, that an esteemed soldier of Estara would even interest herself on such a lowly person as me.” Analea says coyly, “I come from a church of Saeletra on the northern outskirts.” That is, of course, a blatant lie but the soldiers look very happy with that development. Why? Because if there is one thing you can say about the priesthood of Saeletra is that they are either very easy to get into the bed, very good once in there or both.

“Really? What did you do up there?” “Just this and that, we used to play a lot of cards to keep our mind of the cold.” She chuckles, “Although we mostly ended up colder then we started. You know, after our ‘outer layers’ had fallen.” The female soldiers look at each other and one of them hastily stands up. “How about we play a round of cards then?” The blonde suggests. “I have nothing to bet though.” Analea says in her most innocent voice. “How about that dress of yours?” The eyes of soldiers devout Analea’s curves, not at all hidden by the skin-tight dress she wears.

She giggles inside. ‘Growing bolder, huh?’ To the outside she makes a shocked face, “That would be so unfair. I only wear this tiny little dress and you that big, womanly armour.” Before the soldiers can interject anything Analea clasps her hands together and stuns the humans in the room with a bright, cheerful smile. “How about every time I lose you can make me one thing you like, that of course includes taking of this dress. In return, I will take something from you every time I win of course. Is that contract agreeable?”

The women are too drawn in her by her smile to wonder about that particular choice of words. Analea pulls down her dress a bit, her nipples become barely visible for a moment before she let’s go again. “I will do anything you ask.”

With the final nail in their reasoning hammered in they quickly shuffle cards and distribute them around the table. ‘…How about you move your ‘almighty’ ass over here then and level the tower with a single thought you ego-centric piece of….’ Aelana is still arguing with her master. Analea does not mind though as she picks up her cards.

It really does not matter what she draws. With the women fallen so deep in their lust for her she could have thrown then aces of the same colour on the table and they would only ask of her what she wanted for her prize.

And of course she wants a lot. First she makes them strip, once naked she makes them touch each other. One some occasion she gets up and playfully bits a soldiers ear, whispers some dirty, dirty things into another ones or allows a third one a deep look into her cleavage.

“It seems I am on a lucky streak.” Analea says and draws another card. ‘Accidently’ she drops her whole hand of cards in the progress. They tumble through the air and land on the towers floor. “Ups, how unladylike of me.” She stands up and bends forwards to slowly pick up her cards, well aware of the lustful stars. Her ass wiggles in seductive swings, causing her dress to ride up the curves until a cascade of surprised gasped and barely held back moans rings out behind her.

The dress has rode up far enough to reveal her lack of panties and now she presents her moist snatch to the onlooker, all of which start to touch themselves at the sight. Disappointed mumbles sound all around the table when she finally sits back down.

“It seems I lose this round.” Analea says with a pouty expression. The soldiers barely had their head in the game anymore so they have to look down at the cards Analea has thrown on the table to realize the truth of her words. Quickly they check their own cards to see who have them has won, or in other words: Who finally gets to utter a command at that radiant being that has descended on their table.

With a triumphant smile, the blonde slams her winning cards on the table. Her fingers, wet with her own-love juices, stick to the cards for a moment. “Whatever do you want me to do, mighty soldier?” Analea asks, her whole body language oozing submissive need. Her breasts pressed between her arm that reach downward, to her crotch, she erotically shifts in her seat.

The blonde is barely able to formulate a sentence as lust clouds her mind. “Ehm, her, if the fair lady would me a kiss…?” Analea gives her a bright smile. “Oh my, of course. Which mouth though?” That question is too much for the poor soldier as she is at a loss for words. Analea’s smile becomes even wider. “Well I will just have to attend to both then.”

She stands up and walks around the table, hips swinging, as she throws away the dress. Then she presses her mouth on the blondes. Analea tastes like cherries to her, the sweet aroma fills her every thought and complete being as she becomes numb to everything but her.

The soldier suddenly finds herself at the ground, Analea between her legs. To her left her comrades look from their seats, fingers dug in deep in their vagina’s and furiously masturbating. She can pay no mind to her voyeours however as she feels a long tongue glide along her pussy.

Analea eats away at the pussy that is presented to her with the vigour and technique only a high priestess of Saeletra could have. Or a succubus, but that never crosses the soldiers mind. He tongue drawing little circles around the blondes clit Analea brings her hand closer and inserts two fingers into the helpless soldiers overflowing pussy.

Throaty moans escape her as she can do nothing else than lie there and take. By Saeletra she will take it, every second of it until it is taken away from her she will take. Yes, even if it is taken from her she will do anything to feel this again, this tongue that tease her sensitive little clit, this fingers that penetrate her so very deeply and scratch all the right itches.

With a loud scream she orgasms, a huge amount of liquid squirting from her crotch as she is showered in the same liquids from her onlookers who just by looking at the show got off so hard that their fluids exploded from them as they came.

Analea sits up straight and looks at her accomplishment. Heavy breathing fills the room as she stands up and stretches. “Any of you want to fell that again?” All of them nod eagerly, they just had the first fix of a lust only she can make them feel and they want more, does not matter what it takes. In the sweetest of voices Analea says, “I want you to get up there, kill everyone and then kill each other. The one survivor will get to earn my favour.”

Not a second is wasted. Not even bothering with the armour that Analea has stripped them off during the card game, only grabbing whatever weapon is closest to them they fly up the stairs. Aelana chooses this moment to stop her constant arguing with Uklag for just a moment. “Where did they go?” she asks, “Off fighting for their fair maiden, dear sister.” Analaea answers and waits.

Eventually the blonde comes limping down the stairs again. She is bleeding from a cut on her left arm and a few other, minor wounds but she has won. “I won, my Lady.” She says. Analea kisses her on the forehead. “Of course you have. I never doubted you, oh greatest heroine. One more thing before I give you your reward. Tell me where the entrance to the underground mine is.”

The blonde nods, her eyes glazed over like a **** addicts, “In the captains room is a key with which you can unlock a door at the back of the tower. Inside you find a cellar with our food rations. On the left side are three torches, beneath the middle one is another keyhole, use the key there and a secret entrance will open.”

Analea kisses the blonde on her mouth as her reward. It was not a kiss of passion or lust, actually, it barely resembled a kiss at all, a simple pressing of one mouth on another but the blonde still felt ultimate ecstasy in every moment. Truly, murdering her colleagues and friends for this was worth it for this moment, this single moment with this mystical being. A being nothing short of an angel, with white hair that had been blonde a second ago, with skin of pure white that slowly darkened into grey, with the horns and the sulphuric yellow eyes whose snake like pupils stared into her with immense glee.

The soldier realizes what has done at this very moment but it is already too late. The succubus has locked her in a betrayers-kiss and the life is quickly fleeting from the soldiers as her very soul is being sucked out. A mixture of horror and bliss fills her last moments as her body begins to age rapidly and finally collapses into a pile of dust.

“Eww, by our dearest sinful mother.” Aelana says with disgust, “Why do you always keep sucking until they do that? It’s not like the last drops of life-**** taste any good, especially from women.” Analea doesn’t answer immediately, instead rubbing of remainders of dust of her lips with the back of her hand. “Always finish your meals, dear sister. Also women taste the same to me, never understood you preference…besides them coming with a load of semen of course.”

Analea absent-mindedly rubs her clit and shudders, “Speaking of semen, do you think Master will fuck me for a job well done?” The door flies open as Uklag makes his entrance. “I very much will.” He says with a happy exclamation as his staff hits the floor in the usual click-clack of steps. “I followed all of that. Rarely have I been this hard. First, however, let us check out that underground mine. Priorities.”

Aelana speaks up as Uklag walks over to the captain’s room. “I call bullshit, we were arguing this whole time.” She says. Uklag has to blast open the rooms door before he can enter. “I am a mage, if I couldn’t follow at least three things at once I would be a failure.” He shouts back at her from inside. A short time later he comes back out with a key in his hand. “Well, we found what we wanted. An you and me will have some alone time after this. Seriously that was great.”

The white-haired succubus sighs lustfully she cannot wait for it. “What will I do then?” Aelana asks, “Be bound to a cross in the **** chamber.” She gasps in surprise. “That’s what you get for calling me a, and I quote, ‘Self-centred dickwad that only wants to summon an unshackled Demonlord so that I have an excuse when he rams that long, hard demon axe down my throat and proceeds to **** me as I gag on it.”

A short silence. “Sister….” Analea sighs and shakes her head. The redhead is still speechless on the prospect being hanged on one of those crosses like so many other now broken women. She is a demon of lust not some lowly human.

‘Then again, maybe I can enjoy it?’ she bans that thought to the back of her mind as she follows Uklag outside.