The First Law of Arcanodynamics

Mina glowed in the aftermath. Quite literally, as Garalas had cast some sort of spell on her to make her stand out in the dark. Her half-elf lover had said she wanted to see all of her goddess-touched flesh, and a simple illumination spell was well within her capability.

“Can you tone it down?” she asked, as gently as possible.

The half-elf turned on her side of the bedroll and grinned lazily at her. It reminded Mina of a cat being told to not push a vase off a table.

“Hmm. I think not. I like you better like this, you glowfly.”

On the one hand, Mina was glad that her spell had saved her from certain **** at the hands of an insane priestess. And on that same hand she was more than happy with the sex. Two pretty fantasy babes that both wanted to fuck her brains out. But on the other hand, there was a distinct lack of control on her side. Rockbiter thought she was the goblin’s minion. And Garalas… she had her own ideas.

Sigh. Could be worse. Could be better. Wasn’t that just life?

She got up and walked outside the tent. The cool night air wafted across her bare skin. A moment later Garalas joined her, equally as naked, though markedly more beautiful. Not that Mina didn’t have her own charms, but she knew how much of a five she was on the ten scale, and Garalas was like an eleven. Having big boobs and a body so slim that models would kill for it helped pump those sexy points.

The half-elf wrapped an arm possessively around Mina.

“Beautiful night. It is said that the Goddess lives among the stars. I have felt her looking down at me on some rare occasions. The weight of her gaze is unimaginable.”

Mina looked up and saw nothing but twinkling lights. No sign of Garalas’ deity or Mina’s own errant goddess.

She was still looking up when she heard a stick break on the edge of their camp. “Rockbiter?” she called out, but the tensing of Garalas besides her indicated something else.

“Quiet,” the priestess commanded, and Mina shut up promptly.

She looked over at where the sound had come from. It was full of dense brush and trees. She didn’t see anything, but she did hear another crunch of foot upon branch.

“Who goes there?” Garalas called out, daringly.

No answer. Just more threatening footfalls. Their guest obviously had no problem announcing their arrival, but they stayed outside their field of view. Was it a person, or some sort of magical beast? Either way if Garalas was warning caution then it stood to reason that she had sensed something that merited that increased wariness.

“Show yourself, or I’ll make you regret it,” Garalas threatened.

A ray of light erupted out of the brush, spearing right into Mina and Garalas. The human had barely enough time to see it, let along dodge. But luckily Garalas bore the brunt of it, or rather her ward did. The lightning bolt crashed into the invisible shield around the priestess and dispersed.

In its place, an armored figure strode out and into their sight. It was a woman, human as far as Mina could tell. Her armor was colored burnt gold and it covered her from her shoulders on down, thick plates of impervious looking metal. Her golden locks of hair cascaded down as well, framing a statuesque face that rivaled Garalas’ own. And her boobs. The breastplate was more breast than plate given their size. Was every single person in this world inhumanely beautiful (including the humans)?

“For your many crimes, Garalas of Darkwater, you have been sentenced to ****. As an inquisitor of the Golden Arch, I have been honored to carry out your punishment.” The inquisitor brought her lance to bear. It crackled with lightning.

“Oh, is that so?” Garalas pointed her scimitar at the inquisitor. “Are you so certain that you’re up to the task?”

The inquisitor didn’t deign to answer. Instead she charged forward, thrusting her spear at the priestess. Garalas dodged nimbly away and the fight was on. Mina, for her part, scrambled away from the fracas. She would have just cast her spell but it hadn’t recharged since she had last used it again on Garalas.

So she just had to watch and hope for the priestess to win. Or did she? Garalas was… not a good person. Perhaps it would be for the best that this inquisitor beat her. Only, she had no guarantees that her association with the priestess wouldn’t consign her to a similar fate. Inquisitors weren’t generally considered open-minded individuals in fiction and from what little she had seen, Mina had to concur.

Maybe… maybe it would just be best to get out of the general vicinity. So she didn’t get caught in any crossfire. She turned around and was about to make her way out when she saw Rockbiter emerged from her tent with her book in hand. She had a determined expression, and she was mouthing some words. Was she casting a spell of some sort?

As the goblin neared them, she could make out some of the words. They sounded vaguely Latin-ish? Which was a question in and of itself how Latin exited on this world, or Common or English or what have you. But Mina was every so slightly more concerned with the result Rockbiter was trying to accomplish.

Rockbiter just kept on chanting those words while the two combatants sparred with magically-enhanced grace. They darted back and forth circling each other, striking, riposting, searching for any openings and trying to create them when they found none.

“Uhhh, Rockbiter, what are you doing?” she asked the goblin. The green shortstack only kept on chanting. She seemed lost in the words, unable to even hear the human.

“Mutatio… saxum… anima,” the goblin finished, and a bolt of light shot forth from the grimoire. “Ha,” the goblin shouted, “take that you dumb elf.” Only, her apparent target dodged at the last second and instead of hitting the half-elf, the bolt struck the surprised inquisitor straight in the rather large target that was her chest.

“What?” was all the armor-clad human had time for before her body locked in place. The light bound her in place, freezing her.

“Well well well. So the beast has fangs after all.” Garalas looked at Rockbiter who was still holding the book, but now was adorned with a rather sheepish look of contrition. “But to dare to raise your hand against your better, you will pay, mark my words. Only the benediction of the goddess stays my own hand. Mina, command your pet to never do that again.”

“Rockbiter, you can’t just… ummm… it isn’t right… or is it?” Garalas frowned at the human. “Okay okay! No fighting in my party. Got it?”

“Mrgh. Got it,” Rockbiter agreed.

“As for you,” Garalas turned to the inquisitor who was still encased in that light, making it impossible to see what was happening beneath. “What exactly is that spell supposed to do? Tell me, beast. Quick.”

“No know. Just cast.” The goblin pointed to the book helpfully. “Felt good.”

“You’re telling me you cast a spell with no idea of what it does? I should have known.” Garalas groaned. “Spare me this ignoble fate.”

Mina looked at the bound inquisitor. The light seemed to be intensifying. Was it working? She honestly had no clue, and apparently her other party members didn’t either. She supposed there was nothing to it but to wait and find out.

It didn’t take too long. Just a minute later the spell finished, and in the inquisitor’s place stood an equally gold robot looking thing. Any human skin had been replaced with metal, and the human’s head was now a seamless helmet with a blue pane of glass in front.

“What did you do to her?” Mina asked the goblin whose only response was a shrug.

The figure jerked into motion.

“Golem Cassandra activated. What are your orders, Creator?” the golem said while looking straight at Rockbiter. The goblin for her part looked extremely pleased.

“Second servant. Very good!” Rockbiter clapped her hands and did a little dance.

“Hmph,” Garalas harrumphed. “Order it to protect us.”

“Do that.”

“Yes, Creator.” The golem saluted. “Accessing memories. This unit’s previous form is expected to report in one hour to Golden Arch agents. Failure to do so will lead to the involvement of individuals dangerous for the Creator.”

“Oh great. Not just one inquisitor but a whole squadron of them. Not that I couldn’t take them, but it might be advisable for us to vacate the area. I was in the process of doing so anyways before I got distracted with you, my dear.”

“Uhm. Yeah that sounds good.” She looked at the golem who was standing still as patiently as a statute. Its unblinking facade stared back at her as she took it in fully. It hadn’t lost its previous form, it had just been changed. Mina reached out a hand and poked it in the chest. It was strangely soft, like the metal was almost fluid. Its boob deformed under the pressure not unpleasantly “Good job, by the way, Rockbiter.”

The goblin preened. “Me good.” But then the realization that it still had to deal with the elf dawned and the boastful attitude withered. At least the goblin had a golem to serve it now. “Clean camp,” it ordered and the golem saluted and obeyed. Mina had to admit it was a damn sight nicer having a robot to help do such menial things. Much faster too. The tents and foodstuffs were gathered up and carried on the golem’s back in a matter of minutes.

The four set a quick pace through the night away from their current location. Mina was somewhat sleepy, but the thought of impending **** by wrathful inquisitors served as more than enough motivation to keep her legs moving.

Though she was getting a bit exhausted. Ever since coming to this world it had just been one thing after the other. She needed some time to settle in one place without having some crazy person trying to kill her. Hopefully the town Garalas had mentioned would be a good refuge, though knowing her luck there’d just be a giant dragon or something razing it to the ground by the time they arrived.

While they walked, Rockbiter was busy enjoying her new servant. “Praise me.”

“You are the most wonderful and gracious Creator. Thank you from the bottom of my core for creating me from my previous self. Before I used to serve the light goddess, but now I serve a far superior being.”

“More.”

“Only a truly great and powerful sentient could cast a spell so mighty that it could transform a human into a golem. You are beyond compare. Everyone should bow before you.”

“Quiet,” Garalas growled.

“I obey only the Creator.”

Mina butted in to play the mediator. “Don’t use your golem to antagonize Garalas, please Rockbiter.”

The goblin had the gall to look like she was the victim, which almost drew Garalas into a murderous rage.

“Fine,”Rockbiter assented.

The four continued in somewhat companionable silence for a while. But then Garalas broke the peace. “If you’re so keen on using your new toy, why not have it **** itself. I admit I’m quite keen on the idea of seeing this shell of a former inquisitor mock itself.”

Rockbiter considered it. “Servant. Do that. But Sexy.”

“Yes, Creator.” Without pausing its stride, it put its arms on its hips and started thrusting obscenely. “Look at me. I’m a sex doll for my Creator. All my ideals as an inquisitor mean nothing now. Just one spell and I was defeated and turned into a plaything for a goblin.”

It removed its hands from its hips and stared slapping its ass.

“My sole purpose in life is to now serve my Creator.” The golem took its spear in hand and jammed the butt of it into her pussy, its slit wide open despite being covered in armor everywhere else. “Do you like that Creator? It appears like your mind designed me to be a sex doll subconsciously. Otherwise I wouldn’t have this cunt to stuff. Most golems are sexless.”

Mina licked her lips. “Rockbiter,” she began, “order it to lick my pussy while we walk.”

Rockbiter was tempted to ignore the request, but it was Mina asking for it, and she wanted her servants to be happy. So she ordered the golem to do so.

The golem walked in front of Mina and flipped its lower half one-hundred and eighty degrees, so that its top was still facing Mina while its legs kept a forward momentum. Then, without removing its helmet, a blue energy tongue formed out of the pane. It leaned down and stuck it inside Mina’s cunt. Mina groaned as the arcane-formed and surprisingly solid-feeling tongue pistoned in and out with an equally surprisingly fine amount of control.

“Intercourse was forbidden back at the monastery,” the golem said while eating her out, apparently able to do both at the same time, “but my sister inquisitors and I often engaged in oral sex as a loophole. Though my body is changed, I still retain the skills I acquired. Please enjoy my Creator’s gift.”

As the golem did its best job to turn Mina’s legs into jelly, the world traveler thought, all things considered, that her burgeoning journey was beginning to shape up. The sex alone was worth it. And with a few more applications of her charm spell, she was certain she’d have the absolute control she desired as well.

She remembered the words the goddess in the void had told her. “Through thine eyes, mine. Through thine hands, mine. A thousand souls is fair price.” She still wasn’t quite sure what the deity had meant, but perhaps creating a really large harem was part of it. What was that saying? A journey of a thousand steps begins with one? Or something like that. Just apply it to girls instead. Three down, nine-hundred and ninety-seven to go.