1 comments/ 29603 views/ 7 favorites Naveen Knights Ch. 01 By: Duleigh Once upon a time there was a really awesome story on Literotica titled the Virgin Princess. The story was well written, skillfully crafted and very hot. It was thought that the name of the author was Marcl or Markl or Mikl or something like that. One day, as some days often do, an Evil Situation cast its indiscriminate randomness upon this story and poof - it was gone from the pages of Literotica. However stories are never really gone, they live forever in L-Space, a semi-mystical quantum consequent omniverse that binds the fractal nature of all libraries and prose collections together into a text derived singularity where the imagination of man is both trapped and set free to feast upon the grimoires of self delusion. And there the core idea of The Virgin Princess waited to spring free upon an unheeding world. All it needed was an empty mind and as luck would have it, the story found mine. Markl or Mikl or whomever, if you read this bastardization of your work, please - I implore you - repost it so the readership here can enjoy it again. Until that time the readership here is stuck with my version, which like many a Hollywood epic gone horribly wrong, is inspired by a good story... Sir Emrys Lewthwaite was a knight errant, recently dubbed by King Alban Reinard himself, and the most junior knight of the tiny border kingdom of Naveen. As the most junior night of King Reynard's court he drew the most difficult tasks, and the tasks that garnered the least attention from the King. His current task was to venture out to the hinterland, to the southwestern corner of Naveen and scout for any signs of danger. There had been no word from two villages in this corner of the kingdom for weeks, Mycaelis Caimbeul, consul to the king and wizard as some said, suggested a sortie to this remote corner of the kingdom to investigate. Emrys had few horsemen, but was able to gather a dozen mounts and saddles. He chose his strongest men to accompany him regardless of their riding skills. Soon their troop formed up in the castle keep and Emrys looked at his men who bobbled and wove in their saddles. "They'll learn or die," he thought glumly and they started off to the southwest leaving the cold safety of the castle Naveen behind. Days later when they reached the village of Rafer his men were indeed riding much more competently, the problems started when they dismounted and tried to walk on their aching legs. Sore muscles and aching backsides caused the once noble warriors to walk like castrated geese and curse like luckless fishermen. Emrys, who spent most of his life in the saddle, remained mounted as so not to show up his men, but also from saddle height he was able to see danger at a greater distance. "The village is empty," said his swordmaster, Galfridus. "Not a sign of the people, just their livestock." Emrys looked around, and Galfridus was right. Other than his men who were working the aches out of their backsides, the only living creatures to be seen were geese, ducks, hens, and a few cats. "Cattle," said Emrys under his breath. "Pardon sir?" Galfridus asked. "Cattle. There's no cattle. No dogs either. Nor are there any sheep or hogs." Galfridus looked around and his master spoke true enough. "Nor goats, m'lord." Rafer was a poor village, but even the rudest of villages were home to goats and maybe a hog or two. "Keep an eye on our men, old friend. Do not let them hitch their mounts but continue to lead them. Look for sign of a passing army. It appears that who or what ever came here took the largest and easiest to catch animals, most likely for provision." "And the villagers, m'lord?" Emrys let his lack of an answer speak volumes. "Aye, m'lord," growled Galfridus and he led his horse away. Emrys urged his horse forward slowly, his eyes scanning the ground carefully, and not liking what they were seeing. He saw many human footprints, and oddly none were shod. In the village center the dust was disturbed in such a way as to hint at a large dance, or scuffle, or fight, or... or... wrestling match? Emrys looked around intently, trying to learn the story of what happened through the language of the signs left in the village dust but was unable to grasp what happened. Suddenly his concentration was broken with a cry from the edge of the village. "Something here sir!" shouted one of his men. Emrys urged his mount to where the shout originated. "Here sir!" called out one of his fighters. The knight looked around and soon the story was revealed to his eyes. All the signs pointed to a fighting force, probably not more than 20 in number, collecting the village population and herding them and the cattle they stole into the countryside. He glared at the foot prints in the soft earth. They were shod in military fashion, but the prints were both shorter and wider than normal foot prints. Everything about this looked wrong. "Here sir!" called out Galfridus. When Emrys approached Galfridus pointed toward the ground with a stick, "here's where the marauders loaded the villagers in wagons or carts and took them off that a-way." He pointed in the direction of the road to Amergin. "Everyone?" asked Emrys, "adults and children?" "We've seen no sign of the children, sire, only adults. But we've seen no sign of the oldsters either. Whoever they are took the prime of the village folk." Emrys looked off into the distance toward Amergin, which was the second village they were to investigate. It was better than a hard days ride to that village and their foe had several days lead on them. "Swordmaster, have two men remain to look for the children and the old timers. If they can be located lead them to safety in Naveen. If they can't be found the men are to join up with us in Amergin." "Aye, sir." "Troop! Mount up!" called the knight, adjusting his leather armor. "We ride!" With groans the troopers mounted their horses, then following the trail of footprints and debris left by the marauders they headed into the setting sun toward Amergin. * * * * * The Queen of Naveen, Hannoria Dutentius-Reinard, groaned and rolled over in her spacious bed. She grabbed her large pillowy breasts and kneaded them with small delicate hands. Grinning slyly at her lover she drew her knees up and then spread them wide in invitation. Her lover, Clemens Brodie, the captain of the palace guard, took his place between her spread legs and thrust his throbbing cock into her hot liquid center and began servicing his queen. The bed squeaked and groaned in protest as Brodie began hammering his cock in and out of his queen with all his strength. The headboard of the huge bed slammed against the stone castle wall, the sound of the heavy wooden knocking nearly drowning out Hannoria's shrieks and cries of pure rut. Brodie fucked harder at her wordless urging, slamming his throbbing cock in and out of her cunt in a frenzy of savage thrusts. Now Hannoria began to groan in passion, she drew her legs up and nearly wrapped them around her paramour, but no - that would never do. He may mistake that action for a signal of affection, as if that would ever happen! The cock to pussy contact was enough, more than enough for someone of his station. "Great Maker!" she gasped and spread her legs even wider. "Fuck me you bastard!" her body shook as she accepted each slam of his cock into her pussy, his groin slapping hers loudly. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Harder you fucker!" she shrieked as she twisted her nipples. "Service me!" Sweat broke out on Clemens hard muscled body as he held himself above the queen and thrust deeply into her wet cunt. "Ugh...ugh... ugh..." her grunts came in time with Brodie's thrusts, her fingers clawed at her hard nipples, twisting and pulling sending jolts of pleasure from her large breasts to her clit which was being repeatedly slammed between their colliding bodies. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck MEEEEEE!!!" she shrieked as waves of orgasmic relief crashed over her body again and again until she was only dully aware of Clemens' frenzied rutting in her cunt. With a graceful move she drew her small feet up, planted them against his chest and pushed him away hard. "Well done Captain. I am quite satisfied." Clemens Brodie rose from the bed and tried to hide the shock and disappointment in his face. His cock however twitched and pulsed in frustration. "You highness," he gasped before collecting himself and standing at attention. Hannoria smiled slyly and drew a coverlet over her lush body. "You have serviced me well, Captain, you are dismissed." She noticed his hesitation then looked down at his throbbing, pulsing cock. A thin stream of precome drooled from the end of his twitching pole. "You don't think I'd allow you to plant your common sperm in my body do you? In MY body? Go now! Find a wench or page to slake your lusts." In frustration Clemens looked around the room, his gaze rested for a moment on one of the Queens handmaidens. "No!" the Queen barked, "My handmaidens are well above your position, which you obviously have forgotten. Must I have you reminded of how common your status as a soldier is?" Her snarl grew dark and cold. "Leave me and go fuck your fist, or maybe a scullery boy. You are dismissed." The young captain gathered his clothing and left in flushed embarrassment and anger. He swore to himself he'd never allow himself to be used like that again, but deep down he knew that if his queen beckoned it was his duty to comply, and other than honor all he had was duty. The queen's maids moved forward to help their mistress refresh herself and dress when the bedchamber door burst open and the king himself, Alban Reinard, strode into the queens bedchambers. "My palace guard is not some plaything..." he snarled as he advanced on Queen Hannoria. "Oh please, he's naught but a farmer's son. Besides dying and fucking what other use could he possibly have?" she said haughtily. "He's not some common street whore but a man of honor who pledged his life to protect your own worthless life..." "Worthless life!" she shrieked, "Need I remind you that I am daughter of Renaldus Dutentius, king and lord of the entire eastern fringe?" "I need no reminder of who your father is, however you may need a reminder of how worthless a queen who fails to bear a male heir is." The angry king advanced dropping his sword belt. Hannoria edged back on the bed and pulled the covers up further as her angry husband advanced. The maidens retreated to their window seats and made themselves comfortable as they watched their king rape their queen. At least it was more entertaining than embroidery. * * * * * Not far away the royal couple's only child, Princess Amia heard her mother's cries of pain and humiliation slowly evolve into shrieks of passion and rut. The young princess threw herself back on her bed and allowed her hand to travel down her slim body, under her voluminous skirts to her moist pussy. Great Maker but her parents were perverse! Then with a sigh her finger found her clit and began to gently rub in time with her mother's increasing grunts of satisfaction. * * * * * As King Alban savagely fucked his wife, and as Sir Lewthwaite led his rag tag troop to the village of Amergin to determine the fate of that hamlet, a dark coach drew up in a copse of wood outside the village of Faolan. Faolan was a small village in the southwest hinterland of the kingdom of Naveen, it lies a hard days ride beyond Amergin, over two days from where Emrys Lewthwaite and his men currently paused to water their horses. Had an observer noticed the coach they would have noticed some odd things about it. That the heavy window curtains were drawn on such a hot day, that the horses that drew the coach were as black as the coach, that the coach moved nearly silently; without jingle of buckle or harness and only the clop of hooves and crunch of wheel on gravel to mark its passing. Mostly the observer would notice that the coach had no driver or footman. The black horses that drew the coach halted without visible command and stood motionless. A figure in a dark green cloak with hood over its head emerged from the dense woods and walked up to the coach. A hand emerged from the green cloak and opened the coach door and an elegant woman in a ruby red dress stepped wordlessly from the coach. The cloaked figure gestured to a ladder built into the side of the coach and the couple climbed to the roof of the coach. From their vantage point they had an excellent view of the village of Faolan. The cloaked figure drew back the hood showing the face of a young man, bearded but his beard was shot with gray, as if he had seen too much of life in his short span. The woman who stood nearly as tall looked down on the village with slight amusement. "I hope you have more than this to entertain me, Mycaelis." The young man, Mycaelis Caimbeul, smiled at the statuesque redheaded woman. "Madam Caelia, I'm sure you'll be heartily entertained. "I should hope so," she said looking down on Mycaelis. Her green eyes flashed with blue lightning for a moment. "I hope I do not have to provide my own entertainment." Mycaelis gestured to the village square below, the entertainment he promised was just beginning. A chorus of shrieks and shouts indicated that Mycaelis' forces had arrived. Soon a score of humanoid figures charged into the village square driving the town residents before them with the tridents and spears they were carrying. Caelia gestured in the air before her and a shimmering circle appeared, through this she was able to see the happenings in the town square as closely as if she were standing there. The hairless, noseless figures were nearly man tall but broader of shoulder. Their skin was emerald green; if skin it could be called. The skin glinted in the sunlight and Caelia was sure they were covered with scales. Their eyes were yellow and slit vertically like a goat. Their arms were long and thickly muscled, ending in six fingered claws. Their bowed legs were short ending in wide flat feet that resembled hoofs. For apparel all they wore was an open vest which showed off their muscled chests, and a leather loin cloth which tented out hinting at what was underneath. "Interesting creatures, what do you call them?" asked Caelia. "They are drusi, creatures of lust and of the hunt." "And how did you come by these strange creatures?" Caelia asked without taking her eyes from the glittering circle. In the circle she could see the drusi forcing the villagers into the center of the village. Several of them were herding the children and old folks out of the village square toward an old barn at the edge of town. "They're a created creature, made from a dual summoning. I found if you summon an incubus and a basilisk into the same summoning circle the drusi is a result." Mycaelis answered in a voice as if he were reciting a recipe. Now the drusi had the villagers rounded up and were terrorizing them with the tridents and spears. The contingent that led the youth and oldsters away returned and joined in the terror. "That's it?" Caelia asked. "For what I'm paying you I expect something more than common pillaging. "Just watch. The fun begins very soon, my ladyship," Mycaelis leered. After a while three drusi separated a maiden from the cluster of villagers. She shrieked in terror as they pushed her away from the perceived safety of the group and into the center of the dusty village square. One drusi held her from behind while the other two removed their vests and loin cloths. Both sported magnificent emerald green erections with large dark purple heads. The brunette woman shrieked anew and began to fight the drusi's claws. The naked drusi advanced upon her and began ripping her clothing away until she was naked as they were. Her snow white skin shone in the bright sunlight, contrasted by the dark delta between her legs and the red aureole that capped her large, bouncing breasts. "No testicles?" asked Caelia. "No, they do not reproduce. In fact their life span is barely longer than a week. "So what is dripping from their phallus?" "Oil of Azulee," said Mycaelis. He smiled at Caelia's sudden intake of breath. Oil of Azulee was considered mythical, but here were a score of demons dripping with the most powerful aphrodisiac in myth and legend. "If applied topically the effects will last at least a day." "Very well done," she murmured as she watched the action begin in the village square. The two demons standing in front of the terrified nude woman stroked their cocks, their six fingered hands were covered with their secretions. One grabbed the woman's breast, the other cupped her vagina. Immediately the woman stopped struggling. Her mouth that was open to scream remained open, but no sound came out. She started to shake as the effects of the oil began to course through her body. Her eyes went out of focus momentarily then suddenly all she could see were the two demonic cocks waiving in front of her face. Caelia could see the woman's breast swelling, her nipple hardening from the contact of the oil. Her vaginal lips were swelling too, and soon her own secretions were beginning to seep from her womanhood. "When the drusi orgasm they release an even more concentrated form of Oil of Azulee," continued Mycaelis. "Topically the effects will last several days and can be transferred to another human. If their spend is ingested into the digestive tract either orally or anally the effects will last a week or longer." Mycaelis spoke in a plain voice, as if describing a simple alchemical formula instead of a psychosexual reaction that could shatter a person's psyche. "And of course if the recipient of the spend in penetrated by another person the effects are passed on to the penetrant." At that moment the nude woman whimpered in need as a Druzi grabbed her thick hair and shoved his cock in her mouth. She sighed and let him pummel her face, thrusting deep into her mouth and throat. The demon pulled back and the three demons lifted her up and held her horizontally. One Druzi stood between her legs and lined his large cock with her pussy. She shook her head in unbelief when she saw the size of the cock that was getting ready to impale her, but she didn't try to stop him as he pushed forward in one long endless lunge, skewering her on his dripping cock. If she felt pain at being stretched wider than ever before she showed no sign of it. She threw her head back and shrieked "OOOOHHHH GODS YES!" as the Drusi's pelvis slammed into hers. He may have caused her horrible internal damage but she was too far gone from the effects of the Oil of Azulee and she began shuddering as he slowly withdrew his throbbing lance. The crowd watched in open mouth horror as one of their own was being ravished by the unspeakable demons and apparently loved every gut wrenching thrust of his thick long pole. The woman began gyrating her hips as he began thrusting in and out of her sodden pussy furiously. Her first orgasm happened almost immediately and her shrieks of delirious release echoed off the walls of the village buildings and drown out the fearful whimpers of the villagers. "Oh my, this certainly is entertaining," said Caelia and she began removing her heavy ruby dress, while keeping her eyes focused on the rape that was taking place in the village square. The woman's orgasm was so powerful she contracted into the fetal position and began to shudder. The demons were not going to let her off so easily. One Drusi lay down on the ground and the other two lifted the shuddering woman who submissively allowed herself to be speared by the reclining Drusi's cock. Slowly she began to rise and fall on his unbending spike, driving it deeper and deeper into herself, soon her gasps and cries of forced lust began mixing with the cries of terror of the on looking villagers. Naveen Knights Ch. 01 With an evil pointed toothed grin one Drusi knelt behind her and lined his cock up with her rear passage. She cried out in despair and need as the purple head of his pole pushed into her virginal anus. Her eyes bugged out with the pressure of being lanced on two huge skewers but soon both cocks were buried completely in the curvaceous woman. She opened her mouth to cry out and her mouth was suddenly filled with the third Drusi's cock. "Fuck me," said Caelia as she watched in fascination at the triple penetration of the woman in the village square. "Now." She added. It wasn't a request. Mycaelis looked over and suddenly realized Caelia was naked. She was bent over at the waist, her hands on her knees, her large heavy breasts dangling, but her eyes were still focused on the glitter edged circle that allowed her a close up view of the occurrences in the village square. Mycaelis shrugged off his robe and stepped behind the woman, grabbed her womanly hips and began to ease his long thin cock deep into the hot moist pocket of her sex. He thought for a moment of how perverse it was that her excitement was due to watching the ravishment of a helpless woman, but then thought no more of it and began driving his cock in and out of Caelia. By now the rest of the demons began to remove their loin cloths and wave their cocks at the terrified civilians. The villagers shrunk in terror but the Drusi simply stroked their dripping cocks and began to wipe the secretions on their captives or flick the oils indiscriminately into the crowd. The villagers tried to retreat from the Druzi but they were too crowded together. Some villagers tried to escape but a nearby Drusi would capture them with lightning speed. If the captive was a woman the Drusi would rape her immediately. If the captive were a man the Drusi would grab the man's penis with a secretion covered claw, then release the whimpering captive back into the crowd where the effects of the Oil of Azulee would soon have the villager fucking or buggering the first person he could grab. Soon the effects of the secretions began affecting the entire crowd. Clothing began to be removed; people began reaching for the demons and each other. Drusi were fucking women, buggering men, and masturbating over huddled groups of fearful villagers. Droplets of the evil secretions filled the air and drove whomever they landed on mad with lust. The brunette who was now enthusiastically on the receiving end of the triple penetration began jerking wildly as a heart stopping orgasm crashed over her with tidal wave force. The Drusi buried deep in her bowels shot his load deep into her rectum. Some of the Oil of Azulee the demon pumped into her clutching anus was quickly absorbed by her bloodstream causing her entire body to become one large writhing sex organ. Her orgasm went beyond anything she ever experienced, her breasts swelled to what felt like the bursting point, her nipples grew so hard they ached. Explosive jolts of erotic lightning shot out from her clit through her body as she shuddered and spasmed through the cresting effects of her orgasm. The Drusi buried in her cunt then fired his load into her intensifying the effects of her climax. She slumped sideways trembling and shuddering, her body twitching as the third Drusi spattered his spend on her large breasts causing another sexual explosion this time centering on her aching nipples. The woman fainted from the intensity of her climaxes, she lay in the dust immobile for a few moments until the villagers descended upon her. She woke up with a wonderfully human cock driving in and out of her pussy, and a hot wet cunt being lowered on to her mouth. Her last rational thought before her mind slipped into a waking sexual delusion was trying to figure out whose clit she was enthusiastically suckling. Caelia pushed back against Mycaelis' cock as he drove mechanically in and out of her hot wet gash. She came with a yelp as a young man she was watching began to franticly fuck a large older woman all the while being buggered by a Drusi. As Caelia's eyes refocused from her orgasm she as she saw a tiny young woman with breasts no larger than apricot halves and nipples hard enough to cut diamonds take the village blacksmiths cudgel sized cock up her tiny anus with a joyous smile of delight. The sodomy drove Caelia to another, stronger orgasm. Finally Mycaelis methodically grunted and shot his seed deep into Caelia's depths, then stepped back and with nary a word began pulling on his robe while her own orgasm still caused her to shake and shudder. He was fully dressed by the time she realized he was done, and for some reason that angered her more than her arrogant brother ever angered her. Now she realized that she would destroy Mycaelis along with her brother in the plot she was scheming. She stood, feeling Mycaelis' sperm ooze from her opening. "Not even a kiss?" she demanded, her fists on her shapely hips, her full, heavy breasts pointing at him in their need to be touched. Mycaelis glared at her as if she interrupted an important train of thought. "I provided you the means of destroying your brother; I didn't expect becoming your whore was part of the deal." She ignored that outburst for the moment, but made a mental note to insure that he paid for it very soon. "I want to study one of these Drusi, bring one to me at my keep as soon as you can. I want you to show me everything there is to know about them." "These are not pets," he started but she stopped him with an angry glare. "Of course they're not pets you insolent fool, no pet ever cost as much as I'm paying you for them in the history of the twelve kingdoms! Now bring one to me as soon as possible and maybe my brother won't find out your role in his downfall." With that Caelia swung down off the roof of the coach, still naked, and climbed inside. The door closed with a slam and the horses started off of their own accord. Mycaelis had to jump off the coach before it gathered too much speed. * * * * * Miles away, the other object of Caelia's anger, her brother, reclined in bed with his bruised, tired and well fucked wife. "Great Maker, Hannoria, what am I ever going to do with you?" "You can do that thing with the flat of your sword across my breasts again," she said with a wiggle of her eyebrows at her master, Alban Reinard, King of Naveen. "You know what I mean," he groaned and smacked her ass as hard as he could with the flat of his hand. "I can't have you fucking the captain of the palace guard every time you get an itch in your cunny. Isn't there some stupid noble you can blackmail into silence?" "They're all stupid, and they all fuck like old men or they act like they're afraid they're going to break me if they pump too hard," she sighed. "Honestly wench, we need to find you someone to plug you while I'm seeing to the affairs of the kingdom without causing an uproar throughout the court." "Can't you spend more time with me and less time with the kingdom?" "Give me a son and maybe we can arrange something." Hannoria rolled onto her back and spread her arms and legs wide. "Then come plant a son in me. It's got to happen sometime," she said as Alban rolled onto her and began rubbing his reviving cock against her wet pussy lips. The king and queen ignored the queen's handmaidens as matter of course. Even though King Alban had great affinity for the common man, servants were a different matter. They were only seen by royalty when they were needed, regardless of where they stood or what they did. Not five feet from where the king was screwing his queen the handmaidens pretended to return to their embroidery but watched the couple writhe and fuck with little pretense at doing anything else. However they all also noticed that there was one more added to their number. But none of them had the courage to tell Princess Amia it was inappropriate for her to join them as they watched her parents fuck the afternoon away. Naveen Knights Ch. 02 This is chapter 2 of Naveen Knights, a story inspired by a work no longer found on Literotica entitled The Virgin Princess. Where did it go? I mean, come on - how can you go wrong with an army of sex demons, a lovely but frustrated princess, a horny witch, an oddly perverse wizard, and a queen into S&M? (Ok, the queen is my idea - but it works) Sir Emrys Lewthwaite and his men slowly approached the village of Amergin. They were there on the orders of the king's chief advisor, Mycaelis Caimbeul, who had sent Emrys on a scouting mission to see why they hadn't heard from the residents of the villages of Rafer and Amergin for many days. When Sir Lewthwaite and his men reached Rafer they found the children, old men, and old women had been locked in a barn, and everyone else was missing. Emrys sent the refugees they found back to the Castle Naveen with two of his men while he and his remaining ten men followed the trail of a force that they suspected had attacked Rafer and were headed from Rafer to Amergin. Now at sunrise the men of Sir Lewthwaite are at the gates of the walled village of Amergin. The men slowly rode through the village gates and saw what they expected for a sleepy country village at sunrise; nothing. No movement, no people, only a few sleepy pullets scratching up their morning feed. They hadn't seen a guard either, but few hinterland villages have actual guards; in fact Amergin is a rarity in the fact that it has walls and a gate. The tired men rode slowly between the small buildings looking left and right carefully for any indication of what happened to the force and captives they followed this far. "Sire!" shouted one man, his call breaking the still morning calm. "I found them! I think..." As one man, Sir Lewthwaite's men wheeled in the direction of the call. Nearly a week in the saddle nonstop greatly improved the horsemanship of these foot soldiers that were pressed into cavalry detail mere days ago. Emrys reached the spot first and nearly fell out of his saddle in shock when he saw what lay before him in the village square. There before the mounted troopers lay the adult population of the villages of Rafer and Amergin entangled in an orgy of sexual overindulgence the likes of which the men had never even dreamed of. Men and women, women and woman, men and men, tangled in pairs, trios, and more. The citizens were rutting, fucking, sucking, sodomizing, licking, and biting in ever changing combinations and perversions. Emrys and his men were aghast as they watched the spectacle. All participants were covered in dust, dirt, mud, and the combined sexual secretions of dozens of people. "This is a foul blasphemy unto the heavens!" shouted Terentius Kinney, the most devout of Emrys' men. Terentius leapt from his saddle and advanced on the writhing mass of humanity. "I order thee to cease and desist in the most holy name of the Great Maker! Stop your foul machinations and beg forgiveness now before you all be damned for all time." "Terentius keep back!" shouted Emrys' sword master Galfridus. "They may be bewitched!" But Terentius would have nothing of it, in his heart he knew he could save these people from eternal torment, and he waded into the knot of thrashing bodies while holding up the Aleph, the symbol of the Great Maker. A slim woman with boyish hips rose out of the entanglement, her tiny breasts were covered in mud and dirt, but her erect nipples could be seen through the filth. She reached between her legs and rubbed her pussy with one hand then in a movement faster than the men believed possible she pushed her fingers in Terentius' mouth. Terentius staggered back and snarled while reaching for his sword. He opened his mouth to curse the woman but suddenly he paused. His eyes were burning with a fire of righteous wrath, but they abruptly softened, his hand at his sword hilt shifted to his buckle and he dropped his sword belt and began pealing down his pants. The woman smiled and wrapped her arms around him and they slowly sank into the writhing mob. "Great Maker!" Galfridus hissed as the men watched one of their own lost to the possessed villagers. The troop edged their horses back nervously, many making the sign of the mano fico; raising their fist with the thumb between the index and middle finger to ward off the evil eye. They nervously eyed a woman who was crawling toward them from the tangle of bodies. "Run!" she gasped, "save yourselves." Her large breasts dangled between her arms as she slowly crept forward. Her eyes seemed to change from crazed to sane and back as she tried to formulate words. "What manner of witchcraft is this?" demanded Galfridus as his horse skittered nervously. "Demons," she gasped, "they descended upon us in Rafer, they took our young and our old, they raped and ravished us, and every one they touched was bewitched with a burning need." Her eyes glazed over and she reached between her legs and began to rub her pussy. "They tied us up and took us in carts here to Amergin. We were a full day in the carts, bound immobile and burning with lust but unable to satisfy our hunger..." she began to rub her clit harder, her breathing came in gasps. She continued even though she was having small climaxes during her monologue. "We were crazed beyond sanity with lust by the time we arrived here, and the demons gathered the folks of Amergin like they did us, but instead of ravishing the folks here they turned us loose on them and they marched off to Faolan. Our juices affected the villagers here like the demons did to us." She started to cry as she continued to rub her clit. "We carry the demon seed, a plague of lust!" Just then a wild eyed mud covered man came up behind her, dropped to his knees, and unceremoniously mounted her. Without a word between them he began to hammer at her pussy as hard as he could and the look on the woman's face became one of blissful gratitude. "The demons had a wizard ruling them!" she gasped as her sanity ebbed away, "find the emerald wizard and avenge us!" and with a shriek she began humping back at the Wildman as hard as she could. * * * * * Princess Amia Reynard moved through the palace at a snail's pace. Even though she was in a hurry to her favorite part of the day, literature lessons, she moved slowly. The last time she moved through the palace at a pace more in tune with her eagerness she was accused by her mother of trying to purposely outpace her hand maidens and leave them behind and was ordered to walk at "a pace more becoming that of a future monarch". "Future monarch; what a laugh," she snorted to herself. Here she was, the princess daughter to the lowest ranking vassal king in all of the twelve kingdoms. Due to her father's low ranking amongst the royal houses, if she does get lucky enough to marry, she'll end up with an elderly bachelor prince who probably has to kill a dozen relatives just to be invited to the Candlemas ball. "I'm eighteen already, and never have been touched by a man, let alone have had one propose to me," she moaned to herself. By the time she was eighteen Amia's mother had already married, bourn the king two children (her second, a son, died shortly after birth) and had been crowned queen of Naveen. The only thing Amia has accomplished is to help her mother's handmaidens embroider a tapestry of the Battle of the Four Ridges that was fought several decades years before and a thousand miles away. She glanced over her shoulder at the two handmaidens that were following her through the castle and thought for a moment of trying to lose them in the twisting corridors, but decided against it. As fun as it would be, she was almost at Mycaelis Caimbeul's tower. Mycaelis Caimbeul was her father's most trusted advisor and her tutor, having taught her mathematics, literature and several sciences. Her favorite was astronomy, she loved the long evenings atop the tower looking through Mycaelis' glass at the moon and the stars. Her least favorite was herbs and plants, probably because she considered his garden was very unnerving. And to get to Caimbeul's quarters in the northwestern tower of the castle, one had to go through his garden. The garden occupied one entire floor of the wide tower, and through a clever series of mirrors and windows it was the brightest and warmest room in the castle. She slowed even more as she entered the garden to allow the handmaidens to draw closer to her. Even though the room was filled with light, it always gave Amia an uneasy feeling. Brightly colored butterflies and exotic birds flitted from branch to branch in the exotic growth. Bright green snakes coiled around low hanging branches, vines and moss hung from trees, and small creatures skittered among the leaves, moss, and ferns on the ground. The air was so moist it was actually foggy which made the garden seem even stranger to her. Amia followed the winding path through the lush greenery, and even though the air was very warm a chill ran down her spine. Her mother would say that the chill indicated that someone had just walked over her grave. The handmaidens seemed to enjoy walking through the indoor jungle, they chatted quietly between themselves and looked about happily, but Amia prayed and muttered under her breath the whole time wishing they were already through the garden, and finally after long agonizing minutes they were. After what seemed to Amia to be forever they reached the stair case along the northern wall that led them up to Mycaelis' private chambers. The chambers of the kings advisor were filled with bookshelves on which sat hundreds of books and ancient scrolls, they lined the walls and divided the large room into sections. Each section was used for a different purpose, one for alchemical experimentation, one for literary research, one for military planning, and one for general purposes where she normally had her lessons. Amia looked up at the towering book cases in awe, they reached the high ceiling and ladders on wheels stood at the ready to allow a researcher access to any tome no matter how high its perch in the room. She made her way through the maze to the general purpose area where she normally would find Mycaelis standing next to the fire place. He usually was waiting for her in a manner which showed great displeasure with her tardiness regardless of how late or early for her lesson she was, however on this day he was nowhere to be found. His quarters were actually only two rooms, a small sleeping quarters and the much larger great room where all the books were stored. She searched through both rooms to locate him but he was nowhere to be found. She was about to tell her handmaidens that she was going to return to her suite when Mycaelis stepped out from behind a book cast in a dark green traveling cloak. He was brushing dirt and leaves off the cloak when he suddenly looked up and realized he wasn't alone. "You're late," he said. "No I'm not," she started, angered at his accusation but he silenced her with a sternly upraised finger. "Today's lesson will be held here tomorrow at the usual time. Please try not to waste my valuable time; your father isn't paying me to wait idle for you to decide when you're ready to learn." Anger washed through Amia, she opened her mouth to scorch the air with an oath so foul that her father's soldiers only uttered it in the most extreme of circumstances (like finding someone cheating at cards) but when Mycaelis raised his finger she found herself unable to speak. "Go now," he said in a quiet voice, "return when you're ready to learn." More bitter curses sprang to her mouth, but Amia was unable to verbalize them. In fact she found her body moving to the door and down the staircase into the green hell of the garden. She stormed down the path ignoring her handmaidens who were bustling to catch up with her. She barely even noticed the shiver that went down her spine that happens every time she passes one particular point in the garden. * * * * * Mycaelis Caimbeul watched the princess leave with a blank look on his face, the effete little snot would never find out how much he wanted to kill her. In fact he was looking forward to the moment when he will rip the expensive gown off her exquisite body and plunge a dagger through her perfect breast into her ice cold heart. Murdering her in front of her parents had a delicious enchantment about it, however that was a pleasure yet to come. Before he could entertain the thought of ridding himself of the spoiled brat any further he had business to take care of. He shrugged off his cloak and neatly hung it from a hook, then standing before the fireplace he held an Azurite crystal in his right hand while he made a complicated gesture in the air with his left hand. The crystal flared with an intense dark green light then before him the air shimmered and a Drusi appeared amidst the shimmer. The Drusi snarled at the intrusion but Mycaelis insure that the Drusi was trapped in a tactile protest; a spell which prevented it from voluntary mobility. Mycaelis then led the Drusi through the large room into his sleeping quarters and once in there he twisted a sconce on the wall over the bed's headboard. The wall opposite his bed opened to reveal a foggy blackness that had a certain feeling of depth about it. They stepped through the opening and without fanfare found themselves in the private quarters of the Keep of Lady Caelia de Ancriis. Caelia was sitting up in bed awaiting their arrival. When they appeared in her bed chambers she bonelessly eased out of bed and approached Mycaelis, her flame red hair spilling over her shoulders, her lush body barely covered by a wisp of cloth that concealed her curvaceous figure as well as fog. Caelia's large heavy breasts bobbled with every step she took as she approached Mycaelis and the Drusi. "Is this for me?" she asked. "You wished to inspect one," answered Mycaelis coldly as if the sight of her body had no effect on him. "This one may have about an hour left." "Interesting," she purred as she walked around the Drusi inspecting the hairless, scaled humanoid. With a flick she pulled off its loin cloth causing the Drusi to leer at her and show her its pointed teeth, but the tactile protest kept it from attacking her. She crouched down and inspected the demons erect cock closely. It was long and thick, emerald green fading to royal purple at the head, standing straight out from the demon's groin. The Drusi's scales got smaller as they approached its phallus, but on the penis itself they were large and more defined, which gave its cock a covering of smoothly rounded bumps. From her close vantage point she could see the glistening coating of Oil of Azulee on its cock; it was seeping from pores between the scales along the length of its prong. The bright purple head of his cock was smooth and free of scales, but twice the circumference as the shaft of the penis. The long thick cock trembled with the Drusi's every heart beat and the musky scent of the beast filled Caelia's head. Just the smell alone was a powerful aphrodisiac and she was having a hard time keeping her plan clear in her mind. "Will it obey me?" she asked. In answer Mycaelis traced a cryptic symbol in the air in front of the Drusi's face. "It will now," he said softly. "Good," she smiled, "follow me, beast." She walked back to her bed and discarded her filmy gown. She lay down on the bed and stretched as the Drusi stood next to the bed. Then Caelia reached out and with one long elegant finger she stroked the length of the monsters cock. Immediately her index finger began to tingle, and warmth began to spread up her arm. "Great Maker!" she gasped. The feeling of intense sexual need was more than she's ever experienced before in her life. Never had she ever felt more naked, more sensual, and more open. Her pussy began to moisten and all she did was touch the beasts cock! She brought her Oil of Azulee to her nose and inhaled carefully. As the musky scent filled her nose her mind was filled with images of making wild passionate love. Her head spun and she found it hard to concentrate she was so overwhelmed with passion. She bit her lower lip mostly to keep her jaw from trembling and brought her finger to her breast. She touched her nipple and nearly fainted from the sudden rush of carnal lightning that exploded from her nipple to her clitoris. Her nipple crinkled and hardened and her breast began to swell in a deliciously painful way. She brought her trembling finger to her other nipple and gasped at the jolt of pure desire that flashed from her large trembling tit through her entire body. Caelia whimpered in need and arched her back as the lightning shot through her body; every nerve ending was alive and responsive. Every contact was the touch of a lover, even the slight breeze coming through the window was a tongue dedicated to pleasuring her body. Caelia's breasts swelled to the point where they stood up proudly from her chest like they did in her youth. Before she could change her mind she reached down and touched the Oil of Azulee to her clitoris and suddenly fireworks went off behind her eyelids. She could feel her pussy and anus desperately clutching, demanding to be filled. Her breasts ached for a mouth to suckle them, her body demanded another body to fulfill its desires. Caelia was vaguely aware of Mycaelis walking round her bed slowly with an evil grin splitting his face. "That was just a drop, my dear sorceress," he hissed. "Imagine the aching longing of the villagers you had me loose my demons on, think of the sheer mind numbing rut of the future victims to come as the Drusi ravish them, and their sons and daughters." "Dear Gods," Caelia groaned as her hands kneaded her swollen pillowy breasts. Her fingers were savagely twisting and pulling her long hard nipples, her areola were bright pink from her need and from her desperate pawing. "Lick me," she whispered. This time it was a request. "You're in estrus, witch." He stopped at the foot of the bed, standing between her spread legs grinning up at her face which was twisted in delicious agony. "You're in heat, and cannot be satisfied by your hands alone." "Great Maker please!" she cried, "eat me, lick me! Please?" He leaned forward, his chin just above her flamed colored bush. "For a price," he hissed drawing out the word 'price'. "Name your price and be done with it!" she whimpered. One hand lowered to her clit and began to rub in circled furiously but it just inflamed her passions even more. "When we dethrone your brother I want half the kingdom, not an acre less." "Yes!" "Plus the gold you promised." "Yes! Anything, just take me!" Mycaelis grinned and slowly lowered his face to her crotch. The fresh womanly scent of her pussy filled his nostrils and a normal man would have eagerly licked her to a dozen orgasms just for the joy of hearing her cries of passion, bit Mycaelis is not a man of fleshly pleasures. His desires lie in the realms of power, both earthly and mystical. He began to lick her pussy, from her tight little anus to her trembling clit, but he drew no pleasure from it. He drew pleasure from having this power over her. "OH GODS YES!" cried Caelia, "lick me, eat me... don't ever stop, don't move!" Mycaelis didn't notice the inflection she used in her final words; he just continued to slobber on her vagina. Just because he drew no personal pleasure from sex it doesn't mean he is unable to perform. He went down on her pussy with the intent of giving her a mind shattering orgasm just to show her he could, and he was doing a fine job at it. Caelia cried and shrieked in shear rut as his tongue danced on her buzzing, throbbing clit. He suckled the little nubbin causing high voltage erotic lightning to flash through her body. She arched her ass up off the bed and held Mycaelis' head tight to her vagina with both hands as she shuddered and shook while waves of sweet release crashed through her body. "OH GREAT MAKER YES! OH FUCK! OH GODS I'M COMING!" she wailed. Her magnificent breasts wobbled and shook as her body was wracked with spasms of sweet release. She continued to hold Mycaelis' head tight as she babbled incoherently while her orgasm crested and washed over her body. Naveen Knights Ch. 02 "Sweet heavens that was wonderful," she gasped as she slowly came back to earth. The Oil of Azulee still caused desire to control her body, but the immediate passion was sated. She turned dreamily to the Drusi which was still standing next to the bed and pointed to Mycaelis who was still gently licking her pussy. "Fuck him," she told the demon. Mycaelis froze in horror then tried to stand straight up, but he couldn't. All he could do was remain bent over the end of the bed and continue to service Caelia's hot wet pussy. Somehow the witch took control over his body and he was helpless to stop what was going to happen next. The Drusi came up behind Mycaelis and with those horrible claws tore open his linen pants, then finding that Mycaelis was wearing underwear tore open the seat of his braies exposing his vulnerable anus. Those horrible claws pried open Mycaelis' ass cheeks and the demon prepared to mount his bitch. Caelia looked down on Mycaelis and grinned. "Maybe we should renegotiate our agreement?" Mycaelis just closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable. The Drusi pushed the huge purple head of his cock against Mycaelis' asshole and waited for a moment as the Oil if Azulee took effect. Immediately on contact Mycaelis could feel his sphincter begin to go into spasms and try to clutch at the head of the Drusi cock. The heat of need spread out throughout his lower abdomen as the Drusi cock began to stretch open his virgin anal ring. Then in horror Mycaelis realized it wasn't the Drusi taking him, it was he who was pushing back on the huge demon cock! "It's always hardest the first time," said Caelia in mock sympathy as she traced a gentle hand around Mycaelis' face. The shocked look of horror on his bearded visage almost made her laugh. Slowly the thick knobbly pole penetrated Mycaelis rectum, the oils both lubricating its passage and spreading the fire of sheer rut throughout the unwilling mage's body. His ability to produce cognitive thought drained away with every millimeter of hot throbbing cock that pried its way into his ass. He thought the cock was going to start coming up his throat when the Drusi's groin finally pressed against his ass cheeks. That seemed to be a signal to the Drusi who clutched Mycaelis' hips and began to methodically saw his cock in and out of Mycaelis aching ass. "Poor baby," Caelia taunted, "Maybe he'll take you to dinner when he's done stretching out your asshole." Mycaelis tried to respond but all he could do was grunt incoherently in time with each skewering thrust of the Drusi's huge pole. He hated every moment of this, the violation, the humiliation! But the sensation of live flesh moving in and out of his bowels, his nerve endings tingling with every motion of that thick sausage that pumped in and out of his guts was overwhelming! His own cock was hard and throbbing, his nipples tingled with the need to be touched. Caelia watched in mounting excitement as the man she detested was buggered by a foul hell spawn demon. Was her excitement due to the aphrodisiac in her system or was there something sick and twisted in her psyche that loved watching this self righteous prig get sexually abused by a beast? Either way the one thought that was overwhelming her senses was that her pussy was empty and was aching to be filled. Caelia rolled over on her stomach and pushed her way down to the foot of the bed, slipping between the mattress and Mycaelis. She reached back and pulled away the tattered remains of his pants and found his hard cock and directed it to her hot wet pussy. Mycaelis began humping excitedly at the touch of Caelia's hand on his tingling, throbbing cock, then when he felt her swollen pussy lips kissing the head of his cock he began thrusting wildly, pushing forward into her cunt, then back to take the Drusi's cock. In response the Drusi clutched Mycaelis' hips tightly and slammed its cock into his asshole as deep as it possibly could. Mycaelis felt the demons cock lurch and begin throbbing as it injected him with volley after volley of the ultra potent aphrodisiac. "Gods NO!" Mycaelis wailed in despair as he felt his rectum filling up with the potent fluid. "Is it good?" whispered Caelia as she smiled her wicked smile. "Can you feel the need burning in your loins?" "Don't taunt me bitch!" shouted Mycaelis. His ass was now free of the skewering cock that held him prisoner for the longest moments of his life and he began to fuck Caelia as hard as he could. She rose up on her elbows and knees on the bed and he stood at the foot of the bed and began to hammer his cock in and out of her succulent pussy. His asshole gaped open; the demons spend slowly oozed out of his stretched open pore, bathing his balls and inner thighs in the fiery, tingling fluid. His mind began to shut down as the Oil of Azulee poured through his bloodstream and turned him into a creature of pure lust. All he could think of now was the aching need in his cock to penetrate deeply and viciously as possible, and the need in his balls to inseminate. "How is it?" she taunted, "do you feel like a human yet? Are you now just an animal like the rest of us?" To her glee her taunts caused him to shout incoherently and slam into her harder and faster. Caelia delighted in every pounding thrust, her round cushiony ass absorbed his angry thrusts and her pussy clutched at his impaling rod. To be taken so savagely and remain in control of the situation was the dream fuck she had always wanted. She felt the demons spend that was oozing out of Mycaelis violated ass and down his dangling balls being rubbed into her pussy stoking her flames of desire even higher. "Yes that's right. Fuck. Harder. NOW!" she screamed in mindless rut as she pushed back hard with each slapping thrust. With a roar of animal anger Mycaelis tore off the remains of his clothing and gripped Caelia's hips and drove his cock in as hard as he could, deep as he could. He wanted to hurt her with his punishing thrusts but she laughed in delight each time his groin slapped against her ass cheeks and his cock head pounded against her cervix. She began pushing back at him like a mad woman, her hair flying in all directions, her breasts slapping against each other and swinging violently with their insensible mating. Through the buzz that filled his brain he heard her screaming something about coming but at that moment his own damn burst. His cock leapt inside her pussy and with every twitch it felt like he fired a pint of pent up sperm into her clasping cunt. He bellowed his release at the top of his lungs as over and over his cock spit into her, filling her up, their combined fluids gushing out where their bodies were joined most intimately and covered their thighs. Mycaelis collapsed on Caelia's back but she twisted out from underneath him. "You stupid bastard," She sneered at him. "You honestly think you can get anything you want out of me just by getting me horny? Oh, are you going to suffer. The effects of that Drusi's come will be with you for days, and I'm going to take full advantage of every moment and make you sorry you ever conjured that hell spawn." As she leaned over and began to tell Mycaelis what her demands were, another pair of ears heard them too. Across the large room one of Amia's hand maidens crouched behind a large wing back chair and listened intently. The Drusi knew she was there but he was trapped by a tactile protest spell which kept him from doing anything without Caelia's direct bidding. As the handmaiden watched the pair on the bed stopped talking and Caelia mounted Mycaelis' erect cock and began riding him wildly. Her full breasts began bouncing in time with her bodies lunges, and the both began grunting in time with the collision of their groins. Unnoticed by the couple on the bed the Drusi's time in this dimension came to an end and it dissolved to nothingness in a flurry of spiraling shadows. The handmaiden made careful notes of everything she saw and heard in a small notebook with a crude pencil, then she silently slipped back out of Caelia's room, through the foggy veil into Mycaelis' apartment in the Castle Naveen. * * * * * Sir Emrys Lewthwaite looked at the horrible emptiness of the village of Faolan. The signs were the same here as before: the villagers were separated from their children and elderly, ravished by demons and then carried off to infect another village while the demons went on to yet another village. He looked at the trail that led off to the south west. He wasn't sure where they were headed, Edryd? Brychan? Both villages lay in that direction, they'd have to follow the tracks to be sure. "I've never seen such an attack," said Galfridus. "They hit one village, and then take everyone to another village where they have themselves an orgy with their neighbors, over and over." "It's not an attack," said Emrys thoughtfully, as if he were a very long way off. "It's a diversion," he added so quietly that Galfridus almost didn't hear. Emrys suddenly leapt from his saddle and walked his horse through the empty village, the only sound that could be heard was the children's crying for their missing parents and older siblings, and the elders trying to comfort them. Then Emrys straightened as Galfridus eased out of his own saddle. "I need someone who knows how to," he thought for a moment, "how to navigate through the intrigue of the palace." "I may know someone who can fit that need," said Galfridus after a moment. He's a bad liar but Emrys never told him that. Emrys crouched down and took a scrap of vellum from behind his leather breast plate and began to scratch it with the point of a dagger. "Find that fellow and have him get this to the king. No one else." "Aye sir, will be a pleasure. Um, may I ask for a couple of days to visit me poor ol' mother?" Emrys knew that Galfridus' mother passed away years before. "Make it a very quick visit, then meet me with every strong arm you can enlist in Wyndham as fast as you can." He handed Galfridus the piece of vellum. Galfridus swung into his saddle and without a word raced off toward the Castle Naveen. Emrys shouted his remaining men to him and began giving out orders, soon they were racing off to the North East toward the town of Wyndham as fast as they could, Sir Emrys cursing himself for wasting so much time.